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    Chapter 598 Meaning

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    ?Leng Qingqiu felt both strange and familiar with the Biyu tribe where Ahu belonged. She knew clearly that what she heard about his life from Ahu's mouth was only one-tenth of ten. However, this difference  The ordinary lifestyle is what she has always longed to have.  e^Look, isn¡¯t Ahu¡¯s infinitely pious confidence and attitude exactly what she lacks? In an era where everyone is pursuing more powerful power, faith seems to have been selectively forgotten by people.  However, in this Wushe, there is still a group of people who gather devoutly under the ancient trees of Tiangou, guarding the land that is more precious to them than their lives, and listening to the voice of the priest.

    Ahu was telling the story about the ancient tree of Tiangou in a shallow way, but Leng Qingqiu could feel the power that came from deep in his heart. Only the strong with true faith are fearless. Maybe you  You can defeat him and kill him, but you can't bring him down.

    Walking like this, listening to Ahu's words, they arrived at the main entrance of the tribe. A low fence stood in front, and a thick wooden door was left open.  It opened wide to them unsuspectingly, and as you walked inside, you could see round tents scattered here and there, and you could see people walking around from time to time.

    Each of them looked like the people Leng Qingqiu had seen outside, but the calmness and peace on their faces shocked Leng Qingqiu's heart.  There is a kind of satisfaction and joy in life, which makes them always smile when they look at each other.  Most of these people are obviously very familiar with Ahu.

    "Ahu, are you back so early today?"

    "Didn't I see you caught any prey? Are you planning to be lazy?"

    "Who is this girl? Why don't you help her carry it?"

    Ahu greeted these people loudly as he walked by, and then explained patiently without any impatience at all, and the direction they were going to was the central area of ??the village.  At that place, there was a very special pattern on the ground, which was far away in all directions. The house had just reappeared. After Ahu led Leng Qingqiu to the center of the pattern, his dark eyes were shining.  Looking at Leng Qingqiu, a smile appeared on his face, "Let's go to where the high priest is."

    After saying this, the surrounding light flickered, as gentle and brilliant as water, thickly wrapping their bodies in it. The light had a warm sun-like feeling. After gently caressing their bodies, it also felt like  After applying a little magic to their eyes, Leng Qingqiu felt that the scene immediately changed after the brilliance flashed in front of his eyes.

    Of course she knew in her heart that this change was not the magic cast on her eyes, but the special pattern that brought them to another place. They still had the same pattern under their feet, but there was a fresh feeling in her ears.  The wind blew by, accompanied by the sound of water hitting the rocks, which was particularly obvious in the silence.  They are now standing next to a cliff. Below the steep and smooth cliff is the rushing sea water. What is displayed around them is a color like dusk, with a rich and colorful beauty, although it is not a bright color.  Colorful, but it still makes people feel comfortable, and facing Leng Qingqiu is a small wooden house.

    "Is this the wooden house?" Leng Qingqiu's heart was filled with surprise. In her mind, at least what appeared in front of her should be a castle made of huge rocks and tens of feet high. However, this  The wooden house was as square as her neighbor's, but it was beyond her expectation.  Leng Qingqiu looked at Ahu with doubtful eyes.  But Ahu carelessly found a place, sat down, and said, "The high priest is really powerful. He actually knew that you were coming and asked me to stay here. In this way, you can go in alone."  ." Having said this, he pointed forward with his hand.

    The direction that Ahu's hand pointed was exactly the direction where Leng Qingqiu saw the wooden house. It seemed that this wooden house was indeed where the high priest was.  Seeing Ahu say this, Leng Qingqiu also hummed slightly and stepped forward.

    Everyone has their own preferences, and the high priest is no exception. It seems that he is a person who likes quietness and simplicity.  Leng Qingqiu walked to the door and tapped the door lightly with one hand, making a small thumping sound. After a while, he heard a long voice from behind the door,

    ¡°Come in~~¡±

    After hearing this, Leng Qingqiu slowly walked in. The layout inside was indeed very simple. The place he saw should be the living room. In addition to a long table and seven or eight wooden stools, there were  See nothing else but guestsIn addition to the living room, this cabin also has two bedrooms of similar size.  There is a half-covered door between the two bedrooms.

    "The people in the house should be behind the half-hidden door, right?" Leng Qingqiu thought in his heart, then stretched out his hand and pushed over.  However, what she didn't expect was that as soon as Leng Qingqiu stepped into the half-hidden door, a strong murderous intention suddenly burst out from his back.

    "Not good~~" The danger came so suddenly that Leng Qingqiu didn't even have time to see clearly the situation in the door ahead, so he quickly and violently kicked his tui and flew forward, and the surrounding scene appeared in an instant.  There was a feeling like a water curtain, sometimes illusory and sometimes illusory, just like a balloon being blown up, and Leng Qingqiu's position was exactly in the middle of the balloon.

    However, Leng Qingqiu had no time to think about how this change occurred. She rushed forward and took out the long sword with one hand. A sword light swayed like a waterfall, and the sunset shield emitted a bright light. Bang bang bang bang.  Intermittent sounds resounded, resisting this unexpected attack.

    She could hear a whisper among the crisp sounds, but what was more powerful was an overwhelming attack. From the first move, it was like a wind and a lingering cloud, pulling her to the center of the storm.  , no matter how hard she escaped, a pair of deep invisible eyes in the storm locked her figure firmly, and at the same time, a pair of palms kept changing, all moving towards her vital points,  Swing away.

    It only took a few breaths, but Leng Qingqiu felt as long as a century. This journey was her happiest time, and her physical strength was also recovering quickly. However, this series of attacks immediately  Her physical strength was exhausted, and the strength of her opponent made it difficult for her to fight. However, she still fought hard in such a passive situation.

    This kind of battle also frightened her. She had fought with Li Xiaotian from Beiming Palace before and successfully killed him, but the attack in front of her was extremely difficult for her. She knew in her heart that  Even if she returned to her previous peak state, she would not be able to defeat the man in front of her.

    Could it be that the person fighting her was the high priest?  But he didn't say anything, why did he suddenly launch an attack?  There was so much he didn't understand, which made Leng Qingqiu feel a layer of haze that lingered in his heart. If this person was not the high priest, there would probably be a greater crisis.

    Suddenly, a ray of silver light flew towards her like a meteor, flying close to her eyes. Only when it got closer did Leng Qingqiu see it clearly. It was a finger, and its move was pointed directly at Leng Qingqiu's eyes, and the move was fierce.  Extremely, facing this danger, Leng Qingqiu's body arched slightly, and he flew sideways. After dodging this sharp blow, he attacked towards the mist behind the finger.  Although she didn't see the opponent's figure, she could clearly see the direction of the attack, so Leng Qingqiu took advantage of the situation to counterattack.  The long sword was like electricity, piercing deeply into the mist. This blow did not make any sound or sound.

    O Lan, but Leng Qingqiu's offensive suddenly stopped after thrusting halfway. The viscosity of the mist was extremely sticky, and it seemed that her long sword was stuck to the moment, making it impossible to pierce it or pull it out.  .

    And the second move in the mist was quickly swung out, and the position it attacked was a large area on Zhang Zhong's back.  Under the flying fingers, whistling sounds continued to be heard. At the same time, the pressure on the front end of the long sword in Leng Qingqiu's hand suddenly became much smaller.  It seems that although the opponent's strength is much higher than that of Leng Qingqiu, he is still not able to completely suppress her offensive.

    Feeling the agility of the long sword and facing the fierce attack, Leng Qingqiu knew in her heart that she needed to make a choice. If she continued to penetrate, Zhang Zhong would be seriously injured or even die. However, he was in his own heart.  On her shoulders, it happens to be a shield for her, allowing her to attack boldly. This burden that seems to have always been there has become her biggest killer move at this time, and it is very likely that she is the only one who can attack.  A rare opportunity.

    And if she wanted to protect Zhang Zhong from this attack, it also meant that not only would she not be able to complete the attack, but she would also have to pay a higher price. After all, the difference between protecting herself and protecting the unconscious Zhang Zhong was the former.  Much less difficult.

    In the blink of an eye, she had to make a decision, and Leng Qingqiu's clear eyes had a sharp light, and she made a decision without much hesitation.

    "Clang~" There was a soft sound, and the long sword came out of her hand. Leng Qingqiu didn't have much attachment to the long sword that had been following her for a long time. She also understood in her heart that in this fierce battle, the sword was abandoned.  Such a childish thing, but she was determined. Her white clothes danced in the wind, and her face seemed to glow with a pious light.

    DesertedQiu has never been more clear than now about the meaning of the decision she made.

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