Zhao Wu couldn't laugh either, when the Buddha smiled, who else was laughing besides the Buddha?

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Liu Ruyin muttered in a low voice: "The heavenly demon pulls the flowers, all living beings cross the catastrophe, and with one sword, all things are destroyed." ”

As he chanted, his figure began to blur, and although he still seemed to be standing in place, his body had turned into a blue-black streamer, looming in the spot.

Zhao Wu also muttered: "All living beings are tribulated, all things are extinguished, and there are no people in the rivers and lakes who know the name of the Heavenly Demon Prince, there is no one who is not afraid of this knife, this knife is either dead or injured." ”

His body shook, and a pitch-black light swirled across his skin, turning into a shield against his skin.

Su Shijun raised his head and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, since you are here, then come forward and come to see my sword, okay?" ”

He said it was a sword, but the two people who were still standing knew it was a knife.

Liu Ruyin was suddenly shocked, as if he remembered something, and said with a smile: "Seventh Senior Brother, I don't know how many layers of power of your sword can be left?" ”

When he spoke, his figure was even more illusory, as if something was blowing, and the whole person disappeared in an instant.

Su Shijun smiled brightly, showed a few white teeth, and said, "Guess? ”

How to guess, desperately guess?

Who would dare to guess?

In the Heart Demon Realm, they dare to guess, because dying there is nothing more than a loss of mind, at most some serious injuries, and they can recover.

However, Su Shijun's cultivation was more advanced than theirs, and they couldn't drag him into the Heart Demon Realm.

Guessing is gambling, gambling is your own life.

It is better to die than to live, and it is better to live than to die.

Neither of them wanted to die, so Liu Ruyin turned into a blue-black rainbow light and fled away with the stupid boy.

After Zhao Wu and the two of them escaped, the pitch-black light on his body circulated more brightly, and he walked backwards step by step, and only after walking dozens of zhang away did he bend his knees and feet on the ground, like a cannonball, and rushed into the sky.

At this time, Su Shijun put away his smile and put down the sword in his hand, his eyes were already full of pain.

The carriage was piled with several jars of wine, which were full of wine when they left the city, but now they were more than half empty.

Men, men who can drink, when they have pain in their hearts, they like to drink, and they prefer to get themselves drunk, because only when they are drunk can they think of nothing and know nothing.

So he drank bowl after bowl, and the faster he drank, the more he drank, the more he drank more urgently.

His person was already a little dazed, but he was not drunk, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as bright as cold stars.

The wine has long since lost its taste, because his mouth is also bitter, where can he drink anything else, drinking wine has long been like drinking water.

The moon sank and the stars were thin, and thin dark clouds poured in from the horizon and shrouded the sky.

The carriage, driven by the groom, unhurriedly headed in the direction of the valley.

On this day, the carriage only traveled more than 100 miles, because Su Shijun was drinking, and he was naturally sleeping after drinking.

The fog was heavy, and a glimmer of light came from the front.

It was a ruined temple, and there was a fire coming from the open door.

It was late at night, and naturally I couldn't go any further.

The carriage stopped, not far from the temple, Su Shijun got out of the carriage, and the groom set up the carriage, not knowing where it went.

In the barren mountains and mountains, there is a ruined temple to live in, which is also a blessing.

As he walked over, he found the maiden who was roasting in front of the fire turned around, and those charming eyes were staring at him.

The big eyes are extraordinarily bright, the shy smile is extraordinarily charming, the melon seeds are not a little rouge on the face, and the clothes are verdant like green mountains and green waters.

She didn't speak, but stretched out her delicate fingers like spring onions, pointed at him, then at the fire at her feet, and then at the half-moon outside the door.

Then Su Shijun didn't ask again, and walked in.

The ruined temple was comfortable and warm, with wooden planks put together to form a plank bed, and a pile of hay spread on top of it like a thin quilt.

Such a bed, in the wild, can be called luxurious.

But some people, very strangely, do not like to sit on such a bed, but prefer to sit on the ground.

In the early autumn, in such a wonderful encounter arranged by God, instead of talking to the friend who got together, he hung alone like a stuffy gourd.

Isn't it strange that such a person is strange?

Su Shijun smiled calmly, without the slightest reluctance, without superfluous words, and even his heart did not beat more.

It was as if he was born to sit here, more on the luxurious bed, and more by her side.

Lonely journey, lonely pedestrians, since they are together, why don't they speak.

Su Shijun stared at the young man opposite, the young man's eyes were looking at the fire, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to look at him.

The girl lowered her head again and fiddled with her own corner, glanced up at him from time to time, and hurriedly lowered it again, her face already covered with red clouds.

But I don't know if it's a fire, or a ......

Under the night sky, in the barren mountains and broken temples.

Two men and one woman, three of them sat around the fire.

Su Shijun finally couldn't stand this atmosphere, turned his head and smiled slightly and said, "Hello, my surname is Su, and my name is Su Shijun." ”

The shy girl finally raised her head, smiled brightly, and said: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried, today to show the king, who has a grievance?" ”

Her eyes suddenly brightened, and she asked with some excitement: "Swordsman, could it be that you are a swordsman who wanders the rivers and lakes and is in charge of injustices." ”

Su Shijun smiled again and said, "You like swordsmen, the kind of swordsmen who specialize in injustices?" ”

She spread out the corner wrapped around her slender fingers, raised her head and whispered: "The daughter of the Ge family is eighteen or nineteen, and she doesn't learn needles from the deep boudoir."

Embroidered all over the body, Jiao Yan Wen, bare hands to hold the Tai A dance.

……”

The sound of poetry recitation is low, and it is twisted and turned.

After listening to her, Su Shijun asked, "Miss Ge?" ”

Her head hung down again, and she said softly, "Ge Ah Wu." His face seemed to turn redder.

The ruined temples in the suburbs, especially those that glow in the dark, always attract people who are not asleep.

The horse's hooves sounded sharply, and when he looked out along the broken door, three white horses galloped from the north, and the red fire was reflected in the eyes of the three pairs.

The sound of horses' hooves suddenly stopped, and the three people took off from the saddle and swept into the air, and their bodies were in a vertical position, and they had already landed in the ruined temple.

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