Zhang's mansion has become a ruin, and in my memory, the elders who can be regarded as relatives, grandfather, Aunt Li, committed suicide in front of their eyes, and their home is gone. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In this life, the place where it grows, the imprint of growing up, can only exist in memories. Relatives are not there, teachers are not there, brothers and sisters and friends, I don't know about life and death, Tiansha Lone Star, what do I care about in this world!

The heart-rending roar shook all directions, the heavens and the earth changed color, and there was thunder in the reserve. "Heh, heh, the bald donkey of the Red Lotus Temple, the game has begun. Zhang Qiwei smiled and whispered, and his momentum exploded, and the volley went straight to the three monks.

More than a dozen earth-colored towering pillar stones suddenly appeared around the three of them, the runic light flickered, and they rotated into a cage. Xuantu Lingping, a simplified spell from the Great Array of the Earth Spirit Palace, trapped and killed. The three monks of the Red Lotus Temple, who were originally arrogant, now their faces have changed wildly, and they are frantically attacking the pillar stones, wanting to break through the captivity of the Lingping.

The three monks are all equivalent to the foundation building period of the mage, received the secret order of the ancestral temple, exterminated the monk and his family who suddenly appeared in Qingzhou Mansion, originally thought that it was an easy thing to establish authority, but did not want to cause a catastrophe. This monk, whether it is momentum or magic, is similar to the Dan period, which is similar to the archmage.

The biggest feature of the Dan period is that I can get a glimpse of the power of rules, control a small range of heaven and earth, and produce the effect of being my own territory. Within the Xuantu Spirit Screen, the spiritual power of the three monks was suppressed very strongly, that is to say, it was equivalent to letting Zhang Qi slaughter.

Mana is not good, there is also a magic weapon. The three monks are walking outside the Red Lotus Temple, taking on the important task of spreading the Dharma, and they can not have the treasure of protecting the Dharma. The demon slaying pestle turned into a hell bone dragon, but it spewed black fire, constantly impacting the Xuantu Spirit Screen. A pair of bells were offered, and they did not make a sound, but they shook the pillars and stones, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The middle-aged monk in the lead took off the bead chain hanging around his neck and threw it in the air. The jade Buddha in the middle of the bead chain flashed out a hundred zhang of red light, and on the top of the heads of the three monks, the Buddha statue appeared in the Dharma body. Blood and tears flowed in the Buddha's eyes, and the red light fell like a curtain, protecting the three monks. The Dharma body of the Buddha statue is also blood red, which is mysterious, blood Buddha statue.

In the space of the Xuantu Spirit Screen, three mountain peaks appeared in the curtain, and the three monks were suddenly suppressed. In the Tuling Palace, Zhang Qi endured the power of the Nine Mountains before reaching the peak. However, due to the limitations of mana and realm, even the mountain trick, Zhang Qi can only cast three mountains. But for the three monks of the Red Lotus Temple, the power of suppression is enough.

The red light and the mountain peaks confronted, and the blood Dharma statue appeared a crack. On the top of the mountain, he stretched out like a demon god, and a sword appeared in his hand, flashing with earthy yellow light. Raising eyebrows and swords, in the battle of Bazhou that year, almost collapsed, Zhang Qi did not give up, and recast it in the Tuling Palace by the fire of Tuling Xuanhuang, and was reborn and transformed into a magic weapon. This sword is still unstable, and Zhang Qi is reluctant to use it easily. But at this time, he could only use this sword to quickly kill the two monks, and then, leave one monk to suppress the soul search and find out who the holy spirit of the Red Lotus Temple is.

The eyebrow sword was swung, and the thunder that had been stored in the sky for a long time erupted. The sword was silent, the thunder exploded, and two bolts of lightning pierced the sky. Xuan Ming Slash, a Taoist technique originating from a foreign land, I don't know whether it has attracted the power of heaven and earth, thunder and lightning, or it is against the harmony of heaven, and the will of heaven is angry and warns.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, the downpour came. In the screams, the two monks were crushed into a pool of flesh and blood, the mountain peaks disappeared, and the flesh and blood on the ground were washed away by the rain. The bone dragon was reduced to a demon-slaying pestle, and it was broken on the ground. The bell shattered into slag, the Blood Dharma statue collapsed, and the red light of protection all dissipated.

The Xuantu Spirit Screen tightened, and the middle-aged monk was imprisoned in it, unable to move. An illusory big hand clasped on its heavenly spirit cover, and after a moment, the big hand grabbed it violently, bursting into red and white. "Have you seen enough, remember me?" Sen Ran's question resounded through the rainy night. There was a burst of sound in the air, and the disciples of the various sects lurking in Qingzhou Mansion witnessed the whole process, and none of them dared to come forward. All of them were in the middle of Zhang Qi's questioning, and left in a panic.

Qingzhou Mansion has since added two forbidden places. In the Yellow Mansion of that year, the corpses were all over the ground, no one dared to clean them up, and at night, the ghost fire was flickering, and it was said that there were evil ghosts haunting. At that time, Zhang's Mansion became a huge tomb, the barren grass and withered branches almost covered the tomb, there was no incense sacrifice, but no one dared to desecrate. These two places, whether they are official or civil, or even in the cultivation realm, are taboo, and they are reluctant to mention them, and they dare not mention them.

The old tree on Tiger Mountain withered to the point that only the main trunk remained, and there was still a little vitality. Zhang Qi stood in front of the old tree, letting the rain drench him. In just ten years, it was like a dream, and when I woke up, I was already alone. Jumping into the tree hole, Zhang Qi seemed to be hollowed out of his body, curled up in a ball, and cried bitterly.

Only here can you let yourself be unguarded, and only here can you let yourself release all the knots in your heart. Crying and crying, Zhang Qi fell asleep, this old tree hole is the warmest embrace in the world. In the dream, I seemed to hear Cangsang's sigh, and there was a kind face that I couldn't see clearly, so that I was at peace.

I don't know how long it took, as in the past, on a sunny morning, Zhang Qi jumped out of the cave. Touching the trunk of the old tree, which was almost dead, he was silent for a long time, and disappeared in a flash. If you go here, you probably won't be able to come back, because you are facing the mysterious and powerful, Red Lotus Temple. The farewell journey has become a trip of revenge, not about right or wrong, nor about good and evil, just because of the Red Lotus Temple, let yourself become an orphan, let yourself be like duckweed in this world. Even if he becomes a demon, he will destroy the Red Lotus Temple, including the mortals who worship the Red Lotus Temple. Zhang Qi is actually deeply rooted in demonic thoughts.

After Zhang Qi left, the old tree sent out many new shoots. Although he didn't have the ability to make the old tree immortal, Zhang Qi fulfilled his promise and buried a trace of earth spirit under the old tree. The old tree is full of life again, year after year, the leaves are falling, but no new branches are born, and whenever the wind passes, the sound is like a sigh, as if waiting. At this time, the creatures that inhabit the trees are silent.

The sky is blue, the wild mangs, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. The Great Liang Dynasty, said to be a country, was actually a loose tribal alliance. The vast prairie is dotted with countless nomadic families, believing in a chaotic array of gods and Buddhas.

A caravan, slowly walking on the steppe. The Central Plains caravans, in a sense, were the lifeline of the herdsmen, because the salt, iron, tea, etc., necessary for life, were all brought by them, and at the same time they exchanged for the fur and fur medicinal materials produced. The tribes of the grassland are conventional, and it is strictly forbidden to attack the Central Plains caravans.

The Central Plains was in turmoil, and there were very few caravans capable of bartering. This made caravans more popular in the steppes, and some tribes even sent horse caravans to meet them early. When autumn turned to winter, a Central Plains caravan slowly approached the Keqin tribe deep in the grassland. This was the caravan's last stop, after which it turned back.

The Keqin Department is boiling, like a long drought and nectar. The caravan of horses that greeted him with cheers made a fellow in the caravan who was bowing his head in contemplation, looking up at the whole tribe at dusk, his face was as usual, but his eyes were like the gaze of death.