Han Zhixuan turned his head to look at Leng Xiaohan and said, "How do you know that he is?

Leng Xiaohan glanced at Han Zhixuan and said, "In this world, you are not the only one with special talents. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info didn't bother to pay attention to it before, it was just too lazy to pay attention to it. But I heard something about it the other day, so I decided to take care of it..."

"Who is it?, this is the City Lord's Mansion, not a place for you to come, leave quickly!" Leng Xiaohan, who was interrupted, was very unhappy, and after glancing at the guard who spoke, he smiled, and fanned the peach blossom fan.

"Whoa" and "poof" ignored the corpse that fell to the ground, Leng Xiaohan looked at the other guard who was trembling and drawing his sword, and said, "You can survive today not because you didn't speak, but because you didn't do anything bad." The figure flashed behind the guard, and the fan in his hand slammed on the back of the guard's neck, gently placing the fainting guard on the ground.

Said to the two people who were watching on the side: "Let's go! After solving the City Lord's Mansion, there is still a nest!" As he spoke, he stepped into the City Lord's Mansion, and his ridiculous voice sounded in the ears of Bei Ying Immortal and Han Zhixuan: "This City Lord is also enough, and he actually built the City Lord's Mansion near the Qinglou..."

Bei Ying Immortal and Han Zhixuan glanced at each other and followed helplessly.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Leng Xiaohan shook her fan and walked out with the two of them like a spring outing. The Northern Immortal followed behind Leng Xiaohan with an expressionless face, but Han Zhixuan couldn't hold back his joy, and he smirked twice from time to time.

"Hey, hey~~" When Han Zhixuan let out an almost idiotic smirk again, Leng Xiaohan couldn't hold back any longer, stopped and turned around and said, "Look at your little bit of talent, isn't it just some gold and silver?

Han Zhixuan took out a big gold ingot, hugged it and rubbed his face: "What's good about those, I still prefer gold and silver treasures to those." Hey, hey, hey...", he smirked again as he spoke.

Leng Xiaohan and the Northern Immortal glanced at each other, shook their heads and said, "This guy is hopeless, forget it, let's continue!"

A quarter of an hour later, Leng Xiaohan led the two to the northwest corner of the town. In the distance, you can see an altar square, in the middle of which is a circular altar on which an old man sits cross-legged. The ground below was painted in a jumble of formations, and on the side of the square were ten erected crosses.

Now there are ten people staring at the cross, hands outstretched, legs together. There was a long nail on the wrist and ankle, and the blood flowed down the cross into the formation below. But the crucified man did not shout and make noise, but looked at the old man sitting on the altar with feverish eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

More than 100 people knelt around the square, their heads on the ground, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony.

Leng Xiaohan and the others picked up Zhenyuan and listened, only to hear the ten people who were nailed muttering: "Go to heaven, go to heaven, go to heaven..."

Leng Xiaohan's face was pale, and he flew above everyone, and with a wave of the fan in his hand, "Thunder !!"

The weather turned cloudy in an instant, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky and split into the crowd. "Boom!" "Boom!" The sound of thunder sounded, and even then the kneeling people still did not raise their heads, and the people who were carried on the cross still murmured "Go to heaven" as if they did not see it. ”

After Leng Xiaohan chopped all seventy people to death, he looked at the dozens of people kneeling on the ground and the ten people crucified, shook his head and roared to the Buddha, "Where is the heaven you are talking about?

Looking at the people who came to their senses, Leng Xiaohan shook his head and turned around and left with the Northern Immortal and Han Zhixuan.

The Northern Immortal turned back and said, "Aren't we going to help those who are crucified? If the people below don't help them in time, they will die!"

Leng Xiao didn't look back, and said coldly: "Then let them die, I have already taken them from the hands of Hades." Whether they survive or not depends on their own luck. Poor people must have something to hate! Don't you find that there are children among those people? Even if you are not mentally strong, you will be bewitched, and you will die with your own children? Huh!"

After hearing this, Bei Ying Immortal knew that he couldn't persuade Leng Xiaohan anymore, so he couldn't help but move his gaze to Han Zhixuan.

Han Zhixuan hurriedly shook his head, pouted at Leng Xiaohan's back, and then waved his hand. Signal what the other person has decided, and you can't change it even if you say it.

The Northern Immortal stopped, turned to look at the altar square, and jumped towards the altar square with a bend of his legs. Leng Xiaohan turned around and grabbed the void with his left hand, and a big pink palm appeared, directly grabbing the Northern Immortal back: "I said, don't go!"

After speaking, he ignored the expression of the Northern Immortal and walked directly out of the city. Han Zhixuan looked at the Northern Immortal who was standing still, then looked at Leng Xiaohan who was walking outward, shrugged his shoulders at the Northern Immortal and chased after Leng Xiaohan.

The Northern Immortal stayed where he was, turned his head to look at the slowly lowering crosses, sighed, and turned to chase Leng Xiaohan. ran behind Leng Xiaohan and walked forward without saying a word.

Leng Xiaohan's domineering and unceremonious voice came: "This is the first time, and it is also the last time. I don't need to be ignorant, my mother-in-law, and I hope you take this to heart. ”

The Northern Immortal stopped in a daze, but the Northern Immortal stopped, and Leng Xiaohan still walked forward without the slightest intention of stopping.

After hearing that the Northern Immortal had followed again, Leng Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief. But he sighed and said, "Some people are worth saving, and some people are not." ”

When Leng Xiaohan said this, his voice sounded in the altar square at the same time: "There are no gods in the world, they are just some people or creatures with cultivation. Any religion and any god are just a sustenance in the heart, but there are obviously three cultures on the Tianyun Continent, Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism, and these people don't believe in it, but believe in some unknown gods.

Remember, that is, everything that asks you for money, for your property, for you is not a good thing.

Although there are three cultures, Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism, in the final analysis, they are just teaching people to be good, but the way of expression is different. Goodness is faith, and goodness is your own God.

Be kind to others and be kind to yourself. Love your neighbor before you love yourself, and blame others before you ask your heart. Troubles are like the wind, rising without roots. Sorrow is like snow, coming from nowhere. Think for others, live for yourself. The sight is the scenery, forgiveness is tolerance, concession is kindness, and indisputability is wisdom.

Treat others with gratitude, everyone is my teacher. Relatives let you know great love, friends let you know gratitude, opponents let you know tolerance, and villains let you know to see clearly. The eyes are wide enough to accommodate people, and the heart is wide to jump out of the Three Realms. Peaceful, natural, sudden, leisurely. ”

After listening to Leng Xiaohan's words, Han Zhixuan looked at Leng Xiaohan weakly and asked, "But I haven't seen you forgive anyone? ”