MTL - Ostentatious Zhao YaoVolume 81

At dawn, the mountain came up with the voice of tracing people. On the dusty mountain, one night, the carnival of the evil road on the evil hall and the fire of the moon peak are spread all over the rivers and lakes, and the front of the mountain gate belongs to the absurdity and madness of the two of them.

Mo Qing hangs the only small silver mirror attached to his life to the neck of the road. She fell asleep and was unconscious.

In fact, he is embarrassed in his heart. How can he face the sober road? If she remembers these things tonight, how will she deal with him? Leave him, or... expel him?

If it is the former, it is the best that he expected, if the latter...

Watching Sima Rong bring people to find the road to shake, and then took away her sleepy. Mo Qing had to hide in his wide black robe as usual, and stepped back and quietly watched them leave.

The next day, it was as difficult as waiting for the sentence, but Mo Qing did not expect that after half a month of stunned, he woke up and forgot the madness half a month ago.

She is not pretending, because it is also from that time, Mo Qing knows that the mirror he had brought to his body has been able to spy on people's hearts.

He explored the heart of the road, she did not remember anything, how to carnival in the temple without evil, how to burn the peak of the drama, how to go down the mountain, how to be absurd with him overnight. She forgot a clean.

Therefore, naturally, there is no way to deal with ink green.

He can't smile.

He is uneasy for so many days, but for the road to shake, it is a dream... not as good.

However, there is no way, this is the road to shake. The road he likes is swaying.

However, this matter, the face that gave the road to shake the voyeur, but it made him a little worried. He knows that he should not let the mirror stay on the neck of the road, because even if he is sitting in front of the mountain gate and guarding the formation, he can occasionally hear her feeling in the hall of no evil: "Hey, Yuan Hao, this old man also said Too many, find another one to pay him by the head, don't come back to the meeting. Sima Rong is asking me to drink something, so annoying. Let seventeen sew his mouth and Yuan Yu together. Hey, Seventeen recently, the chest seems to have grown up, it should be her whole apron..."

In this way, he faced the raging fire, and he smiled casually.

He should take the mirror back, because the road recruiter must not like his own mind to be spy.

But what should he say?

Gatekeeper, give me the token of my sentiment. He could not explain this and could not speak. And... every day I can hear the sound of the road swaying, for the dark blue that keeps the mountain gate, it is...

So funny.

Like the gift of God, he can be so close to the road of contact, he is sitting in front of the mountain gate, looking at the distance, but the heart is quiet, secret, like a voyeur, full of embarrassment but control Unable to look at the heart of the person he could not touch, can not touch.

This made him addicted and made him more and more unable to extricate himself.

He loves the road so swift, so no matter what her thoughts and thoughts, he feels so cute. It’s so cute that he wants to hug her and kiss her all the time. If he can, he will take all the good things she wants and give her a hand.

As long as she is happy.

However, when the road swayed and brought the Qin Qianxian back to the Dust Mountain, Mo Qing found that he did not tolerate everything she liked.

He was angry at this, but after a moment of anger, he suddenly woke up, he was actually not qualified to go angry.

He and the road are not only tens of thousands of long steps across the dusty mountain, she is the moon, not belonging to anyone, and even less likely to belong to him. He stood on the long step in front of the mountain gate, and looked far and wide. The wind and fire in front of him were murderous, and the voice of his brain was never calm.

She is looking at the piano string at this time, she is wondering, how can anyone in the world be so beautiful?

Mo Qing lowered his head and the black robe covered his face.

He looked at his black-skinned back and smiled coolly to see how ugly he was.

Qin Qianxian was released the next day, and the road swayed and let Dark Luo defend him down the mountain gate. The array in front of the mountain gate was extinguished, giving him a broad road.

Mo Qing saw him in the corner, Su Yisu skirt, look indifferent, like everything in the world will not stay in the heart, only one glance, Mo Qing know why the road will appreciate him.

When the Qin Qianxian left, he didn't look at it, but he only looked at one side and swept his eyes. Many years later, Mo Qing thought of Qin Qianxian, and he seemed to have a sentiment. Perhaps at that time, Qin Qianxian discovered his extraordinary. But after returning to the mountain, he gave birth to a demon, and then no matter what he was outside.

After that, the Dust Mountain was as usual, and Mo Qing was still guarding the mountain gate, carefully scrutinizing the heart of the road.

This is the secret of his own, just like the night of the road, only he knows. At that time, Mo Qing was only a magician who was not repaired. His life was destined to be shorter than many magical repairs. When the number of his life is over, he will bring all these secrets into the grave, and will not even tell.

It was unexpected, but he did not expect that one day, the road will be shaken away from his life.

The news of the birth of Wan Jianjian came.

At the right time, Sima Rong was caught in the feelings of Yuezhu.

Sima Rong has a lot of friends in Wanhaomen, and his relationship with the road is very close. However, he only mentions the moon pearls to the people of Moqing. From the beginning of knowing that Yuezhu is a Nanyue teacher, Mo Qing’s heart I was suspicious of this woman, but when I saw Sima Rong's eyes full of love, Mo Qing could only remind him not to be too addicted.

And Mo Qing is the one who is the least qualified to advise Sima Rong.

In fact, the moon is also as he suspects, that is, the South Moon sect to assassinate Sima Rong's spies, but the Moon Pearl also moved to Sima Rong, she refused to kill Sima Rong, was tied by Nanyue. Go back.

When the road swayed the power of the martial arts to go to the sword, Sima Rong was going to Nanyue to save people.

When Mo Qing did not feel at ease, he left the mountain gate and followed the disciples to the sword.

Outside the sword, everyone listened to the command of the road to sway the disciples to resist the disciples of other sects. He confuses the confusion, and through the voyeur, he explores the heart of the road and avoids the place she cares about. Secretly followed her into the sword.

The ambush of Xianmen suddenly came. But their attention is on the road, and Mo Qing knows that he is low-minded. When he is swaying with them, he hides silently. He looks at the road and is seriously injured. He is forced to hide in the secret. When he was in the stone, he knew what he should do.

He should go out and help the road to sway the people in Xianmen, give her as much time as possible, let her win the dream sword she had dreamed of, and then she can continue her journey.

For Mo Qing, this life is a slap in the face, can be used for her at the most useful time, and there is nothing to reluctant. It was only suddenly that he wanted to give way to see him at the last minute. He wanted to let the road know that he had existed in her life, even if it was only for a moment.

It is also... it is his account of himself.

He appeared in front of the road, and after her defense, the light was shining for a moment: "Mo Qing." She evoked his name in one bite.

Like the day under the dusty mountain, before the formation, she kneels on his chest and whispers his name. Mo Qing’s heart was soft for a moment, sore and sore, and it hurt.

Her eyes stared at him: "Do you like me?"

Her words were suddenly asked, and the ink was stunned for a moment. She could hear her heart from the voyeur. The road was full of heart, but in reality it was a very intelligent person. She could see the heart, so she Can see his thoughts from his actions.

She knew the deep desire in his heart and longed for her to remember him. But because the road is a big man, for the road to shake at that time, he is only her disciple, her pawn, so she can also stare at him after seeing through his desire: You like me, you don't want me to die here, right?"

She wants to use him.

Mo Qing lowered her eyes and stared at the small silver mirror on her chest. Even at this time, he still felt that she was shaking and looking very cute. Even if she wants to play with his life.

"This silver mirror will give you a token. If you can keep me safe from here today, he will hold you in the whole world."

Well, she started to draw a cake for him.

After peeking at her thoughts and thoughts for so many years, in fact, without the help of a small silver mirror, Mo Qing can also understand her thoughts.

"You don't have to give me anything." He pressed the road and took the hand of the small silver mirror. "You keep it, just keep it."

You don't have to know where this little silver mirror comes from, and you don't need to know what this silver mirror means to him. She can do nothing to know, because of these things, he only needs to carry it himself.

And the road is swaying, only need to continue to sway and live, and occasionally look at this small silver mirror, think of a person like him in the world.

For him, this is enough to comfort the hidden secrets that have been hidden for many years.

The road swayed at him and laughed, trying to make her own expression look full of affinity: "You help me to lead those disciples, okay?"

How could it be said that it was not good? Looking at her smile towards herself, Mo Qing finally lifted her hand and could caress her intoxicated dimples on her cheek, like drinking three thousand cups. Let him have a bit of sorrow: "The doorkeeper, I can put everything down for you, as long as you are well."

Perhaps this is the most explicit love story he can sway to the road.

But the road is not like this, she is disdainful, she is thinking, he can let go of everything, but because he has nothing.

Her thoughts made him suddenly return to God.

Yes, except for this life, he has nothing to offer to the road.

This is her return, and she should die for her.

Mo Qing’s sword went out. He tried his best to lead the remaining disciples. But the situation is not optimistic. He knows that even today he is desperate to be here, and the skills of Wei’s can’t keep the road safe. When he left, his only hope was in the sword.

He fought back and retreated, finally retreated to the side of the sword, and climbed to the sword, and the hamstring was taken off. He had no time to scream. He took the broken sword and the blood of his hand was full. The hilt, the innumerable breath at the moment, like the sharp edge, made him feel the pain of approximation. The pain seemed to tear his soul, so that he could no longer hold back and fight for the last life. He screamed and thoroughly. Pull out the Wan Jian sword from the sword.

at once!

The magical spirit of the sword swayed out, carrying the power of destroying the ancient ruins, destroying the power of the earth and destroying the land, and washing away thousands of miles. Innumerable people in the violent atmosphere even screamed and did not have time, they quietly It is ashes.

Mo Qing died and held the Wan Jian sword, intent to prevent it from re-emerging the riots.

Can't let it go any further, and the sway is still...

The sound of "Boom", the sword collapsed, the boulder buried the entire sword, but when all the fallen stones touched the Wanli sword around the force field, it instantly turned into powder.

The roar of the earth continued for a long time, and it was slowly quiet.

Ink Qing holds the Wan Jian sword and stands up from the sword. He turns back and looks at the mess. The sword is only left with the broken gravel, and the residual limbs in the gravel pile are wild and bloody, and the roots are blurred. It is not clear who is who.

A huge fear in my heart spreads over the body, fear is like the bones of the bones, drilled every inch of his bones, and finally smashed his celestial cover, letting his whole brain scream.

He supported the Wanjian sword, and the world-famous ancient sword had already recognized the Lord, but at this time he only supported it as a cane, supporting his shaking body and letting him move forward.

He was looking for in the gravel and the stump: "Small." He yelled at these two words in an empty way, and the Wan Jianjian destroyed everything. He didn't even hear the echo.

"Swinging..."

He didn't know where she was, but she felt vaguely that she seemed to be standing here, so he squatted down, digging the stone by hand, dig down, looking down, looking for a whole day, Yuan Hao led the darkness. Luo Wei sought to see Wan Wanjian being thrown away by the dark green in the rubble pile, and the black-green seal that had faded the black seal was burrowing with the same madness.

No time to ask any words, Yuan Zhen led the dark Luo Wei and the disciples in the sword for three days and three nights, almost all the gravel on the sword was removed, and finally at the bottom, found a small blood-stained Silver mirror.

Mo Qing looked at the silver mirror and said nothing.

The next Yuan Yu finally gave up the body to find the road to sway. He ordered the Wanxi sword to be taken back to Wannian, but suddenly he found that Wan Haojian had already recognized the Lord, and the master was Mo Qing.

Yuan Zhen was furious and asked why Mo Qing was going to sway.

Mo Qing only looked at the small silver mirror, silent.

He listened carefully, but no matter what, no matter how carefully he listened to it, he could not hear the voice from the silver mirror.

The woman with the silver mirror is gone.

Yuan Zhen asked him why he wanted to kill the road and sway, and Mo Qing was speechless. When Yuan angered and lifted the Qinggang rod, he did not resist. It doesn't matter if he died here. He is cherished in the bottom of his heart, and he wants to do all the support, but he died because of him.

He should accompany this life.

He is damned.

Wan Wanjian saved him.

When Yuan Hao was about to smash his head with a stick, Wan Jianjian came across and blocked Yuan Yu, floating in front of Mo Qing, and stunned everyone around him.

How ridiculous, Wan Haojian is protecting him. When he did not need any protection and no fear, Wan Haojian actually protected him. If it was just now, I can protect it and shake it...

He was brought back to Wan Haomen by Yuan Zhen. Yuan Zhen advocated that he should be pushed to the whip corpse to avenge the door. However, from the return of the South Moon, Sima Rong, who had broken his leg, protected him. Sima Rong said that the road has been swayed by the door, who can kill her, who can be the master.

Sima Rong Li ranked in the crowd and pushed him to the position of Wan Hao Men.

In fact, Mo Qing did not want to cooperate. He had inadvertently heard Sima Rongyu.

After seventeen steps from the road to sway, he cried and hesitated, and his eyes were wiped with tears. He was behind him and heard the seventeen-sounding questions of Sima Rong: "He killed the doorkeeper, why do you still want to protect him as the lord, you are also a traitor, you are also unfaithful to the door!"

Sima Rong said: "I’m going to sway something, I know, he will be sader than everyone else. I know that he is not intentional. Now, he can take over the door and be able to hold up the martial art that has been built up. I took the Wan Chenjian’s fierce dust, no one else. You don’t want to cry, I know there is no dead grass overseas, you can help to find it, wait for you to pick it up...”

Seventeen were deceived, and Mo Qing also understood why Sima Rong insisted on setting him as the doorkeeper.

For many years, the brothers and sisters, he saw through the secrets of his heart, and he also knew his feelings of swaying the road. Therefore, in order to live up to the swaying of the door, he gave the door to him.

"Take the dream of not completing, you can finish it for her."

Sima Rong said that Mo Qing holds the Wan Jian sword and can no longer refuse.

His life is a resurgence of the road. If you can't die for the road, then guard her things left in this world until exhaustion.

Mo Qing took back Wan Wan’s sword, and the seal of the devil broke open. He found the power he should have. The black lines that were covered all disappeared. He saw his perfect face in the mirror. He didn’t know. Whether it looks good or not is good for yourself. But no matter how good or bad it is, the road is already dead, and it looks good. It doesn't matter.

In addition to the road, all eyes are insignificant to him.

He began to deal with Wan Haomen and began to learn to adapt Wan Jian to his own strength.

He released his words, and within three months, he will teach the South.

After March, he was alone, broke into the southwest, and washed the South Moon. He became a river and a lake. For his fierce battle, the world said that his brutality was even more swaying, but only he knew that when he dyed his hand Bloody, standing on the south moon of the corpse.

The empty silence of the heart, even more so of this desolate Shura field.

In this world, there is no way to sway, and what is the difference between him and the corpse on the ground.

The right night is just cold, and the hurricane is like a knife.

No matter how long it took, looking back, it was still a shocking injury.

Mo Qing turned his head and looked at it. In the yard of Sima Rong, the road was swayed and Li Mingshu was chasing it. Lin Mingge had already pondered the hand of the wood on the small round face.

Twilight couldn't help but feel a little soft. He didn't want to think back to the past, because all the past is not as good as today.

But because of the occasional recall, just a little bit is enough to make him cherish the present life.

Sima Rong slowed down for a while under the tree. After all, he came out from the words of Mo Qing. He asked two more questions: "Is the moon still there?"

"Before, there was no change, and it should be still there, but she could not see it."

Sima Rong heard the words, and looked like a bitter smile, but inadvertently brought a three-point sweetness: "The moon is very crazy."

At the right time, the wind together, smashed the hair of Sima Rong. Mo Qing looked at the road in the distance and whispered: "She is talking to you."

Sima Rong nodded: "I heard it." He looked down at his fingers, and the light shook a little bit. "She said to me, she is very happy."

Knowing the soul of that person, you will begin to guess the meaning of a gust of wind around you. It used to be like this, and now Sima Rong is also like this. Not sad, this is... a different kind of comfort.

As long as she knows that she is living in a desert, it becomes a little more interesting.

"Hey! Lichen!" Lu Zhaoqi finally caught the fierce Li Mingshu everywhere. "Your son is too naughty, I can't manage it, throw it at you?"

Li Chenyan heard a smile: "Throw it, we will regenerate one in the future."

Fortunately, he and he can still have it in the future.