The Heavens: From Knowing Whether You Rule the World

Chapter 131 Capture Lu Xueqi!

Chapter 131 Capture Lu Xueqi!
Ghost King Sect

The cool breeze and the green fields as far as the eye can see make people feel relaxed.

Zhang Xiaofan was walking on the white jade stone. People were coming and going in the distance, which made him feel a little confused.

It seemed that there was no point for him to stay in the Ghost King Sect, but he had to stay.

Because Qingyun doesn't want him anymore.

I just don't know how my seventh senior brother is doing and how my master is doing?
"Xiao Fan."

A green figure slowly walked to his side, holding a small white flower in his hand, as crystal clear as jade.

Bi Yao smiled and patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder, saying, "Those people in the righteous way are all hypocritical hypocrites. They are not as good as the Holy Church, who are happy, free and straightforward."

Zhang Xiaofan wanted to refute, but when he thought about what happened in Cao Miao Village and the fact that Tianyin Temple was still not coming out, the words came to his lips but he didn't say anything.

"Zhang Xiaofan, follow me."

At this moment, a figure flashed by, elegant and majestic, it was the Ghost King.

However, his face was too pale and he looked seriously injured.

Zhang Xiaofan was startled, then slowly walked over.

The Ghost King turned around and walked forward slowly, "Have you ever heard of the Heavenly Book?"

"The Heavenly Book? The evil sect's skills, I am a righteous man"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to remember something, but he said nothing more.

"Haha! Whether it's the righteous way or the evil way, you have to slowly get familiar with it. The Ghost King Sect's huge foundation must be passed down after all."

The Ghost King sighed. The demise of Kuiniu and the failure of more than a hundred years of planning left him physically and mentally exhausted.

The power of Taiqing Realm and Zhuxian Ancient Sword made him admire, but more of it was fear.

Such power of heaven and earth makes it impossible for people to resist.

Even the Ghost King had his doubts. Even if the Four Spirits Blood Formation was completed, it might not be able to compare to the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

Not to mention, Kuiniu has been lost and the Four Spirits Blood Formation is hopeless.

Damn God, is he kidding me?

The Ghost King sighed again, he was tired.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing
Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

The night is deep.

The mountain breeze blew, and the water beside the Rainbow Bridge rippled slightly. The crescent moon hung upside down in the sky, and the pool sparkled.

Under the moonlight, beside the clear water, an elegant and gentle young man sat on a stone bench, quietly watching the flowing water and occasionally sipping tea.

The gray monkey was naughty and lively. He held one or two fruits and started to eat them happily. The big yellow dog wagged its tail and ran around from time to time.

Lu Xueqi looked at this scene from afar, and the past memories came to her mind like smoke.

The life-and-death friendship of the Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave, the common advance and retreat of the Dead Spirit Abyss, the power of Liubo Mountain to kill the enemy, the advance and retreat together of Qingyun Mountain, and the power to fight against the demons and monsters.

Deep in her heart, an indescribable tenderness suddenly welled up, as if that young man was the person she admired and loved all her life, and even if she had to go through countless hardships for him, she would not hesitate and would never regret it.

This glance, this moment, seems to be eternity!

The mountain breeze blew across the water and passed by her side, holding its breath and stopping making any sound, gently ruffling her clothes and hair, against her snow-white skin.

"Junior brother, are you sad for Junior Brother Zhang Xiaofan?"

The cold voice had a hint of gentleness, a gentleness that belonged only to one person.

Chu Hong turned slightly, his eyes flashing with a hint of light.

That face was that of a beautiful and unique woman in the world, absolutely beautiful and cold, yet also implying a hint of gentleness and care.

That beautiful figure is so charming that one cannot help but sink into it.

Chu Hong smiled and sighed again, "Yes! Zhang Xiaofan!"

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, walked forward slowly, and stood quietly beside him, saying nothing, but it made people feel at ease for some reason.

"Xiao Fan, back then, when I was at the sixth level of Jade Purity, I went to Heyang to visit my elder brother. I left in one day and returned in three days."

Chu Hong sighed and spoke slowly, as if he had grown up overnight and had gained some dignity and otherworldliness.

Lu Xueqi just listened quietly and said nothing.

She wanted to know him, know him, understand him!

"From Heyang to Qingyun, my return route did not pass through Caomiao Village. But a divine thunder that rose to the sky surprised me.

That was the Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder. I thought Elder Qingyun was subduing demons and monsters, so I flew in that direction. Unfortunately, it was too slow.

When I arrived, Caomiao Village had been massacred by the monk Puzhi from Tianyin Temple. At that time, he was like a god or a demon, and blood was all over the village. I went to report to my master and found the survivors Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu. "

Chu Hong's expression was filled with sighs, "Perhaps, if I had gone earlier, I would have had a chance to stop this evil."

The breeze blew, and her clothes fluttered slightly. Lu Xueqi's cold eyes moved slightly, and she couldn't help but speak out, "But, Pu Zhi is one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, and his cultivation is comparable to that of the chief of the seven sects. You are going there."

As soon as she said this, she was stunned again. It didn't seem right to say this, right?

Chu Hong looked at Lu Xueqi, who rarely showed hesitation, smiled slightly, and said, "Yeah! It's useless to go."

Lu Xueqi suddenly felt as if she had added fuel to the fire. She moved slightly and wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

"Xiao Fan was born in a peasant family. His village was destroyed all of a sudden. He was helpless and became a coward."

Chu Hong smiled gently, not seeming to mind the behavior of adding fuel to the fire, "Xiao Fan is dull."

The moon and stars are sparse and the breeze is gentle.

Under the moonlight, the young man spoke slowly and calmly, and the cold person listened quietly.

".Who would have thought that he was interested in the demon cult witch?"

Chu Hong sighed deeply, full of regret.

"Junior brother, this is not your fault. Who could have thought that Zhang Xiaofan's matter would turn out like this?"

Lu Xueqi took a step forward gently, just looked at Chu Hong, and comforted him in a soft voice.

Chu Hong's eyes gradually deepened, he stood up and looked into the distance, "Not strange?"

"No wonder!"

Lu Xueqi's tone was full of determination, and her cold words became gentle.

The fairy from heaven fell into the mortal world.

Chu Hong was startled, turned around slightly, and stared at the beautiful woman two steps away.

The wind blew the treetops, and their bodies swayed gently in the night breeze.

No one spoke, just stared quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe a long time.

He seemed to have some concerns, but he seemed to have overcome them.

He slowly stretched out his right hand and touched the fair face of the ethereal and clear figure.

The person standing in the wind was startled, his body trembled slightly, but he did not dodge.

despair!
He touched it!

Cool and soft!
Lu Xueqi moved slightly and bit her lips to keep herself cold and her vision clear.

Whose figure is flickering in those bright eyes?

Chu Hong!

Whose heart is beating like this, beating violently in the long-cold body; the faint care and tenderness that have been silent for a long time, is as hot as a flame, burning in the chest!
She looked at him, feeling a little nervous.

He looked at her with clear and bright eyes.

Her somewhat nervous heart slowly calmed down, but was no longer cold.

Suddenly, she raised her head slightly and looked at the sky.

The wind blew her soft and beautiful hair and brushed her fair cheeks.

Is it raining slowly in the sky?

Slowly, he kissed her.

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but the struggle within her heart prevented her from dodging.

She clutched a strand of clothing tightly, held her breath, and closed her eyes.

Maybe it was a long time, maybe it was just a moment.

Warm and soft!
"It's raining!"

She opened her eyes gently with a complicated expression.

The cold voice remains, but mixed with tenderness.