He looked at the old camphor tree that blocked the sky and sun, and reached out to gently touch the trunk. The old camphor tree responded with a slight vibration, and dropped a few leaves as usual, falling quietly on Li Xi'an's shoulders like a golden cloak.
"Old friend, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you in this last period of time." Li Xi'an took the leaf from his shoulder, relaxed his fingertips, and let the mountain breeze take it away.
The golden oval camphor leaves are carried away by the wind, like a wooden boat floating in mid-air.
Finally, the leaves fell on the lake, and ripples spread.
"The shadows of Kyushu, dirty things." Li Xi'an smiled bitterly, "Yeah, why are those things missing at this time? It's just that they have never appeared so openly. Do you think Kyushu is really at the end of its rope and about to fall?"
"You want to leave Taihang?" A childish voice sounded from behind.
Myolie Chu stood there, showing her little fangs full of power, her eyes full of warning.
"I advise you never to leave Taihang Mountain. If you leave Taihang Mountain, you will lose the protection of the ancient trees. Those things have been spying on you for a long time. As soon as you step out of Taihang Mountain, the shadow of death will swallow you up!"
Myolie Chu's posture was very strong, and she knew that it was difficult to change Chijiao's decision. But fortunately, there was no need to rush to change his mind now, and it would be easy for Myolie Chu to keep him.
"Hey! Jiaolong, do you hear me! Don't take a step out of Taihang, it's best not to even leave this island in the middle of the lake!" Chu Xing'er showed her ferocious tiger fangs again as a warning.
This is the method that Qing Yan once taught her. It is simple and easy to use. Although she couldn’t use it for a long time, now she, Chu Xing’er, finally remembered this unique killing move and used it to deter the dragon!
But she heard a chuckle.
At this time, Chi Jiao's laughter was not as hearty as before. The current laughter was more like an old grandfather who was made fun of by his younger generation. He was kind and gentle, full of the broad-mindedness of an elder. Chu Xing'er's face changed as soon as she heard this.
, said angrily: "Amitabha, Jiaolong, what do you mean? Do you look down on poor monks?"
"You have known these things for a long time, filthy." Li Xi'an said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, Myolie Chu was stunned, and she said in a low voice: "So what, it's useless for you to know these things like this, it will add trouble, it's better to live in retirement with peace of mind."
After saying that, she regretted it. Doesn't this mean that you are a waste now, and there is no point in thinking about it? So she quickly raised her eyes to look at Li Xi'an secretly, as if she was afraid that he would be angry. Looking at Li Xi'an's expression,
She breathed a sigh of relief. There was no change in her wrinkled face, and the position of the wrinkles did not change. The mind of Jiaolong was the mind of Jiaolong! She admired in her heart.
"Actually..." Chu Xing'er wanted to explain.
That's not what she meant.
But then she thought about it, and it seemed that the monkey said much more than she did. The communication between the dragon and the monkey was completely normal. She didn't seem to have to worry about the dragon being angry with her.
"Do you like the orb?" Li Xi'an suddenly asked.
"Ah? Orb? Oh oh oh! I like it, it's so beautiful! I was about to ask you where you got it, but you ran away before I could."
"That is actually the dragon ball of a dragon, an ancestor dragon."
"What? What did you say? Amitabha, sin, sin, sin!" Chu Xing'er was shocked, lowered her head and recited the Buddha's name quickly, but there was no sense of piety on her face. She only heard her say the next moment: "The dragon benefactor killed himself, and then
A dragon ball broke out of the body and came to the hand of the poor monk. This is fate. The poor monk should give the object a hundred thousand cares. How good! How good!"
"Then what? Chijiao, what do you mean, you want to take it back? If I don't let you out, you will take back the gift? This can't be done, how can it be like this? It can't be done!" Chu Xing'er's head shook like a rattle.
, two braids are thrown into a oscillating fan.
Li Xi'an shook his head, "Actually, I want to ask you, if you are satisfied with this gift, what should Qing Yan give you if he comes back?"
"Sister Qingyan?" Chu Xing'er was stunned for a moment and didn't ask anything else. She raised her eyes and really started to think seriously. In her opinion, as long as Li Xi'an doesn't bring up Taixing, it doesn't matter no matter how hard she goes.
It's really lifeless. All the kings are bathed in blood, no one can guarantee Li Xi'an's safety, and even the king himself will make mistakes when facing filth.
The girl was thinking seriously, and the old man stood under the tree, quietly watching her think, write and draw, and scratch her ears and cheeks.
After a long time, Myolie Chu jumped up and slapped her hands, "I thought of it!"
Li Xi'an smiled, "What did you think of?"
"The things you give to Sister Qingyan can't be worse than mine, so how about giving me an ancestor's spirit? Doesn't Sister Qingyan drive a ghost? If you give me a ghost of the ancestors, Sister Qingyan will definitely be very happy.
!" Chu Xing'er put her hands on her hips and secretly thought that she was really smart.
"The spirit of the ancestors." Li Xi'an pondered and looked to one side, "Qing Yan, what do you think?"
Myolie Chu was dumbfounded and turned her head stiffly.
I saw a very familiar figure.
When she was waiting for a clear view, her almond-shaped eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened, as if she was frightened, and she couldn't speak clearly.
"Qing...Sister Qingyan?"
The tall woman stood there quietly, her white high ponytail flying, as if it was bringing wind and snow. Even her eyebrows were cold, biting. Layers of dark half armor were attached to her right arm, right
The shoulders extend from the plump body to form a skirt. The other side is a loose white robe, embroidered with a roaring tiger.
She stared at Li Xi'an, her voice trembling with anger.
"You are such a...bastard!"
…………
When she tried her best to catch up, fight, and find her own way in the wind and snow, and then watched quietly as the snow covered her path.
All the time, all the time.
Now she wears the crown for herself. No matter how difficult it is for Kyushu, she is finally able to stand side by side with him. She returned full of joy, but she saw the old and dying dragon.
The Cang Ming Sword can kill all enemies, is it possible to save time?
Can you! Ah! Tell me! Can you!
Green flames suddenly jumped out, and almost at the same moment, the ancient golden trees shook, a huge roar swept across the entire island in the middle of the lake, and the lake surface was turbulent and rolling!
When Myolie Chu realized what she was doing, her hair stood on end. The red dragon now was different from the past, and the wind of this punch could kill him directly!
"Boom——!"
The forest leaves are rustling, and the golden leaves are like rain. In the rain are old friends looking at each other.
She choked Li Xi'an and smashed it against the tree trunk. The terrible movement was her fist hitting the ancient tree, and her fist hitting Li Xi'an's head.
Qingyan looked at her king.
That is no longer king.
He was an old man who came and went in a hurry, an old man with no spirit in his body.
The only thing that remained unchanged was the look in the other person's eyes. Qing Yan peered into the depths of his pupils. Deep in the blackness of annihilation, there was still the golden fire remaining.