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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 502: Calculation

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    Xu Lin turned away. Under Ming Ru's expectant gaze, he suddenly discovered that he was also afraid sometimes, or in other words, Xu Lin had a guilty conscience.  ¦çTop¦çDian¦çXiao¦ç said, 2+3wx Qingming, the woman who now has green mountains and green waters as neighbors, died in her arms, and to say that the whole Kunlun makes Mingru care about the most,  After her damn brother, Qing Ming is definitely ranked first.  But what happened after that? Xu Lin suddenly showed a trace of unconcealable bitterness. Facing Mingru or himself, he laughed out loud, shook his head and took a step back. When he looked at Mingru again, Xu Lin  Lin's mood became calm again, and he just said lightly: "You treat me like a sister and brother, but you know that the lotus in my heart has already fallen into my heart, just like the peach forest in the garden in front of me.  No more flowers will bloom on the tree trunk. " Mingru was stunned. She couldn't understand Xu Lin's words, but she never thought that Xu Lin would say them to her face. She was still not expecting it.  It was during this period of silence that Xu Lin had already turned around. Accompanied by the gradually dimming sky, there was no more fragrance filling the garden pavilion. Xu Lin's figure was dissipating, just like the white mist appearing in front of him.  He walked slowly and never looked back again.  The heartache that was at a loss and lost appeared for no reason. Mingru looked at the dissipating figure, her face was pale and trembling.  I still remember that when the flowers were blooming that year, a young man's shyness was like a bud waiting to bloom, making people full of expectations. It was then that Mingru saw the young Xu Lin and was gently called by him: "  Senior sister!" Taoyuan practiced with swords, and how many times her honest smile contained a certain shyness. The young man was looking forward to it, but she was waiting for him to grow up in her heart.  There was his shadow there, the dead Akashi, her brother, who once had the same behavior and demeanor, so her rootless heart found its home again. It was the regrets of the past, Mingru bit the corner of her mouth,  Still looking in the direction where the figure had disappeared, he remained silent for a long time.  When a calloused hand placed on her shoulder, Mingru turned around, and there was a thin layer of mist in her eyes. Master Qingxu saw it and couldn't help but sigh:  "It's hard to recover from overflowing water, it's hard to find a way back, it's hard for a prodigal to turn back!" "Master, I'll go and persuade you again" Before Minggru could finish his words, Master Qingxu waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Since he doesn't want to,  Why do you have to force me?" Mingru wanted to say something else, but she saw a faint cold light in the depths of Master Qingxu's eyes, and then he said to Mingru: "Just treat me as Qingxu, from now on.  I have never accepted a disciple like him!" After saying that, he turned around and left, only Ming Ru was left, looking at the peach trees in the garden full of fallen peach blossoms, with a sad look on his face.  On the back mountain of Lianxia Peak, the Blood Killing Monk was looking around at the Wuqueying monks who were meditating with their eyes closed, and curled his lips in boredom.  Qinghu is neither big nor small, but it is only a place where you can see the edges at a glance. For the Wuque camp monks who have just been released from the prison, compared to the imprisonment in the dark underground palace, most people can  Satisfied, and besides, Kunlun Mountain is a treasured land for cultivation, so this is enough.  However, the blood-killing monk didn't think so at the moment. When he was imprisoned, perhaps he yearned for this kind of life the most, but after walking with Xu Lin, the blood-killing monk's thoughts became active again.  Thinking of the colorful flowers in the world, the sighs of the bloody monks come one after another.  "What's the matter, do you think this place is boring?" Taoist Yingzhuan threw a piece of meat in his hand into the mouth of a golden-haired puppy on the ground, and said with a sneer.  The blood-killing monk glanced at the Yingzhuan Taoist and snorted angrily: "Lord Buddha, I have no intention of quarreling with you now. You are nosy with rats." The Yingzhuan Taoist still wanted to retort and continue to irritate the bald donkey monk.  , and Hentian Lang, who was sitting not far away, suddenly opened his eyes and interjected: "The leader is back." Immediately, Taoist Yingzhuan closed his mouth tightly, and the blood-killing monk jumped up quickly  The visitor stretched his head and looked around. After a while, he saw a faint shadow on the stairs at the bottom of the mountain. He walked over slowly and unhurriedly. It was undoubtedly Xu Lin.  It can be seen that at this time, Xu Lin, who originally stretched his neck to kill the blood-killing monk, quickly retracted his neck and sat back to the original place, while the other Wuqueying monks were even more excited.  The tacit understanding of the group stayed in place silently, no one dared to say a word, only Hate Tianlang stood up, walked towards Xu Lin, and saluted gracefully: "Sir, are you okay?" Xu Lin glanced at  The Hentianlang in front of him knew what the man was asking, and was still worried about the matter of entering the mountain gate before, so he waved his hand, and then looked at the Yingzhuan Taoist not far away. The latter quickly got up and came over, followed by  A puppy with golden fur all over its body. Xu Lin subconsciously glanced at the dog, and then looked at Taoist Yingzhuan: "Is there any way you can hide it from my spiritual detection?" Taoist Yingzhuan didn't understand it for a while.??, I asked cautiously: "What the beginning means" "Among these people, you are the best at stealth tracking and object control. Do you have a way to go deep into a place that even real people can't enter?"  ?¡± Xu Lin¡¯s words were very clear. However, what he said seemed simple and clear, but the meaning contained in it made people feel a little chilling.  Ningmei was silent, Taoist Yingzhuan thought hard for a while, but still had no accurate words to reply to Xu Lin, and Xu Lin said without any hurry: "Think about it carefully, this is very important to me."  After saying this, Xu Lin said nothing more, but walked to a flat bluestone by the Qinghu Lake, sat down and began to meditate with his eyes closed.  The blood-killing monk glanced at Xu Lin secretly with the corner of his eye, and then looked at the Yingzhuan Taoist who was still there. He shook his head and wanted to get up, but was too embarrassed to go there. After being awkward for a long time, he finally  When he made up his mind, Hentianlang, who came over at some point, pressed his shoulder and said: "Don't disturb him, don't ruin the big thing that started with it!" In one word, the blood-killing monk was killed again.  He was completely wilted, and he sat honestly with Hate Tianlang. His eyes were just looking at Xu Lin, and then at the frowning Taoist Yingzhuan. He sighed secretly, when will this day end?  Ah! Xu Lin has never cared about the cultivation of the Wuqueying monks. According to what he said before, as long as these people can do everything Xu Lin asked him to do, the rest is easy to talk about.  And now he was sitting on the bluestone slab, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking at the ripples of Qinghu Lake from time to time, watching the moonlight shining on the cold light, and then thinking about what happened during the day, Xu Lin's body felt a little unnatural.  The moment he started to tense up and point out, a green and red sword breath appeared in front of him. Xu Lin looked at the sword breath, sighed lightly, and then became silent again.  He closed his eyes for a long time, and when he opened them again, there was evil in his body, and he smiled at the world, with a cold expression.  The voice even revealed a frosty cold air and said: "Fuck you!" With this breath of turbid air spit out, Xu Lin's face finally showed a hint of relief, and the frown still persisted after looking at it.  The sword energy in front of him, the golden snake between his eyebrows flashed, and he shuddered suddenly. He felt a lightness in his heart, like the relief after a mountain collapsed, which made Xu Lin feel unexpectedly happy.  Cultivating one's body and then cultivating one's mind was a saying before in the Buxu realm. But at Xu Lin's level, any progress in the state of mind can be regarded as extremely valuable. Now that I have figured out the things that have been accumulated in my heart for a long time, I no longer have any baggage.  He suddenly felt refreshed and could not help but smile again.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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