He has shouted and cried, and it is time for Han Xian to do the right thing for heaven. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hmph. ”

Pretending to be a very tiring job, and for Han Xian, it was even more torture, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub the sore and stiff muscles on his face.

After a sneer, Han Xian was beaten back to his original form.

He coldly glanced at the elders of the Bai clan who were crying and shouting and shouting and killing, and sneered in his heart: "Your life of pain is already doomed, I hope that if you get the Qishui Purification Land, you can recover the lost conscience for you and your son." ”

"Hum. ”

Mouthing out the truth, Rifeng took advantage of the situation to leap out of the palm of his hand.

The elders of the Bai clan could not avoid it, and in an instant, they fell into the sunfront dao control after the sublimation of the mantra, but how could he not struggle, his fists, teeth, and skull struck again and again on the trapped lock-shaped Dao control holy light, but no matter how tenacious the Bai clan elders struggled, they could not break out of this cage that was a foregone conclusion.

He is like a trapped beast, and the death match is exchanged for his own injuries.

He is really like a trapped beast, although the death match can't break the shackles, but he himself doesn't want to believe this fact, and he still uses his tenacity to hit this unbreakable fate again and again.

The elders of the Bai clan looked at the people outside like beasts.

The sneer on Han Xian's face aroused the resentment of hatred even more, and the roar had already revealed the true words: "Thief, the old man will never die with you." ”

"Thieves?"

The words of those who have a heart say, and the voice of those who have a heart to listen.

Han Xian couldn't help but silently recite these two words softly in his mouth, how many times did he call himself in his heart, the familiar person.

At this moment, although this voice came from the mouth of hatred, he did hear it from the years that had passed.

'Thief, thief, how I want to return to you. ’

But the mountains are high and the road is far away, and there is a deep darkness as far as the eye can see, and the kind face, although it is kind and clear in front of him at this moment, he can't grasp it.

At this moment, if you want to hear him scold, hehe, it's hard.

The past touched tears, but Han Xian didn't let it fall out of his eyes, the sneer in his eyes had already dissipated, and when it fell on the face of the Bai clan elder who was forbidden by the truth and was crazy and angry, it was indeed full of warmth.

The mountain is high and the road is far away, and the children are not filial.

Resentment, is he really emotionless?

But when the Bai clan elder's gaze fell on Han Xian's tearful face, the irritability of the whole body actually calmed down inadvertently.

"Huh. ”

Looking at him, he was an elder and an old man, and Han Xian had already smiled warmly.

"Huh. ”

Looking at him, he was a young man and a son, and Patriarch Bai was already smiling peacefully.

"Dad, I'll go back. ”

The sound came out, the tears fell, this sound really came from Han Xian's mouth and fell into the cold and gloomy air, and this tear did not rush out of his eyes, and was swallowed by Han Xian bitterly through his heart.

This is the promise of a clean land in the distance through this long black nothingness, the breeze carries it, the fluttering of thousands of mountains and rivers, the familiar relatives may be standing in front of the door at this moment, maybe they are secretly weeping under the wind at this moment.

"Son, take care of yourself outside. ”

"Son, take care of yourself outside. ”

The wind is selfless, the wind is sad and cheerful, bringing the warm thoughts here to the distance, and it does not stop, continues to be selfless, continues to lament and happily bring the distant care back here.

There was a silence of tears streaming down their stomachs.

Here I heard the subtlety of tears falling to my ground.

The person smiled, and in order to hide his tears, Han Xian tried to make his warm smile infinitely bigger, but his eyes still fell on the faint and tearful eyes of the Bai clan elder.

"Dad, my son is not filial. ”

This voice came out of Han Xian's mouth, and the wind carried the mission to take him far away, but this did not isolate the ears of the elders of the Bai clan.

From beginning to end, the elders of the Bai clan heard Han Xian's warm thoughts.

Han Xian's face was not the face of his son, but in the dim eyes of the Bai clan elder's blurred tears, this was exactly the sincerity of his son.

Contentment.

Maybe what he was waiting for was this 'Dad,' the elder of the Bai clan can be said to have no regrets in this life.

He is not old and dizzy, he is not a tearful and careless comfort, Han Xian's 'father' he can bear, because at this moment, the unfilial patriarch of Erbai is being banned by Han Xian in front of his heart.

Yin Gu is in front of the heart, how close is the centrifugation, why can't you take it as a part of the heart for the time being.

"Son, dad doesn't blame me. ”

The sound came out of the forbidden mantra, and was sent into Han Xian's ears by the wind, which was not only the voice of the elders of the Bai clan, but also the words of the closest relatives in the distance, and this sound of warmth fell into the heart of the bitter cold.

The man in the cold and snow finally lit a candle for himself.

It's still cold, but at least it makes your heart feel the temperature you've not felt in a long time.

The word 'hum' mantra was recalled by Han Xian and held it in the palm of his hand, and there was only a dark grievance on the face of the elder of the Bai clan.

"Hey~. ”

Han Xian sighed softly, his five fingers were retracted and merged, and the mantra words dissipated in the palm of his hand, and all the grievances in it were collected into the Yin Gu.

Is it too much missing, or is this sigh too sad?

So much so that at this moment, Han Xian's face was stained with a layer of blue and black shadows, and the whole person faintly felt sickly.

'Amitabha. ’

How could a Zen monk on the ground let go of everything, and the admiration in Han Xian's heart was beyond words: 'He has great compassion, he has immeasurable compassion, and he will definitely be able to defend himself under the blood intent sword. ’

But no matter how much the monk praised it in his heart, he couldn't stop the worry on his face, although Han Xian himself couldn't find the suspicion from the blue and black sickness that lingered on his body, but the divine monk's discerning eyes could indeed find the evil in it.

Resentment is hell, the Buddha enters it, the Buddha, he is still the Buddha.

But Han Xian entered this hell first, Han Xian or Han Xian?

Maybe he can ensure that the heart is not stained with dust, and call the name 'Han Xian', but what does this body use to ensure that he will not die, and the body will go to hell, so what's the use of only going to heaven in the heart.

"Amitabha. ”

The person who recites the Buddha is already reciting the Buddha with his eyes closed.

And Han Xian, who was determined to empty the Yiyang Hell, set off at an indomitable time, although his body was a little sick, but the god was not half haggard.

"Poly. ”

Rifeng Dao controlled his qi and vomited wildly, and the black whirlwind came as scheduled, Han Xian's eyes quickly fell on the center of the whirlwind, and he was worried in his heart.

I'm afraid that it will be Qin Muhai of the Qin Mu clan, after all, Han Xian, the prospective son-in-law, thinks that he is not ready to meet his father-in-law, not to mention that his daughter has not been by his side.

But what he wants to condense is Qin Muhai's body, after all, some things will definitely be experienced, so there is nothing bad about it at such an early moment, maybe he can still come up with a good solution to his current predicament.

After all, Qin Muhai, who used his own death as a plot to let the entire Yiyang City be buried for the Qin Mu clan, has terrifying wisdom.

And at this moment, is it really the Qin Mu clan that is condensing in front of you?

It was a face that was filled with a beard to the point of incredibity, and Han Xian could also sigh secretly and breathe a sigh of relief, it was not the Qin Mu clan that was condensed with resentment, but the Lan family's city lord Blue Ying.

"Giggle~~. ”

Yin Hu resented the two of them before, and there was not much way out, the blue eagle gurgled in his mouth, and his eyes fell on Han Xian's body, which had the intention of devouring him alive.

But there is indeed a very strong pride in the resentment of the blue eagle, and the head that is raised slightly raises looks at Han Xian like an ant.

How could he not be arrogant, after all, he was the master of Yiyang City appointed by the Yue Kingdom Imperial Court before his death.

But everyone knows his pathetic, this master is just an empty title that no one cares about, and Qin Muhai of the Qin Mu clan is the real heaven of Yiyang.

Fortunately, in the evening of one day, the peaks turned sometimes.

Yiyang has changed the sky, Qin Muhai has fallen, and the official orthodoxy of Blue Eagle can finally be justified again, but in the end, it was indeed found that the original world had changed, and he had been overturned.

Hate, hate, hate.

What is the use of the word 'city lord' that I once worked so hard to get?

I thought that this shining sign would win me a lot of attention, but that pride was only enjoyed for a day before being trampled on by others.

I can only pull my own pride out of the dirt and carefully protect it in the deepest part of my heart.

Since then, the word 'lord of the city' has continued to shine, but this light does not come from glory, but from shame.

Why don't you care about the court of the Moon Kingdom that you are loyal to, why would you let your courtiers be bullied by the people.

"Hate, hate, hate. ”

Lan Ying hated the words 'City Lord', and even more hated the Moon Kingdom Court that gave him these two words, because they did not help him defend the dignity that belonged to the City Lord.

But didn't Blue Eagle feel that this hatred was too much?

Could it be that the lord of the castle, who thought that he had become such a field, had not remembered his original intention?

Why did he go to great lengths to fight for the official orthodox 'city lord' daimyo, what he sought was not the protection of the Moon Kingdom, but an illusory glory, because in the hearts of too many people, only the strongest person in a city should be the 'city lord'.

The original intention is pride.

It's for pride.

The name of the 'City Lord' was contested, and the vanity of the strongest man in Yiyang City also swelled, but it did usher in a cliff-like fall in the midst of its prosperity.

The name of the 'City Lord' is still there, but the name of the first strongest person has been lost, but the vanity that has been blown up has not been lost, so Blue Eagle resents the Moon Kingdom court that does not help him to administer justice.

Loyal and dedicated, in exchange for the fate of being discarded and despised.

How can this 'loyalty' not be hated.