Chapter 96： omnipotent

After a loud thunder across the millennium, it entered its long rainy season.

It’s raining and falling, and the river is leaning. Heavy rain delayed the journey to the headless sea, but it also gave Lu Yuji the opportunity and time to adjust the air and refine the spirit.

Lu Yujiu moved to an empty mountain nearby, and climbed into the high rocky peak in the sound of the rain. On the cliff, he found a cave for retreat. Zhou Beinan and the other two Ying Tianchuan disciples were shot at the foot of the mountain to keep him clean and peaceful.

In the past, the Zhounan Nanzizi screamed, and the son of the son was tempered. After the death, he precipitated a calm wind. He sat quietly and sat down, feeling the air, even if there were wild animals, disturbing Lu Yujiu.

The two disciples of the Tianchuanchuan also saw some doorsteps these days. They knew that their own son was a young disciple of the Qinggu Valley, but it was a self-family, and it was inevitable that there would be more private hearts.

When Zhou Beinan squatted and guarded Lu Yujiu, the two whispered.

"Our family son is a Taoist orthodox. It is a good thing to be a disciple outside the Qingliang Valley. It is too much to lose identity."

"Not to mention the fact that the master and slave are commensurate with each other."

"Our son's skin is also considered to be superior, and the partiality is matched with a look and ruin..."

Zhou Beinan listened to all directions, and could not hear the tongue roots of these two people.

He scoffed at the two stones and accurately ejected them onto the back of the two men who held him in the heat: "Let's talk about him. Make another mistake, be careful that I interrupt your legs."

One of them touched the lumps of the back of the skull and thought about it. After all, he looked like a brother of Zhou, fearing that he would be born for a long time, and the lover would see Xi Shi.

Zhou Beinan held a long gun, and sat down, thinking that the two rabbits were sighing.

... Why did he choose Lu Yuji?

Let's just say, Lu Yujiu is short, crying, and has a bad temper. However, he strips everything. He is a stubborn, tough, crying young man who has to carry the whole cool valley on his body.

I have seen Meng Guguang and Xu Xingzhi's good skin capsules. Zhou Beinan looked back and looked at it again.

When the soul core is unconsciously drifting toward him before it is about to collapse, everything is already doomed. After that, what ugly beauty, what identity, the people he likes in North and South Zhou, is the world's first good-looking, the world's first honor.

In the cave, Lu Yu Jiu Duanzheng is taking off the ghost face, revealing a delicate and tender face.

Perceived some strange spiritual flow in the body. He felt mixed at a time and wanted to cry, but he always felt that Wen Xuechen quietly looked at him in the body, and slowly swallowed the sourness in the mouth.

He thought with tears, and he would never be hungry in the future. It’s good.

Lu Yujiu has the second-order repair of Jindan, and it has inherited the spiritual power of Wen Xuechen. Therefore, the speed of improvement is far beyond everyone's imagination.

On the seventh day of his retreat into the cave, the heavy rain in the wilderness was completely stopped at a certain moment, and a flying rainbow rushed into the sky, and thousands of worms all lost their voices.

Two Ying Tianchuan disciples were shocked and stunned. They were afraid of the difference in the imagery of the sky. It was a sign of great evil.

Only after Zhou Beinan was short-lived, the excitement jumped directly.

- Lu Yujiu used only a short seven days, and directly broke through the Yuan Ying repair, and repaired the body of Yuan Ying!

Because the wildness is separated from the world, it is difficult to take care of the heavens. Lu Yujiu directly avoided the pain of the Yuan Ying Lei robbery, and the peaceful transition was unscathed.

Lu Yujiu made a mad cultivation, like a little beast who was about to get through the winter, tireless, and hunger-stricken. He has been working hard to put as much food into the sac.

On the side of the tower, the gentle waters of the creeks have risen sharply. Over the river banks, they rushed to overflow in all directions. Fortunately, the high towers have the shelter of Meng Zhongguang, and the rainwater flowing into the towers is still intercepted. Quiet state.

The long-lasting rain seems to slow down the flow of time. Everyone is idle, and there is a bit of boring and uncomfortable.

In the corner of Xu Xingzhi's room, a new fire pit was added. The sound of the fire was screaming in the air. Xu Xingzhi put the soft couch on the side of the fire pit and sat on the side of the couch. Only the face and hands were baked hot.

Xu Xingzhi's robes on the shoulders of the animal skin were made by the nitrates. The original rich alkali taste was bake over the fresh wood branches, and it was on the body. The woody fragrance hits people and the warmth is warm.

Meng Zhongguang lay on the legs of Xu Xing and closed his eyes to listen to the rain.

After Xu Xingzhi's handle was hot, he posted it on Meng Zhongguang's cheek, but put a sweat on his hand.

As soon as he saw his clothes, Xu Xingzhi found that his body was like being washed by water.

Xu Xingzhi chills, no matter how warm it is, it is not too bad, but Meng Zhongguang is a charcoal physique, and he is in front of the same fire pit, it is no wonder that the heat is uncomfortable.

Xu Xingzhi rushed to him: "If you are hot, go to bed."

Meng Zhongguang was stunned and stunned: "Where is the brother, where am I?"

Xu Xingzhi will not catch him. After the child came back from the outside world, he carefully stuck to him, making people both funny and angry, but he couldn’t afford to blame him. He could only get used to it.

He pinched the nose of Meng Zhongguang and gestured to him: "Flip the face. Let me bake the back."

The big group of scorpions followed Xu Xingzhi's position, and after he avoided the fire, his sweat was finally falling.

Meng Chongguang was almost nearly heatstroke, and now it is better, he began to go to the house to reveal the tile: "Dizziness."

Xu Xingzhi gave him his head.

He spoiled: "Hold it."

Xu Xingzhi laughed at him, but he still held it and kissed his lips.

Baked for a long time, his lips are still very cold, and kissed him like a kiss ice.

All of this is very good, Meng Zhongguang suddenly suspected that this is a dream, simply let the body go, the ropes of the limbs like Xu Xingzhi wrapped up, and Xu Xingzhi wants to laugh: "What do you do, and episodes."

Meng Zhongguang still wants to say something, but the door suddenly burst from the outside.

It’s awkward, but the voice has been carefully passed, and it’s more like scratching.

Xu Xingzhi stopped laughing and asked: "Who is it."

The door opened, and a delicate head was careful to first probe into the top of the hair, retracted for a moment, and explored the forehead: "I, Tao Xian."

Meng Zhongguang had only felt that he had made a good dream. Unexpectedly, he had just killed a pottery, and then he realized that everything was true, his face was dark, and his tone was not so good: " What are you doing?"

Tao Yu was so scared that there was only one hair left in the door between the door: "I am with the brother of the song, the room is too cold, the needlework is cold, think, want to borrow the room of Xu brother, warm."

Meng Zhongguang: "...go away."

At the same time, Xu Xingzhi said: "Please come in."

The two voices overlap in one place, and it’s a dilemma for the time.

Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi’s big eyes and small eyes watched each other for a while. In the end, the former gave up, and in the arms of Xu Xing, they did not move their nests. The husband and the singer said: "Come in."

When Tao Xian came in, he saw two handsome men squatting on the soft couch. The red meaning spread to the root of the ear. He called the brother Xu, and called the brother of the voice, and he only sat down on the cold bench.

Xu Xingzhi said: "Come here, warm."

"No, no." Tao Xian took advantage of his needlework basket made of twigs and shyly said, "This is good."

Xu Xingzhi did not force him, but he was comfortable. Tao leisure has a fire pit to warm up, sit and take a moment, then take a piece of close-fitting plaque from the sewing basket.

The things in the wild are not so fine. The cotton and linen that can be used for spinning is hard to find. Several people are also looking for a long time to find a substitute, and the pottery basket is obviously refined. The picking is left, and it is soft and comfortable, not far from ordinary cotton.

For such a fine thing to do to whom, Xu Xingzhi does not have to ask.

He went straight to ask another question: "What about Qu Chi? Before you saw that you were not out of the way, you came out alone, he was relieved?"

Tao Xian pulled the needle clue and screamed with a gentle smile on his face: "It's okay. He knows I am here."

As he said, he snapped a thread and said very lightly: "Moreover, he can't, he can't leave me alone."

Xu Xingzhi slightly condensed his eyebrows, and felt that Tao Yu’s words were weird, but as for the strange and unclear, he laughed and said: “He can’t do without you. When you can’t see it for a while, look around.”

Tao leisure smiled shyly: "Xu Shixiong don't want to say this, I, I don't, so important."

But this did not delay his hands flying up and down, at least in the needle line, he can enjoy ample confidence and happiness.

Xu Xingzhi noticed that a few places on the fingertips of Tao Xian had been wrapped in thin white gauze, and a red color appeared from the bottom end of the gauze, as if it had been worn out.

Xu Xingzhi just wanted to ask questions, Tao leisure raised his face, period Ai Ai Road: "Xu brother, Meng brother, you, leave me alone, just when I am not."

However, Tao is really easy to ignore, he is thin, a thin figure sitting on the waist and sitting there, silently doing his needlework, it is easy to make people suspect that he is just a shadow.

Xu Xingzhi did not want to call him uncomfortable, and he talked with Meng Zhongguang about himself: "When you go out, what do you want to do?"

Meng Zhongguang is crisp and crisp: "Killing nine lights, peeling cramps, licking oil..."

At this point, he suddenly remembered his gentle and well-behaved image, immediately dressed himself as a harmless kitten of humans and animals, and smashed the back of Xu Xingzhi's hand: "...Heavy light to listen to his brother."

Xu Xingzhi is happy.

Of course, he will not forget that there is still another person in the room who cares for Tao Xing intentionally or unintentionally: "Little Tao? After I go out, where does Xiaotao want to go?"

Tao leisure lowered his head and flew like a fly, and sat himself in a clear and thin shadow: "I don't know."

"Following Qu Chi?"

He repeated dumbly: "Well, follow the brother of the song."

"Whenever you are in the world, your hands don't have to be so hard." Xu Xingzhi, "How long have you not worn out ready-made clothes? When you call Qu Chi, you will buy one from start to finish."

Tao busy hands suddenly stopped.

These days, he rushed to make clothes and shoes for the four seasons for the brothers of Qu, and also made swords, lest no one would make clothes for him in the future. However, after Xu Xingzhi’s reminder, he thought that in the outside world, there were silkworms and silkworms, and there were grosgrain, and there was nothing unusual about the clothes that were not cotton and linen.

For a moment he wanted to cry, but he finally smiled with tears: "Well, okay."

Xu Xingzhi’s pillow rested on the soft couch and was heated by the fire. The drowsiness also shrouded in the shadows. I remembered something in the confusion. He grabbed Meng Zhongguang’s hand and asked: “Snow dust gives you What did you write on the letter?"

Meng Zhongguang curious: "What letter?"

Xu Xingzhi's low and low "hmm?"

He had not mentioned it before because it was still in the shadow of Wen Xuechen lying under the wild land, and his mind was noisy. He remembered that there was still a letter.

Xu Xingzhi remembered clearly that Wen Xuechen had three suicide note books. He only took away the one he gave himself. The remaining two thought that Lu Yujiu and Meng Zhongguang had each taken away, but now it seems that this is not the case.

However, now Lu Yu is on the top of the cliff. He does not know if Lu Yuji took the letter and forgot to hand over Meng Zhongguang to him.

Don't worry about the left and right, wait for Lu Yuji to come down from the peak, and then take the letter.

The line of the shuttle in the room was not over, and Tao Yu did not seem to hear the conversation between the two.

Shortly after asking this question, Xu Xingzhi slept on the couch.

After confirming that there was a breath in the house that became evenly distributed, the pottery hand reached under the basket and braved the courage. He said: "Meng brother, I..."

Meng Zhongguang heard the sound of Tao Xian, indicating his snoring, but his eyes crossed him after he touched him and looked out the window.

After a long while, he frowned slightly: "...is the outside is Qu Chi?"

Tao Yu heard a glimpse of it, turned his head and looked at it. It really went through the window to the white mist, and there was a youth image with only a single coat and diligently burying his head.

He dropped the basket and needlework and ran out.

The rain sounds boiling, and the thick line of raindrops emits a circle of circles on the water. Tao is very anxious, and no rain gear ran out of the tower, dragging the arm of the man who came out of the house on a rainy day, trying to press the sound of the trembling in the thin chest: "Qu Shixiong What are you doing!"

Qu Chi should be laughing, the rain invaded and flowed into his mouth. He was very elegant and turned around to spit it out, pushing the shoulders of Tao Yu: "You go back. I will return immediately."

Qu Chi's robe is padded on a muddy ground with a pile of pliable yellow mud.

Tao Yu was so reddened that his eyes were red: "What do you do now?"

Qu Chi smiled innocently: "I will also give you one."

"What is the heap?"

"Fire pit." Qu Chi was soaked by the rain, but I also knew how gentle and amiable it was. "I will give you one, you will not go to someone else's room.... It will always be with me."

Tao leisure has lived.

The rain hit the body of the pottery, pouring him into the squeaking sound, but his left chest had a hot air rising up, and his eyes were fumigation and sour and soft.

He finally couldn't help but cry out.

Qu Chi a glimpse, continued to be scared, his face was white, and his hands were washed in the air, only to kneel and hug the Tao Leisure, trying to release the greatest goodwill that he could release: "Cry what. Don't cry, don't cry I will give you sugar and give it to you. Don't cry."

Tao does not talk, just cry.

Qu Chi dropped the yellow mud he had just collected, and found a small stone from the handkerchief that had been soaked in his arms. He cherished it into the mouth of the pottery, and opened his mouth, containing stones, teeth and The tongue didn't dare to touch the fingertips of Qu Chi even if it was a bit.

"What to do." Tao Xian said with no head and no confusion, "... Qu brother, I am leaving, what should you do?"

After a riot of horses, the two men in the water and mud returned to the tower.

The disciples of Danyangfeng presented hot water, but Tao Leisure insisted that he would not wash it first. He only said that his needlework basket fell in the room of Xu Shixiong, and he had to take it himself.

After all, he did not care about the disciples of Dan Yangfeng and Qu Chi, and pulled out the room. He shivered and ran into the warmest place in the tower.

When the door shaft slammed, Meng Chongguang changed his face and grabbed the ear of Xu Xingzhi who was sleeping. He looked up and blinked, but found that the water ghost-like pottery came back.

He slammed his body down and seemed to melt into the water at any time.

When Meng Chongguang just wanted to say something, Tao Xian quickly walked to his basket, took out a neatly folded bark letter from the bottom, and quickly walked to the soft couch in front of the soft couch. The place outside the station stood still.

The sly, shadow-like person, rarely has the courage to look at Meng Zhongguang, as if there is endless courage, filling him into an all-powerful appearance.

He grabbed the letter and whispered: "Mr. Meng, I have one thing, I want to show it to you."