Eternal Gate

The Wangchuan River under the moon was calm and sparkling.

Zhao Yun and the eight-character Hu Ji travel like the wind, and I don't know how many speed characters have been changed.

Naturally, all that was consumed was Zhao Yun's speed sign.

For this reason, Ba Zi Hu looked at Zhao Yun more than once, with profound meaning in his eyes, and the little Wu Xiu next to him might still be a talisman, otherwise, where would he have so many quick spells.

Zhao Yun was speechless all the way, concentrating on the avatar technique.

His talent also shocked the Eight Character Hu. Using the speed talisman, the speed was so fast, he was still distracted, and he didn't see trees or rocks all the way, the Xuanyang realm was like him, he didn't dare to wave like this. I don't know what kind of master can teach such a wicked disciple. If you go to the Tianzong to participate in the test, you will probably be admitted by exception. The cultivation level is not important, but the potential is important!

"Tonight, the weather is good."

Suddenly, Zhao Yun made such a sentence.

Hu Wenzhi, subconsciously looking sideways, his eyes are strange. Previously, this avatar had hollow eyes and a dull look, just like a puppet. Now, he can speak, which proves that Zhao Yun's research is still quite effective. At least there are people. The demeanor, the broken clone technique, the incomplete preservation can really be evolved to complete by him.

After that, there were a lot of words, all of them were talking.

Looking at his expression, sometimes indifferent, sometimes smiling, various expressions of various expressions, prove that Zhao Yun's enlightenment is not in vain, this is only the first step, after a long time, there are more surprises, such as the ability to perform secret techniques , Although the combat power is low, it can also help at critical moments.

"Well, stop for me."

"This girl, can you be more reserved, as I said earlier, we are not suitable."

"After going to bed, you said it was inappropriate, why did you go early."

As he was leaving, he suddenly heard the curse, causing Zhao Yun and Ba Zi Hu to look sideways.

Upon entering the eyes, I saw a young man in white clothes who was as rich as a jade, at an extremely fast speed, like a white rainbow.

It looked like he was being hunted down.

"So handsome."

This was Zhao Yun's first sentence after seeing the white-clothed youth.

That servant is really handsome and dregs, the raw jade tree is facing the wind, the art is magnificent, the cultivation base is not low, the proper Xuanyang realm, a pair of deep eyes, a black hair flowing like a waterfall, the whole body is transparent, inside and out With a mysterious air, the trace of unruly between the eyebrows is hard to conceal.

"not simple."

Zhao Yun murmured, his eyes narrowed for a moment.

The white-clothed youth is not simple. The mysterious aura that flows through the whole body is enough mysterious and mysterious. It should be an ancient inheritance, and it is definitely not an ordinary Xuanyang realm. For this, you can see by your temperament. He has seen such people. Many, such as the young master of Tianyang Lin Xie, such as the young master of Heiyan Yin Hun.

Behind the young man in white, there is a woman in purple.

The girl was so angry that she was carrying a killing sword, chasing her, shining in the moonlight, her clear eyes, and burning flames, her beautiful cheeks flushed, she did not know whether she was ashamed or angry. Chasing all the way and scolding all the way, is also chasing all the way and fighting all the way, without mercy.

Whoosh!

The white-clothed youth ran by like the wind, running faster than a rabbit.

When passing by Zhao Yun and Ba Zi Hu, he also subconsciously glanced sideways.

When it was over, I crossed the Wangchuan River.

After that, it was the purple-clothed woman who also caught up with her like a ghost.

This girl is also a Xuanyang realm, and an extraordinary Xuanyang realm. From her, Zhao Yun smelled the aura of blood. It should be a special blood. It's just that the concentration of blood is very thin. It's very thin with Chi Yan and the purple-haired child. Some resemblances are not comparable to Liu Ruyan.

"Tut tut, an amazing change, treat, not a shallow guy."

The eight-character Hu licked his tongue for a while, then glanced at his eyes to see the young man in white.

"Do you recognize it?" Zhao Yun said.

"Sikong Jiannan, the last two words are the main point... circle it."

"Good name."

"The name is a good name, and the character is not good."

"How bad it is."

Zhao Yun asked casually and continued to study the clone.

"There aren't a lot of goods, but there are many ex-girlfriends." Hu slapped his hands. "But so, within a hundred miles, there must be an ex-girlfriend of him. No way, he is too handsome."

"I'm pretty good." Zhao Yun took another sentence.

"Forget it, don't touch the handsome character." The eight-character Hu squinted at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't speak any more, his honor now is indeed too popular, thrown in the crowd, grabbing a lot of people, but his previous face is still very handsome.

This is the truth, and Moon God can testify.

Her disciples are quite feminine.

After the episode, the speed of the two increased sharply, there were so many quick-run symbols, and the eight-character Hu was still bored, Zhao Yun was still so motivated, and he had been studying the clone technique all the way, how effective it was.

Night, quietly dispersed.

This night, it was still not peaceful.

Those who chased the dream butterfly met a few more waves. The two of them also fought with one of them. They were defeated, not singled out, but unable to stand up to gang fights. Who can beat the seven or eight Xuanyang peaks? Fortunately, the legs and feet of the two of them were numb enough.

In the early morning, the warm sun poured down on the earth.

The two of them did not stop. They looked at the map several times, and they were very close to the end. The dream butterfly in the Lord of the Rings has begun to melt. The power of the suspended animation pill is gradually fading. Every time it fades, the ice will melt one point. Ji then trembled slightly, quite a posture of vomiting Mengdie.

Zheng! Zheng!

Jianming sounded frequently, from Zhao Yun's clone.

During the night of sprinting, he did not waste his time. He played the clone deeper. Not only could he speak, but he could also perform simple sword moves. This was a major breakthrough. If he continued to practice, he would surely be able to display many secret techniques. It might be really helpful to fight in the future.

"What a **** evildoer."

Like this sentence, the eight-character Hu has said it many times.

The evildoer in the mouth is talking about Zhao Yun, the talent of the true spirit realm, it is too scary, the broken clone spell has been gradually evolved to become complete by him, and he will definitely not be able to do it. It seems that human There is still a difference with people, talent! What a good thing.

puff!

The clone disappeared again.

This time, Zhao Yun did not continue to study, but looked towards the Lord of the Rings. Mengdie’s ice seal has mostly dissipated, and the Lord of the Rings trembled more and more. It won’t take long for Mengdie to spit out. Don’t be alive. A tendon, as long as it can breathe, it does not leave any.

"The old man pinches and counts, it should be that mountain."

Panting for breath, Hu Zihu pointed to the front, and the mountains were already in sight.

The birthplace of Wangchuan River is that mountain, and at the end is the hometown of Mengdie.

Zhao Yun took the lead, and Hu followed suit.

At the deepest point, there is really an ancient town, surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is not accurate to call it an ancient town. It is more real to say that a larger village is more real. Both of them walked in and watched as they walked. There is no one inhabited here. It should be people who have not lived for many years. , Everywhere in disarray, on both sides of the street, many collapsed houses, and overgrown with weeds, covered with dead leaves, at a glance, it is full of loneliness and desolation.

"Sure it's this?"

Ba Zi Hu muttered and glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun nodded lightly, his eyebrows were slightly frowned. He thought that there were many fireworks in the world, but when he arrived here, he realized that it was a desolation. Has Mengdie's hometown and home suffered a catastrophe? And her relatives, did they die or migrate? Such an ancient town isolated from the rest of the world...no one can be seen.

Hum!

With a trembling, the Mengdie Ring was sent out.

Zhao Yun dragged it with one hand, poured a gentle strand of true essence into Mengdie's body, dispelling the last trace of medicinal power, and whispered, "Girl, it's your home."

Mengdie's body trembled lightly and slowly opened her eyes.

Xu died once, perhaps because it is hard to believe this picture. After opening her eyes, she was stunned for a long time, staring blankly, the grass is lingering, into the desolation of the eyes, where is the home in her memory, and the memory Where are all the people in the hometown, she is the only one left?

"How...how could this be."

Mengdie took a step forward, already tearful.

Her lotus steps were a bit unstable, she stumbled all the way, watched all the way, and tried her best to call out, trying to find a trace of tenderness, but her hoarse hissing did not get the slightest response.

Hey!

Ba Zi Hu sighed and sat on the ruins.

He is not as reliable as him, and there are some poor oirans in Drunken Dream Tower. The hometown she desperately wants to return to is no longer the home in her memory. So lonely and confused, **** it is more terrible than death.

Zhao Yun also lamented, only watching quietly.

He could clearly feel the state of mind of Mengdie at this moment.

The long-cherished wish to go home, the obsession to go home, are all in exchange for a piece of devastation. I don’t know how many years have been abandoned here, and the people here and her family have also been buried for many years. The last person in my hometown is afraid I can only watch the years and find the poor memory.

The reality is that it is so cruel, and the wind is so cold.

When he found Mengdie, the white-haired girl was desperately digging in a collapsed brick house, with white hair scattered, like a lunatic, she didn’t know what she was looking for, maybe she was looking for the bones of her relatives. , Maybe it's looking for the tenderness in the memory, the devil is so dazed to forget the pain.

"girl."

Zhao Yun called out, but received no response.

Eight-character Hu also came, and glanced up and down. This tiled house should be Mengdie's home.

No, she is not looking for something, but digging a grave.

Zhao Yun finally understood that Mengdie was digging a grave for himself.

When you arrive at your hometown, you are home. This is the place where he was born and raised her, and the leaves should return to their roots.

But she still fell down, her life span was exhausted, and her last force was exhausted.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and gently lifted her up and instilled the useless true essence. I only hope that this girl will die not so painful, and her desolation hidden the last trace of beauty in the world.

"My son, thank you."

Mengdie’s pale smile was exhausted and tender, and her long snow-white hair covered half of her cheeks. Her clear and clean eyes were also stained with indelible turbidity, only hazy and blurred. In the middle, his ordinary face was carved into his soul.

"There is a last wish." Zhao Yun asked.

"The fallen leaves return to their roots." Mengdie smiled.

"it is good."

"In the next life...I wish to be a butterfly, just to flutter for you... to dance for you..."