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Kill Lin Linlong in three years?

Yuan Duxiu opened his mouth and closed it again. His heart was messy and he didn't know what to say for a while.

He had heard that people in the world knew that, as far as Buddhism is concerned, he was born with Su Hui, and his younger brother seemed to be such a person.

But Lin Nailong is said to have a divine body, born with the power of nine cows and two tigers, and with his peerless talent. Compared to the blue daffodils, he not only gave up more than the blue daffodils, he not only worshipped the Wanfa Building, but also seemed to have inherited it from the ancient prince.

The fame is much louder than that of the blue daffodils that don’t show up and don’t leak water.

He was only offended by Lin Banglong’s younger brother Lin Bangbai, who had no way to go to the ground and had no way to go to the ground. He wanted to kill Lin Banglong for three years...

how can that be?

Even if it is inherited by the ancient princes, I am afraid it is impossible.

"Hand over things for three years of asylum, and you don’t have to control the rest."

An Qisheng did not explain too much.

This world is far more complicated than he had imagined. It is not possible to collect intelligence overnight without releasing Sanxin Blue Spirit Boy.

He is not a big talker, and unless Yuan Duxiu becomes distracted, he will not tell him that.

After all, he ignored the show, yawned, and fell asleep again.

The baby's body is weak, especially the brain is fragile, extremely sleepy and lethargic.

Although he can resist, this body is extremely fragile, but he can only let it go, so as not to affect more.

Yuan Duxiu felt distressed when looking at the younger brother who had fallen asleep.

My little brother was born with Su Hui. If he hadn’t suffered a robbery, I would be afraid that he would be able to dance to the world and even have the potential to be a lord.

unfortunately......

He sighed in his heart and didn't believe what he had killed Lin Banglong in three years, but he also made a decision.

.......

The Blue Water City is located on the banks of the Lailong River, but it is not a square city, but a long dragon drinking like water.

The closer to Laijiang, the more prosperous.

The most prosperous place, however, fell on the Longjiang River, like the main palace of the dragon head hanging in the air.

Before coming to the main palace, the sound of the raging running water can already be heard.

Yuan Duxiu lifted the car curtain, and saw that the river, which was hundreds of miles wide and unknown, seemed like an inland sea, and the river was rolling eastwards. One by one, the'Water Dragon Wood' collected from the Soi Mountain supported a huge mansion.

Hanging on the river for dozens of feet, it was the main palace of the Blue Water City.

"Arrived."

Before the bridge by the river, Xiaoyu stopped the carriage,

He is not a man in the city's palace, nor is the city's general people qualified to enter.

Yuan Duxiu got off the carriage.

Lan Liu's positive and negative hands stood on the bank of the river, overlooking the billowing Longjiang.

The river is coming from the west and is rolling like a dragon. The river is magnificent, and the waves are large and urgent. It is difficult for idle boats to walk on the river.

"Follow me."

Yuan Duxiu arrived at the banks of the Dejiang River, and Lan Liu didn't look back, and hurried toward the city's main palace.

Yuan Duxiu followed his teeth.

But he only had one hand and one leg, and was very struggling to follow, but followed behind without a word, and walked across the bridge for more than ten miles, wet his clothes with cold sweat.

In front of the city's main palace, Lan Liu turned around and watched Yuan Duxiu's eyes flashed with admiration: "Okay, I am qualified to see my son."

He had already gathered spirits, and it was only a matter of seconds before he moved people away. The reason why he did not do it was naturally due to his consideration.

Yuan Duxiu's face was bitter and he could not speak, but could only shake his head.

"The son returned this time there is a big thing to do, see you just by the way, you have to grasp."

Lan Liu patted Yuan Duxiu's shoulder: "That Lin Naibai cut your hands, feet and veins with a secret method, I can't save you, but the son is no problem."

Yuan Duxiu nodded.

The first step of the practice is "convincing and refining the shape", focusing on the air of the world, refining the shape of the body, and determining the potential according to the advantages and disadvantages of the shape. The shape of his cultivation is the "twelve wind dragon shape", and there are also twelve wind dragons when it is completed. Power.

It is a pity that his martial arts were abolished, and the dragon's veins were also severed by Lin Weibai with his heavy hands, and the twelve winds and dragons collapsed, like a waste person.

Otherwise, even if the tongue is bitten off, he can urge the blood to grow again.

The main palace of the Blue Water City has no doors and no walls, and there are gates everywhere, and no gates everywhere.

From the bridgehead, we can see that there are many pavilions and pavilions between the water vapor and the rockery palace. Although it is not necessary to set the magnificent atmosphere of the main palace of the city, it is several times stronger than the Yuanjia mansion.

Walking into it, there seems to be an invisible barrier separating the inside and the outside. The sound of the surging water outside is already unheard of. The tide is different from the ordinary riverside houses. The city's main house is in a place where the big river hits, but there is no slight tide inside.

I saw people coming and going, I don't know how many servants were busy, it seemed to be preparing the feast.

"Young Master returned this time, and also accompanied his brothers and sisters. He will arrive soon. The master is preparing a banquet..."

Lan Liu said one sentence and stopped before a small courtyard.

Slightly bowed: "Master, people are here."

There was no sound.

Lan Liu couldn't stand up until he heard a warm, watery sound from inside, and straightened up.

"Brother Yuan, don't blame. On this trip to Tianding, I met the disciple of Dao Qing Dao, who had no amnesty. He had been wounded for several days. Although he was seriously injured, he was also hurt."

At the same time as the sound of warm water sounded, a sparkling sparkling outside the courtyard gate, like a big river flowing through.

Yuan Duxiu only felt that the water waves were around, and it seemed that it was just a moment, and he had come to the courtyard.

It is a courtyard, but in fact it is a pavilion independent of the city's main palace, in the heart of Lailongjiang.

The river was rolling, and the steam was lingering around the pavilion. In the haze, there was a young man standing with his hand in his hand. The white clothes moved with the wind.

He was tall and tall, and there was nothing else in the body except for a hairpin passing through his head, and he was tied into a bun.

Yuan Duxiu looked at it, only to realize that this person's perfect could not find a trace of flaws, making people feel ashamed, no wonder, in the name of immortals.

And its breath is like a cloud, but it seems to be in harmony with the river, and it makes people feel awesome for no reason.

When Yuan Duxiu looked around, a pair of gloomy eyes fell on him, and stopped for a moment on An Qisheng, who seemed to be sleeping:

"this is?"

Yuan Duxiu could not speak or clenched his fists, but could only bow slightly to show respect.

"But that's what happened after birth?"

The blue narcissus waved, letting Yuan Duxiu come in the pavilion, and the interest in ‘babies’ in his arms seemed to be much greater: “So, it’s a vision.”

His attitude is gentle, but Yuan Duxiu is still a little nervous.

Lan Liu shook his head:

"Which character is my son, will it be detrimental to a child?"

"Something different from ordinary people must be different from ordinary people, but this vision is not all good."

The blue daffodil glanced a little, but it was a pity.

The baby's origins are lacking and congenitally inadequate, even if there should be any alienation, it is gone.

Although it can be made up, it is not as perfect as it is.

Click~

With that, he flicked his fingers, a burst of water burst out, and split into two, hitting on the broken leg and arm of Yuan Duxiu as it was.

Click~

There seems to be some invisible shackles interrupted.

Yuan Duxiu's body trembled, only a sudden pain spread with the blood, and Rao was used to the daily pains, but still couldn't help but snorted.

"Lin Banglong was willing to give it, and all of his broken hands were passed on to his brother."

The blue daffodil glanced lightly at Yuan Duxiu: "Hearing that you got the'Destroyed Truth Picture' handed down from the ancient Qishan Dao?"

His eyes were warm and gentle, but he felt a sun-drenched feeling on his body, which eased Yuan Duxiu's pain.

He nodded: "Not bad."

He spoke subconsciously, but when the voice came out, he was shocked.

Lin Naibai severed his dragon veins with heavy hands that day. Under severe pain, he accidentally bit off his tongue. Since then it was difficult to speak, and he has gradually adapted.

But now there is a sound?

But at the next moment, I felt the sparkling wave of light around me, and then I woke up. This wave of light was only afraid of the "spiritual image" of the blue daffodil.

But, can Ling Xiang still be used like this?

He has discovered that there is a fake'tongue' formed by the light in his mouth.

"Qishan Dao is also an ancient ancestral gate. Unfortunately, the age is too old. Their secret method may be the best in the world at that time, but it is nothing compared to today's practice world. It is not Lin Nailong who sees the true shape of the law. ."

The blue narcissus stood hand in hand and looked at the waves: "Although it may not be better than the ancients today, Naqishan Road was not a first-class force at that time. Their things have been of little use in the past 10,000 years."

There was once a powerful speaker in the spiritual circle, which may or may not be better than the present.

He has some interest in the heritage of the ancients, but he is not determined to get it. The true shape map of the extinction method can only be regarded as ordinary among many ancient heritages.

If you pass by, take a look at it. If you don't, you will probably not go at all.

"Ok?"

Yuan Duxiu was slightly startled, and suddenly felt a trace of loss in his heart.

What do you consider to be treasures by others?

He would not doubt the words of the blue daffodils, because he was already ready to give him the "Destroyed Truth Form", he didn't need to deceive himself at all.

"But I don't have anything else."

Yuan Duxiu smiled bitterly.

He seems to be living with the blue son, but he seems to be a person of two worlds.

This illusion made him slightly sour.

"You can keep the true shape map of the destruction method yourself, but you. Although the qualification is not first-class, it can barely be my boy holding the sword."

The blue narcissus glanced at him, and his eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts: "Heaven and earth are in luck, and people are angry. Your sign of death is only for an instant. It is also your destiny to meet me.

Naturally, not damn. "

Boy with a sword?

Yuan Duxiu's lips wriggled, if ever, he would refuse this kind of problem if he didn't think about it, but now...

Looking down at the younger brother in his arms, he was silent.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Duxiu slowly spoke: "Son Lan, if I were your boy holding a sword, would I still be able to revenge my Yuan's ruined revenge?"

"The Wanfa Building is the first-class gate school in Dongzhou, and Lin Nailong is one of the true biography of Wanfa......."

The blue narcissus floats in white, the breath is like a fairy, and the voice is gentle like water vapor: "If you have become my boy holding a sword, if you want to avenge, I will not help you, and I must not stop you."

He is very calm ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wan Fa Lou and Tai Yimen are the same way. He holds the sword boy under his seat, of course, he can't kill the true biography of Wan Fa Lou.

However, Lin Linlong was extremely overbearing, and he would never allow others to touch his family. If he wanted to avenge himself or kill his younger brother, he would have to face him.

He was not afraid of Lin Banglong, but he did not want to fight with him.

Hearing this sentence, Yuan Duxiu was relieved: "So, I have to thank Master Lan for his kindness... As a son of man, this hatred will not be reported, rather die!"

"Yuan Duxiu! If you miss today's chance, you will certainly regret it."

Lan Liu couldn't help it, he whispered: "This is your chance to jump out of the fish pond and see the world, think twice!"

His perception of Yuan Duxiu is still very good, if not, he is too lazy to talk to him.

Yuan Duxiu just shook his head.

Refused, he will regret later that he does not know, but at this time, he really does not regret it.

"Why don't you persuade people to be generous without knowing the sufferings of others? After all, I can't do it."

The blue narcissus turned around and his voice fluttered:

"So, leaving the real picture of the destruction of the Fa, I can protect you for ten years. Within ten years, no one in the Blue Water Town will dare to kill you.

Ten years later, it depends on your character. "

After all, Yuan Duxiu only noticed that the surrounding water waves were flashing, and for the next moment, he could not see the pavilion and the fluttering blue son.

Presented in front of him is a blue six-faced expressionless face.

This time, Blue did not say a word for six and a half words.

Feeling the disappearance of the'tongue', looking at the distant Lan Liu, Yuan Duxiu tightened his arms, and then hooked the younger brother with one arm.

Leaned down and traced traces on the hard stone wall with fingers.

Draw out the "Destroyed Truth Picture" in the memory.

Then bowed three long bows and turned away.