Painting of the Nine Immortals

The bright moon shed light and clear light, and shone in this dense forest, coated with a layer of silver yarn.

Suddenly a pretty girl appeared in the trees in front of her. She had exquisite facial features, beautiful appearance, and graceful figure. Especially against the backdrop of the moonlight, it is like the fairy fairy Lingbo descending from the earth, the beauty is breathtaking, and the country is all over the country.

However, the turbulence on her pretty face and the hurried footsteps somewhat destroyed some aesthetics.

And the little red on her white dress showed her situation at the moment, which should be being hunted down.

"This lady ..."

Looking at the girl running fast ahead, Ling Xian frowned slightly, and her heart suddenly developed a sense of familiarity. This inexplicable feeling filled him with fog, because he was sure that he had never seen this girl before.

However, when Xiuwei reached a certain level, the spirit soul automatically recorded the people who intersected with himself. That is to say, although Ling Xian has no impression, he must have met this woman.

"Strange, why am I completely unimpressed?"

Ling Xian frowned, searching her memory carefully, but without any trace of information about the girl.

However, when the girl saw Ling Xian in front of her, those dim star eyes suddenly burst into fascination, as if meeting the most important person in life.

In fact, Ling Xian is indeed one of the most important people in her life.

Although nine years have passed, she will never forget the gentle smile and the warm palm of her hand anyway.

That's someone she should keep in mind the warmth of a lifetime.

"Ling Lingzi!"

The girl smiled like a flower and hurried to Ling Xian, a pair of beautiful eyes staring at the man in front of her, flashing with joy.

She never dreamed that she would be here to meet this dreamy person.

"Know me, it seems that you really have me to meet."

Ling Xian frowned slightly, and after confirming that she hadn't seen the woman, she could not help asking: "Just why, I don't remember you?"

I heard that the girl's beautiful eyes were dark, did she really not remember herself?

But the next moment, she suppressed the loss of her heart, and smiled, "Master, do you remember nine years ago, you once gave a beggar storage bag in Yunxiao City of the Big Zhou Dynasty?"

Ling Xian's brows frowned. The four key words of the Da Zhou Dynasty, Yunxiao City, Qier, and storage bags awakened his memories at that time. After that, a unkempt beggar emerged from his mind.

That day, he stood proudly in the field like the devil of Shura.

No one dared approach him, only a little girl covered with dirt came to him and asked him to ask for a storage bag.

The clear but fearless clear eyes, the slow but firm pace, the pale but stubborn little face, suddenly impressed Ling Xian, letting him reveal a gentle smile subconsciously.

He still remembers that little girl's name was Yu Xunzhen.

A nice and allegorical name.

Recalling the scene at the time, Ling Xian's mouth showed a slight smile, and said, "Are you looking for truth?"

Seeing Ling Xian still remember his name, Yu Xun Zhenfang was so happy that he hurriedly said, "It's me, boy, you remember."

"That stubborn little girl at the time impressed me so much, how could I forget it?"

Looking at the bright girl in front of her, Ling Xian's eyes flashed with a fascination, and she smiled, "It's just that you are so beautiful now. I didn't think of you for a while."

"Yeah, it's been nine years, and my son can't recognize me, it's normal." Yu Xun's face flushed slightly, and the feeling of loss in his heart quietly dissipated.

After all, she was unkempt at the time, and although she was a beauty embryo, she hadn't grown up after all. Today, she is very famous, and she is all over the country. It is normal for Ling Xian to not recognize her.

His appearance over the past nine years has not changed much. In addition, Yu Xunzhen has imprinted him firmly in his heart, so he recognized him at a glance.

"This is natural. You don't need to say much about what you were then. Compared with you now, it can be said that it is different from cloud and mud.

Ling Xian smiled slightly, looked at the beautiful young girl in front of her, saw her stained with white blood, and frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

At the same time, Yu Xunzhen also saw Ling Xian covered with blood, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The voice sounded and fell at the same time. Then they both froze, looking at each other's embarrassment, smiling at each other.

"It's not like the old people are telling the old story, it's like two refugees are gathered together."

She shook her head with a smile, Ling Xian slowly converged to smile, Shen said, "Is someone trying to kill you?"

"Oh." The fish sighed a long time, and the pretty face couldn't hide the despair.

Seeing this, Ling Xianxiong frowned, and said, "What's going on?"

After hearing the words, Yu Xun really wanted to speak, but suddenly there was a killing word.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your old friends to tell the story. But it doesn't matter. When I send you on the road, you can go down and tell the story."

The words fell, and the three men in black descended from the sky, all of which exudes momentum.

The first person was a middle-aged man with an undisguised contempt on his face.

The same is true of the two young men behind, with pride in their faces, looking at Ling Xian and Yu Xun's true eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

Seeing these three people, Yu Xun's pretty face turned paler, and the despair in his eyes grew stronger.

Seeing this, Ling Xian raised a brow and said, "Is this how many people are chasing you?"

"Hey, it's inaccurate to say that she is ours. I was just cleaning up the portal." The middle-aged man smiled coldly, looking at Yu Zhen's true look fiercely, but it was not that kind of obscene look.

It's like looking at a peerless potion.

Looking at this strange look, Ling Xian became more and more confused, but at the moment, it is obviously not a good opportunity to ask why. Therefore, he waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Before I have no intention of killing, quickly disappear from my eyes."

The words fell, the three of them stunned, and then laughed.

"Haha, I laughed to death, just like you are about to die, dare to talk to Laozi like this?" The middle-aged man laughed loudly, his voice filled with disdain.

The two men were also smiling, with a mocking smile.

Obviously, they saw that Ling Xian was covered with blood, and his breath was weak, so he didn't take it seriously.

"I'm not in a good shape today, but it's enough to kill you." Ling Xian glanced at the three of them, too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

Even if his condition is so bad at the moment, it is easy to kill three monks in the foundation period.

Therefore, he slowly raised his right hand and shot out towards the three.

Suddenly, the horrifying mana such as the big waves rolled up into the sky, instantly hit the middle-aged man and a young man.

The next moment, the two men fell to the ground in Yu Xun's astonished gaze, and the companion's shocked gaze fell on the ground.

This dense forest also quieted down.

Only the voice of the man swallowing saliva remained, echoing gently