What is surrounded by Huanpu Mountain is not a real waterfall, but several water-like curtains hanging down from the peak. This kind of secluded curtain is more advanced than the Peach Curtain and is called the Jie Curtain.
The main hall of the peak is majestic and towering. There are no beautiful flowers and beautiful flowers on it. There are only countless pines and cypresses. It looks like an ordinary high mountain in Gumu.
At this moment, the monster-like Jiuying was standing on the originally towering mountain peak.
Its legs stepped on the rocks at the bottom of the peak. The python-like head in the middle was raised high, its eyes staring straight at the sun, while the remaining eight heads were fixed on the mountain like arms, with a long head behind it. The long tail hangs down along the rock mass, from the top of the peak to the clouds and mist on the mountainside.
The sect master's palace is surrounded by Jiu Ying's huge body.
The boundary curtain reflects light. The light is not reflected, but flows down like a waterfall, forming one waterfall after another.
It is hidden further away from the four peaks, and will only be exposed to view when the landscape formation is activated.
At this moment, the landscape formation has been activated.
The orientation of the four peaks and the position of Huanpu Mountain are like a pointed house. The four peaks are connected to form a rectangle, and Huanpu Mountain is at the top.
After the landscape formation was opened, all the luck in the four peaks was like blood in the pulse, transported to the sect master's hall with the beating of the heart. The originally bright spiritual fruits and spiritual flowers on each mountain peak gradually faded.
Looking at it at this moment, Huanpu Mountain looks like a pillar of light towering from the sky to the ground.
"What are you going to do?!" Shouxiao Peak was shaken.
Jingyang Xia used the Bixiao sword to come out and fall from the sky, trying to cut through the flowing landscape formation. The sword was extremely powerful. In the blue light, the ground cracked for dozens of feet, but the foundation of the landscape formation was still there. Deeper, harder to shake.
The peak masters of Xuanri Peak and Huiyang Peak also came out with their swords.
"What happened?" Xue Xunxue asked in shock.
Xue Lin quickly understood: "Hanchi went against the mountains and rivers formation and wanted to keep the remaining luck and spiritual power of the entire Tianzong alone!"
Xue Xunxue frowned and said, "How could this be so?"
"Don't get involved in this matter. What I'm doing is just to destroy and then to establish. When I melt the bones of the Nine Infants and take the scroll of the Sword Scripture, the three hundred years of the prosperity of our Tianzong will begin today." Master Hanchi said, The sound of righteousness echoed back to the four peaks, and even the disciples covering their ears could hear it.
The three peak masters looked at each other.
Jingyang Xia gathered his voice and said: "Sacrifice the sword that protects the mountain?"
Xue Xunxue shook her head gently: "Lu Jiaowen is missing."
Xue Lin glanced at the sky and said, "It seems like a catastrophe is coming?"
Master Hanchi is sitting in the main hall of the sect, like a man playing chess behind the scenes. He looks at the chessboard of Tianzong. The four main peaks are like the four corners of the chessboard. And he not only wants to win the chess, but also wants to take the entire chessboard into his pocket. middle.
"Lu Yuanbai, a disciple of Tianku Peak, harbored the Tianzong sinner Ning Jiujiu and disobeyed his master's orders. His crime is unpardonable. He should be arrested together with Ning Jiujiu!" Master Hanchi's voice sounded again.
On Tianku Peak, his projection was cut in half by Lu Yuanbai.
Ning Jiujiu carried Lu Weowen on his back, and the sword blade in his hand had numerous gaps and scars.
"To those who capture these two people, I am willing to give them my swords, and then grant them the position of Supreme Sword Technique of Yujian Tianzong and the position of elder of the future sect master hall." Master Hanchi promised an extremely attractive condition.
What an honor it is to give each other a sword? That almost positions him as the successor of the next sect leader!
What's more, the person who said this was the sect leader himself.
Many elders of the Qing Dynasty in the Hidden Peaks of the Four Peaks have thought that the upper limit of most people's realm has been set as soon as they are born. Decades of cultivation may be in vain, and the words of the sect leader let them see a glimmer of hope. An opportunity to break through the upper limit of talent.
The most important thing is that the conditions for being a sect leader don’t seem to be difficult.
No matter how brilliant Ning Jiujiu is today, he is still only a disciple of the younger generation, and someone named Lu Yuanbai has never been heard of.
"Lu Yuanbai..."
In the Hanging Sun Peak, a quiet and elegant woman suddenly stood up. She held her heart in one hand and held down the sword on her waist with the other. Her eyes flickered: "Why is it him?"
"Huh? Do you know her?" asked a man next to her.
The woman closed her eyes and stood still for a while, then slowly sat back, shook her head and said, "I forgot."
The man looked at her deeply.
At this moment, a killing spree started from Tianku Peak.
They were all dressed in swords and clothes and were rushing towards the Tianku Peak with their swords. There were not many monks above the longevity realm in the entire Tianku Peak, but there were always more than twenty in total.
Lu Yuanbai did not leave the Tianku Peak. He was confident that the longevity realm of Tianzong was basically a mob. How could he be a great practitioner of the Purple Court Realm? He had suppressed it for too long in the past, and he would be at the peak today. With his sword drawn horizontally, he faced every cultivator who dared to come forward without giving in. He also surprised the juniors who had looked down on him and called him "Master Uncle Mighty".
Lu Yuanbai was afraid that others would not know what happened here. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Today, the Demon Dao Hanchi brought trouble to Tianzong. Lu Yuanbai, the righteous knight of Tianku Peak, is here alone. Guard the peak and don’t give in an inch!”
The sound echoed in the four peaks.
It’s just that many of the disciples who were originally amazed by Master Lu’s secretiveness felt a little embarrassed after listening to it. They thought, Master, are you still a child of a few years old who was poisoned by martial arts stories
"Lu Yuanbai?"
"Is it Uncle Lu? The one who spends his days in the corridor doing nothing?"
"Yes, that's Uncle Lu, the king of corridors who drinks every day and is not a decent person."
"Not enough alcohol."
“Not even alcohol!”
"But I didn't expect him to be so powerful..."
"Let's go see Uncle Lu!"
Ning Xiaoling listened to their conversation, glanced at Yazhu worriedly, and said, "Senior brother's situation doesn't seem to be very good now."
Yazhu patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry blindly."
Ning Xiaoling didn't know how to explain it, so she just said seriously: "It's true, senior brother seems to be very tired now..."
Yazhu sighed quietly, hugged the little girl next to him, and comforted: "I may not know much about other things about our relationship these days, but this young man Ning Changjiu is not only tough-minded but also full of tricks. I guess they can't do anything to him."
Ning Xiaoling also had confidence in her senior brother, but she could vaguely sense his emotions and knew that he was in a bad mood now, which made her extremely worried.
"Uncle Yazhu, I want to go out." Ning Xiaoling said.
"What are you doing out there?" Yazhu asked.
"I want to go out and kill people." Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously.
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The one interception Ning Jiujiu encountered was on the mountainside of Tianku Peak.
Between the tree trunks without cherry blossoms, a sword stabbed towards his back.
Ning ignored it for a long time, then the sword pierced Lu Marian's cocoon clothes and broke.
The broken sword edge shot out, spinning at high speed, making a circle around his body and cutting towards his waist.
Ning Jiujiu paused, stretched out two fingers to catch the flying blade, and turned around.
The assassin blocked the sword with his sword, but Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand and pinched the edge of the sword, twisting it into a roll. At the same time, with a flick of his finger, the flying blade shot out at high speed and nailed his throat.
When a killer died, the red cherry blossoms on the ground suddenly exploded. Another man who had been lurking for a long time got up in a posture of uncovering the coffin and attacked Ning Jiujiu. Ning Jiujiu had noticed it long ago. The moment he stood up, he grabbed the sword that had become twisted and stabbed it. The sword pierced his chest without any resistance, and nailed him back to the falling red on the ground.
In mid-air, another person who cherished his life stabbed him with a flying sword in the distance.
Ning Jiujiu had to establish his power if he wanted to get rid of the entanglement at this moment, so he did not give the opponent a chance to save his life. After knocking off the opponent's flying sword with one strike, he directly concentrated his soul and erased the warmth and nourishment of the opponent in the flying sword. His spiritual imprint makes this flying sword his own.
Ning held his eyebrows for a long time, and soon after the flying sword flew through the air, it came back dipped in blood.
After killing three people in an instant, the originally fanatical cultivators calmed down a lot and did not act rashly again.
"Ning Changjiu, you are so brave, you dare to kill the Tianzong elders indiscriminately." Someone shouted loudly: "If you don't let me go without mercy, I will cut you into pieces today!"
Ning Jiujiu stopped escaping towards the foot of the peak. With Lu Wenwen on his back, he turned around and looked at those people, saying, "You also want to die?"
There are several flying swords hanging on the mountainside of Tianku Peak. There are figures standing on the swords, like small boats in the void.
They originally thought that Ning Jiujiu would flee to the foot of the mountain first, and then they could form a formation in an open area to surround and kill him.
But in their shocked eyes, Ning Changjiu held his sword and turned around and walked towards them.
There are clearly more than ten of them, and each one of them is a practitioner of the longevity realm. How dare this young man...
Ning Jiujiu stopped talking. After a brief sprint, he took a step and stood up from the ground. The sword in his hand brought out waves of continuous shadows.
He was like a kid carrying a coffin. The murderous intent and sword energy on his body were erratic, like a wisp of underworld fire.
The moment his figure flew across the sky, several elders understood and all flew out with their swords. They instantly formed an formation in the air, and then together with the sword formation, they pressed towards the direction of Ning Changjiu.
This sword formation is called Hundred Prisoners. Although it was formed in a hurry, it is by no means a high-quality one. On the contrary, it is of a very high grade. When Tianzong entered the human world to hunt demons, this sword formation was the fastest and most effective. I don’t know how many demons have been killed with this move.
When the sword formation was about to touch Ning Jiujiu, almost everyone held their breath subconsciously, but the next scene made them stunned. The sword formation touched Ning Jiujiu, but it seemed to have touched a phantom and passed straight through. , not a trace of blood was spattered.
The exchange of virtuality and reality lasts only a moment.
Ning Jiujiu stood on the sword at someone's feet with his cocoon clothes on his back. The flying sword sank rapidly. This feeling of weightlessness made the elder panic. For a while, he couldn't even remember the method of controlling the sword. Ning Jiujiu He directly grabbed his wrist and asked him to kill himself as if he was committing suicide.
The formation will collapse without attack.
Ning Changjiu pressed his feet hard, and the flying sword and the body fell into the foot of the peak.
His pupils lit up with golden light.
"Ning Changjiu! There is still room to look back at this time, don't make a big mistake!"
A sword came towards me like a waterfall.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, turned his palms from inside to outside, pulled his arms outwards, and tore the sword waterfall into pieces. Ning Jiujiu punched out, only shaking the opponent's chest.
With a bang, the elder who made the move slid backwards out of the air with his sword. The clothes on his chest were torn to pieces, revealing the dented breastplate.
The rest of the people surrounded Ning Jiujiu, but they didn't dare to venture in.
Ning Chang's expression remained unchanged and he suggested calmly: "You go fight Lu Yuanbai and don't bother me."
With that said, he directly controlled the sword, turned around and flew down the mountain.
When several elders were still hesitating whether to pursue him or not, someone suddenly said that Lu Yuanbai at the top of Tianku Peak seemed to only hurt people but not kill.
Everyone looked at each other.
At this moment, Lu Yuanbai, who was drawing his sword freely at the top of the mountain, still didn’t know what he was going to face. It wouldn't be long before he would be harassed by those elders who were like stinging wasps, curse and abandon his sword and run away.
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In the sect master's hall, beside Master Hanchi, the figure of an old man in gray robe slowly emerged.
"I'm just a junior disciple. Is he worthy of so much effort?" the man in gray robe asked.
Master Hanchi said: "He is not simple."
"How extraordinary is it that you woke me up?" The man in gray robe spoke calmly.
Master Hanchi said: "The second half of the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture is in his hands right now."
"What did you say?" The man in gray robe frowned: "The Sword Sutra has appeared again?"
Master Hanchi looked at him and asked, "Didn't the previous generation master show you the Sword Scripture?"
"The Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture is a divine scroll that only the sect master can read. Even I have never seen it." The man in gray robe said regretfully.
Master Hanchi said: "Then Mr. Youlao has come out to help me get back the scroll. When the time comes, I am willing to study the Sword Scripture with the old gentleman."
"What?" The man in gray robe's eyes moved slightly, but he shook his head sternly: "This is against the rules."
"Rules are set by people." Master Hanchi shook his head and said: "The past sect masters were unwilling to hand over the sword scripture, but it was out of fear in their hearts. I am different from them."
Master Hanchi looked at him and said sincerely: "The old gentleman has been in charge of the palace for many years and has made great contributions. He deserves this honor. What's more, the disciple has killed many people in the peak, and he doesn't want to see it." Will Sifeng continue to be chaotic?"
The old man in gray robe also looked at him and said: "You must use Jiuying as your body and be careful not to fall into the devil's way."
Master Hanchi laughed loudly and said: "I cultivate the demon path as a human being, and then transform Jiu Ying into a human being. No matter the demon path or the devil's path, all can be transformed into the heavenly path! At that time, one step into the five paths will be the beginning of the revival of our sect. "
The old man in gray robe looked at him and remained silent.
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When Ning Changjiu drove his sword from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, he encountered two more interceptions, but he saved the day.
He was in bad health.
The source of everything is the sword he struck out with all his strength in the Cold Prison in conjunction with the spirit of the Sword Scripture.
The Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture must be killed, otherwise it will suffer a huge backlash.
That kind of backlash was like thousands of ants crawling across his body, tormenting him all the time, and the previous decisive sword attack only worsened his internal injuries.
"Lu Marian, what are you doing? Why does it take so long to break the inner demon tribulation? Ning Xiaoling is better than you!" Ning Jiujiu was a little angry, thinking that he would train your body every day and help you polish your Taoist heart. , but why are you still so unsatisfied!
In the sky, dark clouds have gathered, which is a sign of thunder and disaster.
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Lu Marian went back to when she was a little girl.
She walked alone through a long street, where people were coming and going, all of them unfamiliar faces.
Relying on the scattered routes in her memory, she walked to the center of an old street.
It was a door with tight wood grain and copper nails on the door.
A little girl ran out of the door.
Lu Marry looked at her.
The little girl was very thin, and the clothes she wore were old and yellowish. Her face was pointed because of her thinness, but her cheeks had a very white complexion. If she had washed her face clean, she might still look delicate.
Lu Marian watched her walking cautiously by her side. The little girl didn't dare to take a breath, as if any effort to breathe was blasphemy.
After she walked away, Lu Marry walked to the well and looked down.
She found that she was about five or six years old at this moment, wearing a white skirt, her hair in a dignified bun, and a decorative wooden sword on her waist. She looked like a little sword fairy.
She looked at herself in the well water, bent down and threw a stone, shattering the shadow in the well water.
Lu Marry was not lost in the illusion of her inner demon. Although she did not immediately realize that she was going through a tribulation, she also realized that this should be something similar to a dream. But when she looked around, she saw that the walls of the house were eroded by time. The traces are so clear, you can touch every scratch clearly and feel its bumps and unevenness.
Ruts rolled across the street and she moved out of the way.
An old man with a gray beard led a horse, and there were goods on the carriage. Following him were a few trotting soldiers with torn robes and dusty faces. The people next to him were whispering to each other, as if they were talking in some distant dialect.
It's all so real.
Lu Marry hesitated for a long time.
"Marry!" Someone behind her shouted her name.
She was a woman in luxurious clothes. Her bun was decorated with golden phoenix hairpins. Her face was slightly made up, but her demeanor was graceful.
Lu Marion subconsciously responded and walked over.
The woman squeezed Lu Wenwen's hand and said while walking forward: "Oh, little ancestor, where have you been? The immortal master has been waiting in the house for a long time. He came all the way here. , Can’t we keep people waiting for too long?”
"Immortal Master?" Lu Married asked.
"You little girl, did you hit your head? Today is the day for you to become a disciple! The master of the Immortal Sect wants to accept you as a disciple, saying that you are a good child that is rare to see in a hundred years." The woman said nonchalantly. He said: "Hey, I asked, even if you go up the mountain, you can go home during the holidays. When you become an immortal, don't forget your mother. Remember to come back often."
Lu Marion hummed in confusion, and then she was held by the woman's hand and walked into a large mansion.
The mansion was very lively today, people were coming and going, lanterns were decorated, gold bowls and silver chopsticks were placed in the lobby, pink faces and jade hands were upside down, they were talking and laughing. When they saw Lu Marry coming, those people all gathered around. , clustered like stars holding the moon, asking for help, the woman smiled and helped her.
Lu Marian paid no attention to them. She seemed to sense something. She stood on tiptoes and tried hard to look through the crowd and look in a certain direction.
When the woman saw it, she quickly pushed aside the crowd and took the little girl to pay homage to the immortal master.
The Immortal Master sat on a chair that should have been abandoned.
The craftsman who made this chair obviously made a mistake. The chair was bloated and vulgar. If it were not made of excellent materials, it would have been smashed and burned as firewood.
But when the immortal master dressed in white sat on the chair, the chair was endowed with special magic power. It looked like a delicate and nimble deer, lying docilely under the immortal master.
The immortal master stood up and turned around slowly.
Lu Marry held her breath, and then felt a little disappointed—this immortal master actually wore a white mask.
It doesn't look very good-looking when I think about it. If she was born beautiful, why would she be like this
"This is to escape from the world." The immortal master explained. His voice sounded young and calm, but it gave people a feeling of being in a city.
Somewhat familiar answers.
"Marry, call Master quickly." The woman said.
"I'm not screaming, he is not my master!" Lu Marian didn't know why, but she always felt that something was wrong with the other person. She even felt a faint sense of chill, as if the other person took off his mask and she would see a picture of a fox. Same face.
After Lu Marian said angrily, she turned around and ran away.
It took the woman a long time to chase her back.
In the end, Lu Marion and him became a nominal master and apprentice, but Lu Marian was conflicted and never called him master.
Their sect is a fairy mountain out of this world.
As soon as he returned to the sect, the immortal master in fluttering white clothes took off his mask.
It was a young and delicate face.
The lines on his cheeks were like chisels, with a toughness unique to men, but his eyes were soft, with a calm smile hidden in them.
Looking at this face and the silent white clothes, Lu Marian felt some intimacy in her heart.
But every time she wanted to speak, she felt extremely resistant. In short, she was unwilling to kneel down or call him master.
The little girl of five or six years old came to the sect and became his closed disciple.
Although this master is young, he has none of the arrogance of young people. He is knowledgeable and gentle. He treats himself very well and treats himself as his own son.
I don’t know how many springs and autumns have passed in the blink of an eye.
Lu Marion grew up day by day, and her hair grew longer and longer. It slowly grew from her shoulders to her waist, then crossed her waist and sprinted towards her ankles, like the branches of a willow tree hanging down in spring.
Finally, one winter, she cut off her hair in the middle with a sword.
She is already eighteen years old this year.
Her swordsmanship is extremely high and she has few rivals in the sect, and the master can teach her less and less. The two occasionally communicate, talking about trivial matters about the sect or interesting things from the past. Listening to it always makes me smile. When the two of them were sitting alone, Lu Marian was in the most peaceful mood.
After so many years, Master's face has not changed at all. He still likes to wear white clothes, and his features are still handsome, as if he is an eternal boy.
Lu Marion once thought his white clothes were too plain, so she secretly opened his closet and found that the dozens of clothes hanging in the closet were all white.
Time is like water, and in a blink of an eye, several years have passed.
This year, Lu Jianwei was twenty-four years old, and she had long since shed her childishness. She had a graceful figure, a slender and graceful figure, elegant and beautiful eyebrows, a white skirt and a sword. She was as beautiful as a drunken fairy falling into the world, and she stood tall and graceful, far from the world. thing.
She is the most admired fairy in the entire sect.
But for some unknown reason, her practice, which was originally smooth and smooth, suddenly hit a bottleneck. This year, she said goodbye to her master and decided to go down the mountain alone to slay demons and seek opportunities.
In the imperial city of Zhao State, the sky and the earth thundered, and the wind and rain came.
From Qifeng Lake to Changjie, her opponent was an old fox whose realm was unfathomable. She found that the swordsmanship she had practiced for so many years was useless.
At the time of the crisis between life and death, she stood on the long street. There was a thunder in the sky, and Lu Jiaoyou's spiritual platform cleared, as if she was awakening from a big dream.
The heavy rain hit her.
"Heart Demon Tribulation..." She watched the old fox walking towards her, and the consciousness that had been buried deep in her heart finally surfaced uncontrollably.
The past that was originally vivid in the inner demon tribulation suddenly became extremely false.
The skinny girl who grew up with fine clothes and fine food was not me at all. The skinny girl that I occasionally glanced at when I was a child was the real her.
Similarly, her master was not that kind of man in white. Her master... had already died under his own sword.
This is the only way for almost all ascetics who break into the Purple Court - toss and turn in the illusion of inner demons, and then wake up at the most critical moment and break out.
The same is true for Lu Marion.
She raised her sword.
This old fox is very powerful, but that does not mean that his clone on the long street is also very powerful.
She was indeed no match for him back then, but now she is no longer what she used to be.
There is not a trace of fear in her heart, and there is no blue shirt on the long street today that can pick up the sword for her. All she has is the courage and belief to transcend the realm.
On the long street, in the heavy rain, every raindrop was illuminated by the sword.
The sound of crushing rain could be heard from time to time.
The majestic figure of the old fox was submerged in the sword energy that filled the street.
Lu Marian felt that it was not enough. She closed her eyes, and her consciousness connected with the streets, the imperial city, and the entire Zhao country, all the way to the edge of the rainstorm.
Every raindrop is like a sword.
The dark clouds all over the world are also gathering here.
The old fox died in a devastating rain. Before he died, he smiled at Lu Marry.
After everything calmed down, Lu Marry found that the demonic calamity in her heart had not been broken yet.
"This is obviously my inner demon..." Lu Jianjian recalled her life. She had been practicing Taoism smoothly until she encountered the biggest setback in this imperial city. This setback almost killed her, and she once became a The shadow of her heart.
She didn't understand why she hadn't broken out of this past even though she had clearly cut it off.
Unknowingly, she returned to the sect.
She went to see the master.
The heavy rain has gone away and everything becomes quiet.
Now that she has broken through the demonic barrier of the inner demon calamity, of course she knows everything. How can this man in white be her master? He is obviously her disciple Ning Changjiu...
Lu Marry looked at her with complicated emotions and didn't understand why the inner demon would outline such an illusion.
"Come back?" Ning Changjiu said slowly.
"Yes." Lu Married said.
"It's okay." Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes and said with a smile, "This is your first experience. I've been worried about it for a long time."
Lu Marian felt that the scene in front of her was very strange. Although she knew it was a dream, she still found it difficult to accept it.
"Thank you..." she said softly.
Ning Changjiu smiled, but his eyes were a little tired: "From today on, the position of the sect leader will be handed over to you, right?"
Lu Marry was silent. She looked at the young man in front of her and recalled many memories.
From the first encounter, when the imperial city came to an end, and then to every moment on Tianku Peak and those unforgettable nights.
It's only been half a year, and they've already experienced so much.
During those nights, Ning Jiujiu trained her body and answered her questions on the road to spiritual cultivation. He seemed to regard himself as a disciple, but that day he said an unintentional remark, "You might as well worship me as your teacher." This sentence was originally a joke, but for some reason it always lingered in her heart, lingering until that day, when Ning Changjiu's figure merged with the green shirt on the long street, and finally broke out completely.
Is this his inner demon
Why is it so lingering... It's so annoying.
Lu Marion squeezed her hands tightly, her long and curved eyelashes gently covering her face, and the light in her long autumn eyes was flickering and lonely.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to?" Ning Changjiu smiled faintly: "Still... you have never regarded me as your master?"
His voice was also so lonely.
Lu Marry looked at him, looking at this real dream.
There was a faint sound of thunder in her ears.
The thunderstorm is coming soon.
Ning Chang waited for a long time, but without waiting for an answer, he walked outside. His white clothes were like a cloud - a cloud that drifted away and never came back.
"Wait a minute." Lu Marry suddenly said.
The cloud stopped at the door, at the junction of light and dark.
This is just a dream, no one will know... Lu Jiayou thought.
She suddenly lifted the front of her skirt and slowly knelt down. Her delicate figure fell down, her head drooped, her smooth and jade-like forehead touched the cold brick surface, and her long hair fell like a waterfall in the night.
"Disciple pays homage to Master." Her voice was cold and respectful.
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(I'm sorry it's a little late. By the way, I wish all the readers who have finished the high school entrance examination and college entrance examination good results~)