He Xinyin thought to himself: "How can Shuying, a child, not be free from murderous intentions?" Although the so-called avoidance of murderous intentions is a way to cure the root cause, it is also the most impossible thing to achieve. He can't help but worry about his daughter. .
So He Xinyin said again: "If life and death are determined by fate, how likely is Shuying to survive the disaster?"
The confidant smiled and said: "If I could know, I would not be reincarnated. What's more, even if the jade liquid returns to the elixir, it will inevitably be like dust in the future. Can Brother Ruyuan still guarantee that he will be safe for the rest of his life? So he can be concerned about this matter. , but don’t worry too much.”
He Xinyin said: "Fellow Taoists will not understand the affection between father and daughter."
The friend said leisurely: "I really don't understand. If the water cloud sand collected by Brother Ruyuan for me arrives tomorrow, I would like to borrow your alchemy room for use. I also hope that Brother Ruyuan can protect me for seven days."
He Xinyin said: "The alchemy room can be used by Taoist friends at any time, but since Shuying's murder is imminent, I definitely have no reason to protect Taoist friends. Please forgive me."
The friend said calmly: "That's up to you."
After she finished speaking, Shi Shiran left.
He Xinyin looked at his friend's leaving figure and felt a little disappointed. He recalled asking Zen Master Bushe a question that year.
He asked Zen Master Bushe, "What is practice?"
Zen Master Bu Shen said: "Practice means giving up."
He Xinyin said: "What do you have to give up to practice?"
Zen Master Bu She said: "Let go of things that you don't want to let go of."
He Xinyin said: "What if you don't want to give up?"
Zen Master Bushe said: "It won't matter."
He Xinyin said: "Then why cultivation means giving up."
Zen Master Bushe said: "Because I can't keep him."
After that time, he returned to Jiuyi Mountain and practiced in seclusion for a while. After he came out, his father died in a natural disaster. He became the patriarch of the He family, and a few years later he married a wife. Later, the wife died shortly after giving birth to a daughter. Although he had magic power, he could not keep his father. Even though he was the patriarch of the He family in Jiuyi Mountain, he could not keep his beloved wife. Now, could he keep his daughter? He Xinyin was deeply puzzled.
No one could tell him the answer, let alone whether what Zen Master Bushe said was right or wrong, or whether it was just a coincidence.
The confidant might know it, but He Xinyin didn't dare to ask. He was afraid that the real answer would be unbearable for him.
He Shuying didn't know the complexity in her father's heart, so she just used Xuannv Palace's mental method to travel around the sky, circle after circle.
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On the other side, He Xiang also woke up from her dream, and the sudden movement of getting up alerted the mother next door. Mother He asked through the wall: "Xiang'er, what's wrong?"
He Xiang said: "It's okay, I just had a nightmare."
He's mother said "Oh" and fell asleep again when she heard that there wasn't much movement on He Xiang's side.
When He's mother's even breathing sounded, He Xiang quietly went out. The mica stream slowly flowed in front of the house. The night was cold and dew heavy. Occasionally, light shimmered on the eaves, which was the frost formed.
It was indeed cold in the late autumn night, but He Xiang was not wearing thick clothes and could not feel the cold.
She was still thinking about the dream just now, and with a thought in her heart, she stepped into the stream with her tiptoes and did not sink. Like a dragonfly touching the water, crossing the mica stream, her practice during these days was not false.
There was a whistling sound ahead, and a plum tree swayed its branches and leaves, falling into He Xiang's eyes. She clearly remembered that there was no plum tree there. I couldn't help but feel a little strange, so I walked over.
When they arrived under the plum tree, surprise appeared on their faces. It turned out that Master Shen Lian and Master Monk were both there.
He Xiang said: "Two masters, you didn't leave. I'm very happy."
Juexin said: "The so-called good people will go to the end and send Buddha to the West. We are not people who give up halfway. We still have something to teach you today."
He Xiang asked: "What are we learning today?"
Shen Lian said: "The woman who bullied you that day is no better than you in terms of magic power, but have you ever thought about why you couldn't beat her?"
He Xiang was stunned and said: "Master Shen Lian also knows the dream I just had."
Shen Lian smiled and said, "You say it's a dream, but actually it's true."
He Xiang was a little strange, and then she figured it out. This dream was naturally not without reason. If she really encountered what happened in the dream, the result would probably be the result of the dream, and there would be no mistakes. Master Shen Lian was probably like this mean.
She mused: "Her sword is very fast and powerful. I can't dodge it."
Shen Lian said: "What you said is right. No matter how powerful she is, as long as you can avoid it, you will naturally not lose. If you never lose, you will always find a way to win. The most useful way for cultivators to fight is actually The key is to become invincible first when fighting, and then seek victory. Otherwise, even if you win a thousand times and lose a thousand and one times, everything will be over. Of course, this is not the absolute truth. When encountering difficulties, you still need to assess the situation and adapt to the situation, but you have to understand these yourself. "
He Xiang said: "I kind of understand that Master Shen Lian wants to teach me skills that no one can beat."
Shen Lian said: "I won't teach you this skill myself."
He Xiang looked at Jue Xin again and said, "Then it was Master Monk who taught me."
Juexin laughed and said, "You can understand it that way."
After finishing speaking, Juexin broke off a branch from a plum tree. The branch shook in his hand, which was simply better than any magical weapon in the world. The plum branch with leaves fell on the rock next to it, and immediately turned it into powder.
He Xiang couldn't help but be horrified, and then something even more unexpected happened. The branch in Juexin's hand broke in the air and stabbed at her like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
In the blink of an eye, He Xiang's eyes were filled with the tips of branches. He couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality, so he had to keep retreating.
Jue Xin looks big and thick, and when the branch falls on his hand, it is truly incomparable, with infinite changes. Every bend, every thorn, every horizontal move, every turn, and every cut are all as wonderful as the peak of the antelope, like a glorious antelope hanging its horns. No trace left.
In terms of power, it is not as good as He Shuying's last sword in He Xiangmeng, but its mystery is much better.
After only five or six breaths, He Xiang was slapped by a branch more than ten times, causing burning pain all over his body.
Jue Xin moved her hands, but she didn't show any mercy at all.
He Xiang didn't care whether her clothes were damaged or not, let alone how much pain she felt on her body. She focused her attention infinitely and put aside distracting thoughts.
In this way, the branches in Juexin's hands were no longer traceable. Gradually, she found that she could dodge once or twice some attacks that were sure to hit.
He Xiang had taken flat peach, and the benefits began to show at this time. The foundation for her becoming an immortal had been laid. Although she was beaten by many branches at this time, her potential was invisibly stimulated. The magic power that was not yet at the command of her arms was now Slowly being driven by her, the steps were quick and easy, very simple and effortless, and the effect was a little better than at the beginning.