MTL - Late Night Tales Of The Capital-Chapter 64 This night

Tianmen Daoguan is naturally impossible to be a good place.

In Luoyang, this kind of fireworks and customs, there is no such thing as a hole in the sky.

The reason why the seventeen ordinary people can enter the state of entry so quickly is completely caused by the lack of leaves.

The lack of a knife to break the road, stepping on the grass, practicing the book, the breakthrough is not an ordinary psychic road, saying that it is a road to heaven. Of course, this ‘day’ is not the heaven and earth, but the ‘day’ of Tianyuan. The cultivator of the ordinary cult is the true Yuan, but the deficiencies of the leaves are Tianyuan.

The difficulty of breaking the mirror is also an unavoidable thing.

Similarly, in the process of breaking the mirror, the environment around the leaf is also affected more or less.

Everything that leaves the leaf is gone forward. Every time the leaf-deficient knife is swung, every time you break a piece of essay, the surrounding spiritual power will be purified. The closer the leaf is, the more powerful this effect will be.

The leaf was sitting on the second floor of the Tianmendao Pavilion. After a quarter of an hour, the first young man succeeded in communicating with the spiritual power and entered the final stage. The leaf was missing for another quarter of an hour, and another hundred steps were taken. Seventeen people downstairs were all settled.

The position of the seventeen people is just below the leaf, and the spiritual power is the most abundant.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that this place is a blessing.

After an hour, the first batch of seventeen people gradually wake up from the set, and each light looks ruddy, refreshing and refreshing.

"It's amazing, how can this be?"

“Is this a practice? It’s no wonder that it’s something that the gods can do.”

“It’s never been so comfortable, it’s more comfortable than a hundred hot springs.”

"There is a lot of strength in the body, and I feel that a punch can kill a cow."

"I decided, I want to join the Tianmendao Pavilion, I have to learn the exercises in the back, I want to practice!"

I don’t know the true face of the mountain, but I am only in this mountain. As long as you walk out of the mountains, as long as you see the world outside, who will want to go back to the mountains? Anyone who feels the joy of practice is fascinated by people, and will be willing to learn only a piece of mouth.

The experimenter has exercised his mission and the conclusions are somewhat ridiculous.

Some people believe that some people suspect that some people are vacillating.

Naturally, the second batch of ‘warriors’ who started their own experiments began their first practice. Without any surprises, it quickly entered the state of being settled, even faster than the first batch. Because the leaves are missing farther, there are more smashing essays, and the spiritual power gathered around him is stronger.

There is a third batch in the second batch, and the number of people in each batch has multiplied. Soon the people who came to visit today have all tried the introductory refining port of the Tianmendao Pavilion. Except for the rare cases, most of them experience It is the mystery that is set.

Practice is something that everyone can do, but someone can go further, and someone will only stay in the same place for the rest of their lives. Even if the talent is no longer good, and then step on the ground, this world will give you the opportunity to go one step at a time.

As long as you are organic.

And what is the chance? The refining mouth that can help you get started, the spiritual power is enough to make the hole in the sky, to help you solve the answering master.

The three are complete, and naturally you can take this step.

One pass ten, ten pass hundred, after dinner, the magic of the Tianmen Dao Pavilion spread throughout the Luoyang City. The news naturally spread to the generals, and reached the ears of Ye Yunhai and Yan Huating, but the two were concerned, but they were not Taoist and practice.

"Mother, my father really went to the Tianmen Daoguan today?" Ye Yunhai asked some unbelievable.

Yan Huating nodded very positively.

"What exactly does he want to do? Is it good to be ill at home? Is the person old and confused?" Ye Yunhai said angrily.

"What does he want?"

Yan Huating blinked and said, "What does he want to do, can't you guess it? His mind is not confused at all. Since he is willing to see that kind of species, he will not shut him out."

"Does he think?" Ye Yunhai was like being trampled on his tail, his face instantly whitened.

"Nature is to recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors." Yan Huating sneered, "The first thing that the cockroach came to Luoyang City was not to come to the generals to recognize the ancestors."

"No!"

"impossible!"

"I disagree!"

"The general can only have one son, that is, I am Ye Yunhai. No matter who else, I will not allow him to step into the general's house." Ye Yun said with a grin.

"Yunhai, rest assured, there is a mother, no one can take away what belongs to you." Yan Huating walked to Ye Yunhai, calm, but the tone was very positive, and then gently grabbed Ye Yunhai's shoulders "You are the master of this general, you must be, from the day you were born, you must be the master here."

"Mother." Ye Yunhai's nose tip was sour and shouted, Hua Tinging.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. I will deal with it. You only need to upgrade as soon as possible. The three swords of Lingshan have already been sent. You will take it tonight. The artifact will soon be born. There are many things that you need to do."

After he finished speaking, Yan Huating slowly walked out and talked to himself while walking. "I have been in this yard for 20 years, in order to be the master here, for the 200,000 Ye Jiajun soldiers. I have paid a lot of effort for this, no one knows, now you want a hairy boy to divide the fruit, is it possible?"

"Are you not confused?"

"It seems to be really confusing."

This night.

The lack of leaves on the road to Psychic went four thousand and eight hundred steps, smashed four thousand eight hundred and eight hundred knives, smashed four thousand and eight hundred essays, and the psychic road went less than one-seven.

The same is the night.

Yan Huating was alone, and the night of the night broke the door of Ye Zhengru, and the door opened and closed. The warm yellow candlelight in the house turned into purple-black, and the figure under the candlelight was mapped on the window paper, just like the demon came.

When the candlelight went out, Yan Huating opened the door again and then walked out quietly.

Under the moonlight.

Yan Huating is like a knife, with a smile on his mouth. The knife is a knife that infiltrates people. Laughing is a cold and ruthless smile. If you look closely, you can see that there is a trace of blood on her fingertips, blood droplets solidify on the skin, purple in the red, black in the purple.

Gently a finger, and there are countless black shadows flashing around.

The black shadow was hidden in the general government house by the cover of the night.

Soon, there was a faint sound of bayonet cutting in the general's house, and then the sound of the head rolling on the ground, almost at the same time, the thunderstorm suddenly sounded, the blood was covered under the rainstorm, and the smell was not scattered. Go out.

At dawn, the rain stopped and the sound fell.

The government is still the house, but many people are not that person.

This night, the generals, the magical sky.

(Happy Christmas Eve.)