The days wander quietly above the world, melting the years that even the wind will be forgotten. Those days with pride of spring, those days with scorching sun, those days with drizzle, those days with snowy days, the years have rumbled through year after year.
Some people left after all, and disappeared in every corner of the continent with the mark of time. Then, they never saw each other again, and never thought about it again.
Ye Junlin looked at Liu Cai's back as he walked away, his expression a little dazed.
When is the farewell, how can I see you again?
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Put on luxurious clothes, ride four horses and ride them. One hundred riders fully armed "Lin" camp followed from a distance.
The reason why there are not four horses is that when Lao Wu chose a mount, he chose an old horse with a sloping foot.
In Lao Wu's own words, his age is like a large reed in the wilderness. He has long passed that beautiful era. Now he is suitable to ride this slope horse.
At the gate of Guyue City, the idle people and others have long been cleared.
Hundreds of cavalry left the city, and they were in a mighty way.
The Xuanyuan soldier stood at the city gate and bowed to salute. He looked like a kind old man, as if his son's broken arm had nothing to do with Ye Junlin and others.
Liang Bufan turned around and looked at the city where people were everywhere.
Although there were three thousand weak waters, all living beings could not see the scoop he wanted to drink.
Sighing deeply.
Ye Junlin patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "My brother promised you that in less than two years, I will definitely let that cold beauty throw her arms to you."
Ye Junlin said the smiley face, but Liang Bufan listened seriously.
"You have to do what you say."
"Natural."
Somewhere in the corner of Guyue City Tower, the cold girl in purple was looking at the two of them quietly.
The girl's nostrils were facing upwards, and a cold snorted in her throat. Xuanyuan Guoqi stood behind the woman, shook her head, and sighed softly...
Outside Guyue City, there is a long yellow sand that lasts a hundred miles long. This is not far from Jin State, but if you don’t take a boat, you will have to walk for half a month.
Ye Junlin was enjoying himself while sleeping in the open all the way.
The practice of "Haoran Sword Art" has gradually become more and more successful. Although there are twists and turns in the middle, it is natural to have Lao Wu.
Professor Ye Junlin's method is extremely unique: whenever he encounters Ye Junlin asking, Old Wu never speaks. He holds a wooden stick to make a sword, turns his wrist lightly, and the sword energy comes out, instantly shaking Ye Junlin several meters away.
The skin is blooming and the flesh is covered with scars.
After being beaten again and again, Ye Junlin's ability to comprehend has improved by leaps and bounds. At the same time, his ability to fight against attacks has also improved a lot.
Liang Bufan looked at Ye Junlin who was like a madman and murmured to himself: "Learn a sword, your life is still in danger, why bother?"
Ye Junlin smiled heartily.
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Huangshui River Ferry.
A huge ship was waiting for it. The captain was a hundred feet long, with a large black banner hanging on it. The word "Jin" was written on the banner.
The water vapor sank, and Ye Junlin's chest suddenly stinged a little.
Old Wu was shocked, and his face, which had always been breeze, showed a look of panic.
Liang Bufan's head was a little dizzy, but after only a few breaths, he returned to normal.
Ye Junlin's eyes turned white, and his handsome face was covered with cold sweat in an instant. The black demonic energy overflowed from his chest, like a ball of black mist, wrapping around his entire body.
"Haoran Sword Technique!"
Old Wu stretched out his left hand and ate his middle fingers, shaking his sword energy, like a hurricane on the sea, destroying the sky and the earth.
The sword energy rushed into the demonic energy, surging and stirring everywhere. The demonic energy was in chaos, and gradually retracted back into Ye Junlin's chest.
Ye Junlin fainted, and Ning Kunlun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
"Senior, what's wrong with His Highness the King of Wei?"
"I was cursed by the 'Xi Lao Ghost'." Old Wu replied slowly, but Ning Kunlun's heart was filled with rivers.
"Niggage Curse", the unique secret technique of the Qin Empire's "Ghost Venerable" enters the warrior's body in an almost imperceptible way. The time is lurking, ranging from one month to one year. There is no abnormality in normal times. Once it occurs, it will kill people in an instant.
Lao Wu's "sword finger" was pressed on Ye Junlin's chest, and endless sword energy was poured into his body, and the demonic energy was fighting to the death, becoming more and more prosperous.
Lao Wu's face looked a little ugly: "It's not a solution to continue like this."
Ning Kunlun was very anxious, waving his supagus and walking back and forth.
"Senior, is there no way?"
"Yes, yes, but..." Old Wu turned his head and looked at Liang Bufan: "Boy Liang, are you willing to make sacrifices?"
Liang Bufan did not hesitate at all and made the final decision: "No, even if one life is exchanged for another life, I will do it!"
Old Wu's mood trembled slightly, and he said the next word "ok".
Liang Bufan rolled up his sleeves and said anxiously: "Senior, why? Is it a blood or a marrow removal?"
"Not that exaggerated?" Old Wu was moved and had a black line: "I need to take out your 'dragon soul', only the 'dragon soul' can temporarily suppress this demonic energy."
"Okay, get it quickly."
Liang Bufan sat cross-legged on the sand, closing his eyes and concentrating his mind.
Old Wu raised his right hand and started Kunlun.
Countless golden lights were magnificent, and Liang Bufan's body was shining brightly. Old Wu clenched his right fist, and the golden light slowly peeled off from Liang Bufan's body.
If there is a terrifying dragon roaring, the entire Huangshui River is surging, the earth is trembling, and a golden dragon phantom goes straight to the nine heavens.
Qin State's 'Ling Palace'.
The "Ghost Venerable" stood on the terrace with his hands behind his back, Ying Zheng stood behind his back with his eyebrows down, without saying a word.
"Second Master, has the 'Black Demon Curse' failed?" After a long time, Ying Zheng finally couldn't help asking.
The 'Ghost Venerable' sighed and said nothing. But Ying Zheng had already learned the answer from his expression.
If you let the tiger go back to the mountain, there will be endless troubles.
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Old Wu led the "Dragon Soul" and led it to Ye Junlin's eyebrows bit by bit. The "Dragon Soul" sank and finally merged into Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness.
Old Wu breathed a sigh of relief.
Liang Bufan was stripped of the "Dragon Soul", his face turned pale, his body was weak, and he fainted for a moment.
The two people who were still alive just now were lying motionless on the sand, and the atmosphere was a little sad.
The "Dragon Soul" merged into Ye Junlin's body and slowly fitted. The demonic energy was suppressed and slowly condensed into a ball the size of a quail egg, still lingering in his chest, staring at him covetously.
"Senior, Your Highness the King of Wei..." Ning Kunlun was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
"I can't die for a while, but if I don't kill the 'Xi Lao Gui', there is still a possibility of recurrence at the latest one year."
Ning Kunlun breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of the big stone hanging in his heart.
The halberd stands horizontally, and Ning Kunlun salutes the solemn military salute to Liang Bufan. One hundred "Lin" characters stand in a solemn manner, and one hundred replicas of "Jin King's Sword" are all unsheathed and pointed directly into the sky.
Ning Kunlun picked up Liang Bufan and walked carefully to the boat: "Boy, you are a great hero who 'self-sacrifice for others', so you can't just die..."