Chapter 23: Confidant has nothing to do with life or death
"Brother Yan, you and I once drifted on the vast sea together, rowing boats to chase the moon, singing and dancing with swords. We talked all night long about the heroic passion of life, and opened our arms to the rising sun. We looked at the setting sun from a distance like burning embers.
Falling into the sea, lamenting the shortness and helplessness of life, my clothes were wet with tears..."
Just like a woman in the water staring at the long sword and talking softly, her voice is also like the gurgling melting spring snow, with a slight warmth in the coolness.
Yan Chinglang couldn't help but reveal a smile: "That was the most unforgettable day for the Sa family."
"In the end, you and I were relieved."
"Because you told Sajia that the setting sun is also the rising sun of the next day."
"On the journey of seeking the truth, you will no longer be alone." Ning Kongyu raised his head, his face near the water seemed to be enveloped in misty mist, "Brother Yan, no matter when and where you are, you are Kong Yu's only confidant in his life.
Come to think of it, Brother Yan is the same."
"Kong Yu, of course you are from the Sa family -" Yan Zhonglang Hu's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said in a solemn voice, "Bosom friend." After all, he could not replace the Yu Clan sword cultivator deep in Ning Kong Yu's heart. He also
I once looked for him out of anger, but since that person had a discussion with Pei Changhuan on the Yangtze River, he disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no trace of him for more than ten years.
"Kong Yu, Yaoxia's incident..."
"Brother Yan, you mercilessly killed Junior Sister Yao Xia that day. You must have known in your heart that with Kong Yu's temperament, you wouldn't mind this matter, otherwise you would never attack her."
Yan Jinglang sighed: "Kong Yu, you really know how to spread your family."
Ning Kongyu smiled: "Everyone has a life and must die. If you want to kill people, you will naturally be killed by others. It couldn't be more fair. Yao Xia is like this, Kong Yu is like this, and Brother Yan is like this, so why bother?
Where are you pregnant?"
These words she said were extremely cold and cold, but Zhang Dongxu and others were not surprised. As a contemporary saint of Lingxi Zhai, Ning Kongyu specializes in the ruthless swordsmanship. Even if her fellow disciples of Lingxi Zhai die in front of her eyes, she may not
I will frown.
This is Ning Kongyu's original intention and her path. Therefore, even though she has a good personal relationship with Yan Chulang, the Taoist Yuzhen Society can still safely arrange for her to join the siege.
Who among those who are in the realm of harmony can go against their true conscience? Even Pei Changhuan, the prodigy of the demon sect, had to fight to the death with his friend Lu Ji.
Yan Chinglang gave a wry smile, and then said with a proud expression: "With a confidante like Kongyu, the Sa family will have no regrets in life. If you want to kill the Sa family, the Sa family will never complain at all."
"Brother Yan, what is a close friend? We can help each other and forget about each other. I can understand what you do. You can also understand what I do. There will be no resentment and no need to regret." Ning Kongyu slowly raised his head.
With a flick of the long sword, the sharp and ruthless sword energy shot straight into the sky, roaring towards Yan Qinglang.
Yan Chinglang's body remained motionless, without dodge, and his eyes always stayed on Ning Kongyu's unparalleled beauty.
The sword energy passed by Yan Zhonglang's temples, and a section of hair floated down leisurely, landed on the river, and was instantly swept away by the flowing water.
"Brother Yan does things cheerfully and is a free and uninhibited person. Kong Yu has an indifferent temperament and is a ruthless swordsman. No matter you kill me or I kill you, the friendship between close friends will not be reduced by one point.
." Ning Kongyu silently pointed his long sword at Yan Chonglang, and thousands of sharp sword lights emerged from the river, sparkling and twinkling.
"Okay!" Yan Qinglang was silent for a while, took a deep look at Ning Kongyu, raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, his huge and domineering mental power rushing in all directions like a frenzy, "There are still a few shrunk eggs hiding, all of them get lost to Sajia."
Come out!"
A violent wave of air swept past, shaking the earth and mountains, overturning rivers and trees, and countless mud, rocks, grass and leaves splashed out like fountains. Under the influence of the air, three figures were forcefully forced out.
All the woods to the north were toppled, leaving only a tall and bare ancient locust tree standing alone. Wu Fengzi, the headmaster of Gu Shen Sect, with white hair as white as snow, stood firmly on the branch. His face was rosy and plump, and his body was as straight as a spear.
The left hand is held up empty, like a bow, and the right arm is opened like a full moon, as if pulling an invisible string, aiming at Yan Chunlang from a distance.
Bing Fengzi, who died in the wilderness that day, was his only nephew.
"You're such a bear! I've always been here. You can't see it with your fucking dog eyes, and you're still barking!" On the mountain to the south, rocks rolled down, vaguely revealing the outline of a towering giant.
. His voice was like a falling stone, he was about a hundred feet tall, his limbs were as thick as giant pillars holding up the sky, and he seemed to have turned into a mountain. A pair of radiant copper bell eyes protruded from the rock wall, glaring angrily. He was none other than the Supreme Being of the Infinite Pure Land.
Elder Jiumeng.
The third man seemed to have fallen out of the void. He had a clear face and strange eyes, and his auricles overlapped one another, as if there were many layers of small ears, and they were connected layer by layer. He was wearing Bagua clothes and had cloud patterns on his feet.
A halo similar to a turtle shell appeared behind his head, with dozens of black dots and white dots flickering. After a few more glances, he felt that it was indescribable, as if the profound truth contained in it.
When Yan Chinglang caught a glimpse of this person, his eyes couldn't help but condense slightly.
Among the ten great sects of the Jin Dynasty, Guigu is the most mysterious sect. The mountain sect wanders uncertainly and is located in the body of a terrifying void ghost. Guigu is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and medicine.
Various miscellaneous martial arts such as divination, stars, and martial arts are known as the preachers of hundreds of arts. The six masters of Zhulin, who were famous in the Jin Dynasty, all came out of this sect.
Every headmaster of Guigu is called Guiguzi. It is said that he never reveals his real name because he is too knowledgeable about the mysteries of the world and to avoid being jealous.
This person is undoubtedly the most powerful enemy second only to Kong Mingzi.
"I have met fellow Taoist Yan. In fact, what fellow Taoist said is right. Poor Taoist people have always been timid and cherish their lives. They hide whenever they can. How could they dare to show up easily under the power of fellow Taoist Yan?" Gui Guzi treated Yan Chulang calmly.
He bowed and smiled politely, "But Taoist friend Yan, do you know why we know your whereabouts?" As he spoke, his figure gradually faded away, seeming to disappear into the void again, making it difficult to trace. p>
"Hey -" Yan Chinglang tore off a belt, tied Huiyuan behind his back, and turned a deaf ear to Guiguzi's disturbing words. Even if his embittered brother betrayed him, it would be meaningless to blame others.
He took off the wine gourd, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The vast sea of consciousness reflected Kong Mingzi, Gui Guzi, Zhang Dongxu, Bai Wuxia, the Five Elements Master, Ning Kongyu, Wu Fengzi, and Jiu Meng. The position of the master of Hedao.
The eight people are each distributed in the positions of Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen and Dui, forming a Taoist Bagua formation, faintly integrated into one. It not only increases the combat power of the eight people, but also supports each other according to the formation, which is absolutely perfect. Don't give him every chance to defeat you.
Since he ran away from home at the age of seven and escaped from his concubine's murderous hands, he has been involved in thousands of battles. This battle is considered the most dangerous, with no chance of survival.
But why did he, Yan Qinglang, have any fear?
Strong wine entered his throat, and blood rushed through his body like burning magma, boiling as if it was about to burn. He put the wine gourd far away and sang loudly: "The mountains and seas are so heavy, and they have passed through the wind and rain of the eight wastes. I have a strong heart to fight and dance, and I am frightened at night. Go ahead and sing at dawn, dare to go against the odds!
Don’t ask why your proud bones should be broken. Just raise your head and your blood will be hot. Drink the snow and play the flute to shine on the clear river. Paint the sky generously and smile for thousands of years!"
Amid laughter, Yan Chinglang leaned down and rushed down, taking the initiative to take the offensive and striking out with a brazen punch.
The world was turbulent, the air waves were rolling and roaring, and the powerful fist power enveloped the eight people in an instant.
If you enjoy life to the fullest, why should you fear death?