Chapter 874 Sinking Wood and Flowers

What does it feel like, melting, burning, stinging?

I can't tell the difference between the falling moon, anyway, I feel like I'm going to disappear and turn into ashes, but I don't have hatred, as if I don't have the slightest regret in my heart, whether it's love or hatred......

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Finally, completely melted and unconscious, the last feeling of the falling moon was that she had entered the Silver Avenue, not the darkness.

Time stands still, shining and desolate in the Silver Strip.

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I don't know how long it took, Luoyue suddenly became conscious, and her limbs were also felt, she opened her eyes, and she was still lying in place, the difference was that the spiritual power around her didn't hurt her so much......

Take a closer look, a protective shield has risen around her, and the spiritual power is still strong, full of her who can't bear it, but the protective shield reduces the spiritual power, and it is not one layer, it is seven layers.

She was inside the seven-layer protective shield, and she only felt that her bones hurt, but she could still hear the sounds outside, these were invisible protections.

"Are you feeling better?" The guru asked.

He must be the one who raises the shield.

"Thank you, Master, for the rescue." Luoyue said humbly.

The Guru looked at the setting moon with kindness in his eyes.

This feeling warms the heart of the falling moon.

Once, Ah Ling also saw herself like this, Ah Ling is also a profound person, but her eyes are not clear enough like water, and there are some weirdness, and the facts have proved this.

But the Guru's eyes were so calm, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

This quiet gaze makes the falling moon so vivid and warm, only high-level people have it.

For people who are truly noble in their hearts, this kind of cultivation has nothing to do with spiritual power, but is the cultivation of the heart.

The Guru is such a person, and the falling moon is that there is such a person in the world, and I feel extremely fortunate to be able to meet him.

The guru filled a cup of water with the cup he had made and handed it to the falling moon, and when he drank it, the elixir flowed from the heart to the chest and abdomen, and then to the toes, and the whole body was unobstructed, just ordinary water.

Because the setting moon has been asleep for a long time, and has just opened the door of the body.

This water becomes a lubricant for the muscles and veins, allowing the whole body to moisten unimpeded.

"When I created the seven rings, I also brought myself into this space, and I never had the opportunity to go out, the spiritual power here is extremely strong, and it was brought by the seven rings. I believe that the last person who can come in must be someone from the Mizusawa family, and I waited for you, but you are much younger than I thought. The guru smiled.

"Master, I'm ......" Luoyue also smiled indifferently, not knowing what to say.

Maybe a smile is the best, a smile is better than a sound.

"It's your destiny, and it's my destiny. No thanks, no other than that. The Guru continued.

"Has the Guru been casting here all these years?" Falling Moon asked.

"Yes, there is nothing that can make me pass the desolate and brilliant time except casting, there was nothing here, so I planted agarwood, these broken silver and gold are all pieces of waste, before you came, I cast thousands of pieces, but none of them were satisfied, even this drinking cup is not satisfactory, so I am here, casting, merging, recasting, so repeatedly, or a pile of waste." The guru looked at the mountain behind him......

Although they are spiritual, they are still half-finished after all.

"You're finally here, and it's all different. The wood is sinking into flowers, the silver and gold are beginning to move, and my hands and heart can be combined into one, which is a perfect work. The lama smiled and stroked the new work in his hand.

It's a scepter, golden light.

At first glance, it is extraordinary.

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