The young man's heart moved, he put away his momentum, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, Mr. for the sword." ”

Fang Ye nodded and said: "The young man is chivalrous and courageous, loyal, and his blood is like this water, like clear and clear, like movement and quiet, like sink, like overflow, like softness and strength, this sword is also what you deserve." Since the young man has obtained this sword, he has also caught a sword in the next, and he will say goodbye!"

"Sir, please leave your name, I Xuan Fanyi will repay Mr. for his great kindness one day!" the young man tilted his head, clenched his fists again, and said with a slight bend of his body.

"Ye below, the square of the circle, the fire is into Ye. ”

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The teapot with celadon tile mouth on the mahogany round table floats with faint green smoke, and the four sides of the pot are printed with plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum ornaments. He wears a silk shirt with a Buddha's head and a portrait of a beautiful woman behind him.

On the roof, Fang Ye, who was standing in the breeze, closed his eyes.

Inside, he poured a cup of tea and drank it hard.

He is the thirteenth young master of the Linfeng Pavilion, and unlike the young masters of other nobles, he once enjoyed the beautiful scenery with one of his own maidservants.

Wang Xiaoping, a picturesque woman, was privately married by her mother to an old tailor with a wrinkled face, because the old tailor saved a lot of silver. But he also heard that the old tailor was either drinking all day long or going out to have fun.

He was furious and killed the old tailor, and when she was still unwilling to accept the high-ranking young master, she finally became a nun.

Fang Ye jumped down from the roof, Cong Shuheng noticed that someone was coming, but he didn't care, and continued to take a big sip of hot tea.

"The sun shines in the east, and everything is luxuriant. Why is it so dark and terrible here, donor?"

"Who are you?"

"In the lower Ye, in order to solve the troubles of the donor, Da Luo is a god who destroys the world, and the donor is trapped by love, how do you know the solution?"

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. Cong Shuheng put down the teacup and said impatiently.

"The donor knows that what you miss now is also 'the gradual widening of the belt and never regrets it, and she will make people haggard for Yi'. ”

"So what?"

"As the saying goes, 'if the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight', in this case, the donor still doesn't understand?"

Cong Shuheng was thinking about what Fang Ye said.

"I'm waiting for you at Zhengtianguan. After Fang Ye finished speaking, he left.

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. Cong donor, everything in the world is like a passing cloud, fleeting, even if the moon is full, it is only a hundred years. At the beginning, Da Luo destroyed the world, and he was angry and became a red face, and he only had to be difficult to overcome in this life. There is a way for the immortals, cut off the seven feelings, break the six desires, the six impure people are not immortal, the donor fairy root wisdom bone is not bumpy, this time cut off the love robbery, the natural water to achieve the golden pill. If it's a matter of red dust, you can come to the Central World to find me, Fang Ye. ”

At this time, Fang Ye put away the beginning, left a letter and handed it to a young long-haired nun in Zhengtianguan.

The young nun's eyes were like water, but with a touch of coldness, looking into the distance, ten fingers were slender, skin was like clotted fat, snow white with pink, a pair of red lips, unopened but seemed to be able to hear her voice, untied her hair, green silk danced with the wind, emitting bursts of fragrance, slender waist, slender limbs, fairy-like temperament, but it was a pity that the face was thin, such a beautiful person like a fairy but without a trace of the talent of a cultivator, until the years passed, the heart floated, after all, she would leave before her intended person.

A white dress on the ground, rusty butterfly dark lines, a green silk with butterfly tassels shallow, wrinkled eyebrows with spring, exuding a faint light, eyebrows lightly swept, no powder on the face, but still can't hide the stunning face, a string of sandalwood Buddha beads around the neck, more and more called the collarbone clear, the white jade bracelet sent by the twelve young masters on the wrist lined up like snow skin, an ordinary cloth shoes on the feet without modification, beautiful eyes flowed, gently walked to the door, the corners of the skirt flew, like a pale butterfly that lost its breath in the dark, the expression was indifferent, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, until a series of rapid knocks sounded outside the door of Zhengtianguan, and the corners of the mouth hooked a fleeting smile, as ethereal and brilliant as fireworks.

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Fang Ye quietly watched the two of them hug each other, knowing that he could do enough, and decided to go back to the city of the lock and go to the Fei family with Zhou Tiancai to see the tears of the green lotus jade.

After Fang Ye saw the Sun Yao Divine Official, Da Luo's Extinction Reincarnation Cong Ji Heng, and the Shui Yao Divine Official, Wanli Lake Guangxuan Fanyi, he finally knew why the Seven Yao Divine Officials were reincarnated in the mortal world.

Water is like "good is like water." Water is good for all things without fighting, and it is evil for everyone, so it is more than the Tao. Living in a good place, a good heart, with good benevolence, good words and letters, good governance, good things, good time, the husband is not fighting, so there is no "water", there is no contention with the world, the heart of the world, but it is difficult. In front of him is the Divine Sword Divine Source Lingshui Sword in his previous life that can fulfill his ambitions, and he thinks twice before acting, but in fact he is indecisive and indecisive. And the sun Yao Daluo is like a scorching sun, only knows how to shine on others, and does not know how to accept others. A skill was trapped by love words, and at the beginning, because of the anger of Chong Guan, he made a big fuss in the fairy world, and finally reincarnated in the mortal world, there have been eighteen reincarnations.

And Feng Yao Zhou Tiancai was also confused before he woke him up, and he couldn't comprehend such a precious wind inheritance in the Zhou family.

Some of the cultivators who are reincarnated by Qiyao are mortals, although they have different strengths, but once they awaken, they can all be said to be peerless demons. And Fang Ye needed to help them awaken, of course, in addition to Qi Yao, there were many people on the list that Yan gave Fang Ye.

However, for the time being, Fang Ye went to the Locking Sun City first.

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Zhengtian view.

The handsome man's shallow, clear brown eyes like glass, revealing a distressing pampering in his eyes.

"For so many years, you and I have been thinking about it day and night, but why did you choose to leave me?"

"Young master, slave maid ......" The girl looked at him with a touching expression, as if she was sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a plain gauze dress, long to the ground, and the feather yarn was layered on top of each other, and was illuminated by the setting sun, dyed into a golden yellow, and I don't know what it was woven from. The girl's mustache is stacked and green, her green temples are like clouds, and she also looks very luxurious, and her face is even more skinny and her lips are like Danzhu, and she was interrupted by the man holding her as soon as she spoke.

"Shhhhhhhh ”

"Ju Heng, I was already a wife at that time, how could I remarry you casually. It was hateful to hate that mother, and she sold me for some silver taels. ”

"No, Xiaoping. It's me who is bad. I was too young at that time to be ignorant, I only knew how to take care of face, and I didn't dare to say my love for you, and I only regretted that it was too late now. ”

"Ju Heng, let's go, I can see you again, I have died without regrets. If there is an afterlife, I hope to see you again. With that, the girl pushed away the man's strong chest, leaving only a letter and leaving.

The next day, Cong Shuheng came to Zhengtianguan again.

And it was a little nun who opened the door.

"Hello donor, may I ask what the donor is coming from. ”

Cong Shuheng touched his head and said, "I'm here to find a person named Wang Xiaoping." ”

"Wang Xiaoping, we don't seem to have this person in our view?" the little nun also scratched her head and thought for a while and said.

An old nun walked out of the courtyard and said, "Xiaoping, she is already a red dust, and she has traveled all over the world." ”

"Eh, is it Senior Sister Yinheng?"

"Yes, Xiaoping's name is Yinheng, this donor can go back. ”

Cong Shuheng's heart was shocked, Yin Heng, Yin Heng, isn't it Yi Heng? He smiled bitterly, "Since that's the case, then let her go." Maybe that's the best outcome. ”

"If the donor can let go of his obsession, he will definitely achieve a great career in the future, which is also what Yinheng hopes to see. Amitabha. The old nun turned and left.

"Amitabha. The little nun folded her hands and closed the door.