Too Early

Qin Haoxuan just wanted to ask Huang Long for his teaching and greetings. Huang Long’s teaching was a wave of hands: “I will talk later. Let’s see your Master...”

Qin Haoxuan also refused to continue to maintain courtesy in front of Huanglong’s teachings. He quickly approached the strange bed that resembled jade and jade, like stone and stone. He slowly squatted down and looked at the old man who had the candle in the wind.

Master...Hao Xuan...coming back...

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Qin Haoxuan couldn’t help but sigh.

"Master..." Qin Haoxuan spit out a few words in his mouth, and he could not help but swallow his throat.

If there is no teaching of the scorpion, there is no encouragement when the scorpion is extinct, even if he consumes Shouyuan, he must also obtain a more advanced spiritual method for him. How can Qin Haoxuan have the results today, how to Can you have such a tough heart today?

The scorpion is undoubtedly the big tree that shelters the wind and rains on the road of Qin Haoxuan. In the heart of Qin Haoxuan, Xunzi was the role of Yi Shi and his father. Seeing the old gentlemen of the past, now they can only lie in bed and die, and teach Qin Haoxuan how not heartache.

At this time, the original dying, like the scorpion of the candle in the wind, actually opened the turbid eyes, gray-haired scorpion fixedly stared at Qin Haoxuan. The next moment, the wrinkled face touched a faint smile.

This smile is like the sun shining in front of Qin Haoxuan.

Qin Haoxuan’s heart was hot and he turned back to Huanglong’s real humanity: “Master, my master should still have a rescue... He opened his eyes...”

Huang Long lived to listen to Qin Haoxuan’s fanatical words, his face sighed a little, sighed faintly, and shook his head silently... This is just the last time to return to the light... The time of the scorpion... It’s time...

Qin Haoxuan’s heart is bleeding. He desperately took out the dragon scale sword, which flashed a glimpse of the fine mans, and suddenly his hand appeared seven or eight kinds of elixir.

As soon as these elixir appeared, they spread a lot of strong scent like milk. Two of the elixir even produced the strange things of the spirit, and the scent of the medicine formed two chubby, round, cute baby shadows in the air. These elixir are all picked by Qin Haoxuan in the poisonous acupoints of the Pure Tomb of the Emperor of the Pure King. Every kind of elixir got the mundane world, and it was enough to shock the world. Even Huang Long’s teachings saw it, and he could not help but secretly exclaimed.

Qin Haoxuan grabbed the elixir and was about to use the spiritual power to extract the medicinal essence and transport it to the scorpion. At this time, Huang Long couldn't help but speak out.

"Qin Haoxuan, the younger brother of Xunzi is already in the body of the five people, and I can only use the odd array to resist the power of reincarnation. You are now completely useless to give him the elixir, and even accelerate the death of his body. Force, let him die!"

Qin Haoxuan heard the heart suddenly, the power of death? I have just been sorrowful and have no calm in my mind. Now, when I calm down and think carefully, I know that Huang Long’s real person is not false.

The way of the sky... unpredictable!

The power of death... Invisible, but powerless!

Heaven and Man are five! Hugh said that according to the classics left by the ancestors, it is the sky... there will be five days of decline! Heaven is inevitable, and people call it?

How is it like the king of the fairy? It is not the last time to sit in the Feng Shui Tomb, in order to use the power of heaven and earth to come back to life! What's more, the master's nephew is not only the repair of more than thirty leaves, such as today's five-year-old episode...

"I know the things of the spirit, I know..." Huang Long said softly: "The nephew had served before, and there was still inventory left in the teaching. But it didn't work..."

Qin Haoxuan’s heart sank... Lingye! I still have a little bit in my hands... I used to secretly use Master to make life extensions. I never thought... Now even the waters are...

The scorpion also shook his head, and the amplitude was undetectable. Although he couldn't speak, he looked at Qin Haoxuan's eyes with a warm smile, as if he had understood Qin Haoxuan's sincere heart.

At this time, in the clean room, it was already full of natural disciples who followed. All people have sadness on their faces, their eyes are red, and their eyes of concern condense on the old and the young in front of the bed.

The scorpion struggled to lift the dry arm and pointed to the old black medicine scorpion on the bedside table. This medicine is made of the most precious **** jade, which is usually used to hold the most rare elixir of the natural hall.

Then the scorpion slowly pointed to the natural disciples around, and finally the index finger finally pointed to Qin Haoxuan. In the muddy eyes of the old man, the tears slid across his face and it was already tears.

Seeing the face of the scorpion full of tears, Qin Haoxuan couldn't help it anymore, and couldn't help but hold his eyes. The salty and wet liquid in the finger joints, such as broken pearls, rolled down.

"Master...the disciple knows...you know..." Qin Haoxuan nodded hard.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

With the teacher and the disciple, he will not understand the mind of the blind man. A look that has enabled him to read what Master wants to say. There are the elixir that the teachers and brothers used to honour Master, but Master has been reluctant to eat and has been there.

‘After I die, I will give them back to them...’

Seeing Qin Haoxuan's thoughts on his face, the tears on his face gradually dried up, revealing a hint of gratification - it seems that Hao Xuan is a child, and it is really one of the few people in the world who can understand him.

The face of the scorpion twitched slightly, as if it was a strong pain, as if the arm of the cassia stick was lifted up again, pointing to the sky, and pointing to the yard outside, the eyes gradually clear, set Looking at Qin Haoxuan.

‘I want to go out... look... I’ll see this day... this place...’

"Master... I understand... I know..."

Qin Haoxuan was a little confused. He was not the first time he had passed away from his loved ones. But when he really saw the scorpion, the power of the dragons in the weekdays did not know how to lift the master.

despair! Qin Haoxuan has never had such a moment of desperation like this, that is, in the tomb of the Xianwang, he once tried his best for the first-line vitality!

Qin Haoxuan wants to give this day a gimmick, wants to give this place a slap, and is willing to use his ten years of life to change Master's one year or even one day!

"Hao Xuan... Don't panic..." Huang Longzhen whispered in the ear of Qin Haoxuan: "Don't let your Master go so uneasy, calm, don't let him have regrets, worry."

"I know... I know... I know..."

Qin Haoxuan’s machinery nodded like a garlic, and he carefully extended his arms to hold the scorpion into his arms, this hug! It is extremely light!

People will die, and the bodies are often heavy.

However, the body of the scorpion is extremely light, and how light a thin piece of paper does not have a little weight, as if there is only one breath left in the body. The old man who had long been supposed to go to Xian, but dragged on such a body, waited for him to return.

Qin Haoxuan couldn't help but clench his lower lip, and his mouth was full of blood. Even if it is so painful, it still can't alleviate his inner pain. Slowly walked to the empty yard, you can see the waterfall of the Milky Way slamming from the distant mountains, and the momentum is huge. The waterfall splatters out the transpiration water mist, and under the raging sun in autumn, it shows a magnificent rainbow bridge, which is magnificent.

The blind man looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mouth couldn't help but smile a little, and looked at the blue sky. His eyes finally condensed on Qin Haoxuan's face, his smile was more peaceful, his palm lifted slightly, as if he was carrying a heavy mountain peak, slowly to Qin Haoxuan. The face touched.

The bark-like skinny palms rubbed a few times on the firm and masculine young face. The smile on the face of the donkey was even stronger, and the eyes in the pupil were brighter and full of gratification.

Suddenly, "啪", the hand hangs down and never moves.

Qin Haoxuan was in a stiff state, and there seemed to be something collapsed in his heart. Slowly bowed his head and stared at the old man in his arms, and immediately closed his eyes.

This time, he did not cry.

"Master, Xian passed away." A word, as if using the power of the whole body to squeeze the words out of the throat.

The natural disciples around, the red eyes of the eyes finally burst into tears. “哗啦”, everyone refused to sneak into the place where Qin Haoxuan was located, and buried his head on the ground.

There is no crying of the sky, and even the sound of weeping is hard to hear in this natural hall.

Silent... sometimes more powerful than sound.

This day... For many people, there is already preparation.

However, when it comes to the moment, those preparations seem to have no use at all.

Huang Long looked at the gradually stiff body of Qin Haoxuan's arms. It was like being old for decades. The original black hair was already white, and the tall and straight body was also restrained~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In vain weakened a section.

Another person is gone...

People of the same generation are getting less and less...

Huang Long looked at the body of the scorpion... Although I have been trying to help the nature hall for many years, other churches are watching, and the power of the nature hall is really too weak. The scorpion is seemingly modest but also has a very early age. Some bones and arrogance, any extra care will be blocked outside the natural hall.

The punishment is seen in the eye, thinking darkly. If Qin Haoxuan died in front of himself and died in front of himself, would he be like Huanglong?

After all, Huang Longzhen is a teacher who teaches in the early days, and it will be sorrowful and emotional, and the heart will be shaken. After a while, his face was gone, and he took a deep breath, and his depressed body became quite straight.

When I went to teach, I went to Qin Haoxuan, who was not moving like a stone sculpture. I patted him on the shoulder and wanted to say some comfort words. However, Qin Haoxuan said faintly: "Teaching...I... ... can hold it... hold it... support..."

Huang Long’s real hand gently held Qin Haoxuan’s back. The young man said that he could hold it and almost fainted...

"I... can hold it..." Qin Haoxuan lifted his head down, I don't know when... The face was already full of tears, and he nodded there, repeating the phrase 'I hold it up Live ', this is not known to be repeated a few times.

Can... the people who really support it will repeat it over and over again? Huang Long wants to say something comforting, but he also knows what to say.

"Do not just hold your master, the hall should be ready..." Huang Long held Qin Haoxuan's back with one hand and asked Ye Yiming.

"The hall has been arranged for a long time, just waiting for the owner to hold Master into the shack. Everything else is ready." Ye Yiming wiped the tears in his eyes...