Xie Chunxi never thought that a little girl could change half of her life with just a few words back then.
When ordinary people heard him say that, they would be discouraged and give up their ambitions.
Because Xu Jingxian was an ordinary person at the time, and Xie Chunxi was already a reputable monk in the Taoist sect, few people questioned the monk's conclusion about ordinary people.
Xie Chunxi said that she couldn't practice Taoism, and her father told her to calm down. She hoped that she would learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then find a suitable family, get married and have children, and live a life smoothly. Xu Jingxian did not believe in this evil.
Accidentally stumbled into the magic cultivator, and accidentally stumbled into the cultivation of real grass. Today's Xu Jingxian is no longer a person Xie Chunxi can humiliate at will, and change her fate with one sentence, but that does not mean that she can let go of everything in the past.
Xie Chunxi was half confused and half ignorant. Before he could react, he was forced to defend. After playing for a while, he found that something was not right.
Why is this demon girl so amazing
More than halfway through the fight between the two, Xie Chunxi was suppressed to the point of retreating. Finally, the flying sword was unsheathed and twisted into a ball with the opponent's yarn. It was very difficult, and the rainbow light cut by the yarn slashed towards him. He couldn't help staggering under his feet. He was hit hard on the lower abdomen and slammed back against the tree trunk.
Xie Chunxi took a deep breath: "Stop!"
Xu Jingxian sneered, naturally she would not stop, when she let go, Shaling was moved by the spiritual force, and swept towards Xie Chunxi again.
When others saw the two monks in the garden moving their hands again, they were scared to avoid them.
Xie Chunxi was also beaten out of anger. The more they fought, the more vigorous they were. They destroyed most of the trees in the garden and flew directly outside the city. This was a posture of preparing for a big fight.
Chang Ming saw the disaster and led the sea of clouds out with satisfaction.
Although the guards in the palace did not know his identity, they naturally did not dare to stop him from the attitude of Empress Dowager Ku He and others towards Chang Ming.
"Teacher stay!"
Song Nanyan caught up from behind, walking in a hurry.
He was worried about the emperor's situation just now, and stayed with the queen mother for a while.
"Teacher, the Queen Mother told me just now that I hope I can keep the two of you here for a few more days to see if your majesty's illness can be cured."
Song Nanyan was rejected by Changming. Knowing that this sentence was spoken, he would definitely be rejected again, but he could not help conveying it.
Changming really said: "Your emperor is not sick now, he is only one body with two souls, and Princess Zhaoyue's body is occupied by demons, and her soul fits your emperor very well, even if the Daluo Immortal comes, it will be difficult to separate them. ."
Song Yan smiled bitterly: "Since the princess' body can't be found for a while, can you find another one that matches the princess' soul and remove her?"
Chang Ming also smiled: "Isn't it the one that fits right now?"
Song Yan:…
Chang Ming: "There is no such thing as a soul and a body that is not your own, but there is no such thing in a thousand miles. In your words, Princess Zhaoyue is destined to your emperor. There will be no big trouble if you have a dry lotus staring at you. Inconvenient, we can only change the emperor."
Song was speechless, and his mood at this moment really matched his name.
The empress dowager is just such a real son, and if you change the emperor, even if you can only consider King Hui who intends to rebel today.
If it were still the present His Majesty—
In the future, it will be equal to one during the day and another at night. Do these courtiers have to serve two emperors with completely different temperaments
As soon as Song Nanyan thought of the way the emperor had wiped his tears with his orchid fingers just now, he felt his head get bigger, and he didn't dare to think about it any longer.
"Teacher, there are still a few days until July 15. You and Senior Brother Yun might as well rest at my house. I will never bother your old man with those vulgar services, I will definitely make you comfortable!"
Chang Ming said: "No need, your senior brother Yun is injured, I will take him back first, and there is no need to come over these few days. If there is a fate in the future, maybe you and I can meet again."
That's what it means to say goodbye.
Song Nanyan felt a sense of disappointment in his heart. Although he usually had a lotus-like tongue, he was quite at a loss for what to say to a master who was incapable of oil and salt.
Regarding the fact that the teacher is a monk, he still has a feeling of unreality in a dream.
"Then, this disciple will help you send Senior Brother Yun back."
He stretched out his hand to help Yunhai, who seemed to have drooping eyelids, but shrank his arms inward, leaving Song Nanyan empty.
Song Yan:…
Chang Ming smiled: "He was spoiled by me, and he has a bad temper."
Yun Hai twitched the corners of his mouth, telling nonsense about his open eyes not because he was too lazy to refute, but because he didn't have the strength to refute.
He was very tired, not really because he wanted to sleep, but because his inner breath was chaotic and his spiritual power was depleted.
Don't let Song Yanyan touch it, let alone for some reason of anger.
It was because he was about to lose control of his demonic energy now. Once Song Nanyan got close, it would be difficult for Yunhai to restrain himself from killing someone.
Chang Ming was holding him tightly, and he was using his spiritual power to suppress his demonic energy.
When he returned to the house, the string in Yun Hai's mind finally stretched to the extreme. He pinched Chang Ming's wrist with his backhand, while the other hand pinched the opponent's neck.
His eyes were red, and his reason was gone.
But the next moment, his hand was loosened, and his body was soft to the ground.
The sword light suddenly flew over, hitting several large holes behind Yunhai, and the Sifei Sword hovered in the air, as if responding to Chang Ming's call.
His mind moved slightly, and he came a thousand miles away. After a long absence, the sword regained its tacit understanding with him in the past.
Chang Ming withdrew his sword light, supported the table with one hand, and kneaded with one hand to set up a barrier around the yard to prevent anyone from rushing in.
As soon as the barrier was placed, he couldn't help coughing, blood coughed out from the corner of his mouth, and before he could cover it with his hands, it splattered on Yunhai.
The sea of clouds is completely unknown.
He had a long dream.
In the dream, he was carrying a long sword, about to travel far, and said to Jiufang Changming who was standing on the steps: "I have already thought very clearly, that is, going out to practice for ten, twenty, two hundred years, my way. Your heart is still yours."
"My heart is not yours."
Chang Ming said coldly, his voice extremely indifferent due to the dense snow and ice.
"For everything in the world, you should never force it. Where do you get what I teach you?"
Yunhai, no, it was still Yun Weisi at that time, looking at each other for a moment.
"Only those who are persistent can seek the Dao of Goodness. Master, are you unwilling to ask, or do you dare not ask?"
Jiufang Changming did not answer this question, he turned around and walked into the Taoist temple, leaving only one sentence.
"Kneel for three more days."
In such a snowy day, let alone three days, it is three hours, and people are also abolished.
But the cultivator is not an ordinary person after all, Yun Weisi is in the ice and snow, and feels that he is about to turn into ice and snow.
Riding the wind, exhaling into ice, like—
It's like in the Eight Treasures Langhuan Pagoda, his primordial spirit is divided into two parts, one half embraces Changming, just like holding a thousand-year-old ice, trying to warm it with body temperature, and the other half is dancing wildly, wanting to put it away. The most extreme evil in the world is passed to the other party.
Thoughts jumped suddenly, like watching flowers on a horse, ignoring the past and present, chaos.
Yun Hai's breathing became heavier and he suddenly opened his eyes!
Lying on the bed by himself, Chang Ming turned his back to him and was sitting at the table reading a book.
Where is the dream, and where is the reality
Yun Hai closed his eyes, opened them again, and said to Chang Ming, "Master."
The other party snorted, holding the bamboo scroll in his hand and looking fascinated, without raising his head: "How do you feel?"
Yunhai couldn't tell for a while whether he was still in the Jade Emperor Temple or Nanke Yimeng, his past was like a smoke and glass illusion.
"Master, turn your head, I want to see you." He whispered, with a little pleading that he didn't even notice.
"How old are you, why are you still like a child?"
Jiufang Changming was finally willing to put down the bamboo scroll in his hand and turned his head slowly.
But, that face—
The sea of clouds suddenly shook!
Blue-faced and fangs, his eyes were bleeding, and there was an indescribable evil in his eyes.
"Do you think I look like your master?"