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    Mo Ran skimmed over the tide of corpses, went straight to the foot of the mountain, and out of the enchantment, his eyes immediately fell on Nangong Si.

    At this time, Nangong Si's restraint had been released, and Ye Wangxi knelt on one knee, bandaging his wound.  Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, had cold eyes, and sat quietly on the ground between Jiangdong Hall and Nangong Si, with a harp in front of her, lightly moving her fingertips, and the sound of running water.

    You must know that Mei Hanxue is the elder brother in charge of the Kunlun Snow Palace, and it is said that this person is elusive, his movements are extremely treacherous, and his ways often change.  effort.

    ?Thanks to him, although the group of Jiangdong Hall wished to cut Nangong Si alive, they still had no choice but to sit obediently on the stone next to them and stare blankly.

    Seeing that the ink was burning down, Mei Hanxue's piano sound stopped abruptly, she closed the piano, stood up, and nodded slightly.

    One school of style is extremely dignified and upright.

    "How is it on the mountain?"

    Mo Ran said: "It's all fake."

    "Fake?" Mei Hanxue frowned slightly. The people in Jiangdongtang heard it and surrounded them one after another. Huang Xiaoyue was still lying in the pavilion next to him, asking a few disciples to beat his legs and rub his shoulders, making a breath  Dying and weak, but hearing the words, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes and prick up his ears to listen.

    Mo Ran said: "Xu Shuanglin is not on this mountain, I am afraid it is on Jiaoshan. I¡ª"

    Before he finished speaking, Nan Gongsi was already pale, staring at Mo Ran suddenly: "Xu Shuanglin is on Jiaoshan?"

    "Maybe, but I'm not sure."

    Nangong Si was stunned for a while, and murmured: "Impossible, Jiaoshan only obeys the orders of the Nangong family, Xu Shuanglin, he"

    When he thought of something, he was suddenly at a loss for words, and then the last bit of blood on his face faded, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the face that burned the ink.

    He actually forgot for a moment that Xu Shuanglin was originally surnamed Nangong.

    The Nangong family, one willow and one catkin, were once praised by everyone as a young hero. Everyone thought that the Confucian style family would reach glory again in the hands of these two brothers, like the sky.  Who would have thought that the ending of the two brothers and Confucianism would be like today.

    Nangong Si lowered her eyelids silently and said nothing more.

    At this time, other people came down from Mount Huang one after another. Thousands of people were like migrating fish, crowding back to the front of the mountain.

    Chu Wanning came over, Xue Meng and Shi Mo followed behind him, he looked at Nangong Si: "Why did your hand hurt?"

    "It's okay, I did it myself." Nangong Si said, "Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

    Xue Meng sighed: "Master, what kind of master is it, really, you don't want the face that Master gave you, you"

    "I have never worshiped the master." Nangong Si opened and closed his dry and peeling lips slightly: "What I have learned and learned, I have never learned from the master. When I was young, my mother begged, and the master didn't have to take it to heart."

    Chu WanNing: ""

    "I'm sorry. But I don't even remember the three prostrations back then."

    Before Chu Wanning could speak, he saw Jiang Xi and the heads of several other sects walking towards here, followed by hugs in all directions.  He was not used to talking privately in front of so many people, so he pursed his lips, didn't say any more, and just handed him a small jar of medicine in his Qiankun bag.

    "Applied externally every day, it will heal within three days."

    After he simply said this sentence, the others had already arrived.

    Huang Xiaoyue was also supported and walked tremblingly from the pavilion. Jiang Dongtang will undoubtedly not miss this cup of soup.

    Now that Gu Yueye is the leader of the sects, Jiang Xi should speak first before major events.  But Jiang Xi looked at Nangong Si, and was not sure for a moment what attitude should be most suitable for him¡ª¡ª

    Confucianism has been domineering for so many years, and has accumulated enmity with many sects. These enmities have nowhere to vent, and will eventually fall on Nangong Si alone.

    But what's wrong with Nangong Si?  He did not take away the sword manual of Bitan Villa, and he did not do it to ask for the sky-high price. He didn't even know where the sword manual was before it was too late His father Nangong Liu committed many crimes, and he would be happy if he died.  Nowadays, everyone says that the father's debt is repaid by the son, but if the father's debt is repaid by the son, how many people here can be clean and innocent?

    What's more, this young man is currently the only blood of the Nangong family, and is the key to open the gate of Jiaoshan.

    "you¡­¡­"

    Jiang Xi spoke after deliberating.

    I only mentioned you, when I heard someone next to me tremblingly say: "Nangong benefactor, you have to go with us, the so-called untie the bell needs the person who tied the bell, Confucianism?, it doesn¡¯t mean anything, it¡¯s just a personal hobby of Emperor Taxian, it¡¯s as simple as that.  But ever since he heard the comments from the palace people, he sometimes became playful and pretended to hit the Zhenlong chess in his hand at a certain servant girl, scaring those people to beg for mercy repeatedly, his legs were like sifting chaff, his face  As cold as ever, but secretly amused in my heart.

    That was the only fun he had in the last two years of his life.

    He hasn't condensed Zhenlong chess for a long time.

    It seems that subconsciously want to separate from the former self, since the rebirth, Mo Ran has never cast this spell again.

    In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years have passed, and he thought that he would forget that set of mental methods and that set of formulas.

    But it turned out that he couldn't escape at all¡ª¡ª

    Sin was planted in his soul.

    Mo Ran stared at the sunspot, his palm trembling

    He was suddenly desperate¡ª¡ª

    He suddenly didn't know who he was.  Is it Ta Xianjun?  Or Grandmaster Mo?

    He suddenly didn't know where he was by the West Lake?  Or in front of Wushan Temple?

    He suddenly couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality. He was trembling, trembling unceasingly. The little sunspot was reflected in his eyes, like a heavy nightmare, like black blood stains, and there was a hideous scar in his head.  The voice couldn't help laughing wildly, roaring:

    "Mo Weiyu! Mo Weiyu! You can't escape! You can't escape! You can only be a villain forever, you can only be a ghost! You disaster! Disaster!!"

    Resoundingly.

    "Tuk tuk." Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

    Mo Ran woke up suddenly, dripping with cold sweat.  He held the chess piece tightly in his hand, turned his head and said sharply: "Who?"

    "It's me." The person outside replied, "Xue Meng." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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