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Chapter 59

Yu Hanling's blood poured out from the groove of his claws and dripped from his disciple Yubai's palm. He recalled in a trance that this was a very intelligent disciple from his memory that did not belong to him.

But how dare he, in an instant, Yu Hanling had strangled his neck, his cold tone was still there, but the anger had turned into suspicion just now.

"Do you think..."

"Of course I know, it's not enough to kill you," Song Yuan was strangled by him, his loose hair loosened slightly, and he had to look up at him with something that could sting people, "But you You know, you deserve it."

Yu Hanling looked at this face, this face that changed slightly every time he saw it in his memory, from round and soft at first, it became thinner and more handsome.

Slim and tall, gentle and jade-like, at a young age, following behind "him", one word of kindness is enough.

When he spoke to him, every sentence was filled with hatred, and he was full of heartfelt words, even refusing to say "Master".

What is the difference between him and "he", and why is "he" so memorable?

What he deserves, what he deserves, being orphaned at a young age, years of penance, unbearable burning pain, surviving in stagnant retreat, "he" wants to escape, but he has to bear it.

Why?

The ruthless way, since it is the ruthless way, why should "he" want it if he wants it, and run away if he wants to?

He thinks he has done his best, Song Yuan is the disciple that "he" puts on top of his heart, why should he take care of him?

But in the end, the bleeding man let go of his hand first, pulled out the long thorn on his chest and threw it away, allowing him to cough and fall weakly, glanced at the bruises on his neck, and thought he had insight into his intentions.

"You want to die?"

Yu Hanling's expression was slightly relieved, and his heart suddenly became clear, and he glanced at him with half pity and half disdain.

"sad."

Seeing that Song Yuan was still curled up and coughing without any other reaction, he left without saying a word.

"Before things come true, don't have to dream, after things come true, do whatever you want."

That's right, in order to prevent things from changing, he didn't punish him or kill him, not because of some ridiculous teacher-student relationship.

But for Qiao Miao, even if Qingluo Xiuji came, he might not be able to rob Yu Hanling's people.

As if being exposed, Song Yuan was behind him, coughing weaker and weaker.

Make him unhappy, the faster the pace.

After going out the door, a little fairy servant came to meet him with something. Seeing that there was a bloody hole in his chest, and his face was so ugly, he was startled and almost blocked his way.

Yu Hanling glanced at him, closed his eyes, with a faint line of blood on his lips, took out a jade bottle from his waist and threw it into his arms.

"Go in later, and say it's medicine from Shuangyun Pagoda."

Then, ignoring the little fairy servant's puzzled expression, he left without hesitation.

The coughing in the room gradually subsided, Song Yuan sighed and smiled slightly.

At this time, the little fairy servant slowly walked in from the outside, and seeing a bruise on the neck of the sick and weak Taoist Lord Yubai, he was startled at first, and then seemed to be unable to understand what happened to the person who was almost strangled to death just now Laughing, hesitantly stopped.

"Mr. Dao, the medicine from the Frost Cloud Pagoda."

Hearing the movement, Song Yuan raised his head to look at him, but didn't reply, but still smiled, sized him up, and said softly, "Why, Your Highness Third Prince, where did the wind bring you here?"

The little boy Wurun's eyes were innocent, but the smile on his face gradually lost the innocence of a child, and he walked slowly towards him until he stopped in front of him.

"Naturally, it's Xiaodaojun's palm. We demons value appearance, and Xiaodaojun made me hide my face for several days. Wu Yan will naturally come to seek justice."

"Why, the sword master, who is admired by thousands of people, has just endured the unparalleled palm of the little Taoist?"

Song Yuan stretched out his hand to take the jade bottle, poured out the liquid medicine, and glanced at him, his expression became cold again: "Since you know that this place is guarded by Sword Master, and the guards are the strictest, the courage of His Highness the Third Prince can be said to be unparalleled in the world." .”

Wu Yan sat down cross-legged, staring intently at the movement of him applying the milky white liquid medicine to the bruises on his neck, secretly sighed that his hair was well-groomed, and drew a sword from his waist, which was the spirit sword that he had asked him to confiscate earlier. Qi Lu said, "Forget it, there is no need to be so polite between you and me, I am here to return the sword of Lord Xiaodao."

He also recited in a dignified manner: "The origin of the gods is not long, and the pearls return to the swords and still meet."

Song Yuan didn't reach out to take it, but said: "Your Highness Wu Yan, please don't gossip. Ningqing Sect is no better than Tianxin Sect. I'm afraid you don't have the ability to sneak in like this."

Looking at his appearance, Wu Yan knew that he must have some purpose. If not, Song Yuan would not even look at him.

So what?Who can say that this is not a kind of entanglement?

He laughed, with a vague evil spirit unique to the demon race: "Of course I can't do it alone, but this action is not out of my own will, and I should get some help. Once used, it can keep me a hundred thousand miles away in an instant, although it won't do much."

"I sneaked here long before Sword Master built the barrier."

Song Yuan nodded knowingly. The demons are tyrannical and plundered a lot of treasures. With the talent of Wu Yan, it may not be difficult to change the figure to confuse everyone, so he said: "You demons have achieved this level, what exactly do you want?"

"What? Can't it be that I can't forget Xiaodaojun and want to make you smile?"

"Wu Yan," Song Yuan picked up the hilt at this time and started to walk, holding the hilt three inches out like a test, his eyes were slightly cold by the light from the blade, and he did indeed smile, "I will only give you a quarter of an hour time."

The next day, Qiao Miao, the head disciple of Hehuan Sect, was invited to see him, and Song Yuan had a good chat with him. Two hours later, Taoist Xiao Qiao left with a smile.

On the third day, Song Yuan asked to see his former junior brother and today's sinner, Ruan Chengxing. Yu Hanling knew that he had the will to die, and he probably wanted to settle the previous grievances. After being silent, he agreed, and only asked Xiao Qiao Daojun to be by his side at that time, so that Song Yuan would not be violent. Killing, other than that, there is no need to set limits on him.

On the fourth day, Song Yuan was attacked by someone, and his life was in danger. The team escorting Ruan Chengxing under the mountain was robbed again.

At this time, Song Yuan walked with his sword horizontally, and the road went straight down from the back. He has lived here for many years, and he is probably more familiar with the path than Yu Hanling, who has been retreating all year round.

He hadn't used his sword for a long time, and the long wind was blowing in his face, which didn't make him feel cold, but rather refreshing.

The seemingly thick barrier is unguarded, and the master of the barrier has long since left. It is hard to say how many restrictions there are on the monks. Song Yuan was still a little dazed when he started to use the thousands of miles of wind again.

I can't help but recall the scene when I last used it seven years ago.

I can't help but recall the scene four days ago.

Wu Yan was choked by him, and finally accepted his attitude, "Alright, alright, little Daoist is so puzzled, what we are looking for is Xingcheng who was caught by you earlier."

At this point, he twitched his brows and eyes, but showed a smirk again, "Oh, I almost forgot, it's your little junior brother, what's your name, Ruan Chengxing, who is as graceful as a flying star?"

Song Yuan didn't know that Ruan Chengxing had been captured, he was startled when he heard this, and said, "Is he being imprisoned in Ning Qingzong now?"

"You righteous people are still cunning," Wu Yan was speechless when he thought of this, "If it wasn't for the wrong information, I wouldn't have been detained in Ning Qingzong. Who would have thought that you righteous people's careful arrangements would only be used to lock up your sickness in the end? Yangzi, he holds a lot of secrets of our clan in his hands, and in the future the Righteous Way should be used to attack, but in the end he was taken away by the Acacia Sect."

Song Yuan was silent, now is not the time to sigh, he just said: "In case he has already confided..."

"It doesn't matter if he confides," Wu Yan said nonchalantly, "I'm afraid no one can break his face right now, the demons are just trying to be safe, as long as the righteous way can't coerce him in the future, I don't want to intervene. But thinking that Xiao Daojun is also here..."

Song Yuan stopped his words: "Lend me to Zhufeng Chaying, I will give you a chance, whether you can rob someone from the Hehuan Sect depends on your ability."

Wu Yan laughed when he heard the words, "Mr. Dao, you are now under house arrest. How can you boast that you are the envoy of Hehuan Sect in Haikou? Do you know why I am stranded in Yuheng Peak, where the mountains are cold and the water is cold?"

"Blag to Haikou? If I can't do it, no one here can do it." Song Yuan retracted his sword, gently stroking the snake's head on the hilt, the most cunning spirit snake raised the road sword, now in his His hand was much more gentle than when he first got it, and it could even be called handy, so he also smiled slightly. "Song Yuan, who was used to restrain the emperor, took poison and committed suicide. I'm afraid it will make people panic. He is very weak. He Huanzong's detainees were robbed, and the disciples stationed there may have to support him. He is very weak."

"Your Highness, do you know why I want to stab my master for no reason?"

"It's always easier to break through the barrier from the inside than from the outside. This is my chance, and it's also your chance, Your Highness."

The master of the enchantment was injured, and the enchantment was weakened, and it was ten percent weaker, leaving only seventy.

Wu Yan was speechless. After all, this matter did not focus on him, but asked him to get a bargain, so why not.

Why not?

Big trouble.

Chasing the Wind and Fleeing the Shadow is a green and exquisite jade tablet, presumably Wu Yan was quite anxious when he was trapped here, so he agreed to him.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any poison to take, so he repeated his tricks, stole one of the thinnest evil thorns from the demon's wrist, and inserted it into his chest, pretending to be dying.

If there is no explanation from the demon clan, he will surely die. Can the sword master go after him?

Minus ten more.

Song Yuan bit his fingertips and smeared the blood on the emerald green chasing the wind shadow. As the jade tablet gradually became transparent until the light became brighter, he lowered his eyes and rarely showed a sly smile.

Thank you, Your Highness Wu Yan, fifty points is enough.

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Foreshadowing, finally, used it (from a stupid guy who found out that many foreshadowings were left unwritten after the previous book was finished)

Our A Yuan used to travel all over the world, very smart.

Yuan scored twice.

Wu Yan (still mocking Yu Hanling in the last chapter): I...

Coveting the beauty of a dangerous wife will be stunned and then slaughtered with wine

Yuan: A widow would rather bear the world (Wu Yan, Yu Hanling: ...) than he (Love Fu·Xuexue)

Bozi, you are so good, you even learned how to ambush your words (what is this)

It shouldn’t be a problem with the separation of the human world and the automatic weakening setting of the enchantment (trying to explain), so the most important thing is to trick the master out, here I am grateful and thank you for the witch salt of the great injustice, and the snowy golden wedding will definitely give you incense in the future ()ha