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Thinking of the coldness of the secluded pool in the mountains, thinking of the blood on his hands that day, and even more thinking of the pale face of the tear-making man in the temple, at this moment, Han Xian should understand why that person is cold, and why there is a trace of haze hidden in that person's eyes.

Coming full circle, I'm back here.

And the people behind him who are also going around in circles, can they dare to get close there?

If it was Han Xian, he didn't dare to roar in his heart, just like his gaze didn't dare to fall on Que Rong's face at such a moment, he was afraid that the ripples in his eyes would break through Qin Mu Rongruo's last trace of disguise.

The man is back.

To Han Xian's surprise, there were still thick clouds and mist on the narrow mountain road.

Without any hesitation, in the midst of a sound of surprise, Han Xian fell to the ground, plunged into the thick mist, his feet touched the ground like flying, and the sound of the wet wind washed away this hot heart.

I wanted to leave at that time, and the wind whistling in my ears was given by the 'clouds'.

And when I came back at this time, the whistling sound in my ears was done by myself without the help of any external force.

Is this a step forward?

Of course.

But for this progress, Han Xian often had the urge to cry, because it was in pursuit of this progress that he lost that person.

But he didn't regret it, because regret couldn't erase the soft words of concern of the person who should be killed behind him at the moment.

In the disguise of the mist, Han Xian's eyes showed the cold luster of a beast.

The head turned slightly, and although the fog was heavy, every bit of color and light smile on Yagongzi's face was taken into Han Xian's heart, and he found that those eyes were smiling.

But this smile was innocent and fake, because he was hiding his fear.

Que Rong is approaching sorrow, how is he not approaching the humble reptile that was once himself, throwing himself arrogant in the ruins and begging for his life like an ant.

Forget, forget, Yakoe roared in his heart to forget.

But the funny thing is that as it gets closer, closer and closer, the ghosts who once made offerings seem to have become resentful are wailing in their hearts, and those who are afraid want to stop.

But just like his mouth, which kept to hide his fear, his feet could only follow Que Rong with mechanical numbness.

"Whew. ”

Finding the humble Han Xian sneering.

But just as the sneer was not collected, he did find that the thick fog behind him was behind him, and of course he was not the only one who rushed out of the fog at this moment.

The good is like water, and the mist should be sincere water.

It washes away all the filth and restores its true form.

In the faint sunlight, the faces that Zhang Zhang had hidden in the dark surfaced.

Wen Ziqi's smile was mixed with unfinished meaning, and there was no doubt that this thick light mist benefited him a lot, but before the praise could be spoken, questions and horror filled his heart.

Guan Que Rong has a face, although it is a thin veil to hide the true form, but those cold and sad eyes have also written everything in her heart, is this place sad for her?

Looking at the face of the junior brother Ya Lianque, why is the haze of fear so deep, is he cold, as if the face washed by the fog is shivering in the slightest.

Reading Han Xian's face, and Wen Ziqi couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart, those eyes were as rich as the sea, was it really a person who was naturally murderous?

Wen Ziqi must have thought about denying it in his heart.

But at this moment, Han Xian was like being blinded by the beast light in his eyes, and the evil in his eyes fell on Ya Gongzi's body without half concealing it, and his feet were actually slightly raised, with the intention of fighting.

The fear in Wen Ziqi's heart immediately turned into worry, and his face instantly turned cold.

"Bell~~~. ”

The sound is so leisurely, the bell comes out from the peak, blown by the wind, moving with the fog, like a Buddhist mantra, breaking into people's hearts with the breath of people.

Que Rong's eyes woke up with sadness, and his color suddenly changed, and his face was full of piety.

How stupid is Ya Lianque, the bell fell into his heart, and he knew that he was trapped in the old shadow, and his face quickly trembled, and he could bury fear in his eyes.

But although this bell is leisurely, it really can't break into Han Xian's heart.

His eyes were still flashing, his face was sneering, and his raised footsteps had fallen, one step closer to the shouting in his heart, 'It should be killed'.

Ya Lianque's heart jumped, and the fear in his eyes immediately flooded and almost broke through his eyes, but fortunately, he was not a man with wine bags and rice bags, so he took it in danger, quickly took a deep breath, bowed and saluted: "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?"

Why?

With fierce eyes and clenched fists, Han Xian was of course doing what he wanted in his heart, although it was still not a suitable time, but the heart of killing him was turned upside down, and he couldn't hold it.

"Senior brother. ”

Wen Ziqi roared in his mouth, his eyes were already flashing, and he thought that he was fighting with a sword in his hand, and there was no doubt that he had been deceived by Ya Lianque's 'humble gentleman' image.

The heart of killing him was very strong, but Han Xian didn't hear it.

But you can choose not to hear the reminder of the Wen Zi period, but a pair of eyes really don't have any struggle to see.

Who is standing in front of the man who deserves to be killed?

Qin Mu Rongruo, maybe it should be called Que Rong at this moment, she was resolutely blocking in front of Ya Lianque, and the pupils in her eyes had become the color of runes, and she had the heart to fight with Han Xian.

Retreat at this moment, not Han Xian.

Although it can achieve the real Han first.

But the people in front of him are too entangled, and they have become chicken ribs, and it is indeed impossible to retreat, and it is too difficult to fight.

"Amitabha. ~~”

At this time, he was needed so much, and a Buddha horn suddenly sounded, which did turn the cold that shrouded everyone into warm wind immediately, but Han Xian did not accept it on his face, but he was indeed a little stunned in his heart.

When did this old monk appear.

"The little woman Que Rong visited His Majesty the Emperor of the Moon Kingdom first. When Que Rong moved, he immediately drove the two backbones to wake up.

Wen Ziqi and Ya Lianque hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Han Xian just looked at this with a sneer.

The monk put his hands together on his chest, and this smile should be the highest and most profound realm of Buddhism, and he was as kind as the Buddha himself, so that people could not be angry, and said softly: "Amitabha, the little monk Wuhui has seen several donors. ”

Que Rong and the others hurriedly said: "Don't dare." ”

Wu Hui smiled, and a pair of kind eyes actually turned, and directly fell on the face of Han Xian, who had a cold face, and actually bowed slightly, and saluted: "Master Han, it has been several years since I said goodbye that day, I don't know if it will be okay tonight?"

Han Xian's expression was slightly stunned, and his heart was full of drums.

'Does this old monk know himself?'

His eyes hurriedly and carefully looked at the Wuhui Monk, and his heart was already affirmed, he bowed down and bowed, and said with a smile: "I met you and met you in the next place, how can I say goodbye, I think you recognized the wrong person." ”

Wuhui Monk smiled lightly and said: "Although the old monk is old and dizzy, the appearance of the donor will not admit mistakes. ”

Han Xian's smile became even bigger, and he whispered: "Forget it, you can recognize it if you say it, I won't lose anything anyway?"

"Amitabha, donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha. ”

The smile was immediately dyed by frost, the corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched, and his eyes were a little angry, but when it fell on the kind face of the Wuhui Divine Monk.

The anger is indeed scattered, and the heart is already sighing to itself.

Han Xian shook his head, his head raised, and his eyes drifted into the ancient temple surrounded by clouds and mist, and his heart suddenly became happy, and he asked repeatedly: "Divine monk, I don't know that Master Yizen is still there?"

Wu Hui just smiled and ignored it, and at this moment, he greeted Que Rong and the others to climb the mountain.

Helplessly, Han Xian could only temporarily suppress the face of that Zen monk in the bottom of his heart, he really missed him for a long time.

But the color on the face of the monk of Guanwu Hui undoubtedly means that he is no longer in the temple.

"Hehe, we have fate," Han Xianmian smirked, his head shook wildly, but his mouth was indeed stupid, and said: "We have fate, and there will be time to see each other." ”

For the ancient temple of Zen leaves, it is not so much that Han came first, but rather that he passed by in a hurry.

For this foot road, Han Xian didn't know how to get on it at that time, and there was no doubt that the drowsy people at that time didn't know how hard it was to climb Yun Hu and the donkey.

And when leaving, he will write in a hurry, and in a moment he will rush to the foot of the mountain, and in an instant he will be submerged in the mist, and the only trace of himself here is indeed the sad figure of the man and the red leaves flying on the top of the mountain.

"Is it still there?"

Han Xian hurriedly raised his gaze into the distance, and the rustling sound of the leaves fell into his heart with the sight of this gaze, although it was far away, but his own eyes seemed to see the texture and shadow of each red leaf in it really carefully.

When you see it, it is indeed not a simple leaf, but a shadow.

At that time, the shadow of his own sinking demon and fear had clearly emerged in it.

At that time, his face bathed in the sun through the thin leaves was also up and down in it.

At this moment, Han Xian saw them, and he also saw Qin Mu Rongruo's face, and every leaf was a human figure, his own, and someone else's.

Laughing, angry, bitter, sad,

The leaf shadows seemed to be a review of the past, Han Xian looked at others laughing and looked at himself angry, but between the images of Ye Ying and Hongfeng, it was indeed like discovering that it was not a remodeling review of the past shadows, but more like a prediction of the future.

I laughed because I was happy.

Because of hatred and anger.

Because of the blood in the sky, he was bitter.

Because of a hundred turns and thousands of times, people go to clutch and be sad.

Today's red maple leaves are still separated by the warm sunshine, and people's hearts are once again calm.

"Amitabha, the donor is really the one who is destined. ”