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Suddenly, she sighed with sadness, turned around and walked back, branching and brushing the leaves, lost in thought.
Master often said that the so-called sadness and suffering are when beautiful things are destroyed. Regardless of feelings or people, it has to make people feel distressed to have all the subsequent emotions. This is how I feel now.
In the past, the great man who was glorious in the world and swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger is now a green lantern ancient Buddha. He is desolate and miserable in the passing years. Just thinking about it makes people sigh and feel sorry for him.
She stood in the forest, and not far away was Master Zhending, sitting cross-legged, Su Meng, the mad swordsman who was famous all over the world ten years ago.
It turned out that he had fought in Shendu. No wonder Huanxi Bodhisattva just wanted to run away when he saw him. With Ananda’s great power of breaking the precepts and sword skills, no wonder Wanchong Venerable was so scared that he was seriously injured.
Looking at that withered and weathered face, recalling the heroic masculinity and high-spiritedness described in many anecdotes, her emotions fluctuated in her heart, and she lamented that fate was playing tricks on people, the world was impermanent, and there was hidden sadness.
Mu Yunle took a breath, walked over, and said with a smile: Master, where should we go next
She no longer wanted to find out the story hidden under the silence and sadness. It must be the past that she could not bear to look back on. If she asked, it would be like stabbing the heart of Master Zhending.
Ten years is a long time and has changed a lot. At that time, I was still a stinky yellow-haired girl who spent all her time fighting cocks and messing with dogs. Now she is considered famous in the world and has a small skill in swordsmanship. Master Zhending must have been deeply grieved to retreat from the world. Ten years, the green hills remain unchanged
Then she saw Master Zhending open his eyes, looking like ancient wells as always. The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with fatigue. He stood up slowly, his hands hanging naturally, and said in a low voice:
Now that you are here, come out.
Now that we are here. It was not the first day that Mu Yunle walked around the world. He was wrong. He pulled out the long sword in one stroke, and the spirit that merged with the world spread outward, showing all the nearby bits and pieces in the sea of mind.
There was a click, the sound of a branch breaking. She looked back and saw a middle-aged man with a wide robe and long sleeves walking out of the forest on the other side. He had profound and handsome features, a wooden hairpin, and a free and uninhibited temperament. With a magical charm like a god and a demon, a leisurely and slow pace, and a relaxed and calm expression, Mu Yunle spontaneously came up with a poem:
A life of mist and rain
He walked step by step, but there was nothing in his perception. Mu Yunle's eyes shrank, and the hidden memories were naturally evoked, and various descriptions and images gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.
This is
This is the magician Han Guang
In recent thousands of years, evil spirits have become the most prominent. The most amazing person
He stepped out of the gate two years ago and has already entered the realm of immortality. He even had a brief fight with Su Wuming without losing. Ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, he is one of the top figures in the Eight Wildernesses, a veritable great demon.
This kind of evil was enough to force the Huanhua Sword Sect to close the mountain gate to defend themselves. If they were not careful, it would be the disaster of destroying the sect. Mu Yunle felt like she was trapped in a dream. To her, the magician was like a legend. He only existed in stories told by word of mouth. I never thought I would meet him on location.
Boom, boom, boom. Mu Yunle's heartbeat was very fast, and the hand holding the sword was covered in cold sweat. No different than when he was facing the Bodhisattva Huanxi, he was unable to draw his sword. Now everything was normal, but he knew as never before that the sword would never hit the opponent and would only hurt himself.
This does not come from a clear contrast in realm, but from a hunch derived from the unity of heaven and man.
Heaven is the Emperor of Heaven, and the Emperor of Heaven is Han Guang
The hidden energy seemed to be surging, and Mu Yunle felt suffocated standing behind Meng Qi. At this moment, she saw the magician stop casually, standing in front of a certain opportunity, and smiled slightly:
After ten years of not seeing each other, Kuang Dao has become a lonely monk, which is really disappointing.
Meng Qi still looked like a dead tree and said: The benefactor has accomplished great feats and his demeanor is even better than in the past. He is not comparable to a poor monk.
The breath is deeply hidden, and the candle is left in the wind, which is both empty and quiet.
Han Guang nodded slightly, without showing any arrogance, but said with emotion: Ten years of sitting idle and ten years of suffering are things that an extraordinary person can do, but there is something extraordinary about them.
At this point, he changed the topic and said: I have dealt with her several times. She often said that she would kill you to prove your sermon. She was really fierce and sharp, sharpening her sword to the cattle and sheep. I actually believed it at the time, but who knew that in the end? , she is willing to die in your hands, hey, it is said that she speaks true and false, and is good at deceiving people. She is not deceiving me. She has deceived all living beings and also deceived herself.
When Mu Yunle heard this, his heart moved, and he subconsciously looked at Master Zhending. He saw that the tired and dead eyes seemed to have fire beating and whirlpools spinning, but gradually they returned to calmness and deep hiding.
Who did the magician say she was
Meng Qi lowered his head as if paying homage to the Buddha, but did not recite the Buddha's name. Instead, he said calmly: It is difficult to find ultimate happiness in the struggle of reincarnation. Everyone falls into the sea of suffering. It is no exception. She is like this, the poor monk is like this, and the donor is like this.
Han Guang smiled, suddenly turned around and left without leaving a word, extremely cool and unrestrained.
Mu Yunle was stunned when he left.
Flying away from the light, Han Guang returned to the border between the grassland and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and fell in front of the Blood Sea Rakshasa.
Why didn't the Blood Sea Rakshasa notice the big fluctuations in the world? The two of them didn't seem to take action.
Han Guang said with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth: We met once and said a few words.
He attained the Dharmakaya and became the Rakshasa of the Sea of Blood to get to the point.
Han Guang put his hands behind his back and said with emotion: He probably hasn't broken through yet and is in self-repression.
Suppressing and breaking through the blood sea, Rakshasa frowned and thought, Crazy Sword Su Meng wanted to reach the ultimate level of perfection before he advanced.
He pondered and said: Is it the characteristics of the other side, or is it the cause of all effects
It must be the latter, but it is similar to a certain feature of the other side. As for the other features, he has hidden them very deeply and suppressed them very deeply. I am not sure yet. A trace of doubt flashed in Han Guang's eyes.
The Blood Sea Rakshasa said in confusion: "Then why don't you take action? If you don't get rid of this kid, we will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future. Even if we can't kill him today, we will force him to perform his feats."
Han Guang turned his head, turned his back to the Blood Sea Rakshasa, and walked forward slowly with a gentle and melodious voice: Even if he was not seriously injured, I am 100% sure to kill him.
But I have a subtle hunch that if I take action, the price I will bear will make me regret it very much.
This Blood Sea Rakshasa was speechless.
Gong Ziyu drove Meng Qi and Kong Zhao away from Zhou and entered the chaotic world.
The first stop was Cai Guo.
Marquis Cai was benevolent and righteous, he loved the people like his son, he was lenient in punishments, he was light on corvée, and he often used his treasury to help the common people. No one died of hunger on the streets. Most of the offenders focused on teaching, and he was extremely kind. If the fiefdom was not too small, he should be a man of enlightenment. Duozhu, end this troubled world and become a figure like the Duke of Zhou. Kong Zhao looked through the car window at the capital of Cai State not far away.
He is not a closed-minded person, and he is quite familiar with the affairs of the princes.
Meng Qi, whose pseudonym was Lao Dan, had his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and did not speak. Gong Ziyu drove the carriage towards the capital.
After some inspection, the carriage entered the city.
Kong Zhao looked out the window with great interest, intending to see the paradise in his mind.
At this sight, his expression changed. The streets were noisy, with people drawing swords from time to time. Thieves were rampant, gangsters were rampant, and the weak were in danger, and the atmosphere was full of chaos.
Moreover, there are people with intact hands and feet but nothing to do on the roadside. Their stomachs are clearly growling and they are still basking in the sun and do not want to work.
The monarch opened the treasury and provided relief again. A voice came from afar.
With a flick of the brush, all the lazy thugs disappeared, and they all rushed to the palace city, leaving the place in a mess.
In the open shop, the hard-working people looked at their backs with hatred, and conflicts were about to break out.
What do you think? Meng Qi asked in a low voice.
Kong Zhao did not answer immediately, but got off the carriage and went deep into the field to ask different people.
After a long time, he returned to the carriage, sat on his knees with his back straight, and faced Meng Qi and said:
The disciple understood a truth and asked the teacher for guidance.
He started calling each other teacher.
For some reason Meng Qi didn't open his eyes.
Kong Zhao said seriously: "Too much is too little."
Does the teacher think so
However, he did not wait for the teacher's instructions. Meng Qi looked like he was sleeping, but there was a voice in his mouth:
Go to the next country.
Kong Zhao looked confused, wondering why this happened, whether he was right or wrong.
Does the teacher hope that he can always reflect on himself and not rely on others? Only after he has seen more and has a complete concept can he really start to give guidance.
Seeing the magician come and leave inexplicably, Mu Yunle felt like he was in a dream, feeling extremely confused.
She gathered her thoughts and planned to ask Master Zhending where to go next.
At this moment, she heard Master Zhending sigh softly: You are here.
Mu Yunle's eyes flashed, and there was a woman wearing an Ehuang dress. She had dark eyebrows and big eyes, very bright, and her heroic spirit was restrained. She looked like a sword that cuts through the clouds with one blow, but is hidden in the sheath. It looks like a fairy descending to earth.
It was she, Mu Yunle, who was stunned. She saw this fairy walking up to Master Zhending step by step and smiling:
I am coming.
Mr. Wang said he could meet you here, and it really worked.
Ten years of blank space were wiped away with one word, without asking or exploring.
Meng Qi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with a faint smile: "Let's go and see Mr. Wang."
Seeing Master Zhending flying up with the support of the fairy, and seeing them looking back to greet him, Mu Yunle opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't. There was a faint sadness overflowing in his heart.
Sure enough, as long as he regains his identity as Crazy Sword Su Meng, Master Zhending will no longer be a lonely monk whom he supports. He belongs to the Supreme Sword, the Demon Emperor and the Mage and other big figures in their world. He is still far out of reach, just like Mortals look at gods.
As the two figures walked away, Mu Yunle felt uncomfortable in his heart. All the sad poems he had recited in the past disappeared, leaving only a sigh.
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
: This chapter was very confusing to write. .