There is a bright moon in the sky, and a breeze at night.

　　 Zhang Ruochen came to Xinghuan Tian. He wanted to see Bai Qing'er, but he never thought about what to say and do after meeting.

　　 is a farewell?

　　 is the reminiscence?

　　 Or, just want to see each other?

　　 Just like this moment, he doesn't know at all, whether he should show his identity immediately.

　　 "What is your relationship with Huangtian?" Suddenly, she said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen stared at her back, his voice hoarse, and said: "It doesn't matter."

　　 "You know, no monk can enter Yuyuanxuan without his consent." Bai Qinger's tone was always plain, as light as moonlight, without a trace of fireworks.

　　 Zhang Ruochen said: "You didn't enter Yuyuanxuan?"

　　 "Me? I will never step in here." She said.

Zhang Ruochen's brows condensed, as if he was understanding her words, and then said, "No matter how strong Huangtian is, he is not the master of Yuyuanxuan. The master here is Yuyuanxuan. The old man is a disciple of Yuyuanxuan. . Now you know why I am here, right?"

　　 "No one will call their master by the name."

　　 Bai Qinger turned around slowly, looking at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of pearl-like eyes.

　　 Even though Zhang Ruochen has not seen her for the first time, he is still amazed by her beauty, holding his breath for it, and feeling a wave of emotions.

　　 Looking at the beautiful woman in the next month, it will increase by three cents.

　　Bai Qing'er did not use the Dafa to hide the truth like Zhang Ruochen did when she first met her. Nor did it use the light of the source to block the line of sight.

　　 is the original appearance, soft and graceful.

　　 There seemed to be endless sweet dreams in those dark eyes, which could make people sink in.

　　 Put aside her powerful master, but her beauty is enough to attract most of the talents of this Yuanhui, crazy about it, and bet everything for it.

She said, "I sent someone to Yun Fanxing to check it. You only appeared in the Linxing Inn decades ago. No one knows who you are, only one of them can't die. Old man Zhang."

　　 The three words "Old Zhang" are very heavy.

　　 Zhang Ruochen was silent.

　　 Bai Qing'er continued: "As far as I know, the time you appeared in Yun Fanxing was the time when a friend of mine disappeared in this star field. Is this a coincidence?"

　　 "It's not a coincidence." Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 Bai Qing'er immediately confirmed the guess in his heart, walked to him, carefully checked every wrinkle on his face, and said: "Lu Yi said, you want to see me."

　　 "My longevity is exhausted and time is running out. I really want to see you before I die." Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 Bai Qing'er said: "I just met once?"

Zhang Ruochen looked away from her jade-like face, looked at the bright moon, at the stone bridge, at the lake, and said: "Why do you have to marry someone? Not to mention, for one thing, marry someone Someone you may not like at all."

　　 "This is what you want to see me for? You want to stop me?"

　　 Bai Qing'er was aloof, and said ironically, "You are just an old man in an inn in the Yunfan Star District. Why stop me?"

　　 "I just don't think you need to do this. So, are you really happy?" Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 "How can there be so many happy things in the world?"

　　Bai Qing'er is no longer as peaceful as before. She seems to be a little angry, and said, "Do you think I am willing to do this? You know that the entire universe is undergoing tremendous changes. Everyone and every world will face a life and death decision."

　　 "Xinghuantian is located between heaven and hell, and it will only be destroyed in the morning and evening."

"If the city of God is not built, any god-level powerhouse can turn Xinghuantian into a fireball in the starry sky, and hundreds of millions of lives will die. Any great **** can cause destruction to the first goddess city. Sexual destruction."

　　 "What do you think I should do?"

　　 "Is it like you, hiding from the world? You can't avoid it. After you are involved in this world, you can no longer be alone."

　　 "But, you have a strong master, there are very few gods who dare to attack Xing Huantian." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qinger said: "Compared with the war between heaven and hell, any strong man is just a ship in the torrent. The only difference is that the ship is big and small. But no matter how big the ship is, it can’t stop the torrent. I can only follow the flow."

"Furthermore, the heights at which the masters stand is completely different from ours. A star Huantian does not necessarily have multiple weights in their eyes. And the disciple's path requires the disciple to walk by himself, and it is impossible to always shelter them. Under the wings."

"The enemies and challenges they will face are unimaginable for us. It is impossible to spend energy on this kind of petty fight. Yes, for us, it is a life and death challenge, and for them it is a petty fight. Trouble."

　　 Zhang Ruochen can understand what she said, just like when he looks back at the battle between the Saint King Realm and the Great Saint Realm with his current cultivation base, isn't it a trifle?

　　 Each monk stands at a different height and faces different challenges.

　　 Zhang Ruochen couldn't have too much energy to help Chi Kongle, Ye Luochen, Hanxue, and Chi Kunlun to tide over their own challenges. Just like the Xinghai angler, it is impossible to have too much energy to help Bai Qinger get through her challenges.

　　 Maybe one day, Chi Kongle and Ye Luochen died in the battlefield of the stars, and Zhang Ruochen could only receive a letter of mourning. I can only go and avenge them.

　　 will avenge them. It is already the greatest deterrent to their enemies.

　　 Zhang Ruochen said: "You just said... us?"

　　 "Yes, it's us."

Bai Qing'er's eyes gradually became cold and sharp, full of powerful light, and said: "You turn your face and look at me, don't I look good? Isn't I worthy of you to watch for a while? You know, now Xing Huantian In, there are countless gods who want to look at me so close. But I don’t show them."

　　 Zhang Ruochen's old face turned around and looked at her.

She continued: "Even if your cultivation base is abolished, your longevity is exhausted, and your life is not much, you Zhang Ruochen is still very good. You can kill the nine elements of Wuma. This is not something that any **** can do. Even for me. In other words, this is also very difficult."

　　 "You choose to stay hidden from the world, but you just want to die in an unknown place where no one knows. This is giving up yourself!"

　　 "I said, we. I just want to tell you that no one has given up on you, at least I haven't."

　　 Zhang Ruochen's heart was greatly moved, but he did not expect that Bai Qinger would say such a thing. After all, in his heart, he always felt that he didn't have too deep feelings with Bai Qing'er, it was just a fate.

　　 Did you despise yourself or her?

"My generation of cultivators, the reason for cultivating is to fight with death? Time will kill us, so I will gradually age. Heaven will kill us, so it will bring down the yuan and disasters. But these are not the most terrifying. Because as long as our cultivation base is deep enough, we can delay aging. As long as we are strong enough, Yuanhui will not kill us in catastrophe."

　　 "The most terrifying thing is that if the fighting spirit in the heart is gone, even if a person is still alive, there is no difference between dead." Bai Qinger said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly: "Why don't I understand these principles? But you know, what kind of thinking is in the heart of a dying person?"

　　 Bai Qinger shook his head gently.

　　 "He only hopes that those who are alive can live better." Zhang Ruochen said.

Bai Qinger said: "So you will always live for others! It is your giving personality, that is why Holy Monk Xumi chose you as his heir. He thinks that you are like a monk, You can be merciful and compassionate to all sentient beings."

　　 Quiet for a long time.

"Life and death may really be inevitable, but Shouyuan may not be incapable of recuperating. Three thousand miles away from the west gate of Goddess Clothing City, there is an abandoned temple located in the Yuhong Mountains. We will meet there at noon tomorrow. You If you want to live, come. If you want to retreat, leave tonight. I will not disclose your news to anyone."

　　Bai Qinger's body is soft and soft, rising with the wind, floating in the smoke, disappearing.

　　 "Dang! Dang! Dang..."

　　 The wind blew, and the bronze chime on the shelf shook.

　　 Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and found that he was still sitting on the bed, walked down, opened the window, and looked at the ancient pavilion in the distance.

　　 In the ancient pavilion, there are no people and no chimes.

　　 Everything before is a dream.

　　 "The amazing "Thirteen Chapters of Yunmeng", with my mental strength, I actually fell into her dream, but I didn't know it."

　　 Zhang Ruochen understood that the reason why Bai Qinger sneaked into his dream was to prove his identity.

　　 Of course, the reason why Bai Qinger was able to forcibly pull Zhang Ruochen into the dream state was also because Zhang Ruochen's mental power had been consumed so much before that she took advantage of it.

　　 "Tomorrow noon, Yuhong Mountain."

　　 Zhang Ruochen doesn't know what Bai Qinger intends to do, but he has chosen to be born, where can he go back? Since you can't die, there is always a fight.

　　 "Death is a part of destiny. If even death cannot be defeated, how can we defeat destiny?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen's mental state is already full, put on a large robe, walked out, bathed in moonlight, and strolled around the lake.

　　 Outside Yuyuan Xuan, an extremely beautiful woman's voice sounded: "Concubine body, Master of Goddess Twelfth Workshop Minghua Workshop, Yu Qiancheng, come to visit the old man."

　　 Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked out the door, and saw a long black shadow standing there, saying: "Come in!"

　　 "This is Yuyuan Xuan. It is not convenient for my concubine to enter. Please also ask the old man to come out to see you." Minghuafang said.

　　 Zhang Ruochen had some doubts in his heart, and wanted to find someone to ask, so he went out.

　　 Minghua is the sacred flower of the Ming clan. It is said to be incredibly fragrant. Even the undead can smell its scent and become intoxicated.

　　 On the owner of Minghua Fang, Zhang Ruochen smelled this scent.

　　 In the eye, there is an extremely **** woman, wearing a black lace dress, her snow-white skin is looming, like a fairy jade, her chest is so full that she seems to be gushing out, forming a deep gully under the lace. But she has a slim waist without any fat, even if she does not touch it, she can feel the flexibility of her waist.

　　 She was born in the Underworld. She is charming and charming. She has red lips, but she does not give people a sense of vulgarity. She is a kind of dark and evil beauty.

　　 can cultivate into a god, she must have been a first-class goddess, and she cannot be a gaudy generation.

　　 "You actually know that I am here?" Zhang Ruochen said.

　　The master of Minghuafang smiled Yingying: "Although the master of Yuyao is not a member of the 12th Goddess Workshop, he often points us to our practice. Is it difficult to find this place?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen said: "Let's talk, why see me? Could it be that the White Queen asked you to come and get me?"

"The old man joked. Even Wuma Jiuxing is dead in your hands. How can Qian Cheng have the ability to get you? Besides, you are a guest of Yuyao Master, and of course you are also a guest of Goddess Twelve Square. Let's change a place. Speak!"

The owner of 　　Minghuafang is obviously very familiar with Weiming Manor.

　　 Even the holy servants in the manor knew her. After seeing her, they knelt down and bowed.

　　 through the heavy pavilions, came to an ancient sacred tree in red.

　　 Under the tree, there are all kinds of musical instruments, all made of rare materials.

　　 There are nine-stringed piano made from dragon muscles and phoenix bones, there are song bells made from chaotic black gold, and there are sheng made of arrow bamboo that grows two Yuanhui...

Although 　　 has not been used, dragons and phoenix dance on the piano, chaos and clouds on the bell, and Gu Sheng exudes majestic breath of life.

　　 "Wow!"

　　The slender jade finger of the master of Minghuafang, on the strings, lightly waved.

　　 Suddenly, the dragon and the phoenix roared.

　　 In her eyes, the light was shining, and she said, "The musical instrument used by the old gentleman, Qian Cheng has never seen before. I don't know which world it is popular in?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen took out the wooden tie and handed it to her.

The owner of 　　 Ming Flower Shop immediately showed a cautious look and took it with both hands.

　　 However, after taking it over, I realized that these are just two ordinary wooden sticks, one round in shape.

　　 Zhang Ruochen said: "This is something that a mortal friend of mine used during his lifetime. It's very simple and rough. It's not as beautiful and gorgeous as these instruments."

The master of Ming Hua Fang smiled: "The way of rhythm is never in the instrument, but in the person who uses the instrument. The old gentleman can use such ordinary two pieces of wood to communicate with the heavens and play the natural music, which really makes Qian Cheng admire."

　　 "Are you here to discuss rhythm?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The owner of the Minghuafang lightly tapped the head and said: "The old gentleman defeated the nine elements of Wu Ma, who has mastered the profound meaning of the sword, with a wonderful sound. Qian Cheng was shocked as a heavenly man. I really want to ask and learn. If the old gentleman doesn't dislike it, can you Accept Qian Cheng as a disciple?"

　　 Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "The owner is joking, you are a middle-level god, how can the old man accept you as a disciple?"

　　 "The way of music and the cultivation of martial arts should not be confused. The master is the teacher!" The master of Minghuafang is beautiful and moving, Mingming is a god, but he is very humble.

　　 is such a look, enough to attract the hearts of the world's men, I can't wait to agree to it immediately and accept her.

of course.

　　 is to be a disciple.

　　 Zhang Ruochen seemed incomprehensible, shook his head, and said, "If the proprietor didn't want to improve his martial arts, how could he be so low-pitched and come to visit, even at the expense of a teacher?"

　　Minghuafang's owner did not expect that the other party saw through her purpose at a glance, and said with a wry smile: "The old man is right. Qian Cheng really wants to use the rhythm to communicate with the heavenly way, so as to find the opportunity to break the world."

　　The master of Minghuafang has been practicing for 60,000 years. If he does not break through to the upper god, he will gradually begin to age.

　　 There is no woman who really doesn't care about her appearance.

　　 and especially the women of Goddess Twelve Squares!

　　 What's more, only when you have cultivated to the realm of a higher **** can you have a chance to survive the catastrophe of Yuanhui in the future.

　　 This step is the most difficult one. If there is a chance to cross the past, the owner of Ming Hua Fang is willing to pay any price.

　　 "In the history of the Goddess Twelve Workshops, there must have been many musical sages, and countless classics must have been left behind. The masters of the workshops can become gods, and their comprehension is certainly not low. Why do you come to me and ask me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

　　Minghuafang said: "Musical instruments are divided into eight tones. Gold, bamboo, stone, soil, leather, silk, wood, and nest."

　　 "Wooden musical instruments are the rarest among the eight tones, and those who can Mahayana are even rarer. Although there are countless phonological classics in the Twelfth Goddess, those related to wood musical instruments are extremely rare."

　　 While she was talking, she took out a scorpion.

　　 This turquoise is made from sacred wood. It has a square shape and is carved with a magnificent flower pattern. The sacred tree exudes a faint divine light and contains a powerful aura, and the spirit of the tool has reached the realm of the Great Sage.

　　 This is a musical instrument that has been made into a supreme sacred instrument by her!

　　Minghuafang said: "Qian Cheng's most proficient musical instrument is hitting a loquat. It is similar to the old man's musical instrument, and it is all wood."

　　 Zhang Ruochen understood thoroughly and said, "It turns out that this is the case. The old man can indeed teach you something."

The owner of 　　Minghuafang was overjoyed and quickly saluted: "Thank you..."

　　 "Don't thank you! You have to understand that if you want to get it, you must pay first." Zhang Ruochen said.

　　 If it were another man~lightnovelpub.net~ the owner of Ming Hua Fang might still feel that the other party wanted to take advantage of the danger and beat her body.

　　 But, the old gentleman in front of him, who has already exhausted his life span, stepped into the coffin with half his foot, and he didn't seem to be a covetous person.

　　She said: "What does the old man want Qiancheng to give?"

　　 "I want to ask you a few things." Zhang Ruochen said.

　　The owner of Minghuafang became vigilant and said: "As long as it has nothing to do with the secrets of Goddess Twelfth Workshop, Qian Cheng must know everything."

　　 "The master here, where is the sacred master of Yuyao? Why stay in Goddess Clothing City, but not in the Twelfth Workshop of Goddess?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"This one……"

The master of 　　Minghuafang looked around with beautiful eyes, and said, "This is not an unreasonable secret! However, the old gentleman should have a close relationship with the master of Yuyao. Why don't you even know this?"

　　 "I am asking you questions now." Zhang Ruochen said.

For fear of angering Zhang Ruochen, the owner of 　　 Ming Huafang hurriedly said: "The master of Yuyao and the city master are sisters, but they are different from each other."

　　 "Then why doesn't Yuyuanxuan allow any monks to enter?" Zhang Ruochen asked again.

　　

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