The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1293

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
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Xiao Wuzhen: I was surprised, for a while, I couldn’t think of why this wild cat suddenly stopped stealing.
In her world, the three closest people, the teacher is like a father, the brother is cold and unsympathetic, only Ye Ling is good and bad to her, often making her cry and laugh.
She grew up in the mountains, and since she was twelve or thirteen years old, she has been ignorant of her children’s personal feelings, and she has secretly promised, Ye Ling is none other than Ye Ling.
Only once, when she saw another teenager, did she know that maybe Ye Ling was not the only choice in her life.
But as the young man left, as time passed, the girl’s hazy feelings were brought back to reality.
Ye Ling’s temperament took a turn at that time, and it was purely a prank to make fun of her, and then it became a harassment to her body and mind.
The wind blowing in the canyon was mixed with Fang, she sighed faintly, followed a few steps and followed behind him.
He walked hurriedly, not daring to look back, as if there were ghosts behind him, as soon as he looked back, his soul was captured.
After a while, Xiao Wu’s singing reverberated in the mountains and forests: “The grass on the mountain, the roadside is green, the plants in the plate are like snow, the flowers are like jade, and the leaves are like belts…”
Ye Ling meditated in her heart, worshiping the moon, only thin shadows are not old, the lonely leaves in the empty valley sweep the moss, the wind is pity, and the fragrance goes to nine days away, with a heart: cultivating the Tao and carrying the immortal grass.
The singing is clear, piercing a bluestone path, flying over the shade of peach trees, and gently turning to the depths of willow smoke.
He stepped on the green slate with bare feet, a trace of coolness penetrated through the soles of his feet, penetrated into the trousers, and penetrated into his mind.
The distance from irritability to tranquility in the mind is only separated by three or five miles, Chunxiang.
Walking leisurely in the misty flower rain and the distant light songs, Ye Ling’s turbulent emotions were already at peace when he walked to Qingyun Bridge.
Under the Qingyun Bridge is a small stream, the still water is deep and clear as a mirror.
After crossing the bridge, you can see the old ancestral hall of Youfeng Village. It is said that many years ago, a Taoist monk came from nowhere, lived here, and then disappeared.
There is a hidden cave in the back mountain, the clouds are deep and foggy, and there are woodcutters and hunters who get lost and enter by mistake. I have seen a person with a fairy style and a bone.
There is an old street in front of the old ancestral hall. Several houses with blue bricks and black tiles, wooden doors and bamboo windows are scattered on the green grassy slopes. The eaves and columns are brightly painted with tung oil.
The bluestone street is full of leaves and flowers, and the breeze is gentle, and it is spotless.
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Ye Ling sat down on a piece of bluestone at the head of the bridge: When Xiao Wupingting’s figure approached, he said solemnly: “Xiao Wu, there is one thing I have to do. If you can’t come back, don’t wait for me.”
A few days ago, Xiao Wu went to the deep valley to collect herbs, and found a stone cave in which a white jade Ganoderma lucidum grew.
Ordinary Ganoderma lucidum has a deep color, and it is red and purple if it is not yellowish brown.
It is said that the king of Qinglong is suffering from a strange disease, and he has been looking for magic medicine and medicine. Now that he has a thousand-year-old Zhijing essence, Xiao Yihan decides to bring three 3 apprentices and go to Qinglong City.
During the rest on the way, the four masters and apprentices drank tea, and all of them were poisoned and coma. When everyone woke up leisurely, the white jade ganoderma had disappeared.
In a fit of anger, Xiao Yihan punished two male disciples, one was locked in Muyu Cave, the other was thinking about it, and Xiao Wu was also banned from going out.
The place where the incident took place was a tree-lined path not far from the foot of the mountain, and there were empty hills and plains for dozens of miles around, and people were rare.
The black hand must be one of the four, there is no doubt about it, excluding Xiao Yihan and Xiao Wu, the only suspects are Xiao Feng and Ye Ling.
Xiao Wu knew who the black hand was and where the Baiyu Lingzhi was hidden.
Xiao Wu didn’t drink tea, but brought pond water with her.
She was drinking water at the time, and did not drink tea, so she was not in a coma, but she had to pretend.
“If I don’t come back today, I’ll probably never… come back, don’t wait for me and don’t think about me.”
“Oh, I don’t want to.”
Xiao Wu spread out her hands and waited for a petal that fluttered in the wind to fall in her palms. Her face was as pure and clear as pear blossoms after the rain, showing a slight sadness.
Ye Ling jumped up and whispered, “Xiao Wu, I’m leaving.”
Xiao Wu looked at the back of him flying away, sighed, and blew the petals from the palm of the hand down the stream, the flowers and water, gurgling away.
After a few moments, on the stone path where Ye Ling left, a middle-aged man in a white robe appeared and came over like a gust of wind.
Xiao Wu stepped forward and called out, “Master, I’m about to go back.”
Xiao Yihan stopped, waited for her to walk in front of her, and whispered, “Xiao Wu, follow me to hunt ghosts.”
Xiao Wu asked curiously, “In broad daylight, what kind of ghost are you catching?”
Xiao Yihan smiled mysteriously and said: “I can’t explain it now, you will naturally know when you go with me.”
Xiao Wu reluctantly said: “Master, don’t lie to me.”
Xiao Yihan laughed, looked around, and said strangely, “Why didn’t you come back with Ye Ling?”
Xiao Wu said angrily, “He went to seek death.”
Ye Ling ran all the way, and saw a slender and long figure spinning in front of the stone cave from a distance, like a lost soul, chasing his own shadow, thinking that it was a lost soul.
He slowed his pace, like a seasoned hunter, approaching his prey quietly, hardly making a sound.
When he reached a distance of about ten meters, he stopped, bent over to pick up a stone, threw it quietly, and quickly dodged into the long grass.
Xiao Feng raised his head alertly, and saw on an old tree, a tit left the old nest and flew up screaming.
With a move in his heart, he hurriedly left the cave and headed towards the valley, suddenly stopped halfway and hesitated.
For a moment in his heart… hesitating, but immediately.