The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

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When Yin Yue came down from the stage, the deacon of the Qingjian Swordsman forgot to announce the victory and defeat. Bao Puzong forgot to go to the stage to help others, and the disciples of Yan Yashan also forgot to cheer.

The summer breeze blew through the banyan tree, close to the lush foliage on the side of the ring, and it was ravaged by the fire and the ice, and finally fell in the wind.

The frost is gone, and there is a shallow water mooring on the stage, and the dead leaves float on it. It’s like a sudden fall of autumn rain, washing away the heat of the summer, bringing the chill of the chill to the world.

The deacon disciple stunned back and shouted, "The end of the game! The end of the mountain is more than the victory!"

It's like a signal. Not only the disciples of Yan Yashan, but many people under the stage, they waved their swords in cheers, and the voice spread far and wide, and the Yecheng people in the distance followed suit.

Bao Puzong’s disciple pounced on the stage, and one left and one right will help the pale face.

Duan Chongxuan laughed loudly. "Four brothers, I will give you tea and pour the sword in the future. It will depend on you to cover me!"

This is naturally a joke. The disciples of the Yashan Mountain laughed and they all turned to Yin Yue.

Only Luo Mingchuan still frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Can there be an injury?"

He asked this question, and all the talents remembered it. This one was so beautiful that they forgot that the more sturdy swords that Yin had just faced, and they were worried at this time.

Yin Yin shook his head, "No."

Luo Mingchuan looked at him carefully and finally relaxed. "Go back to rest."

The disciple of Yan Yashan spontaneously gave way to let Luo Mingchuan accompany him to return to Qiuhu.

Duan Chongxuan originally wanted to go all the way, but he looked up and looked at it, faintly visible more than ten feet outside a colorful skirt umbrella.

I knew that having my own way was also a problem for my brothers, so I had to be two people. "Goodbye at the autumn lake, and the four brothers should rest well."

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Yin went to Yecheng.

As soon as they left, the two big men in the east side of the stand began to leave. The elders on the stage were busy getting up and re-arranging the seats; the disciples of the Qingjian sword sent up to clean up the water on the platform; The people there have already gone halfway, and it is said that they are carrying the medical repairs to the Kongkong Temple.

Zhong Shan and Song Yu did not know when they left.

The fight is still going on, but there are a lot less people on the side of the ring.

Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan walked in Yecheng.

Today, the heat, the sun is hot, the light of the bluestone plate can be seen.

The long street was empty, and there were no human voices, as if the whole city had fallen into a deep nap.

Only Xia Wei’s tireless tweet.

In the hot summer days, Luo Mingchuan felt the chill of the silky, overflowing from Yin Yin.

From Yanya Mountain to Yecheng, on this road, Luo Mingchuan has long discovered that he usually has a low body temperature and is still at night.

Duan Chongxuan also joked and said, "Walking next to the four divisions is very cool, and it is cooler than the fireballs."

Because Yin Yin has been tempering the sword at the edge of the Huanfeng Peak for a long time, the body dyed into the body.

This is not unusual, and the martial arts practice and spiritual talents of the spiritual repair will slightly change the physique of the monk.

But now, the more the Yin Yi has just urged the sword out of the cold, the chill is so strong that it is not normal.

So Luo Mingchuan stopped and looked at the boy’s face and asked seriously.

"Teacher, are you not feeling uncomfortable?"

Yin Yin is more silent.

He did not expect Luo Mingchuan to be so keen, clearly that he has controlled his breathing and pace to the same level.

He did not get hurt, but after all, he was fighting across the border. The ‘stepping mountain river’ drastically consumed God’s knowledge and power, and the last sword was full of real elements...

The spirit of the whole battle was highly concentrated. At this time, I suddenly relaxed, and I felt the chill of the bones in the veins.

It is the meaning of the cold water sword.

In the past, this kind of small problem that is not enough to worry about can only be solved by running the real yuan for one day.

But he doesn't have real yuan now, and he has no strength. When asked by Luo Mingchuan, I felt a burst of exhaustion.

I am too lazy to go two steps, do you drag me back into it?

...hehe, this is too shameful.

Yin Yin licked his lips, "Nothing, let's go."

Luo Mingchuan did not move, and his face showed a few sly looks.

"In fact, this is the case... I have been standing in the hot sun for a long time. It may have been dyed with heat, and now I am dizzy... Can the younger brother be willing to help me?"

I was embarrassed and smiled.

Yin Yi seems to see the picture of him and Luo Mingchuan climbing back to Qiuhu.

Luo brother!

You really didn't tease me! Why is heat stroke in a broken situation? !

If you change someone to say this, Yin Yin will not kill him.

But the whole world knows that Luo Mingchuan is a gentleman and never lie.

Yin Yi has already begun to think about it. Is it because the other side has practiced a special practice and can’t take the sun for a long time? ......

He looked at the long, hot summer street and found that he didn't even say that he was a dog.

So he nodded as a dead, "Good!"

Help to help!

We both help each other and climb back to Qiuhu!

...but such a shameful thing must not let the third person know.

Yin Yi went closer and took two steps, reaching out and holding the right arm of Luo Mingchuan. The person being helped leaned down to him.

Unfamiliar and warm breath rushed to the surface.

Although all the way to get along, there is no repelling that is uncomfortable at first three feet.

However, the distance such as this has never been seen before, and Yin Yue still feels uncomfortable.

I saw the sincere gratitude of Luo Mingchuan’s expression. "It’s troublesome."

"……No trouble."

After two steps, the difficulties in the anticipation did not appear, but the sooner Yin Yin soon discovered...

Sure enough, people who are suffering from heat strokes are really warm! ~\\(≧▽≦)/~

The chill on his body is oozing from the bone meridians, and the hot sun is hot and can't be dispelled.

But it is obviously different to support Luo Mingchuan.

The skin of Luo Mingchuan seems to be flowing with a thin layer of real elements, warm and dry, and passed through the robes to him.

The damp chill is scattered, and every inch of bones is like a warm sun.

This is... heatstroke is so serious that it’s really alive? Will not faint?

Yin Yi has already had the strength to bring people closer, and step by step to Qiuhu.

The humming sound rang through the long street, and the breeze shook the tree shadow.

Yecheng in the midsummer, two young people wearing white robes, helping each other through the narrow streets.

The lanterns on the high gates of the high gates are gently shaken in the wind. After the thousands of buildings, it is a sparkling lake.

At this moment, they all thought that they were relying on each other.

******

"The Juggernaut disciple Yin Yin won the fifth ‘Bao Pu seven sons’ at the Folding Party.”

The news spread to every corner of Yecheng as quickly as possible, and to the south, to the whole world.

Every detail of that battle was passed down. How to fight the sword on both sides, how to make a wave of twists and turns, how dangerous, the wine cellar in every teahouse in the Southland, can let the guests feel the immersive experience.

But people with rich combat experience still have questions.

‘Take the mountain river’ to ‘上青云’, ‘Baopu gossip’ to ‘cold water’, this is a response that is indiscriminate, and where is the realm high, why should Yin Yin win?

Just a sword?

His realm is limited, can he really display the perfect sword with a dead branch?

So Yin Yin’s position as the sword went beyond the attention.

A kind of speculation came out, and the cold water sword and sword were defeated by the enemy, not suppressed, but cracked.

He cracked the gossip sword.

"A ridiculous! Eight hundred swords change thousands of times, the old man learned a hundred swords can not say proficient, a lifetime can not be solved after less than 20 years?!"

The elders of Bao Puzong heard this and immediately thundered.

The bed is pale.

He was originally the Folding Party, and Bao Puzong was the most promising person to win.

But he was not lucky, and he met Yin Yue in the first round.

There are still precious stones in the wounds of the flesh and bones. How can the cracks in the heart be saved?

But he is one of the ‘Baopu Seven Sons’, and the departure of the Eight Diagrams Swordsman, if he is not there, how does the sword formation become a trend?

For Bao Puzong, this problem is more important than his injury.

For his heart and soul, the sword array can be formed, and what Bao Zong always has to do.

The elder engraved a jade slip, and after it became simple, it immediately turned into a streamer and flew to the western cross-country.

"Is it really impossible for me to send someone?"

******

In the next few days, the Folding Festival, the Buddhist Temples of the Emperor Temple and the Xingshan Temple became more and more. The Buddhism’s big handprints and King Kong’s unbroken bodies were indeed amazing. In the Zongzongli, it was called the younger generation’s first spiritual devotion. The fallen field of the people, the display of dead wood and spring, and the brothers and sisters of the Qing Dynasty swordsman Zhongshan, the feathers of the feathers that make the hand shine; even a small disciple of Donglu, who is not known, has sprung up. Be the second to cross the border and win the winner...

In the first round of the Folding Club, many young people showed amazing talent and practice.

But no one is more exciting than Yin Yin.

Therefore, the next battle of the Juggernaut's disciple becomes extraordinarily attractive.

At the end of the first round, one hundred and sixty-two people will advance to the next round and will be divided into eighty-one groups.

This time, the number is drawn by eighty-one. The Yin Yue three people no longer have to go to the lottery, just wait for themselves to be drawn.

Yin Yi has been in the room for a few days before. After a battle with He, he had a lot of feelings, so he closed his door and carefully combed it. Sitting on the camera, the threshold of breaking the barrier is clearer.

On this day, the lottery results came out.

He pushed open the door and saw that he was about to go out.

"The four brothers are going to the shadow wall to see the results of the draw?"

Yin Yin nodded.

The words smirked, "There is a place where the news is faster, why bother to ask for it?"

Yin Yue knows more, this is to invite yourself to visit the flower building again, ah no, the tea house.

According to the lively folk customs in Yecheng, the news of the restaurant is indeed the fastest.

He looked across the closed door of Luo Mingchuan, and he didn't know if the person was in the house or had already gone out.

That day he helped Luo Mingchuan back and sent it into the house to make sure that people were fine before they left, so there should be no problem.

Yin Yiyue did not understand the words, why dare to go to the streets. Before he knew it, he made a trip to the streets every time he went shopping.

When they walked out of the autumn lake, passed through the mansion of the city's south, and walked on the main street of Yecheng, when the eyes of several girls looked back, they sighed.

"I was blocked at the gate of the city two days ago, so I said, ‘I’m already in the heart, I love one person, this life is not her.’... This is really useful.”

Yin Yin is more and more ridiculous, no wonder, the original road of your play has been transformed from a golden bachelor into a big infatuated man.

It was still the Taihe Building that day. When it was not the most lively after the night, the hall was still full.

Yin Yiyue and the two went to the second floor.

He didn't know that his current reputation was not weaker than words. Many people noticed him when he went to the building.

There is no sneak peek at the monks, because of jealousy, there is no ignorance of his eyes, because of fear.

The next moment, in the tea house of Yanteng, suddenly the needle was stunned.

There was a splash of landscape robes in front of his eyes.

They have to go upstairs and the other side is going to go down.

The stairs are wide and the three are parallel.

But the other party obviously does not mean to go wrong.

Yin Yin looked up.

Compared to his face, he first saw his sword first.

Wind and rain swords.

Zhongshan.