Today's world is very quiet and peaceful, even the birds are very interested in resting on the branches and holding their breath, the silence of this world and the quietness of the creatures here are undoubtedly waiting for a complex and contradictory person. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Woo~~. ”

The drums and horns carried the supreme majesty of the royal family to dye the quiet world first, and the yellow dragon burst out of the white mist.

Where the royal majesty reaches, how can a bird stay on this branch?

Suddenly the air was full of panicked birds, because the place could not be quiet, so they fled, but the world was destined to accept this group of restless people.

"Master, disturb the silence of the Buddhist Gate," Chu Xin folded his hands and bowed slightly, and said humbly.

"Amitabha. ”

In the end, there is a high monk, in the face of the apology from the royal family, Wuhui Zen Master did not have a trace of sincerity and fear on his face, his face was still in the face of the Buddha, and he chanted a Buddha horn in his mouth, and bowed down with countless monks behind him: "Old man Wuhui, bring the monks of Zenye Temple to welcome His Majesty the Emperor of the Moon Kingdom." ”

For this ceremony, if it is really the emperor, he will definitely look sideways, for example, a pair of eyes behind Chu Xin are all blaming and slightly angry, for them, monks are also people, without the offering of the imperial court, the Buddha in the temple would have already taken the golden body and lost the paint into the ground, and this monk who is not thick and high is just relying on the luck of his ancestors, if it were not for the ancestors of the Chu people who died under the red maple tree and scattered under the tree, how can the monk be majestic today.

If you are in the dead nature of the earth, wood, and clay, you are worried about the royal majesty and are angry, and you will cut off the offerings to the whole temple and drink the northwest wind from now on.

"Master, please get up. ”

Although Chu Xin's trip was to set up the score, it was time to put away the royal score here, and his hands hurriedly helped the body of Zen Master Wuhui up.

Chu Xin said softly: "It is really hard for the upper and lower levels of the Zenye Temple to take care of the graves of the ancestors. ”

"Hehe, everything is fate. Zen Master Wuhui shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, please." ”

"Edge. ”

How do you interpret this word?

How can Chu Xin understand that the ancestor was fortunate to meet the last sound of the qin here, and his encounter with him must be fate, and his ascension to this cage-like throne can be fate, I am afraid that even the Buddha himself will not be able to explain it clearly.

The wind blows and the leaves rustle, and the red leaves dance in the air like butterflies.

'Wouldn't it be quiet if you were like a leaf that drifts with the wind?'

But at this moment, Chu Xin is indeed a fantasy and a delusion, and the royal majesty behind him is the shackles of this cage, so that the people in it dare not have half of the extravagant hope.

Such as leaves, when a body light.

At this moment, Chu Xin, who shoulders the entire family and the world of the Moon Kingdom, can't do it.

But she is destined not to be lonely, even here I don't know how many people are imprisoned, but without her glamorous, Han Xian in the secret place of the red maple tree is the one who is really imprisoned.

The person shrouded in the ghost fire was extremely eerie, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth made Han Xian look like a hell monster.

His eyes sneered, and he glanced at the trapped Thunder Shackles.

"Hmph. ”

With a cold snort in his mouth, his body directly turned into a black light, and his fist smashed on the thunder shackles, and his voice was inhuman, almost like a ghost roaring: "Break it for me." ”

Nine times out of ten, not to mention Han Xian, who is full of disasters and difficulties, even if he becomes a real ghost, he can only struggle in unsatisfactory situations.

Under the hard regret of the fist, the ridiculous thing is that not even a trace of thunder ripples were shaken, and a flash of lightning directly rushed around Han Xian's arm to his body.

"Goo~~. ”

Han Xian snorted in his mouth, and the restless person was actually repelled by the unconscious shackles.

The ghost's body was already restless, and this defeat fueled the hatred in the anger, and the only reason left was also in turmoil, maybe in the blink of an eye, Han Xian's body would have to fall into the walking dead controlled by the ghost.

Undoubtedly, this is the dream in the hearts of countless souls.

But as long as it is a dream, it must be extremely difficult to achieve, how many times have the ghosts been infinitely close to controlling Han Xian's body, but it is either the balance of the 'demon knife', or the stroke of genius from others, the final result is all failure.

But this time it was different, the 'Demon Knife' seemed to be non-existent, and the magic stroke of others was indeed dusted under Han Xian's deliberate destruction.

Isn't all this predestined by God, even God is merciful to us, and finally the time has come to be the master of the house.

Dreams are just dreams.

Even if it is a dream, it will ignore too many forks in the road, but the fork in the road is real.

Han Xian's only remaining light of reason was at the moment of death, but these eyes were still firmly seeing for what it saw, and a very soft light floated in the gray sky of the sky.

My heart was already sighing: "This soft light is so warm." ”

And the heart is even more praised: "The people in it are so beautiful." ”

The softness and warmth of the light are all caused by the beauty of that person, and his own shred of reason, which is about to be lost, has taken the opportunity to take advantage of this beauty to successfully gain a foothold again.

"Rongruo. ”

The Sound Saint Lord and Qin Mu Rongruo appeared together in the soft light, and their sides stood even more incompatible.

Only Qin Murongruo knew best why this thing appeared here, and when he decided to follow the prince to the imperial capital, he buried Wuxiangfeng at the foot of the red maple ancient tree.

Unexpectedly, the Sound Saint Lord would indeed take it away, and at this moment, the blade of the Phaseless Spear was even more wrapped around this Chu Yue's hope, and a thin string was wrapped around it.

The ultimate purpose of Qin Murongruo's trip is, of course, for it.

But now the man was so close to it that he had forgotten it, and the man filled the whole chamber of the heart.

The dark silence of the ghost was still burning, but Han Xian's face was indeed forced to open this blackness, blooming with a trace of colorful color.

"First. ”

Qin Mu Rongruo's voice was speechless, her throat had been numbed by Han Xian's grief, and this call should be driven by her heart instinct, and even her body was slowly approaching Han Xian under this instinct.

What's wrong with him, what a life he was when Zen Leaf Temple left that day?

But today, the person with the ghost roaring around him, is his name still called Han Xian?

He still called him by this name, and he thought he had forgotten him day and night, but when his breath and his voice sounded outside the carriage, he realized that this was not forgetting, but turning into a seed that grew with the passage of time.

I want to deceive, I want to laugh.

He deceived himself with the monstrous hatred in his heart, saying that it was only because he felt guilty about hurting his life, but in the end, he found that this guilt was too unique.

Under the guilt, why does his appearance have the warmth of the early spring sun, so that he will not be numb in the cold weather of winter, how can this "love" be covered by the word "deception".

All smart people think of ridicule, and even they don't have the courage to face it, so they think of using light veils to cover up their ugliness, as long as they are human, they will feel fear.

But in the end, I did find that the light veil to cover up the ugly self needs more from his warm face, and it seems to catch him unconsciously, in his sleep.

I want to know you

Longevity

There are no tombs in the mountains

The river is exhausted

Winter thunder and earthquakes

Summer rain and snow

Heaven and earth are combined

Don't dare to break with you

Heaven, don't take him away, okay?

"Hey~~. ”

The Sound Saint Lord sighed slightly, Qin Mu Rongruo's body suddenly trembled slightly, his eyes were full of Chu Chu Ke Ling, and he whispered, "Help him." ”

The Lord of the Sound Saint smiled lonely, can this be saved by himself?

I want to, but I don't have enough energy to spare, and the ghosts take the opportunity to invade the bone marrow, and it's not easy to remove them, and it's a fluke that people are still alive now.

But sometimes those who are not strong enough do have the heart to try.

"Please be relieved and let me try. The Sound Saint Lord whispered.

Qin Mu Rongruo's every move was under Han Xian's gaze, watching her approach for herself, and seeing her stop for the people around her.

If you hate this, it must be that she will be imprisoned.

"Ah~~. ”

Paranoia must make people forget the pain, whether it is Han Xian's fist or Han Xian's head, they are all carrying their bodies and trying to rush out.

Of course, all you get is the scars of the thunder burn.

But this time, the person who was carried away by the word 'love' did burst out with great power, and under the bombardment of thunder again and again, Han Xian did not retreat, and was very brave to squeeze on the thunder shackles.

If it can be done with tenacity and bravery, then what shackles are there in the world.

Since he had the heart to give it a try, of course the Sound Holy Lord would not waste time, and his body flickered slightly and came to the outside of the thunder shackles, his eyes swept Han Xian with a bit of approval, and his heart was already sighing: If he has one-tenth of yours, God will treat me well.

"Giggle~~. ”

Any praise that fell in Han Xian's eyes at this moment would also be a look of ridicule, and his mouth was already vague, and he roared: "Give Rong Ruo back to me." ”

"She, hehe~~. ”

The Sound Saint Lord smiled, shook his head slightly, and said, "Boy, you should live first." ”

Han Xian's face was slightly startled, and he roared, "What do you want." ”

"If it works, you'll be grateful to me. ”

"Die. ”

Undoubtedly, Han Xianyi thought that this was a joke, and there was a roar in his mouth, and his fist was raised again and slammed into the thunder shackles, this time it was surprisingly strong, and the shackles were actually shaken.

It's even more surprising, even Han Xian himself is a little sluggish, and the thunder under the fist at this moment is not just shaking, but slowly collapsing.

Surprise and joy, doesn't this mean that the cage is destroyed, and the sky is wide from now on?

Han Xian's eyes swept a glance at the Sound Saint Lord, and when the sky was wide, he had to destroy this person first, and as soon as his left hand was raised, the sun Feng vigorously carried the roar of the ghost soul and rushed towards the Sound Saint Lord.

People who are restrained by ghosts, their brains must be a little short-circuited, do you really think that your fist has broken through the cage, just think about it with your brain, you can understand that this is just the sound of the Holy Lord himself withdrew.

"Hum~. ”

The reactive power had long been doomed, Ri Feng just threw himself into a little bit and stopped in the air in vain, and the Sound Saint Lord just glanced at it slightly, and that Ri Feng actually turned around very obediently and gave Han Xian himself a frame, and even the black ghost karmic fire was imprisoned.

"Uh~~. ”

But it was this countermeasure that really gave Han Xian's reason the absolute upper hand, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were clear, what did this person mean?

The Sound Saint Lord had no intention of solving Han Xian's doubts, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "Let's start." ”

"Whew~~. ”

There was a light movement in the air, and all those who had blocked Han Xian's advance appeared at once, and said in unison, "See the Holy Lord." ”

All of them are respectful, but anyone can see the embarrassment.

The people who ask for it are asking for themselves, and only they really know what the price of this salvation will be, and what risks they need to take.