Chapter 226： [蛟山] will never forget

The weapons of everyone have been brushed out, Xue Zhengyi will protect Xue Meng behind him, his face is very poor: "Meng Er, don't go over, you are standing behind you!"

Only when everyone sees the martial arts array, naturally will not think of going to break, because once the martial arts squad is broken, Xu Shuanglin’s spiritual power will quickly succumb, and it is likely that he will die soon, and they still have to ask him.

No one expected that Xu Shuanglin was actually under the martial arts, and there was still a line of law.

What would it be?

Is it a space crack used to escape? It is still a fierce blood curse that is broken by the fish.

Chu Xi Ning raised his hand and laid a barrier between the crowd and the array.

Nangong dying in front of his face, he did not want to see more young monks in front of him.

Chu night Ningdao: "Be careful, don't take it."

The sky is steep and dark, and the cloud gas is concentrated. The original high moon is covered by thick clouds like ink, and the time flies away from the sand and the dust is blurred.

Xu Shuanglin sneaked into a white dress, standing in the wind blowing up, suddenly yelling at them: "Thank you for listening to my gossip for so long, thank you, everyone, the law is open."

When he spoke, the rotten ghost claws pointed back, and the black formation was like a dragon flying through the waves, madly pouring into his palm. After this layer was taken back, the following road was revealed. There is a curse of colorful Huaguang.

Xue Meng was shocked: "What is this?"

"Is it a rebirth?" This is Xue Zhengxuan who turned to ask the master of the mysterious temple of Wuxi Temple, but the master shook his head. "I have a sinful reunion, but he never plays before, so he is old. I don't know."

Everyone was staring at the array, and they all seemed to pull the bowstrings of the extreme. They waited for Xu Shuanglin’s singular action, and the air was quiet to the extreme. Only the gale whistling and screaming.

They are a pot of seemingly calm, actually burning very hot oil.

Just a drop of water -

"It’s a corpse!!"

Suddenly violently.

The stone was shocked and the boiling was blown up.

It was the cold-scale sage Hua Binan who first recognized the phalanx. He shouted: "The corpse!! Xu Shuanglin This is to call out Luo Fenghua's corpse, and let us go with it! Fast! Never let the formation form! !"

When I heard the words of the corpse, almost everyone was in a mess. They all know that it is a secret method that is second only to the three major bans. It is a medicinal sect, as the world's first medicinal master. The words of the cold scales are not wrong.

The same person who is good at medication, Jiang Yan from childhood, the words of the soul of the soul of the array of words, such as thunder, so he reacted faster than ordinary people, almost a stealth before the enchantment, the silver phoenix burst out, the spirit is full,击 击 狠狠 ! 结 ! !!

"Hey!"

The sword collided and the fire broke down. Xu Sulin immediately flashed in the moment before the enchantment of the corpse, and the knife smashed the weapon of Jiang Yan, and his eyes were cold.

"The rest of my life is here, you don't want to be closer to half a step."

Jiang Yan’s anger: “What do you want for the rest of your life, is the fish dead network broken?”

Xu Shuanglin gnawed his teeth: "The nonsense!" The hand of his sword could not keep shaking, the blue veins burst, and his cheeks rose red.

Jiang Yandao: "You have been bruised and bruised, even if you become a corpse, how can you do it? Do you have a few funerals?"

"What corpse? What funeral?! You open your eyes and show me clearly, where is this-"

"brush!"

Just when Jiang Yan held down Xu Shuanglin, I did not know where to shoot a feather arrow filled with spiritual power, and quickly assassinated toward the enchantment behind the two.

"Don't-!"

Xu Shuanglin, who has always been in the old gods, made the most screaming scream for the first time tonight, "Stop!!"

Almost at the moment of his distraction, Xu Shuanglin was smashed by Jiang’s sword. In a moment, his blood was mad, and his pain suddenly fell to the ground, but his eyes were crazy and desperate, but he did not see himself being cut off. The bones of the bones, he witnessed the crack, but the direction of the enchantment.

There was a little blood on his face, his eyes were violent, his lips were not stunned.

Such a fearful expression, whether it was the face of the former Nangong floe, or the face of Xu Shuanglin later, did not appear.

He trembled, his palms maintaining a spiritual position.

This blow, he almost exhausted all his strength, just to keep the cold arrow in front of the battle.

He succeeded.

Xu Shuanglin gasped, and the arm that was cut by Jiang Yan could not stop pouring blood. The corner of his mouth could not stop bleeding, but he saw that the feather arrow was successfully blocked and shattered under his spiritual power. When his blue lips shook, he burst into a smile.

At this time, the smoldering heard the teacher whispering around him: "This... this is not a corpse."

He was heard by Huang Xiaoyue, and Huang Xiaoyue was cold and shouted: "You are not harmful when you are young? The cold scale saint says that the corpse can still be wrong?"

The teacher shook his head resolutely: "The corpse is not like this."

"I said that you are a poisonous medicinal sage, or is your eye poisonous?"

The teacher is trying to say that the ink is burning and holding him down.

"Teacher, don't talk nonsense with this old man." Ink ignited, "Do you know that this is not a corpse?"

"Just like it, but definitely not, the corpse of the corpse is fishy and shiny. Although there is light in this array, it is coherent, not flaky."

At this time, Jiang Yan before the array of anger said: "Nan Gongxu, what medicine is sold in your gourd?!"

Xu Shuanglin simply ignored him, and the law exudes a dazzling brilliance. He dragged his ruined body and walked all the way to the front of the squad, and the blood replied to the ground.

The smile on his face became more and more obvious. The Huaguang of the Factional Light illumined his face, and he gave birth to some temperamental flavors.

He muttered: "It's going to be..."

Raise your hand and touch the surface of the array. The fingertips fall and the ripples rise.

He seems to be seeing a friend who has been separated for many years, a relative who has been away for a long time, his wounds and rotten flesh can not stop his comfort.

His eyes were bright and he couldn't help but chanted: "It's going to be fast... It's going to be fast, a little bit..."

The violent wind that rushed around suddenly stopped, and the thick clouds dispersed, and the moon was empty. Xu Shuanglin widened his eyes with hope, and he was shaking again, but this time it was not because of fear, but because of excitement and unstoppable excitement.

"Master..."

Everyone found that the golden light floated in the enchantment, and then a crystal clear nucleus emerged. The enchantment continuously conveyed the brilliance to the center of the spiritual core, which gradually became condensed into adult form.

"Is Luo Fenghua?!"

"It’s Luo Fenghua!"

Luo Fenghua, who has been dead for many years, appeared on the soul-hunting platform of the Confucianist Gate! There was a blossoming orange tree in the enchantment flowing through the golden light. The white petals were falling and falling. Luo Fenghua was a blue-bellied crane in the Confucianist door. He was sitting under the tree and closing his eyes.

He is still a phantom, a vague, mirror-like scene. Only the regenerative ghost nucleus that came from the land was real, and it radiated under the emptiness of the body.

"There are three or four points in the pool, and one or two sounds on the shore."

The faint voice of the man was heard from the center of the spirit.

Luo Fenghua under the flower tree continued in the letter procedure, whispering a tune in the middle of the song.

"The weak crown is the best, the light hoof is fast, look at the end of the world..."

Suddenly, there was a hoarse voice and Luo Fenghua’s imaginary voice. It was Xu Sulin’s chorus to cater to the chorus. The voice was sobbing, too ugly, as if it was broken, like a rotten iron, but still stubborn, so there should be no one else. .

"This, this is the corpse?" Xue Zheng screamed. "What the **** is going on?"

Obviously, there is more than one person with the same doubts. Even Jiang Yan’s brows are slightly wrinkled, his lips are not talking, and his eyes seem to have doubts.

Golden light floated, Luo Fenghua slowly formed, eyebrows, nose, lips, more and more clear, in this far-sighted song, Hua Binan suddenly shouted: "Fast! The corpse will be formed!!"

The teacher was very low-key all the way. He probably knew that he was whispering and didn't talk. At this time, he suddenly turned his head and shouted at Huabi Nan. "The sages are wrong, this is not a corpse! It is..."

It is a rebirth.

The burning heart is already clear.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with the teacher, this is not the battle of the corpse, this is the rebirth!

But a group of people get together, do you believe in a nameless minor repair, or believe in a well-known medicinal sage? Hua Binan said that the corpse must be formed, even if the teacher replied, for the most part, it is their own life. Immediately, a dark blue shadow that flew over quickly swept past them, and when Xu Shuanglin reacted, the shadow would be filled with a spiritual dagger and stabbed toward the enchantment.

"Do not!!!""

The blow smashed Luo Fenghua’s nucleus, and the golden light of the enchantment flashed for a moment, and it suddenly vanished and collapsed.

"No! Don't! Master! Master!!"

Xu Shuanglin climbed up and screamed and knocked down the man's volley. He flew out of the ruler and opened it. It was a lonely moon night monk who was instructed by Hua Binan at a critical juncture. He vomited a large amount of blood - Xu Shuanglin’s use Tens of ten strong, even if he is now the end of the strong, that person was also beaten by him, can not stand on the ground, and soon there is no breath.

It is already late.

The death of this monk does not change anything.

Xu Shuanglin tried his best, and the Luo Fenghua ghost spirit core recovered from the 18th floor purgatory had split a boulevard. He climbed all the way to Luo Fenghua and tried to hold Luo Fenghua's clothes, but the gathered human form has begun to scatter. Luo Fenghua's clothes are in his hands, like the sand between the fingers, the water in the basket, how can not hold.

"Master...Master..."

He shouted like this first.

Then it was almost crazy, and the eyes shimmered with dizzying light.

"Luo Fenghua! Luo Fenghua!!"

Useless.

No matter how he shouts, what to call.

Luo Fenghua's afterimages are quickly dissipated, and in the end, it turns into a 10,000-point fluorescence and blows into the wind...

Nothing is left.

Xu Shuanglin was lying in the same place, straight and straight, and the whole person looked very stiff.

He does not move.

Don't cry.

No longer shouted.

On the soul-seeking stage, in the midst of the wind, a cracked spiritual core lost its light and fell to the ground, dull and colorless.

Those who had to be aggregated into Luo Fenghua's reincarnation limbs, such as thousands of catkins, are constantly flying and spinning, the stars are a little bit, floating and sinking.

Xu Shuanglin was in this dream of dying.

After a long time, he seemed to mutter and sneer, and he seemed to laugh at himself. He said: "The weak crown is the best, light hoof, and look at the horizon?"

What a good song.

When he was a child, he often listened to Luo Fenghua singing.

The eye-catching spirits have become the past years. In the flying golden catkins, he saw the scene when he first saw his master in his childhood.

At that time, he and his brother were still young. His father brought them to the Confucian Academy. At that time, it was autumn. There was a pale old orange tree in the academy. The tree was full of heavy fruits, under the fruit trees, two A man is talking, a look that looks ugly, looks pale, and is quickly overwhelmed in the crowd.

The other is a heroic and cool place.

The father took them over and said, "I have seen your master."

His brother immediately rushed to worship and said to the man with extraordinary temperament: "The little Nangong Liu, see the Master."

The man waved his hand and said: "I just came to ask Mr. Luo for some knowledge. It is not your master, two young sons, you have mistaken people."

The father also smiled and led them to the man who didn’t seem to have anything to say. “This is your master, Luo Fenghua is long.”

He looked up and was smiling at Luo Fenghua. At that time, Luo Fenghua was originally young. When he was nervous, he looked even more immature. A pair of round eyes reflected the reflections of two little people, and his cheeks were slightly red. . The old master pulled his hand and said to him: "Xian Chang, my two children are very poor in temperament, and the suitable practice path may not be the same. I will ask you to give more advice in the future. ”

Luo Fenghua was holding an orange in his hand. He seemed to try to pick up the majesty that a division commander should have, but kept turning the hand of the orange, but exposed his youth and sorrow.

Nangong Liu is a ghost elf, and immediately goes up and screams: "Master Luo, Master Luo."

Luo Fenghua’s face immediately turned red, and even the tip of his ear was encroached by blood. He waved his hand: “I... No, I don’t have to be so polite, I am also a teacher, I still don’t understand anything... I’ll ask two young sons later. A lot of advice, I..."

He "I" for a long time, do not know what to say, Xu Shuang Lin clearly remembers the sunshine of Linyi that day, this is not so much a "master", it is better to say that Luo Fenghua like "Little Brother" stands in an orange-filled Under the tree, standing in the sky.

His ear edge is thin and backlit, and you can see the light blue blood vessels under the flesh, and the thin ear edges are reflected in a crystal-clear orange color.

Xu Sulin Lin then told Luo Fenghua the first sentence of his life.

"Luo Xianchang, is this year 20?"

This was originally a mockery. Even the father standing next to him heard it, but Luo Fenghua couldn’t hear it. He actually smiled and answered sincerely: "I am not full, I am seventeen this year."

"..."

Xu Shuanglin moved his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not say it. He simply left.

His father pulled him back and pulled it to a corner, sternly saying: "How can you only look at the age of the matter?"

"He is not much bigger than us."

"Wang Xianchang, who was previously invited to you, you are too old!"

"Isn't it old?" Xu Shuanglin rolled his eyes. "Ninety-seven, I think he is going to be a corpse."

"Thirteen is not good, and ninety-seven is not good. What are you going to do?"

Xu Shuanglin lazily said: "Hey, can you not find someone twice, is it 80 years old?"

"..." The old man came to the fire and was stunned by his son. He gnawed his teeth for a long time, and finally said, "He is not the best, but he has a wide range of knowledge, and he has learned a lot, and his skills are called high, in short. You honestly follow him, and if you are not satisfied after one year, let's change!"

It’s a long time to say that for a long time, the two came out from the corner. When they returned to the college, Xu Shuanglin saw that his brother actually had a good talk with Luo Fenghua. He looked at his brother’s face and seemed to have known him for more than ten years. Like.

However, this is not too strange. After all, Nangong Liu has a capable ability, that is, as long as he is willing, and anyone can cover it.

However, Luo Fenghua, still a bit embarrassed and cautious in his manners, he looked at Xu Shuanglin, and the kind of embarrassment and restraint became more and more obvious.

He looked at Xu Shuanglin's face, and came to himself under the pull of his father.

He hesitated for a while, almost appreciating this arrogant little apprentice in the most inferior way, like a child.

He handed Xu Shuanglin the orange that he had never eaten.

Xu Shuanglin: "..."

"It's very sweet, you try it."

The seventeen-year-old little master looked helpless and panicked, and even seemed pitiful.

Xu Shuanglin noticed the corners of his clothes and even had a patch that was flush.

So poor?

It is no wonder that he is able to find the position of the teacher of the Confucianism and the double son. He is uneasy and asks him.

"I don't like to eat oranges." Xu Shuanglin said, "Since Master Luo wants to stay here, then this is the first thing I asked Master Luo to remember."

"Float!"

The old head was to be blamed. Luo Fenghua waved his hand and quickly took the orange back and said: "It doesn't matter, the Lord does not care."

"Oh, my child is rude, I don't know how to respect the teacher, and let the fairy grow aggrieved."

"It doesn't matter." Luo Fenghua showed a smile, and looked back at Xu Shuanglin. His eyes were warm and friendly, and he was somewhat cautious. "In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't worship the teacher. I don't have much knowledge. You can learn with me. Don't necessarily recognize me as a master."

The old head is busy: "How come that..."

"The names are all virtual." Luo Fenghua's cheeks are red, and some of them are scratching their heads uncomfortably. "Actually, I also feel that I am too young..." He turned his head and said to Xu Shuanglin, "If the younger son minds, Call me my name in the future."

Xu Shuanglin quietly looked at him for a while, suddenly smirked out, and when Luo Fenghua, the poor honest man, was confused by him, he became more and more embarrassed, but he rectified his dress and made a slap in the face. Then lifted his face.

The orange tree is fragrant, and the light and shadow are moving.

Xu Shuanglin smiled, his eyebrows fluttered, his mouth was slightly arrogant and evil, but he was still young after all, and when he laughed, he naturally had a hint of peachy tenderness and sweetness.

The same is true, the names are all virtual.

So, what is the other party, why should he care so much?

So Xu Shuanglin was lazy and called him slowly: "Master."

The orange tree leaves are lingering, and the ground is mottled.

got windy.

Well, that is to make up for a master, after less than a year and a half, it is time to find the next one, he thought.

At that time, Xu Shuanglin really thought that everything is as old as usual, and this day is just a day in his life.

The author has something to say: Luo Fenghua's songs are adapted from Mengjiao's "spring breeze and horseshoe disease, and one day sees Changan flowers", which is already in the words to indicate the source.