Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

After the death of Ji Xiaozhen, the first time Han Dahai, it ended in the collapse of the secret realm.

The participating teams returned to Zongmen by flying instruments, and they were still in shock. This incident shocked the practitioners, can you not afford the storm?

Only Hanshan, the heads of several major schools and elders with high weights, heard the wind of Mingyue Lake earlier, and speculated that the collapse of the mysterious realm was related to the Muslims, but he did not want to say it clearly. Before the disaster, the participating disciples left, and no one was killed. Who would still question the saint?

Not long ago, the change of Hanshan Jingsi Valley seemed to be an unknown warning.

Han Shanxiu, the highest real person of Taiheng, and all his disciples and disciples left the sect, returned to the Huai Shui Zhou family, and rebuked the head of Hanshan and the master for covering up the evil spirits.

They soon announced that it was Meng Xueli who refused to approve the seizure and the demon power exploded, causing the secret area to collapse. If this demon is alive, it must be made original.

But Meng Xueli did not come out until the secret area exploded. The disciples whom he helped to follow closely followed the movement of the Hanshan sword faction. He never heard of Elder Meng and Xiao Daoyou returning safely to Hanshan.

Meng Xueli lost the news because of the sensational world of the secret realm, and then became a mystery.

Why did the secret realm collapse? Where did Meng Xueli go? Is he still alive?

Overnight, countless problems emerged. Some young disciples who questioned the teachers and the conspiracy were locked up by the teacher. They only said that they were closed.

Compared to the split between the Hanshan Sword School and the two factions, the Mingyue Lake is now backed by the saints of the Qing Dynasty. Some of them are responsible for handling the important tasks, and there are young geniuses who break through the realm of the Theravada. Momentum.

On the surface, this is indeed the case.

The cloud boat of Hanshan Jianpai returned to the ship, and the atmosphere was heavy.

When they left in the past, the disciples were full of enthusiasm, laughing loudly, vowing to make a name for themselves in Hanhai; when they returned, the school was split, the head was injured, and Elder Meng disappeared. The only good thing, only the master disciple Cui Jing broke through.

The martial arts are like trapped beasts, surrounded by enemies. The disciples held their breath, but instead became more united and more motivated.

The news of the collapse of the mystery reached the city of Hanmen, and the old shopkeeper of "Hengtong Juyuan" was worried: "Elder Meng is missing, that private sword sword ...

Qian Yu's spirit calmed down: "It is missing, no one can prove that he is dead. Jianzun's private library is still his."

"Hanmen City is backed by Hanshan. If Hanshan happens, our head office business will also be affected ..."

Qian Yuzhi shook the fan of “He Qi Sheng Cai”, but he did not take it for granted: “Hanshan is a curettage for bones and bones, and Mingyue Lake is a scorching salary, whether it is good or bad, it will be clear in the future.

...

The Changchun Peak still flows in deep water, and the spring breeze remains the same.

Meng Xueli borrowed a window of moonlight and looked carefully at Xiao Xiao's eyebrows. He blows at Ji Xiao's eyelids and sees that the other party is not responding. He seems to be asleep, so he dares to lick Li Jixiao's jaw.

After being a man, he hasn't done this action yet. He revisited the intimacy when he was a mink.

Ji Xiao didn't know when to open his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he was definitely looking at him, how could he be a little sleepy.

Meng Xueli was arrested and hurriedly retreated awkwardly, sitting by the bed, wondering whether he should apologize.

The two faced each other, and Ji Xiao's voice was dumb: "What's wrong?"

Meng Xueli: "I'm afraid you are not real, or I'm dreaming." So lick and confirm.

The warm wind is intoxicating, and the beautiful scenery. Meng Xueli's stomach full of crooked thoughts is fleeting, he is more concerned about Ji Xiao's injury:

"How are you feeling now? Where did you hurt before?"

Ji Xiao waved his hand: "It's okay."

Meng Xueli shook his head: "You always say nothing, tell me nothing."

Ji Xiao sat up and leaned against the wall, smiling: "What do you want to know."

Meng Xueli wanted to ask, do you know who started to kill him, whether there is any clue, and fear that the mentor does not want to remember "death", just like he does not want to remember the betrayal, he asked Ji Xiao after rebirth.

As long as people are still alive, there is hope for everything.

If Ji Xiao is gone, he is willing to lay down his life to avenge Ji Xiao, Ji Xiao is still there, he wants to respect Ji Xiao's wishes.

Ji Xiao started from the rebirth of the house, and talked about going back to Hanshan, where the library building met late at night. In the future, there is no need to talk about it in the library building. Meng Xueli has experienced it with him.

Meng Xueli listened quietly, with a touch of joy flowing in his heart. Suddenly, what he thought, his face changed slightly:

"You absorb the power of the secret, will Guiqing know that you are not dead?"

Ji Xiao: "Returning to the secret realm of refining and refining is unsuccessful, and he suffers backlash. He has to hurry up to heal his wounds, and he dare not let people know that he is injured. Before he recovers, he can't take care of me."

Meng Xueli: "He hurts more than you?"

Ji Xiao: "That's the space debris that I opened. With my consciousness imprinted first, he wants to refine it, as if fighting for a sword with me. I hold the hilt, he holds the blade, and the two pull, who is easier Injured? "

Meng Xueli suddenly realized: "Did you think about it? You went to the secret realm just to absorb the power of the secret realm and wait for this opportunity to seriously hurt him?"

Ji Xiao said, "Half."

"The other half?"

Ji Xiao smiled: "For you."

Meng Xueli was startled, his earlobe suddenly turned red, and he whispered, "Me too."

Ji Xiao sighed slightly, and said softly, "I hope you are for me, not for gratitude."

Meng Xueli eagerly said: "We have seen before you saved me, but you don't know!"

When he first saw Ji Xiao, there was a light snowfall in Hanmen City.

Withered branches and snow, flocks of crows flying, plum blossoms drifting.

The river in the city was not frozen yet, Meng Xueli was transformed into a man under the stone bridge, supporting a long wormwood, ushered in and transported by people.

But he was a little embarrassed at this time, and he did n’t dare to say it too bluntly: "What happened many years ago, I was not the king of Snow Mountain that year, you have not been sanctified ... I was on a boat in Hanmen City, and I have seen you from afar one side."

Ji Xiao walked across the bridge, and he looked up. After flying thin snow and scattered plum, he saw Ji Xiaoxiao's snow-like face.

I thought that I had practiced for hundreds of years, just for that.

Ji Xiao murmured: "It turns out to be you."

It turned out that the demon crossing the bridge was Meng Xueli.

Meng Xueli exclaimed: "Do you remember?"

Ji Xiao nodded: "I've never seen the demon of the ferry boat, and I was curious, so I glanced at it. It was because the leading edge was set early, a snowstorm in the" outside of the world "blew you back to me. Now. "

His tone was faint, but when Meng Xueli heard it, he overthrew the honeypot, and the honey would overflow from the bottom of his heart-his fate with Ji Xiao was much deeper than that of the Mirage and the Three Jiao.

He said happily: "We should be buddies."

Ji Xiao quipped: "It should also be a mentor."

Meng Xueli wasn't happy for a moment, his face flushed instantly: "No, I originally thought you were Ji Xiao ..."

He couldn't say anything.

Ji Xiao is more curious: "What?"

"I thought you were, Ji Xiao's son." I also wanted to treat you well and be a good father.

Ji Xiao stayed on the spot like a lightning strike. The ambiguous atmosphere between the two disappeared.

When Meng Xueli saw that his expression was wrong, he immediately pulled off the quilt.

Seeing what ridiculous things he has done, treating Ji Xiao as his son and apprentice, engaging in "supporting the Ji Party" and allowing Ji Xiao to write an article, boasting about Ji Xiao in front of Ji Xiao ... all the piles and pieces choked him.

The sense of shame surged into my heart afterwards, and immediately flooded Meng Xueli.

He began to evade and shirk responsibility: Ji Xiao didn't tell me earlier, so this should be Ji Xiao's fault, right?

I am very embarrassing, but Ji Xiao is not embarrassing? Isn't Xiaoyu shameful? Everyone should be thrown away, and no one will dislike anyone.

A ball bulged in the quilt, Ji Xiao stretched out his hand, and patted the "Xiaogubao" gently:

"Come out, I don't blame you."

Deep inside the bed, Meng Xue's muffled voice came: "Don't look at me! You go out first, I want to stay alone for a while!"

Ji Xiao said honestly: "This is my room."

Meng Xueli: "..."

He suddenly lifted the quilt, ran to the window in two steps, jumped forward, and disappeared without a trace of smoke.

Ji Xiao was forced to start a life of separation from the Taoist couple, facing the empty, still warm bed.

Once again, Jianzun vaguely felt that he had done something inappropriate.