"Ye Luoyang."
"You are also the pinnacle of the world.”
"Give me a quick death."
"Don't torture me like this."
Xiaomeng, who was dressed in a maid's uniform, had a cold look in her eyes.
Then, he slowly came before Ye Luoyang.
If Ye Luoyang went to the world of martial artists…
She didn't know that in the Prince of Beiliang's Mansion.
How long would she be a maid?
This made her feel proud since she was young.
It was already shattered.
There was also her Dao heart that had always been round and smooth.
There were already traces of cracks.
Perhaps to her, Xiaomeng.
He died at this moment.
Perhaps it was the best outcome.
"A beauty like you."
"It's indeed a pity to cultivate Daoist techniques.”
"It would be a pity to kill him."
"The heavens will say that I, Ye Luoyang, don't know how to love beauty.”
"She doesn't have the heart to love beauty either."
"What do you think I plan to do?"
Ye Luoyang chuckled.
Although his face was gentle, there was a hint of evil.
Since then, Wang Yangming has been under Ye Luoyang.
Ye Luoyang's way of learning the heart was to leap a thousand miles.
The comprehension of the Dao in his heart.
He had even achieved the heavenly realm of Dao and nature.
Except for the elegance of the world.
Ye Luoyang felt even more carefree.
Even though I have calculated many things, I still care about the people.
This was Ye Luoyang's unprecedented Dao Seeking journey.
He had already reached a higher level.
He could see all the flowers in the world.
"How dare you!"
Xiaomeng glared at him.
And those beautiful eyes.
They were filled with disbelief.
Ye Luoyang was the Sage of Confucianism, Sakyamuni, and a Daoist.
The three religions cultivated together.
He also took into account the chess path, the heart path, the vertical path, and the sword path!
He was also the publicly acknowledged leader of the art of war!
He was the number one cultivator in the world!
Therefore, in Xiaomeng's heart.
Ye Luoyang shouldn't be a person who would humiliate a gentleman.
This was also the Heavenly Dao in Xiaomeng's heart.
But looking at Ye Luoyang in front of him…
A hint of confusion appeared in Xiaomeng's heart.
Although his face was gentle.
However, there was a hint of evil in his eyes.
How could he deceive her, Xiaomeng?
Could it really be as the world said?
Ye Luoyang's romantic.
It was also the best in the world.
Nangong Pushe, who was standing at the side, covered his eyes with a helpless expression.
Xu Zhihu, who was beside him, also covered his face and laughed lightly.
It didn't matter if you cultivated the Heavenly Dao or not.
Did he cultivate the merciless Heavenly Dao and the natural Dao?
When you are curious and confused about a person.
If the gender was opposite.
That trace of confusion and curiosity.
It could make a person completely fall into it.
He was unable to extricate himself.
And wasn't Xiaomeng the same as them in the past?
Although he had yet to express his thoughts.
Ye Luoyang did not know.
But how could they not know?
His heart.
I miss someone.
What need is there to say more?
At this moment, in the courtyard.
Even the extremely curious Xu Fengnian.
Xu Zhihu also pulled her out.
"Master's state of mind is truly unparalleled."
"Heaven, earth, and the human world are unable to affect his state of mind.”
"All the women in the world are his Dao.”
"Looks like I have to cultivate the Dao like Master.”
When Wang Yangming walked out, he couldn't help but sigh.
And Ye Luoyang had never thought about it either.
It was just a joke.
It was just a carefree and carefree feeling.
He had created the world's future romantic scholars.
The Heart Saint Wang Yangming who had dominated the world.
"What is there to be afraid of in Luoyang?"
"Is it the law of the dynasty that governs Luoyang?”
"Or can you resist Luoyang?”
At this moment, Ye Luoyang's interest in playing was piqued.
This little girl was quite interesting.
"What are you going to do?”
"Bastard!"
"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated!"
Xiaomeng's pupils constricted as she glared at Ye Luoyang.
"Then you have to be a scholar?"
"The future sect master of the Great Qin's Hundred Sects.”
"You're talking about this with Luoyang?"
Ye Luoyang pursed his lips and slowly approached Xiaomeng.
He lowered his head slightly.
He looked at Xiaomeng's delicate face up close.
"Huff huff huff."
Xiaomeng panted slightly, her mind in a mess.
That heart that was almost as heartless as the Heavenly Dao.
At this moment, they were also jumping around.
"Don't."
"Don't look at me like that."
Xiaomeng wished she could stuff her head into the wall.
But she didn't know why.
That ancient heart.
The calmness when facing the world.
At this moment, she actually felt a little shy.
"There's a beauty in the world who smiles."
"She can be said to be devastatingly beautiful."
"Why do you keep that face all day?”
"You have to change in the future."
"After all, as a personal maid of Luoyang, I am a servant of the royal family.”
"Luoyang doesn't want to face a piece of ice rock.”
Ye Luoyang's hand was pressed against Xiaomeng's chin, and he raised it slightly. Their eyes met, and they were filled with gentleness and confusion.
The flowers bloomed and withered, withering after two seasons.
When the four seasons are blooming, there is always something wrong.
"Ye Sheng."
"Don't be too impudent."
Another breeze blew across the world.
An indifferent voice sounded in the Northern Liang.
Xu Zhihu's body trembled slightly.
This voice was too familiar.
But it was already unfamiliar.
Then, Xu Zhihu regained his calm.
Anyway, this voice had never come for her.
Why should she care?
Instead, she was worried about Ye Luoyang who was inside.
The feather fan in Ye Luoyang's hand brushed across Xiaomeng's face, causing her to faint and lie on the chair.
"Hong Xixiang."
"You shouldn't have come to Beiliang."
Ye Luoyang's gaze was indifferent at this moment. He slowly looked at the young Daoist who was stepping out, and a hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes.
"She's a genius that only appeared in my Daoist school for 400 years.”
"He was born with the heart of the Heavenly Dao.”
"It's infinitely close to the Dao of nature."
"I must come."
The young Taoist didn't look happy or angry. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back and said,"Hong Xixiang, I don't like this title. I'm Lv Dongxuan, not that Hong Xixiang.”
"The unspecialized Lv Dongxuan from six hundred years ago!”
Xu Yanbing, who was hiding in the dark, instantly felt all kinds of pressure, and his eyes revealed shock.
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