Xuyun said: "Chu Changyang originally wanted to leave the Xuanyue Sword for burial, but he thought that these two people were his brothers who were married in life and death, and the other was the person in his dream who had been fascinated by him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoNow that both of them have become ancient, the only one who has a connection with the two of them is this Xuanyue Sword. ”

He took the Xuanyue Sword down the Snow Peak, re-calcined and recast, and exhausted his life's energy and wisdom to make the current Xuanyue Sword. Then, seal your own power in it. The ten years of internal force you have obtained are the previous ones, and there are still sixty years of internal strength in the future, but you need to get them under other opportunities!"

It was the first time Yan Qingrui had seen this monk say something so seriously, she said, "Do you want to say that Gu Qianxi is me five hundred years ago?"

Xuyun closed his eyes, and only opened them after a while, the sadness, sadness, and compassion just now disappeared suddenly, his expression returned to indifference, and his expression returned to the previous casualness, and said lightly: "The fate is shallow, I don't know each other, the fate is saved, the opposite side is rare, the fate is extinguished, the sea is ruthless, the fate arises, the years are unstoppable, the fate is strong, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, the fate continues, the heart of heaven is unpredictable...... Everything is fate, who is whose past life? Who is whose present life? Everything depends on fate, why bother to investigate its roots!"

Yan Qingrui glanced sideways, and said that in fact, she had always felt that this was a god stick with a mouth full of running trains, and it was difficult for one of the ten sentences to be true, but at this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the roof, and the moonlight shone on his body, as if he had crossed a halo around him, which was indeed a solemn treasure and a sacred heart.

And what he said today is not half a point of hanging, not half of a joke, which is very in line with the image of his generation of abbots and monks.

Yan Qingrui said: "Divine stick, have you come to tell me about your past and present lives, are you going to Elysium?"

Dog-blood TV series are not often made up like this, but whenever a monk is a monk, he always sits down and dies after revealing something? Although this magic stick does not give her a good impression, if he really goes like this, she will still not bear it.

Sitting cross-legged with his hands folded, Xuyun, who was very solemn and monk-like, finally broke through after hearing Yan Qingrui's words, he glanced at Yan Qingrui, and said angrily: "Bliss your sister!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She said with black lines on her head: "Monks also scold? Besides, I don't have a sister!"

Xuyun put down Heshi's hand, and a chestnut bomb hit Yan Qingrui's head, and said, "The monk is also a human, you are allowed to curse the monk, and the monk is not allowed to vent his anger?"

Originally, Yan Qingrui could easily dodge this bomb, but thinking of that sad story, she didn't dodge, she took a solid beat, covered her forehead, and said: "Who told you to be so abnormal today, besides, Chu Changyang was so miserable at the beginning, I thought you had nothing to love!"

Xuyun gave her a big roll of his eyes again, and said, "You don't look at how many years have passed? The monk is transcendent from the world, and looks down on the world, and the things in the world are just floating clouds, let alone five hundred years ago?"

Yan Qingrui pouted, okay, he won. She asked, "Who is that Ling Tianyu?"

Xuyun said: "Nonsense, naturally...... Ling Tianyu!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

She rolled her eyes and said, "I guess, not everyone has such good luck and can be reincarnated for five hundred years, so he died five hundred years ago, and there is no reincarnation in this life, I guess right?"