Chapter 426 My name is Yang Qingyuan. [Seeking votes at the beginning of the month]Xuanfeng of Jianya is where the sword immortal lives. "Why must he go through this?" Tao Sanxiao leaned against a paulownia tree, looking at a figure standing on the top of a lonely cliff in front of him, with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea in the distance. The master of Liuxian Sword. The sixteenth generation ancestor of Jianya Xuanfeng, the contemporary sword immortal. Known as the descendant of the Sword Lord, the most advanced swordsman. Although he achieved the golden body and Dharma path with the second-grade golden body, no one in the entire Donglin Immortal Path dared to underestimate him. because. He practiced the most resolute and ruthless sword. because. He once left behind an immortal from another world, hence the name - Liuxian Sword Master. Whoosh~~The sea breeze is howling. The tall and upright figure looked at the deep blue sea, remaining silent.

original. This matter was deliberately arranged by the Lord of Liuxian Sword, and was not assigned by the head of Donglin Sect. "Pretend to be deep!" Tao San chuckled and tilted his head back to gulp down the wine. In the blink of an eye, a whole jar of wine had been drunk, but the wine gourd seemed endless and could not be emptied. "Drink less." A sigh came from the wind. "Ha~~" Tao San laughed and exhaled a breath of alcohol, and said drunkenly: "The Merciless Sword Immortal actually cares about people. Could it be that he has fallen in love with the mortal world?" "..." The Master of Liuxian Sword fell silent again. "Forget it if you don't want to tell me. Anyway, I have already taken care of it for you. Don't bother me, the sword immortal, in the future. Hahahaha." Tao San smiled and shook the gourd in his hand. He turned around and flew away on his sword, disappearing over the cliff in the blink of an eye. "I am the wine fairy and swordsman. I ride the sword on the wind and eliminate demons between heaven and earth! With wine, I am happy and free. Without wine, I will also be crazy... Good words, good words! Hahahaha." The free and easy laughter floated between mountains and seas. "..." The sword master was left facing the sea, silent for a long time. Suddenly he sighed softly. "Only by experiencing it yourself can you understand the pain of immortality. I wonder if you can understand in this life..." The voice dissipated with the wind. There was nothing on the lonely cliff, and the figure of the Liuxian Sword Master had disappeared at some point. -

"Sister, you're back!" A horse neighed. Chen Wanwan rode a scarlet precious horse and galloped towards her, landing in front of Song Xiangyu in the blink of an eye. "Late night?" Song Xiangyu subconsciously looked around and found that there was no outsider, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He reproached her, "We agreed not to meet in Donglin Fairy Cliff. If..." "Oh, Song Lin is not here, no one will find out your identity!" Chen Wanwan cheered, jumped off the Huolinju, threw herself into Song Xiangyu's arms, rubbing her little head against them non-stop. "Let go, I'm going to take a shower!" Song Xiangyu frowned and pushed Chen Wanwan's head away with some disgust. She hadn't taken a bath for a long time during this journey under the stars and the moon. "Bath?" Chen Wanwan's eyes lit up: "Okay, let's do it together! We sisters haven't taken a bath together for a long time! I want to rub my sister's back!" "You~~" Song Xiangyu pointed at her forehead, feeling somewhat helpless. The two held hands and walked towards Song Xiangyu's cave. Hu~ The Fire Unicorn Colt let out a long neigh and followed leisurely. "You stinky horse, what are you doing following me? Humph! Go away, get out of the way!" Chen Wanwan kicked the Huolin colt on the leg, but she herself cried out in pain. "Giggle~~" Song Xiangyu couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Xu?" Huo Linju Ma Lie was puzzled. "What are you looking at? You know all of my weaknesses. Don't tell anyone, or I'll break your horse's legs!" Chen Wanwan waved her fist fiercely. After a while. Inside the Sword Spirit's Twenty-Two Caves. The mist is thick and the water is splashing. The two graceful figures were laughing and playing, and the spring waves and autumn scenery they created were beautiful beyond words. "Sister Xiangyu, you have finally entered the golden body! I have heard about your story in the Lishan Sword Sect, it is so impressive..." "Ah."

"I heard that your name in your previous life was Xie Muxue? Haha, what a coincidence! Then your last name before that was also Song, right?" "Ah." "But Song Lin is so abominable that he actually humiliated you in public like this! Sooner or later, we sisters will join forces to make him pay!" "Ah." "Oh, right, when are you going to reveal your true identity? By then, Song Lin's eyes will surely pop out of his head, hahahahaha." "Hmm~~" Song Xiangyu suddenly snorted. He slowly lowered his head and pulled away Chen Wanwan's hands that had covered her breasts without her noticing, "Girl, you really should find someone to marry." "No, no! I want to be with Sister Xiangyu forever!" Chen Wanwan hugged Song Xiangyu's waist from behind, and the two delicate bodies were tightly pressed together in the mist. "release." Song Xiangyu struggled slightly. She thought Wanwan might be the reincarnation of a white rabbit, and her shameful place was too big. Every time she came into contact with it, she always felt a little uncomfortable. "We are all women, there is nothing to be embarrassed about!" Chen Wanwan rested her chin on Song Xiangyu's shoulder and spoke righteously. "Then tell me, do you have a crush on someone?" Song Xiangyu's question goes straight to the point. "Uh……" Chen Wanwan's face flashed with shame. "No, no, I won't fall in love with those stinky men! They are only after my money. If they knew that I was born lame, they would definitely look at me strangely." "I don't want to get married!" talking. A man's face flashed through her mind. 'Ye Liuyun'. In the eyes of sister Xiangyu, he is a great hero who never looks down on any woman. He also took her to eat the most delicious Bobo chicken in the world. Unfortunately~~he is his sister's sweetheart. There was a strange flash in Chen Wanwan's eyes. "On my way back, I heard that your grandfather had selected more than ten young talents for you and sent them to Donglinxian Cliff." Song Xiangyu did not notice the strangeness of her best friend beside her, and said with a hint of smile. "I don't want it!" Chen Wanwan objected loudly.

"Then how about choosing one in Donglin Fairy Cliff?" Song Xiangyu pried open Chen Wanwan's mischievous little hands and whispered, "As the children of a noble family, inheriting the bloodline is the first priority." "Wanwan, they have been very tolerant of you. In the limited time, finding someone who suits your heart may be the best destination." She spoke with the tone of someone who had experienced it. This is the pros and cons of family inheritance. Having enjoyed the benefits left by our ancestors, we must shoulder our own responsibilities. Even Song Lin seven thousand years ago was no exception. Song Xiangyu did break free from this shackle, but she paid an unbearable price. And in the future... if she wants to inherit the bloodline of the Ninth House, she may find someone to give birth to a child. of course. That may be decades or even hundreds of years later, when she has completely matured and put love behind her. "Hmm~~" Chen Wanwan lay on Song Xiangyu's back, silent. In fact, she understands the truth. But the higher the position of a woman, the harder it is to find a suitable husband. After all, she finally found a little bit of affection for Ye Liuyun, but he was the sweetheart of her best sister. She won't eat grass near her own backyard! "Tell me, what kind of person do you like? I've met many contemporary heroes on this trip, how about introducing a few to you?" Song Xiangyu said softly. "I like great heroes and great men! Find me a peerless hero who can turn the tide and shoulder the responsibility of the lives of the people!" Chen Wanwan snorted and said in self-deprecation. Song Xiangyu was silent. Why don’t you just say that the man’s name is Yang Qingyuan? suddenly. Song Xiangyu's eyes flashed. Her fragmented life made it impossible for her to face the person she loved. But if Wanwan could... wow~ The beauty in the bathtub subconsciously covered her heart. "Sister, what's wrong with you?" Chen Wanwan placed her hand on Song Xiangyu's chest and rubbed it gently with concern. "My heart hurts!" Song Xiangyu frowned. - December 8th.

The autumn wind has passed and the winter has just arrived. The hundreds of thousands of miles of Baimang Mountain have long been covered with a thin layer of snow, and the sky and the earth are wrapped in white. A figure slowly stepped into the snowy peak. He was dressed in black with a gold pattern on his collar and a long sword on his back, looking like a swordsman from the underworld. A cold wind blew. The young man's handsome face was calm and his eyes were looking at the quiet mountains. snow. Blood! The clusters of bright red snowflakes were extremely eye-catching in the heavy snow. "Not a single living person." Song Lin stepped forward, his feet crunching as they sank into the snow. After a while. A ruin appeared before our eyes. 【Blood Sword House】 Song Lin stood on the eaves of the hall, looking at the few traces of fighting in the Blood Sword House. "There is only one murderer." "And their strength is overwhelming, and there is almost no trace of resistance." "Although the Blood Sword School is at the bottom of the Mangshan Hundred Sects, it also has five golden bodies. Three are in the Fighting Realm, and two are in the Myriad Laws Realm. There are only three traces of battles..." "That is to say, when the murderer arrived, only the Wanfa Realm cultivators could barely react." "Does Chen Changshou have such ability?" Song Lin stood in the cold wind, lowering his head in thought. The answer is – no. At least Chen Changshou didn’t have that in the past! He might be able to kill one or two powerful golden-body masters in the Wanfa Realm in seconds, but there were at least thousands of people in the Blood Sword House, and it was impossible for them all to be wiped out in an instant. Even some Dharma Immortals who are not good at this and have never unfolded the Dharma of Heaven and Earth would probably find it difficult to do so. “It’s a bit difficult!” Song Lin couldn't help but frown. Yang Qingyuan's identity is very suitable for investigating cases, and he has almost no ties with the people of Cangzhou. If he appeared here as Song Lin, it would definitely cause countless troubles.

but. Without substantial evidence, he alone would not be able to move the highly respected "mountain" of Chen Changshou! "Why did Chen Changshou kill so many people? To prolong his life? To practice martial arts? To break through the realm of life pill?" "If the murderer is someone else... we can't rule out this possibility." "He killed so many people, but he didn't leave any clues, let alone witnesses. This person's actions are really meticulous." "How many days does he have left to live?" "As his lifespan decreases day by day, he will inevitably kill more crazily, and he will eventually be exposed. But by that time..." Song Lin recalled the information he had obtained over the past two days, and a murder route map emerged in his mind. "Since the beginning of November, at least 30,000 people have disappeared in Mangshan. Not only the small sects affiliated with the hundreds of sects in Mangshan, but even sects like the Blood Sword House have begun to encounter problems." "His strength is getting stronger!" "If I continue to wait, I will face an undefeatable evil!" suddenly. In the distant sky, streaks of light appeared, seemingly heading towards Xuejianzhai. in a blink. Thousands of figures stopped in mid-air and opened their mouths to shout angrily. "Who are you!" "Finally I caught you - the murderer!" "Everyone, come together. We must take down this evil demon today and avenge our many fellow Taoists in Mangshan." Mingduan Mountain, Tianhai Palace, Yingyue Pavilion, Corpse Spirit Treasure Sect... Many high-ranking officials from all the major sects in Baimang Mountain were gathered here. Even Chen Xuangui from the Changsheng Book House was among the crowd. call-- The knife flashed like lightning, tearing through the wind and snow. Leaving behind a long rainbow that lingers for a long time. The man on the roof slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of red vertical pupils. In his hand, he held a long knife that seemed to be soaked in blood, pointing it at the sky. "My name is Yang Qingyuan." 　[Brothers, can you please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month? Well, masters, please order me around! ]

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