Chapter 45: The Beginning
"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
Yue Wumian looked at the Buddha statue with a compassionate and cold smile and stood with his hands in his hands, and his light chestnut eyes were cold and sneering. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Hmm!"
Xie Lanyong faced the north and replied lightly.
"I see!"
Sighing and glancing at him, the moon was sleepless, and her heart felt very tired and tired of these long and boring days. Perhaps, it really should be over?!
But how willing he was!
His Mingxi! His sun and moon! His light! That's the faith he couldn't see again after searching for the six realms of reincarnation!
Xie Lanyong's eyes are far away, the ripples are not visible, and the breeze is free.
January is coming.
Of the four sisters, the first one to return to Zen Peak was Feng Lin.
After hastily changing her clothes in the dormitory, she walked straight to the apse. Lu met Bai Rong wearing a white veil, and she saluted solemnly.
Bai Rong holds a flower basket, in which the petals of various colors are fresh and tender. She raised a meaningful smile, her eyes were cold, and she asked in a subtle tone, "Go to the apse to find your master?" β
"Yes!"
Feng Lin's expression tightened slightly.
"Your master is not here!"
Bai Rong's eyebrows moved slightly, and she told her bluntly.
"I know!"
Feng Lin looked up directly, his eyes were clear, with indomitable firmness and fearlessness.
Bai Rong looked at her fixedly for a while, then turned around with the basket. How much like she was back then! Reckless and fearless of life and death, with the same firmness and loyalty as martyrdom, I think that there is no one in this world who is more tragic and helpless than himself. I feel that all living beings in the world will be moved by me, and then become pure and tolerant!
What a ridiculous and childish idea!
But many times, our choices don't change because we know that something will fail.
Feng Lin calmly glanced at her back, swept the foot-thick snow on the ground and went to the apse where Xie Lanyong lived.
Taihezong picked the platform, and Lin Yang smiled like a flower.
Xie Lanyong sat on the couch and listened to her analyze the ins and outs of the East China Sea incident calmly, and her mind drifted away.
The world has changed, and many things are no longer the scene of the past, and his childhood imagination and expectations for this sect have long since disappeared with the passage of time. But the mother emperor also said back then that the level of life should be measured by quality. What if he has lived for so long, Emperor Chanxi has only been in power for three years in the history books, and he has been in power for three years, and he will die one day, which is probably just a few words of conversation after the cultivation of future generations.
He suddenly felt that cultivating the Tao was really worth it. Seeking, feeling, practicing, forbearing, temperingγγγγγγ, everything sublimates the fear of death and the meaning of life to the height of philosophy, without whitewashing or pretentiousness, with a soft heart to pursue the hardest power of the universe.
Take the rules for your own use, and condescend to all living beings, including yourself.
The soft and courteous words in his ears suddenly stopped, and Xie Lanyong raised his eyes.
"What does Zen Xi really think?" Lin Yang asked with a smile, his beautiful eyes were like a lake filled with spring water in early spring, affectionate and charming.
"What?" Xie Lanyong didn't hide his embarrassment at all, and asked calmly.
Lin Yang also seemed to be accustomed to his casual posture, and smiled, sweet and pleasant: "Ah Yue just said that she is willing to do the deduction on behalf of the real person, if it doesn't work, can the real person take action?" β
Xie Lanyong glanced at the head of the house with a slightly stiff face and a frowning brow, and then looked at the undisguised naughty banter in Lin Yang's eyes, and tapped the teacup: "Good!" β
For the demolition of Bai Jingtong's platform, Lin Yang has never spared no effort. She smiled enchantingly, leaned forward slightly, the high-waisted skirt was fragrant, the large snow-white skin on her chest was smooth like clotted fat, and her voice was soft like a feather gently sliding across the tip of her heart: "Should the real person tell Ah Yue what he was thinking just now?" β
The tip of the almond eyes was gently hooked, and ten thousand styles swayed in it, fluttering and floating, and it fell on Bai Jingtong's body slowly.
The afterglow swept to his face that was as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and Lin Yang's smile deepened and thickened.
"Why not!" Xie Lanyong is serious.
Bai Jingtong's face tightened, resolutely unmoved.
At the same time, Su Ming and Zhuge Qing returned to Wenchan Peak from the Forbidden Sea before and after, and the two enemies jumped into the medicine pool in their bedrooms together, scrubbing desperately.
Asked the apse of Zen Peak, there were four people standing in front of Feng Lin, blue flowers, green leaves, green branches and green trees.
Jun Changning was ploughing the sea for the fiftieth time, and the excessive overdraft of her divine sense made her a little dizzy, and her heart moved, and Suqin in her arms changed to a long sword.
The light of the match danced in a graceful arc, and the sword light pointed out, and the monsters exploded and the heavy ones were wiped out.
But she was not optimistic.
The monsters in the Forbidden Sea were even more difficult than she had imagined, not only did they reproduce at an astonishing rate, but they also began to show some wisdom at their growth rate!
Her gaze swept over a monster desperately hiding behind her companion, this was already the three hundred and seventy-sixth! If they are allowed to grow, these monsters will definitely become wise men among their clan, bringing great annoyance to the future human demon extermination war!
Jun Changning's eyes were cold, and he swung his sword to meet him.
A new round of bloody rain has returned, and the filthy stench has long been forgotten, and she never wants to admit that she has lived in a house for a long time and has not smelled its stench!
The gray-white mist over the Forbidden Sea was tumbling like boiling water, and the slight hypocrisy and weakness that Jun Changning's personality had carried were consumed little by little as she used her sword to kill demons over and over again, along with the stinky blood dripping into the seawater.
Her sword movements became more and more crisp and neat, there were no fancy moves, no dodging, and every shot was aimed at killing the enemy.
The clothes on his body were corroded into one hole after another by the demonic blood splashed on them, revealing his fair skin protected by a thin layer of Buddha light.
Jun Changning saw it after a break, and felt that he had won this dress in his previous life, maybe he was a sharp brother on the Internet again! After laughing at himself, he still picked up his sword and slashed.
Killing rose, suddenly felt a chill at the tips of his ears, and looked up, another heavy snow came unexpectedly.
Asked the apse of Zen Peak, Aoki's round face was no longer gentle and elegant when facing Jun Changning, she bowed to the girl in front of her politely: "I don't know what the eldest lady has to do when she comes to the real person's bedroom this time?" β
Feng Lin returned the salute and said with an unchanged smile: "The disciple came to report to the master about the movements of the forbidden sea demon clan, and there are some other discoveries and speculations, so you need to ask the master for advice!" β
"That's right!" Aoki seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "The eldest lady is not coincidental, the real person was invited by the real person in charge to help deduce the heavenly machine a few days ago, and he is not asking Zen Feng at the moment!" β
"Oh?" Feng Lin looked regretful and said disappointedly: "Since this is the case, the disciple will go back first!" Then he turned around and left.
"Wait!"
Feng Lin paused, breathing slightly, and turned back suspiciously.
"Doesn't the eldest lady ask when the real person will come back?" The smile on Aoki's face was faint.
Feng Lin's heart skipped a beat, a modest smile appeared on her noble and bright face, and her tone was abrupt: "In this way, when the master comes back, it will trouble Aunt Aoki to inform the disciple!" β
"It's okay!"
Aoki's tone was meaningful, she looked at the girl's back, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she glanced at the three senior sisters.