Dragon-Marked War God

"When you arrive at Tong Xuan Shenfu, if he is not too shameful, please visit my former teacher, Qian Ji."

"Good! I will do it for you."

Jiang Chen said.

"Does the Shaocheng Lord not enter the Tong Xuan Shenfu?"

"Zixi has a good strength, but his talent is far less than you. Zi has nothing to ask for, I hope you can take care of me, peace, it is blessing."

Ziqingtian whispered.

"A cavity of blood and blood to help shake the mind, want to go to the nine days to catch the bright moon, not the wind and the crown crown feathers, is the number of surplus at dusk."

"I understand. You are right, peace is blessing."

Jiang Chen turned slowly and said quietly.

Why didn't he want to stop? But he can't, he wants his relatives to let his friends not be hurt by the slightest, he has to walk out of his own strong road. Lingyun has lifted 90,000 miles and dared to test the height of the day!

"People have their own aspirations. I don't have any intentions. I just hope that on the road of spiritual practice, you can pull him. I hope that it will be enough. If Zi is there, then it will be on the river."

"it is good!"

Jiang Chen did not look back to see Ziqingtian. This is the gentleman agreement between the two of them. It is also his commitment to Ziqingtian, but he did not say the sentence: ‘Jiang Chen is in, then Zixi is in’.

Grass along the Qingqing River, green and green algae, looking up at the snow-capped mountains, low red waistband.

The green riverside, the bamboo forest ten miles, the blue waves, the water and the sky, the boat on the river.

The jade flutes, the spirit is moving, the eyes are full of spring, the river bank, the birds and beasts, it adds a little bit of fun.

Surrounded by a green hill, one side of the snow-capped mountains, one side of the green, one side of the maple leaf.

On the river where the water is rippling, the Koi leap is lively and cheerful. The beasts on the shore are quietly listening to the sound of the jade flute, and it is beneficial to cultivate it.

Above the boating bamboo raft, a woman in white, with long hair like a waterfall, a back like a fairy, a stature body, and a thousand. Looking at the side, it is already a dumping country, the jade face is like a smoke, the light dance is flying, the beauty is in the midst of it, the fascinating glory and indifference, even with a touch of pride, it seems that everything in this world, Not to be put in her eyes, but the jade flute in this hand can solve the problem.

The green onion refers to a slight movement, the jade flutes, and flutters softly, sometimes twirling, sometimes joyous, sometimes rushing, and sometimes refreshing.

The flute sounded, among the bamboo forests, the beasts rushed, and the birds contend, seemingly to play the music of this wonderful flute.

The woman and the beautiful picture on the river are almost integrated into one, and it seems that she is indispensable between the world.

"Giggle, my sister's flute sounds, it's getting more and more beautiful. Even the little animals are very helpful. Most of them are open-minded. But I can't always listen."

Above the river bank, a light-skinned girl with a ponytail, covering her mouth and smiling, compared to the white-skinned woman's peerless style, did not make much more, like the human elves sent by the heavens, a pair of black scorpions, seems to be able to pierce Everything in this world is dirty. Extraordinary and refined, no stains.

The little girl is petite and looks like only thirteen or four years old, but she already has a little girl's form. Childishness is still the same, the smile is full of appeal, even if it is the icy white woman, the eyes are also showing a touch of brilliance. However, the girl seems to have not escaped from the secular eyes, because the purity of her eyes, even the white woman, seems to be reluctant to have too much interference.

The girl crossed her arms and smiled between them, revealing two deep dimples, like a fairy genie who left the mortal world, which made people feel loved. Needless to say, when you grow up, you must be a peerless woman who stirs up the world, so that the heroes of the world will be bent.

The woman in white, moving between the city and Fanghua, the ponytail girl, but before the world is in the double eyes.

"I know that my sister must be worried, so I don't want to bother my sister, but I don't even want to see my sister so upset. Everyone doesn't understand you, but I understand."

The ponytail girl looked serious and looked at her. She said with a grin, and she was so cute.

The white woman shook her head.

"You know, but you don't understand."

"Why do you say this? Does the sister really have to follow the arrangement of the sovereign?"

The ponytail girl said with enthusiasm, quite unwilling.

"People sometimes can't live for themselves."

The white woman smiled, but the helplessness and bitterness of the corner of the mouth, and who can understand? People are alive, not just for themselves, her existence, but also fortunate in the misfortune of the sect.

Even if you pour the country into the world, how can you do it? The same will have their own sorrow and trouble, when people are alive, there will be joys, sorrows and sorrows, it is impossible to be detached.

"I think people should live for themselves. I am self-conscious, who dares to be? I heard that my big brother said so. I know, you must think about him, I miss him too."

The ponytail girl pouted and said with tears, and when she spoke, she almost cried out, and she looked like she was crying.

"Are you coming to persuade me, or do you want me to persuade you?"

The woman in white looks dark and sighs, with a touch of laziness, full of beauty.

"Your big brother, don't know where he is now, even if he is there, how can it be? For many years, it is no longer what it was."

"That is, but why am I growing so slow? I still think that when my big brother comes to see me, I want to be like the sister of Ling."

The ponytail girl said with a grin, and she is a month, the identity of a woman in white, naturally it is clear, not Ling Xiao, who can have such a worldly style?

"But he still didn't come. So people can't just live for themselves."

Ling Xiao said faintly, looking back to the north, what she could see, apart from the white snow, what hope still exists?

"I know, but I believe he will come, he will not give up the month and his sister."

The month is very calm and said.

"White heads don't look back, maybe he has gone with the wind."

Ling Xiao looks indifferent.

"No, big brother won't die, he is not dead! I know."

The month said angrily.

"you know?"

Ling Xiao looked at the moon in surprise.

"He is still alive, and he is alive, I believe, one day, I will wait for him."

The firmness of the month makes Ling Xiao sigh somewhat. Everything is good in the month. It is her stubborn temper. As long as she mentions her big brother, her eyes will be empty, only Jiang Chen.

"I know that your sister likes big brother, big brother likes you too, you can rest assured that he will come to you."

The moon was said to be serious, but immediately it was bowed, and the grievance said:

"But my big brother doesn't like the moon."

After that, the moon was turned and went alone. Walking towards the depths of the bamboo forest, even Ling Xiao, she was not looking for her.

"How do you know that big brother doesn't like you? But he likes me? Why don't I know?"

Ling Xiao said faintly, close his eyes, once again condensed on the bamboo poles, let the wind and rain hit, the snow fell to the river, only one person, solitary boating on the river.