The red-haired woman was noncommittal: "I'm going to ask you." Your friend is not optimistic about yourself, why did you come to ask me?"

The swordsman didn't want to argue with him, and glanced at himself in the mirror. She is obviously a thief shouting to catch a thief, not that she is acting step by step and deliberately setting up a situation, how can they be separated again and again!

He propped his hands on the intersection of the two mirrors, and with a strong push, they flipped over, leaving a passage for the swordsman: "I can't afford to mess with you, I should always be able to hide." ”

The swordsman flipped over several mirrors in a row, and the person shuttled between them, and the distance between him and the woman was as far away as possible.

"You don't want to talk to me!" the red-haired woman raised an eyebrow, suppressing the loss in her heart.

"Bones!" the swordsman walked back and forth between the flipped mirrors, but in vain.

Xiaoyaosheng fell into the mirror world, but he still didn't know it. Maybe it was because I had consumed too much physical strength before, which indirectly led to the weakness of consciousness, and I didn't even find the flaws in front of me.

"Amitabha!" Xiaoyaosheng was caught in a dilemma, and he never knew how to make a choice when faced with such problems. It seems that there is no better way than to listen quietly.

"Master, please. A young man dressed in a gorgeous costume knelt on the futon in front of the Buddha, although his face was like a crown of jade, but he was in tears, and he was already crying almost like no one.

It is said that the man does not flick when he has tears, and this pilgrim must have encountered some trouble. The object of his words was not Xiaoyaosheng, but Elder Fa Ming of the Huasheng Temple.

Whether to agree or not to agree is up to Elder Fa Ming, but Xiao Yaosheng, who was standing on the side, was still tormented.

"Donor, we are not a martial arts hall here, but a temple. "Elder Fa Ming had to reiterate the nature of the Avatar Temple, in order to dispel the thoughts of the people in front of him.

"However, the Xuanmen Sect Spell taught by the Huasheng Temple can help me take revenge. Still, he said the purpose.

Where can we endure the hatred of a broken family and the death of a person! The hatred of parents is not shared. The man clenched his fists, he knew that it would be difficult to enter the gate of the Avatar Temple.

Because they do not advocate the use of force to solve the problem.

The luxury of the man's body can be imagined, and he was also the son of a rich and noble family before. It's just normal for clothes to stretch out their hands, and to open their mouths for food, where is there any martial arts foundation. It is impossible to enter the Tang Dynasty Mansion, although it can also give him the power of revenge, but to enter it is one test after another.

"Amitabha, donor. Huasheng Temple is a place where Buddhism cultivates, as for what you said, teaching spells is just for self-preservation. "Of course, Elder Fa Ming wouldn't let go so easily.

He understands this kind of suffering, but a monk just forgets his home, has no home, and breaks off the red dust, how can he be bitter and entangled in the past.

"As a son of man, if you don't avenge the killing of your parents, you are unfilial. The man continued to plead, he had never bowed down and been small. However, there is no bullying in the world but still blindly swallowing the truth.

"Pound, pound!" Before the night faded, there was a knock on the door of a large house.

The housekeeper trotted to open the door: "Young Master Wen?" When he saw the down-and-out young man knocking on the door, he was stunned at first, and then suddenly thought of something, and quickly closed the door from the inside: "Young Master Wen, you can go." Our young master can't help you. ”

Wen Gongzi's heart slowly cooled, this was the fifth time he was rejected today. He knew that when such a thing happened, everyone was afraid to avoid it, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope that there would be people who were really willing to help.

His voice was a little hoarse: "I only want to ask you, did you say this, or did he say it?"

The butler was still on the other side of the door, and did not leave, he hesitated: "I, I said it." "The young master once told that if this young man Wen who caused a storm in the city came, he couldn't let him in.

The young master is unwilling to come forward to be a villain, so he can only rely on him. The housekeeper raised his voice again: "I said, Master Wen, you are already down, and you have nothing to do with our young master anymore." Helping you will only bring us death. ”

There is a good saying, if people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed. They should also think for themselves.

Wen Gongzi left from the steps in despair, such a short journey, but it took a long time. Gone are the happy days of playing with these so-called friends. These people, but they just value his family background, and now the tree is falling apart, which is normal.

People want to protect themselves, but to put it bluntly, what is wrong? This is his hatred, and no one has the obligation to take responsibility. However, the world is so cold, it can be such a divine death.

People should always experience something to see through something and grow up slowly. However, the pain of such growth is too miserable and the price is too heavy.

"Donor, let's go. Elder Fa Ming clasped his hands together and leaned over slightly, which was regarded as a farewell. When he turned to leave, he left another sentence, "If one day, you no longer learn spells for revenge, the Avatar Temple should welcome you." ”

Wen Gongzi was relieved in his memories just now, and he heard such a sentence. If he says he won't take revenge on himself, does that mean there's a chance?

From Xiaoyaosheng's point of view, the man's head was always lowered, and he couldn't even see his appearance except for the clear shape and outline. But for some reason, this person is familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere. Xiaoyaosheng can even be sure that he has seen it more than once.

Wen Gongzi raised his head, and the hand that was quietly shrunk in his sleeve tightened, hate, he would not let it go no matter what. For this reason, it is not hesitated to lie and deceive people.

"I'm bothering the little master. Wen Gongzi suddenly raised his head and made up his mind, but he happened to meet Xiaoyaosheng's inquiring gaze.

Wen Gongzi instantly lowered his eyes and turned to leave. But he was left alone to stand in front of the Buddha, and he was shocked into a cold sweat.

Wen Gongzi turned out to be a disciple of Huasheng Temple, his own junior brother - Wen Jue!

No wonder his Dharma name is very different from that of many brothers and sisters. You must know that the Huasheng Temple has always been distinctive, and it can be inferred from the Dharma name that everyone is a disciple of the first generation.

No matter what generation Wenjue's Dharma name is placed in, it is so out of place.

It turned out that it was Elder Fa Ming who knew that he still had a grudge in his heart and couldn't let go of his deep hatred. I specially gave him such a different legal name.

Wen reserved for him the name that was tied with him for a lifetime in the red dust. Jue, I hope that one day, he will be able to have an epiphany and awaken, and let go of it in order to get Chang Happiness.

Two words, but they are completely different directions in life. Where to go, except for Wen Jue himself, no one is qualified to decide for him.

This must have been many years ago. Wen Jue has been here for three years. But why do you do it all over again today?

Xiao Yaosheng stared at the futon that Wen Jue knelt on the ground in a daze, how could he never know that there was such a painful past in Senior Brother Wen Jue?