After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Meng Canglang: ?

The young man thought hesitantly.

If he read it right, Senior Ma from Kunshan threw out Fellow Daoist Lu?

Senior Ma Huaizhen... threw out fellow Daoist Lu Cixian?

On behalf of Chongde Ancient Garden, Meng Canglang, a young and upright young man, "Canglang Sword", who came to participate in the Three Religions Dharma Conference, his world view has been refreshed one after another in just a few days, and his heart has been shaken wildly.

It hurts.

Qiao Wan just got up from the ground, and when he looked up, a cold spear tip was in the center of the mouth.

At the moment of crisis, Ma Huaizhen drank lightly: "Come here!"

Qiao Wan only felt that her whole body was light again, as if she had been sucked back by something, and when she turned her head, she slammed into Ma Huaizhen's disfigured cool face.

Running into Ma Huaizhen in a ghost city is as terrifying as facing the centipede bodhisattva.

Qiao Wan's scalp exploded, and she stammered, "Pre... Senior?"

The man raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly fell behind Qiao Wan like a falcon, his eyes changed suddenly, and he threw Qiao Wan out of his hand again.

After moving a few fingers, Qiao Wanwu in the other hand was superb.

Qiao Wan opened his eyes again, and he rose up into the air again, rising several dozen meters all the way, like a lightning bolt, and hammered down a circle of Yin soldiers on the ground!

Ma Huaizhen lifted his eyelids and commented lightly: "It's okay."

Known as the **** of Kunshan, Ma Huaizhen, the head of the Hall of Fame, did not feel at all how immoral it was to take the younger generation out as a meteor hammer. .

Everyone who witnessed the whole process:  …

Fang Lingqing: The Demon God of Kunshan is so terrifying...

Noticing that there was still no movement around him, Ma Huaizhen raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you run?!"

Xie Xing stopped, and wanted to say something.

Ma Huaizhen hooked his lips into a smile, and his eyes were full of suffocation: "I told you to leave, but you won't leave, why? You can't believe me?"

Xie Xingzhi frowned slightly.

However, Ma Huaizhen was an elder after all, and he came here specially to save a few of their elders.

Xie Xingzhi saluted in a deep voice: "Junior doesn't mean this, thank you for saving your life, senior, we will leave now."

Fang Lingqing was stunned: "This... is this gone?"

What about Lu Cixian?

He turned his head to look at Qiao Wan.

Leave it alone? !

Ma Huaizhen said sadly: "Lu Cixian has me watching, what are you afraid of?"

Fang Lingqing: It's just because you're watching it that you're more worried!

Ma Huaizhen raised his hand, maneuvered Qiao Wan flexibly to avoid the tip of the gun, turned his head and asked with a smile, "What? Still worried?"

Taking a panoramic view of this scene, Bai Shanhu nodded slightly towards Ma Huaizhen and turned around: "Xiaofang, let's go."

Chongde Ancient Garden belongs to the Confucian Sect, and Confucian scholars have always attached more importance to the "ritual". Fang Lingqing, who has never seen Ma Huaizhen's brutality, was laughed at by this gloomy smile, and his scalp was suddenly numb.

How did this Kunshan disciple live under Ma Huaizhen's hands? !

Fang Lingqing and the others withdrew.

The corner of Ma Huaizhen's eyes fell on Wang Ruyi.

Wang Ruyi and Yu Xingzhi did not move.

"you two?"

Calmly passed Wang Ruyi, mainly asking Yu Xingzhi. After all, the little girl in the wedding dress in front of her didn't look like a living person.

Yu Xingzhi bowed in silence and bowed: "Junior, I hope to walk with senior."

His junior brother and junior sister died in vain, at least, he couldn't just go back so unclearly, otherwise how would he explain to Elder Lu.

The two were unwilling to leave, and Ma Huaizhen stopped talking, withdrew his attention, his eyes were deep, and he was focused on dealing with the sinister soldiers on the long street in front of him.

Still use Qiao Wan in his hand.

Ma Huaizhen swept his eyes coldly and sternly at the dark soldiers on the street in front of him.

These yin soldiers were wearing blood-stained armor, and the jade plaques hanging on their waists were basically worn out, and there were not a few missing arms and legs. This armor Ma Huaizhen is very familiar. It is a standard hundreds of years ago. At that time, when the Cultivation World and the Demon Domain were fighting, it was unified by the Lu family, one of the three great families, to deal with various battlefield environments.

The army in front of him was a soldier hundreds of years ago.

However, at the beginning, almost the entire cultivation world was involved in this war, and the number of dead and wounded troops was countless. Even Ma Huaizhen couldn't tell which one it was from just looking at the system.

The Yin Soldier's face was pale, and only the resentment and killing intent were boiling over his body.

kill!

To kill to kill!

The horn of Yoyo from hundreds of years ago sounded, and the sound of swords colliding with soldiers reappeared. The entire long street was reduced to a **** battlefield a hundred years ago, and this army was still rushing to death.

During the interval when Ma Huaizhen was repeatedly thrown out as a meteor hammer, Qiao Wan turned around with difficulty and decided to save herself and become a "hammer" with ideals and pursuits.

Behind him, a broken old halberd slashed toward his heart.

When Ma Huaizhen saw this, the transport envoy Qiao Wan changed her direction and made a 180-degree turn in midair. Qiao Wan reached out and grabbed the old halberd in her hand.

Ma Huaizhen's eyes narrowed, his fingertips moved slightly, and a majestic spiritual power quickly penetrated from Qiao Wan's feet to the whole body. Under the agitation of this spiritual power, Qiao Wan held the old halberd and shot at the Yin soldiers like a sharp arrow. go.

Work in perfect harmony.

Even Ma Huaizhen was a little surprised.

Over the years, many people have been casually used by him as a weapon, and Lu Cixian is the second one who has won his heart.

As for the first one, that is Qiao Wan.

But even if Qiao Wan, it was only after he had practiced it hundreds of times before he saw a long memory.

This can't blame Ma Huaizhen for being too immoral.

After all, he is severely disabled. He has no legs to walk or jump, no arms to use a knife or a sword, and can only use all the items at hand.

Ma Huaizhen's eyes flashed slightly.

Back then, he used a knife.

It wasn't like now. Hundreds of years ago, the battle was too fierce, and the cultivation world suffered a large number of battle losses, and they were used to seeing their comrades missing arms and legs. Even if Ma Huaizhen lost his face, arms and legs, and tossed into this state, not many people would have time to take care of him.

As long as you're alive, that's what everyone thinks.

But most did not survive.

Often, one second his comrade-in-arms was standing in front of him talking, and the next second, he was bitten by the beast, and blood splashed all over his face. Sometimes if you are lucky, you can get back a little bit from the beast's mouth. It's really a little bit. It's not a sleeve or a hand. It's lucky to be able to get back half of the broken body.

Coming out of this kind of battlefield, it is not bad to be alive, as for the disfigurement, arms and legs, that is a fart.

Even with this kind of virtue, Ma Huaizhen didn't lose his head. He gritted his teeth and roared and wrapped his arms and legs again. After climbing out of the battlefield, he began to wonder what else he could do after "abandoning the knife".

In the end, it only took him just two months of hard work to make him practice the "solitary soldier" he is now.

His gaze fell on the shadowy soldier in front of him.

The blood-stained shattered battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the word "summer" could be vaguely seen.

Until it was a last resort, Ma Huaizhen really didn't want to deal with the gang of ghost soldiers in front of him.

To be able to survive, to live with this attitude to the present, Ma Huaizhen is not too sentimental, even the little **** that Qiao Wan jumped off the Taixu Peak, did not let this ruthless **** shed a tear .

But these are all dead heroes.

When a person dies and the Dao disappears, the soul may become a lonely ghost or a reincarnation. Only a very small number of people have the opportunity to cultivate into a ghost. There must be someone refining behind this batch of Yin soldiers!

He died tragically before he was alive, and he could not respect the rest after death.

Ma Huaizhen's eyes turned cold, and the half-grimace looked even more eerie in the darkness.

"go!"

Suddenly, Ma Huaizhen was copied under his arm again, Qiao Wan stuck his head out: "Senior won't fight anymore?!"

"Go...where?"

Ma Huaizhen rolled the wheelchair, and the two wheels flew out like a gallop.

The man's cold voice came through Ye Feng: "Go and find out what's going on behind this."

Seeing the wheelchair hurricane in the long and silent night, Wang Ruyi also wrapped up Yu Xingzhi and jumped up.

It felt very uncomfortable to be copied in my hand, especially Ma Huaizhen almost drove the wheelchair to a high speed of 200 yards.

Qiao Wan's stomach was surging for a while, and she raised her hand with difficulty: "Former...Senior...I want to go to the inn to have a look first."

Ma Huaizhen concentrated on "driving", with a gleam out of the corner of his eye.

With this look, Qiao Wan immediately understood what Ma Huai really meant, which meant: make it clear.

Qiao Wan said solemnly: "The inn may have clues."

Ma Huaizhen turned the car around decisively.

...

in front of the inn.

Throwing Qiao Wan on the ground, the man asked, "This is it."

Wang Ruyi dragged Yu Xingzhi and hurriedly arrived: "It's right here."

The inn was empty and deserted, and there was no bolt on the door. The door was open, and the scene inside could be seen at a glance.

Ma Huaizhen frowned: "Run?"

Wang Ruyi shook his head: "At this time, Boss Yan is estimated to be in Denghuo Township."

"Ghost markets are no better than other places. They usually don't open until after noon. As soon as Yinshi arrives, Boss Yan will take Xiao Shi to run outside, and often he will not come back until noon."

Ma Huaizhen grasped the key points sharply: "Xiao Shi?"

Wang Ruyi: "It's the guy in the inn."

Ma Huaizhen frowned: "There are only two living people in this inn?"

Wang Ruyi answered honestly: "I have been here for hundreds of years, and I have only seen Boss Yan and Xiao Shi."

"That's right." Ma Huaizhen didn't blink, "I'll take this opportunity to go in and have a look."

Searching a family without people's consent is a bit degrading, but I have been with Ma Huaizhen for a long time, and I know that this man has always been unscrupulous to achieve his goals, not to mention the extraordinary times and extraordinary means. Lift your feet and leave.

Action is extremely skilled.

Ma Huaizhen leaned on the wheelchair and glanced at the back of the young man calmly.

This Lu Cixian really reminded him of a little bastard, but now is not the time to struggle with this.

No more delays either, rolling your wheelchair and going around.

This inn has only two floors.

Reach out and touch.

Tables, chairs, and armrests are made of willow wood. A long willow table is placed in front of the stairs. A few flowers are inserted into brass bottles on the table.

Ma Huaizhen took a few steps back behind the threshold, his eyes darkened slightly, and he rolled his wheelchair and turned out of the inn.

...

the other compartment.

Qiao Wan went upstairs with the sword. As soon as he went upstairs, he could see a few willow boxes stacked at the corner of the stairs.

Squat down and look.

Unexpectedly, it was not locked, and it was only sealed one by one with nails.

The willow box in front of me looked a little familiar, it was a little longer than an ordinary box, the lid showed a slight smooth arc, and the two ends were not the same height.

At this moment, Qiao Wan's whole body shuddered violently, and his mind was buzzing uncontrollably again.

Open it up and take a look.

Just take a look.

The idea that was almost the same as that of the Yin Soldier when he was a child spewed out.

Qiao Wan clenched her teeth slightly, desperately resisting, the Qingming still in her heart told her not to open.

At least not now.

But almost in the blink of an eye, the desire to "open" the first chapter: hope, successfully overwhelmed everything.

Qiao Wan opened one of the willow boxes in front of her.

As soon as the willow box was opened, a box of corpses came into view.

On the top was a human head with closed eyes, barely able to tell that it was a man. In addition, the limbs and torso were all cut into pieces and neatly packed in a wooden box.

A blood-stained jade plaque was placed on top of the corpse.

"Jing...Yongxin..."

"Qingyunzong..."

"Twenty-four years..."

...

outside the inn.

The man slapped the wheelchair, dragged half of his leg, jumped in the air, and rose to a height of more than 30 feet.

Falling back into the wheelchair, Ma Huaizhen's face changed suddenly, and he shouted to Yu Xingzhi beside him, "Where's Lu Cixian?!"

"Go and call Lu Cixian out!"

Overlooking the inn in mid-air, the roof has a smooth arc, and the two ends are inconsistent.

Almost at a glance, Ma Huaizhen recognized what it was.

This is not an inn at all, this is a coffin!