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Yin Yi is extremely restrained, so that he will not let himself change his face.

He bowed his head with respect and made a message.

The mind turns to the surface but sinks into the water. Because of the slightest change, it must not be the eyes of the gentleman.

‘He’, naturally refers to Luo Mingchuan.

Was the original body being slain by the support of Mr. Zhang?

Why did you want to kill Luo Mingchuan? Didn’t Luo Mingchuan have studied in the school?

What's more, with Mr.'s realm status, there are a hundred ways to kill Luo Mingchuan. Why do you want to fake yourself?

Can a sub-Sacred secret plan, the ultimate goal is only Luo Mingchuan? ! Or... 沧涯山?

However, the school has been neutral for many years and has a good relationship with the world. It is said that Juggernaut and Mr. are even friends.

Or, what special place does Luo Mingchuan have?

When was this order? When I entered the school, did I still fall under the door of Juggernaut? Does Juggernaut know?

He felt that he was involved in an awkward bureau.

It’s just a negligible piece in the hands of the big men.

If someone else encounters this kind of situation, it will not be a day.

However, Yin Yue has returned to God, and his mind is full of:

Say the best *oss? !

How come online? ! ! There is such a big mountain in the villain! Where is your face? ! !

Sure enough to enhance the strength is the king! ! !

"The matter has been let go for a while, and you should not mourn it in the future." Mr. pointed to the wicker chair next to him, "Come and sit."

The meaning of this is that you don't think about killing Luo Mingchuan.

Yin Yi did not quit, and sat down silently.

This memory in the brain is blank. But now it seems that the past with the gentleman is still peaceful.

The gentleman also sat down on the wicker chair next to him. In front of the stone case, a few flowers were placed on the stone case, and a set of half old black glazed tea sets was placed.

"You are just coming, just catching up with me to watch the stars."

Yin Yin thinks more, when he comes, it is early morning, and then enters the strange realm of realm, wake up is the sundial. If today's light is already smashed, about the time of a tea, you can see the stars.

Sure enough, everything is in the hands of the gentleman.

Jianshui wake up, finely grind tea cake, flush into the water, tea slap back, the white wall of the soup flower, and the black glaze on the tea set, is not abrupt, and gives birth to a harmonious sense of harmony.

Mr.'s movements are as smooth and flowing, but they are methodical and not too bad.

Yin Yin thinks more, probably this is ‘whatever you want, no more than just.’

He looked seriously, and he thought a little funny in his heart. I don’t know how many people in the hospital would like to cook tea. How many people in the world could not think about it. Let yourself be plain. Is this a welfare for the big man?

The two sat under the tree, relatively nothing, boiled water to make tea.

Unconsciously, his floating mood calmed down.

It doesn't seem like he suspects that the reaction to the original remains is not prepared for Mr.

It’s like sitting here, and all kinds of speculations and uneasiness have gradually dispersed.

Since coming to this world, the nerves that have been highly tight have finally relaxed in the scent of tea.

He picked up the teacup and turned it, and the cup reflected the glimmer of the stars.

Mr. drank a cup, satisfied his eyes and looked up into the sky.

Thick clouds cover the moon, but it seems that the stars are more and more brilliant.

His eyes seem to have a smile. "In fact, the stars are not as slow as we see them, they are some very fast."

Yin Yue was a little surprised and looked up. I can only see the silent stars in the sky.

He knew that the starry sky that Mr. saw was different from what he saw.

He couldn't imagine the world in the eyes of Ya Sheng, just like the ignorance of the heavens and the earth, the summer insects can't speak the ice.

In his past experience, there has never been an experience of seeing the universe and seeing the universe.

Mr. looked at the relish, and changed his comfortable posture against the wicker chair.

It soon broke the recognition of Yin Yue.

He sighed and said, "The 亢龙龙" and the ‘Winged Snake’ were separated from the three rivers of the Han River last year, and now they should be on the same track.”

‘亢龙’ and ‘Wings’ are the names of the stars in the sky.

Henghe sand is the counting unit in Buddhism, about fifty and fifty square meters.

Then the gentleman squinted and muttered in his mouth. The more he listened, the more he didn't really hear it. He just grabbed the pile of 涧 '‘极’ ‘that’s by him’ several great counting units.

The gentleman suddenly raised his finger and crossed the air, as if the two points were connected together.

It turned out that this is the calculation of the saint.

It’s not really 'seeing', it’s not the mysterious and mysterious sense of the gods, but the real calculation.

With the accumulation of knowledge, special calculation methods, terrible counting ability, and long-term calculation experience, the results are calculated.

Yin Yin is more shocked by the heart.

What is the sight of the star, what does the gentleman want to see?

At this time, the people around him put down the tea pot and smiled at him. "You should go out of your way. It is best to go south."

A pot of tea met the bottom.

The night wind picked up and the residual sweet tea mixed with the scent of the flowers was floating in the night.

Blowing the clouds in the sky, a glimmer of silver shines from the distant nine days.

The moon broke through the clouds.

At the same time, the brilliant stars of the sky are dim.

Even a few of them are small, and the more Yin Yin is not really cut.

The moon is shining.

Mr.'s smile is also hidden in the tiny folds of the eyes.

He began to clean up the tea set.

Yin Yue knows that this stargazing star tonight is here.

So he stood up and smashed the tiny flowers. With your hand, you can do your disciples as you did. It is for farewell.

The gentleman nodded on the wicker chair.

Yin Yiyue took out the invitation from the sleeves. The figure is like a water pattern, and it has to disappear in the small courtyard.

Then there was only one person left in the yard.

Even if there is a bright and unmatched Yuehua companion, it seems a bit lonely.

The Confucian look of Yan Guanbo is dark and unclear, looking at the lonely night,

"Actually, the moon is also a star."

There seems to be a sigh that echoes in the school of silence.

Only this star is too bright, no one dares to compete with it.

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Yin Yin fell in the courtyard of Yan Huafeng. It is still the location that left in the morning.

The invitation in hand was turned into debris and dust, and it was not in the night.

He regrets that this ‘school day pass is really a one-off. It was originally thought to have a magic weapon that can walk through the school and the world at will.

I don't know when I can reach that level. Just cover a stamp is a magic weapon that can break the space of thousands of miles.

The more Yin Yin at this time did not realize that after this day's epiphany in the school, he had considered the question of 'when can reach the sub-holy landscape' instead of questioning whether he can reach the sub-salay.

Of the one hundred sacred defenders, perhaps forty will think about how to get into the 'break of obstacles', twenty will think about when to enter the 'small rider', and five will think about what the ‘the Mahayana’ is like. But almost no one will speculate on the cultivation of the saints.

Yin Yi did not think about this. Now he just thought that diligent cultivation is enough.

No need to ask, don't wait.

This is the confidence in the subconscious.

Will not use self-questioning to waste time, use repeated speculation to kill the will.

He held the hilt in his right hand and looked up.

It seems that there is no shadow of the high-rise buildings in Yunyang City, and the moonlight in the mountains is more clear.

I can faintly hear the leaves and sands of Lin Haizhong, and screaming from time to time, it seems that the night is empty and lonely.

In the daytime at the school, the sword is still in the sheath, and the sharp sword is a means of spurting out, he can no longer use it.

That is what the mind wants, but it can't be met.

It gave him a lot of inspiration.

He stood in the courtyard for a night. At dawn, the whole body was immersed in the wetness of the morning dew. The eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

He thought that he had found a way to use the sword.

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