The man in the black robe and Long Yuan each sat on the dragon-shaped circle chair. The man’s black robe was exquisite, and the placket and the corner were exquisite. The man in the black robe was thin-skinned, and his lean body had no extra cellulite. A few hairs on his hair were scattered randomly on his forehead, and a few more were scattered and free.

“Master Modi, I hope you can heal the uncle.” Long Yuan’s infinite love in the eyes did not have a usual shelf.

“Hao Xuan’s child is righteous. Just listening to Brother Hao Chen said that the situation was very weird at the time.” Modi raised his eyes, “This makes me puzzled.”

“The situation was really weird at the time, and it puzzled me.” Long Yuan’s deep eyes flowed, and he returned to that dangerous night in confusion.

“No more, take me to take a look at it.” Modi stood up, standing tall and standing tall.

The head of Long Yuan also stood up and led Modi into the inner hall.

Modi’s eyes were attracted by the boy lying on the bed. Suddenly, he saw Long Haoxuan standing on the top of Xuefeng Mountain in Minglun Mountain. The snow was soaring. An intoxicating smile. And standing on the top of another mountain, with a long sword on his back, looking away.

“Brother, don’t let me, be careful!” Long Haoxuan’s words with a smile on her face didn’t fall, and a sprite-like sword hovered beside Modi’s side.

“Get up!” Long sword and long sword handed over in the air, splashing a stream of electric fire. The flowing fire shone, and the two people’s laughter echoed for a long time on the sharp edge of the Minglun Mountain. It was because of Qiping’s swordsmanship, because of the tacit understanding of the confidant, and for the pride of two proud and talented talents.

A long song, a long flute, Xiao Suo, a lonely soul wandering in the distance, my brother is thinking about you here, a drop of tears, overflowing from the left eye, shaking a few times in the dim eyes, falling down, and falling into the million The waterfall raged in the fury.

Modi put his hand on the heart of Long Zhiyun, warmly passed over, lifted Long Zhiyun’s body, and sat down on the bed himself. He took off Long Zhiyuan’s shirt, his lean body, Modi’s eyes glowed with astonishment. How can a boy with such a well-balanced flesh not become a famous swordsman?

“Yeah?” Modi’s eyes stopped moving, a fiery red lotus blooming in full bloom, and the white skin of the dragon’s lotus was like a woman’s white, sleeping dragon set against this strange lotus fire. He has no consciousness in the slightest.

“This …” Modi’s eyes turned to Long Yuan, who stood aside, revealing the smoke-like confusion.

“This was from the moment Zhizhi was born. I always thought it was just an ordinary birthmark.” Long Yuan said, “The doctor has seen it, but he didn’t see any way.”

Modi’s gaze was attracted by this fascinating lotus fire, and his eyes were full of brilliance. With his intuition, he thought that things were not so simple. Looking at Long Zhizhen’s lean body, Modi was lost in thought.

“Looks like I’m powerless. Let my father do it.” Modi smiled bitterly.

“Then there is Lord Lau Mogang.”

“I’m going back to Minglun Mountain with this.” Modi stood up, dressed Long Zhiyun, and looked back at Long Yuan. “If Zhiyi is rescued, I decide to let him later Stay in the paddling mountain. “

“Really?” The wrinkles on Long Yuan’s old face were linked together, and a rare smile appeared.

“Yes.”

Out of the room, Modi, holding the dragon’s puppet, “raised!” The ice sword behind him floated to Modi’s feet. Modi stood in midair and looked at the small courtyard. With the far away Modi, he didn’t want to leave for a long time.

Xanadu-like valley, the quiet valley is like a warm cradle, the blessed land that God loves, and heaven has thrown all the Fuze into this pure land. The clouds floated freely like a urchin rubbing his eyes, and the white birds’ wings cut out long lines in the blue sky.

I don’t know when, suddenly there was such a magnificent palace called Wind Painting Hall. The white lotus-like building was exquisitely built in the valley, the empty valley Youlan, and the blissful land. The bottom of Youyou Valley is not chaotic because of the existence of this palace, but because of the people in the palace, Youyou Valley is more vibrant.

The people in the palace were all women. The woman mercifully rescued the little elk who was bitten by the evil wolf. The withered flower seeds were carefully collected by the loving girls. When the next spring came, a large fire The red mandala clustered around the Wind Painting Hall. The burning and enchanting Manjushahua looked far into a white paper sail in the sea of ​​fire, pure and holy.

Secluded and quiet room, July Saori lay on the jade platform, and a large white woman’s body bloomed in large beads, warm and envious. The fine eyebrows looked at the July sand weaving lying on the jade platform, the gentle and clean Yutai, the hair of July sand weaving was messy, and the foxtail was fluffy and long.

“Is Saori’s injury better?” The July Brahman’s gaze of the woman in white looked at the respectful July silver beam, and the silver beam of July looked down. In July, Brahman white clothes swirled to the ground. The candle light in the room trembled slightly, and the more she floated on the white woman’s face, the more beautiful it became. Below the thin Emei eyebrow is a lush autumn water, and the tall and raised nose bridge highlights the woman’s elegance and nobility. There is no color in the world. Woman with rose.

“Yes, my mother.”

July Brahma turned around, gently held July Saori, removed the thin top, Ming Hao’s forearm and exquisite back came out, and a plain white palm touched the transparent skin. On top of this, the pale red spirits penetrated deep into the skin of July Saori. The July Brahma put the July Saori lightly on the jade platform. Looking at the still-moving July Saori, the loving eyes hang down a ray of light, and the face of July Saori is still faintly sullen. The jade mist, the closed lips were like scared red scallops that would never be opened again. For a few days, July sand was not weaving in their ears, and the Sanskrit sounds in July felt uncomfortable, like nothing.

The slender fingers rubbed on July Saori’s face, warm as jade, and delicate as a thin piece of paper. In July, Brahma took out a purple jade bottle from his arms, poured out a red pill of the size of a longan, and a musk-like scent lingered in the small room.

“Master, these are the only two phoenixes.” Yinjue was a little nervous in July.

“Huofeng Wan is precious, but no matter how precious, it is not as important as Saori’s life.” With no hesitation, July Brahma quickly put Huofeng Wan into July Saori’s mouth, watching July Saori Calm face, “Hopefully can help.”

July Brahma stood up and looked at the July silver beam, “Silver beam, haven’t those pesky people from Beichen Sword School come again?”

“Since the last time Mother Mother shot the men in person, those people have never been there again.”

“I founded the July God of Worship to protect the women in the world from being bullied by men. The women in the July God of God are all orphans I picked up. I also do this to make life better for everyone.”

“All the achievements of the mother, all the sisters are in their eyes. Everyone worships the mother as the virgin.” In the eyes of July Yinshu, she looked at the Brahma in July with worship.

“It was just a matter of mercy based on my conscience and kung fu.” Clouds glowed on the face of July Brahma. “You and Saori are the most gifted children of all the orphans I have kept. I think there are One day, your efforts will surpass me, especially Saori. “The eyes fell on the girl lying on the bed again.” Maybe the people whom God loves, how much talent they will suffer. But Because of this, there will be inexperienced wizards in the world! “

“Yeah, Saori’s talents, those of us who are elder sisters are a long way off from her.” July Yinxun looked sadly at July Saori, “Sister Saori …”

“Are the newly adopted orphans settled?”

“I obeyed my mother’s orders, all arranged and taught swordsmanship. A few girls progressed very quickly.”

“They are the future of the July gods. And you, Saori.”

“Master, don’t be too sad for Saori’s sister. The Ji people have their own sky signs!”

In July, Brahma looked at the soft spring light outside the window, “I hope God bless my poor child.”

The two dusty women looked at July Saori, who was lying on the jade platform, with pink eyelids closed, and seemed to open next moment.

The sand on the hourglass slowly dripped from the tiny holes. The old man strolled leisurely and looked at the world with a smile. A clear line in the stream of traffic and the stream was clear in his heart. Li Wang, bustling, all go for the benefit. How many people in the world can the lonely moonlit stars see through the complicated world? Nothing is more affectionate in the world than the waiting of loved ones, like the plain ink and wash of words at a glance, so real.