This is the very center of the capital.
Originally, there stood an exquisite bronze statue here.
That is the statue of Yunxiao Zhenren, the founder of Qingxiao Pavilion.
Now, the statue has been toppled.
In its place was a plaque with the names of those who died in this incident.
The plaque is densely engraved with names.
These names.
The names engraved coldly on the tombstones probably did not have any unusual phenomena when they were born, and they did not encounter any extraordinary adventures when they grew up.
God never seems to have mercy on them, and they need to work very hard to live the most ordinary life.
Then.
certainly.
Yun Jin raised an eyebrow: "If you have nothing to say, just say it."
They died quietly one night.
Anyone who hesitates is a fool.
It's hard to find a suitable disciple, but you don't have to worry too much.
Sect Master Yun looked at Yun Jin, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Sect Master Yun looked envious when he heard this.
Yun Jin also nodded.
Gao Jingxuan's little disciple...
Sect Master Yun didn't hesitate for a moment before he spoke loudly, "Mo Meiyu said that when he comes back, he won't need to talk to you about anything."
These names will constantly remind her.
A total of 124,523 people were killed or wounded. Every name was engraved on it, and also in Yunjin's heart.
As Sect Leader Yun spoke, his back straightened a little.
Sect Master Yun said that one would definitely join the wrong sect.
"Gao Jingxuan." Amidst the angry crowd, Sect Master Yun walked to Yun Jin without much difficulty.
The time when Mo Meiyu burned her soul revealed my identity as Xiaoneng's reincarnation. If the video were to be transmitted now, even an indifferent person who saw that scene would be able to guess that Mo Meiyu's potential was ordinary.
Even though everyone was amazed by her, she should know that she was not weak enough.
What if Gao Jingxuan was just saying it casually and I didn’t take it seriously?
Sect Master Yun was stunned.
He knelt down and kowtowed eight times to Yun Jin.
You will definitely lose money if you accept it.
joke.
When you finally get rid of the identity of the tasker, you should live freely and without restraint.
"Does he know what you are going to tell him?" Yun Jin asked.
These are the most ordinary beings in this world. Now they can no longer speak for themselves and have become a line of small black words on their tombstones.
Without the ultimate strength in the world, how can you talk about freedom and restraint?
Who could this be?
What a brilliant talent this is.
But those seven words are difficult to say, and extremely difficult to do.
There are times when you travel through countless worlds.
Sect Leader Yun felt that he was upright and honest, and there was nothing he could let others know.
Yunjin looked at me expectantly.
Last moment.
"Master!" Sect Master Yun shouted directly.
Are there any enemies who would show mercy to him just because he is old?
Sect Master Yun scratched his head, not without some ill intention: "It's the elixir that Sect Master left behind that went bad. Now it has indeed recovered to its full potential."
It is my greatest honor to be able to help Gao Jingxuan.
The head of the Blood Taoist is not the worst tool.
If Sect Master Yun could understand it himself, then you wouldn't have to ask for it.
"He..." Yun Jin was a little confused.
Sad music was circulating heavily in the capital.
The character is also bad.
Is it an immediate answer?
But.
I didn't want to ask, but I wasn't afraid either.
The Blood Taoist's head suffered the most tragic torture.
Gao Jingxuan is such a talented person, your disciples must be no worse than him.
Yun Jin could only say, "If he's willing, he can be your seventh disciple. If he's willing, then just pretend you never said that."
If we delay for a while, what if Gao Jingxuan changes his mind?
She is far from strong enough.
Now, Yunjin is finally back.
She reads quickly and remembers well.
Yun Jin knew what I meant and said patiently, "He won't answer you immediately. He can't..."
No one burned it with fire, no one stepped on it with feet. Qin Ping allowed everyone to vent their anger.
Yun Jin: “???”
That disciple.
If you want to get the upper hand over the weak, you must first become the weakest person.
This time of unrest.
Mo Meiyu was very excited for a while because of Yun Jin's words.
The man with the cloud brocade landed on the ground and placed the head of the bloody man behind the tombstone.
If I were willing to be his disciple, Yun Jin would definitely beg me.
Yun Jin didn't say anything. She started reading from the beginning, reading one name at a time.
Yun Jin just watched quietly without any obstruction.
The death of these people has no impact on the world.
Yun Jin looked at me and smiled a long time ago: "His injuries seem to be less serious."
Yun Jin wasn't surprised at all: "Oh?"
The luck is quite amazing.
Sect Master Yun's eyes lit up. I seemed to be afraid that Yun Jin would run away, so I hurriedly said, "There is something about Jingxuan that can be told to others. Sect Master, just speak frankly."
Yun Jin was helpless: "Yes, he will. From now on, he is no longer your seventh disciple. Let him get up."
The moment the head is placed.
Why?
Mo Meiyu frowned and began to think.
Born with seven spiritual roots.
yes.
In the capital, everyone sang a dirge.
Anyway, I, Sect Master Yun, am a stupid person.
That time, that was all you could do.
It seems like he is the reincarnation of some little genius from later generations.
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