Way of Choices

The Southern Mission came to Kyoto as a guest. It should not be a matter of reason to ask questions, but the woman with a white veil knows the teachers and students of the 13th Division of the Qing Dynasty, and is also old knowledge of Xu Shiji. See inside the hall The atmosphere was strange, so I asked.

Most of the people in the hall have participated in the first night of the Ivy Feast. Where would you not recognize this little girl who made the Sky Hague a waste person? Listening to the guests asking, someone said: "She is a student of the National College of Education, I don't know why Come late."

Hearing this sentence, the woman from the Virgin Peak grunted, seemingly surprised. The three young men with swords on their knees looked up at the same time, looking down, and their eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like It's a sword out of the sheath.

Far away in the south, people also know that the National College of Education has long been abandoned. Some time ago, on the road, they heard what happened on the first night of the Qingteng Banquet, only to realize that there were two more freshmen in the National College of Education this year. A genius?

The three young men from Lishan are the three of the rumored Seven Kingdoms. In their view, defeating Tian Haiyaer is naturally nothing, but this little girl is so powerful at this age, it is really worth it Value.

Gou Hanshi also looked up and took a look, but he just smiled mildly, and didn't seem to care too much.

Luoluo ignored the eyes of the three young men who had left the mountain. The Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God were naturally remarkable. Her spirit at this time was on Gou Hanshi. She felt very clear that this person was really not simple, he was not his Opponent, sir? Can you beat him?

The room was quiet for a while, and she looked a little dazzling when she stood in the hall.

Xu Shiji said indifferently: "Since it's late, it's rude, so don't hurry up and let the guests read the joke!"

Listening to these unspoken words, Chen Liuwang stunned slightly, and then laughed, thinking that Xu Shiji had not yet guessed the identity of the little girl. It seems that the Queen Mother’s trust in him is also limited. Far worse than Xue Xingchuan.

Chen Liuwang looked to the dean of the Taoist Academy, Mao Qiuyu. At this time, it was the two of them who knew the real identity of the court. They saw Mao Qiuyu looked solemn as if he didn't know anything. Suddenly his heart moved slightly and turned to look at Bishop Meilisha, only to see that the bishop's adult slightly closed his eyes and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

"The old people are really suffocating..."

Chen Liuwang sighed. He knew that the bishop had no secrets, but he was afraid that he would have guessed his identity.

Luoluo glanced at Xu Shiji. If someone else dared to blame herself like this, why would she be willing to give up? Don’t look at her being nice and cute in front of Chen Changsheng. She was so cruel. Didn’t even see Pingguo Princess?

But tonight's special situation, her hand clasped the kit in her sleeve, thinking of Chen Changsheng's previous confession, taking a deep breath, suppressing all her anger, and not talking to Xu Shiji, directly to the corner of the National College of Education Walked to the location.

At this moment, the sound of ritual music and curtains flicked, and surrounded by more than ten eunuchs, a woman in a gorgeous palace slowly walked into the hall.

It was Mo Yu girl.

Although she had great power in the Great Zhou Dynasty, she did not have a clear identity. After all, she would be more low-key, but at this time it was in the front hall of the palace. Everyone knows that she represents the Queen Mother. Sitting quietly in the banquet, they got up to meet each other.

Hundreds of people in the hall stood up one after another, and the big men of the Southern Mission were no exception. Under the light of the night pearl, they looked like waves.

Two people did not get up.

One is Mei Lisha, bishop of the Jiaoshu Office. The old man closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips, as if he had really fallen asleep.

One was a drop in the corner. She looked directly at Mo Yu's face quietly, looking a little rude.

Standing up in the field, but two people have not risen, naturally very eye-catching, everyone looked over,

Xu Shiji's face was even more gloomy. Although he clearly knew that the little girl named Luoluo had an extraordinary origin, but tonight the southern mission came to raise relatives, he had to make sure everything was under control, so he deliberately rebuked her a few words before and thought Look ahead for any variables.

At this point the variables seem to be coming.

The identity of the bishop is different. He can't express his anger, so naturally he only targets the remaining one.

He looked coldly at the position of the National College of Education in the corner.

As he had the same idea, no one dared to look directly at the Bishop Master sitting above. All eyes were on the corner and on the body.

Luo Luoli didn't pay attention to these eyes. She stared at Mo Yu, her eyes calm, her expression serious, and she was full of warning.

Everyone was in a slight mood, not knowing what would happen next.

Xu Shiji was preparing for Shen Sheng to reprimand two words, and a clear voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"It's all right."

Mo Yu said with a smile, his arms stretched out flat, his sleeves wide and slightly sagged, and he begged everyone to sit down.

This sentence seems to be said to everyone, to Xu Shiji, showing her broad-mindedness.

Only Luoluo knew that she said this to herself.

She promised Luoluo that Chen Changsheng would be fine.

Luoluo knew that Mo Yu would not lie, especially at this moment, she already knew what Mo Yu had done and issued a warning.

Her mood relaxed, but she did not relax.

She sat in the corner, watching Mo Yu quietly, her eyes fixed for a moment.

Just like a tiger lurking in the forest, he is watching the prey quietly, and may jump out at any time and tear the other side into pieces.

Mo Yu felt the gaze from the far corner, raised her eyebrows slightly, and had some surprises. Like the princess of Peace Country, she thought that the so-called Guojiao Academy was studying, but she was too boring to stay in Baicao Garden, and ordinary people Play mini games.

Even if there is some friendship between her and Chen Changsheng, it should not be taken seriously to this extent.

Mo Yu can feel her gaze, there are many masters in the hall, naturally noticed.

Especially the people around the National College of Education suddenly felt a bit cold.

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...

Chen Changsheng thought he was dead, but not dead.

The black dragon stopped in the air in front of him and did not move forward.

The two are separated by more than ten feet, because the black dragon is too large, this distance is very close, he can even see the wind and snow accumulated at the root of the dragon tooth. The black dragon is breathing slowly and long, and an endless number of cold winds roars, and countless snow particles and frost pieces tumble and flutter in the wind.

Chen Changsheng felt that he was standing outside the snowy old city in the far north.

It was not his courage or the words he said before he died that made the Black Dragon stop slowly, but the short sword in his hand.

That short sword that looks ordinary.

Looking at the short sword in his hand, the depths of Black Dragon's eyes seemed to be lit by countless stars one after another, and then went out again.

Every star is an emotion.

Stunned.

Puzzled.

Shock.

disturbed.

Resentful.

leave.

Meet.

kind.

alert.

anger.

Magnificent.

Indifferent.

Can't calm down.

Want to forget.

hard to forget.

Disappointed.

despair.

hope.

Still hope.

...

...

Numerous complex emotions appeared in the black dragon's cold and cruel eyes.

As a human being, it is difficult to understand why an instant look can accommodate so many emotions.

Chen Changsheng couldn't understand it. He was covered in snow and snow, holding the sword tightly, looking at the black dragon, silent.

Heilong looked at him quietly for a long time.

Suddenly, the black dragon screamed!

The cold wind roared, and the snow and ice accumulated on the far wall of the underground space fell, and the frost and snow on the surface of the Silver Sea flew indefinitely.

The low growl was a word, because it had a specific meaning.

The low growl was more like a pure voice, because that was the voice, and it was a monosyllable.

A very short voice is extremely complicated.

Like a hurricane, it seems violent and monotonous, but there are countless turbulences and countless directions in it.

This is the dragon language.

Dragon's language has disappeared in the human world for thousands of years, and even tens of thousands of years.

Today, or no one has heard the Dragon Language, as long as the people who speak the Dragon Language... don't know where to find it.

The dragon is the most advanced life in the world, with the most perfect body and soul. Only when its extremely strong and complicated biological structure is combined with the extremely powerful spirit consciousness can it communicate in this unimaginable way.

The simplest are the most complex and the highest.

"Is this the legendary dragon language?"

Chen Changsheng was shocked.

Even if he was not trapped by the wind and snow, he would be stiff at this time.

Because he was really shocked.

His shock is different from the shock of anyone in this world after hearing Long Yin, or that his shock is one more level.

He had heard this voice.

In the old temple in Xining Town, he and his brothers saw the three thousand Dao Zang, and the last volume had the word 1,601. It is said that there was a final meaning of heaven and earth. They didn’t know the words on the volume, so they asked the master. The master said He doesn't know either, but he...can read.

So he and his brother began to learn to read those words.

I don't know its meaning, but its sound.

He never knew what the weird words were.

Until many years later in the grounds of the Great Palace, before a huge black dragon, he finally knew.

That's dragon language.

It turned out that the last volume of the three thousand volumes of Dadao was written in Dragon language.

be quiet.

Quiet for a long time.

Heilong looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, as if waiting for something.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what it was waiting for, so there was only silence.

There are countless stars in Heilong's eyes again bright one after another, and then extinguished.

It was silent for a moment, then whispered.

This whistle is really low, there is no cold wind, but there is a sense of silence.

Chen Changsheng's eyelashes fell.

His hair bun was blown away, his black hair drifted behind him, and then fell.

His clothes were blown through and then fell.

Long Xiao was low, and his anger was ultimately disappointment, then despair.

Chen Changsheng knew he was going to die again-this nickname is not ridiculous, it is sad.

Black Dragon seemed to have hope for him before, so he lived a little longer.

But now those hopes are gone.

Chen Changsheng was suddenly sad, not because there was no hope, not because of himself.

Somehow, listening to the black dragon's low roar, he was sad to speak.

He seemed to have seen countless years, infinite loneliness.

Underground darkness, deception and concealment, hard work and despair.

He has also experienced those.

The shadow of death, like a dark night, tortured him for years, all the time.

He has no one to say, nowhere to speak, and awaits the final trial alone.

He suddenly wanted to comfort this black dragon.

He didn't know what to say, but he felt he should say something at this time.

So he said a word to the black dragon.

He didn't know what the word meant.

That was the first word he learned in the final volume of the three thousand Avenue.

It's a single-syllable word with a very strange pronunciation.

The fragments seem to contain endless information.

Hearing this word, countless violent rays suddenly appeared in the eyes of Black Dragon!

The whole world is quiet.

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