"Wuyazi, suffer death!" I only heard a loud shout, and the sound was like thunder and anger, I was afraid that the entire underground palace would hear it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shen Dongli firmly believed that he didn't speak, and there were dead people all around him, how could such a sentence suddenly come out?

And this is not the popular official dialect of Jiuyou, but the Shujiang dialect that is biased towards the ancient dialect. Shen Dongli had only heard it from the mouths of the older goblins in his family, and now that he heard it, he felt quite familiar.

Seeing that the broken sword was about to pierce straight into the white-clothed monk's heart, Shen Dongli tried to pull the broken sword back, but he couldn't resist this obsession at all.

The wave of qi lifted the white-clothed monk's forehead, and Shen Dongli glanced at the white-clothed monk's face, and his heart was suffocated.

Her master.

Suddenly, I only felt that the dust was flying, time was slowing down, and the years were turning back to the way she was when she was five years old.

If she is really just cannon fodder in Lu Xiaoqin's Immortal Story, if she has to start all over again, she would rather start her life again than like now, how good it would be if the author could rewrite an ending for her.

She is so calm about Shen Dongli's life only because she has no attachment to these nine shadows, and she has more responsibilities than emotions for Shen Qiang. Now that this white-clothed monk looks so much like her former master, Shen Dongli is really difficult to calm down.

White-clothed and snowy, humble as jade, gentlemanly and Confucian.

At that time, the frost and dew were thick, and she was picked up from the field by the master and named Dongli. The master fed her goat's milk, changed her diaper, let her lose her temper, let her cry resounding throughout the West Temple, pulled her up year after year, and taught her exercises.

To this day, is there still a sound of babbling in the west hall? Are there still disciples playing and laughing?

The west hall has long been deserted, Shen Dongli asked himself.

Shen Dongli mourned in his heart, even if he knew that this monk was not a master, Shen Dongli was unwilling to hurt him. Suddenly, an extremely strong demonic energy erupted, and he intercepted the broken sword halfway, forcing the broken sword to turn around and pierce deeply into the wall.

Just now she was led up by this stubborn broken sword, but it was because stabbing this white-clothed monk was not something worthy of special attention to Shen Dongxuan, and at this moment, it was different before, this white-clothed monk resembled a master, she couldn't bear it in her heart, she didn't want to, so she naturally wanted to force the broken sword to change her course.

"Little brother, you just need to touch the demon cultivator in the middle, and I'll give you this body as you like, okay?" This sword failed, and a bewitching female voice immediately echoed in his ears.

Whispering, soft with demons, isn't it a charm, what is it?

Shen Dongli flew forward and pulled the broken sword from the wall, determined to take the broken sword into his own hands. This is her weapon, and she will never let others dictate her again. Shen Dongli clenched the hilt of his sword and turned a deaf ear to the female voice in his ear.

What's more, she can't take it away, and she is not a male cultivator, so what is the use of this female cultivator's body.

"You're not dead yet?" Shen Dongli replied indifferently.

"Little sister, I've been stuck here for a long time, I'm so bored." Shen Dongli only felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and slowly crossed over, and she actually felt a chill in this stone room full of fire aura.

"Why did you draw my sword to kill the white-clothed monk?" Shen Dongli asked, his tone flat.

"You say that the white-clothed Shura has no end? Hehehe, this kind of person, everyone gets and condemns, this person wants me to commit to him, I don't obey, he traps me here. ”

Shen Dongli sneered: "In order to trap you, he is willing to sit and die?" ”

"Who said he was dead, the old man was just asleep." Shen Dongli felt the weight on his shoulders lighten. I saw a green shadow hovering around the white-clothed monk for a few times, floating around, but he didn't dare to step forward, as if he hesitated.

Seeing that Shen Dongli sneered again, the green shadow stretched out his hand and touched the cheek of the white-clothed monk as if he had made a decision.

After a gentle touch, the earth crumbled.

Ashes.

There were no bones left, only a handful of loess.

Shen Dongli's heart ached, but he could only hold back and look straight ahead with an expressionless face. Why should she feel heartache for this stranger? Is it just because he has a skin that resembles his master?

Shen Dongli persuaded himself to see through all this, but he still had a suffocating heart, so he had to let it go. The master has already soared, and he must be in the fairy world at this moment, still chic and wanton, and suave. But why didn't Master show up when she died?

Shen Dongli couldn't bear to think about it.

Whether it's the master who doesn't care about her or sits, it's all so sad.

However, Master is not this appearance, Master is her memory, her childhood, youth, youth, and nostalgia for the past. Everyone says that yesterday's various things are like yesterday's death, but yesterday's various achievements have made the current Shen Dongli, if she forgets it all, then she seems to have lost half her life.

To try to fulfill oneself by forgetting is tantamount to self-deception.

Shen Dongli didn't want to forcibly erase this memory, even if she was so sad at the moment. Admit the past, admit yourself, face it bravely, and go along with your heart. Letting go is not forgetting, letting go is knowing that such a thing exists, but it will no longer make waves again.

This is Shen Dongli's way.

"Yo, this old man is already dead, lie to me!" The green shadow was so angry that he jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, and his arrogance rose. This old man is dead, what is she afraid of.

"What are you crying about?" She was also surprised that this demon cultivator actually shed tears for Wu Yanzi?

Shen Dongli lowered his eyes and reached out to touch his cheek. "The predecessors cultivated so profoundly, but they also ended up like this, and I was sad in my heart."

Green Shadow said disdainfully: "This boundless son is famous for killing demon cultivators, and countless demon cultivators have died in his hands!" Now it's just the retribution he deserves! ”

Shen Dongli didn't want to argue with her, so he turned around and wanted to leave. This female demon cultivator is only afraid that it is the one she sees, but why is she so sympathetic in the picture, but now that she sees it, she can't appreciate it?

I am afraid that it was because she had not seen the appearance of the whitefriar at that time.

She also made a preconceived mistake, and Shen Dongli reflected on herself.

However, Shen Mingzhu had already taken the small ding and left, she was afraid that it would delay too much time, which would be unfavorable to Ah Man. What's more, this demon cultivator must have something to ask her for, otherwise how could she keep seducing herself.

"Wait," Green Shadow said anxiously, "you haven't said what your name is. ”

What do you have to do with it, Shen Dongli replied in his heart, raised his feet and left.

"I have a magic cultivation technique, don't go!" Green Shadow was a little anxious.

It was as if Shen Dongli didn't have the method himself.

"Huangquan Jue, Huangquan Jue!" This demon cultivator's remnant soul jumped to his feet, and he couldn't wait to catch up with Shen Dongli and take her back. However, she could not get out of the stone chamber.

Shen Dongliang, who had his back to the green shadow, moved his nose, but his footsteps did not stop. She was waiting for the next sentence.

"What do you want, you say, don't go!"

Shen Dongli stopped, turned his head and said, "The sword intent on my sword is yours, teach me." (To be continued.) )