readx; It was the snow again, the goose-feathered snow seemed to drown out all sounds, and in a messy forest, only Mu Yao's heavy panting sound could be heard. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mu Yao ran all the way, his physical strength was originally exhausted, and he was ...... It makes him even more sluggish. Mu Yao unconsciously looked at the place where his wife had fled, the person who blocked the enemy with only his palms, laughed loudly, "Mu Yao, don't look at it, sister-in-law, I will let her come with me and reunite with you, hahahaha." With that, a palm was slapped, and the snow in front of Mu Yao weathered into a human-sized handprint with the palm, mixed with the power of the supreme strength. Even if Mu Yao didn't support it, he also lifted the remnants of his true qi and quickly dodged away. However, a few black-clothed people in the distance brought a thin man over, Mu Yao was shocked, afraid that it would be bad, even if his left arm had been shattered by Fang Cai's handprint, and there were still some sword wounds on his body. But... The man in black threw the man down, Mu Yao's blood rushed to his brain, the knife became more and more powerful, and the murderous aura gradually rose between the slashes. "Mu Daxia, don't care about your sister-in-law anymore, your sister-in-law will be cold." Mu Yao used a trick "King Ming drank off", forced everyone away, and came to his wife's side. Her body gradually cooled and became a part of the snow. Mu Yao didn't say a word, but his hands were trembling, he took out a book with a cyan cover, threw it directly in front of the man, turned his head, and hugged his wife tightly in his arms, "How is the child?" ”“..... Okay..."The wife's lips opened and closed slightly, "Are you tired?" You go to sleep first. I'll be right there. Mu Yao looked up to the sky and let out a long roar, and his mana ran through the sky, and a touch of starlight in the void was fleeting. He's Seeking Destiny!? No wonder~~~" "Hey, black boy, the book is for you, but you are also a master, and you will never be able to read it." I have used the life star as a seal, only my Mu family bloodline, but I can understand this book, you will always be willing to be a man, hahahahaha! No one in the world will be invincible to me! ”

Muzi watched, just like that, slowly shed tears, a couple died in the world, and their mana was overwhelming, just for the last sentence, using all their strength. What about mine? No no.

"The dance of the industry ---- only visible under the transformation. The stars move, the mystical energy is like silk, and the stars move and move, like the dancing of gods. The cyan scripture shone slightly, as if it was floating in Muzi's mind like substance, and when he wanted to take a closer look, he didn't want to be a different world.

A handsome young man sat cross-legged in a bamboo house, dressed in a monk's robe, with a string of purple leaf sandalwood beads on his chest, "meditating and leaving delusions, holding beads and beware" to practice Buddhism. In the midst of the dust, a pillar of crimson light was reflected above his head, extremely thin, but reaching to the sky. The aura of the body flowed between the breaths, and it seemed that every movement could conjure up divine power. Even the Muzi who was watching from the side became calm, this young man, is he the one who cried by the lake? That desperate look and this young man with infinite energy seemed to be separated by several worlds. His eyes opened suddenly, and a light blue light flashed quickly, and Mu Zi suddenly felt very familiar, but he didn't know where he had seen it. The pillar of red light slowly retracted, condensed into half a red moon, and hung above his head, "The eightfold spirit body has been completed." His voice was childish but resolute. The figure moved, and disappeared into the house.

The mountains and forests here stretch for thousands of miles, and the mountains are like long dragons lying on waves, and they are like dragons coiling roots, and there is a tendency for the world to be one. On both sides of the continent are hundred-year-old cypresses, ancient pines, righteous spirits, surrounded by colorful clouds between the mountain roads, and the light of Buddha appears in the mountains. This is the world's first mountain gate ----- Linghui Temple.

After a while, the figure of the young man appeared under a mountain peak, the whole mountain seems to be impermanent, but there is no foot of the mountain, with spiritual power as the base, several spiritual chains as the lock, only the top of the mountain has a temple, its layout secretly steps on the eastern Canglong Seven Nights, this meaning is to pass through the earth and take the meaning of the heavenly gate. The young man put away his spiritual power and slowly walked up the steps, all of which are stone steps, each of which is the product of the mountains and forests here, built according to the mountain, with a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, ninety-nine to the extreme, it must be masculine, and the mountain gate is in the middle. When you reach the top of the mountain, you will find that the temple is the north end of the mountain, the north of the yang, the north of the river under the mountain, and the north of the mountain gate, taking the meaning of extreme yin. The young man looked up, the temple was majestic, as if falling from the sky, faintly as if the stars were blessed, and taking the extreme yin was also to prevent excess yang, and the scriptures were ** discharged.

Muzi smiled bitterly, looking at the back of the young man who came up sincerely, as if he was pinched in his heart. It's been a long time since I've been so serious about doing one thing, taking everything about myself seriously, and this young man has done it, without distractions, and the starlight shines on his body, as if he is greeting a noble adult, so gentle. Ordinary life is like a still lake, peaceful. But Muzi couldn't let go of his dreams. Was that boy so helpless in the end? So where did his piety go? Feed the dogs? His life seems to be manipulated, why not himself? Makiko closed her eyes and let the memory continue......

The young man slowly opened the scripture pavilion, and an old man in a cloth robe stood with his back upright, facing ten thousand volumes of scriptures, his heart was like the sea, and his eyes were like the sky ethereal. The old man turned around slowly, his eye sockets were extremely deep, and his face looked slightly old, but a pair of raised sword eyebrows were still looking at the world. "Yun'er, tell me, when did you enter the spirit body?"

"Three-year-old"

"How heavy is it?"

"Yae, fourteen."

"Well, it's okay...... Do you want to help the door! 、”

"The disciple was born in the sect, and the master gave me a new parent, and it is the principle of heaven to be the disciple and the reason!"

"Now the elders have decided to let you participate in the Wanying Meeting to be held in the imperial capital in a year's time."

"The disciple will never dishonor the order of the teacher!"

"Yun'er, come over and give you a gift for the teacher." "Yes"

The old man exhaled lightly, and the pavilion suddenly became hot, and he put his palm behind the young man, and a breath that shocked thousands of people advanced into the young man's body domineeringly. "Thou shalt not be dishonored." "Yes"

The young man left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the old man coughed lightly, the Scripture Pavilion fluctuated instantly, and several Linghui Temple elders stepped out of the air, sighing, "This son is a man of heaven and talent, but he is born with a Buddha heart, and he has no desires or desires." It seems that only he can read the Book of Heaven, so we can all break through the realm and live forever."

"After all, he is a descendant of the Mu family" "If it wasn't back then...", the old man turned around and said, "Don't talk about that year, without that year, the Book of Heaven would not exist in my Linghui Temple!" For more than ten years, no one can open the book of heaven, and there is still a year to wait, ten thousand swords are strange, and when the clouds cross the galaxy, it is the time when we wait to enter the world. Mu Yun! We're waiting for you."

The entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was still calm and calm, and the young man named Duyun sat silently on the steps, holding the jade plaque in his hand tightly, and his breath seemed to be the heavy wind and snow of the year. At night, the starry sky is brilliant, and in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a cyan scripture book appears with blue light, illuminating thousands of scrolls, and turning into a figure, which is a woman. The eyes are like water, the face is like peach blossoms, but they look pale, and the curved eyebrows and eyebrows have a touch of blue, which looks pitiful. Ying Ying's waist was clenched, like a willow branch-like figure, her hands were wrapped around her legs, she was suspended in the air, and said in a slightly ethereal voice, "Are you still here?" ”

Muzi stood between them, watching quietly, and suddenly found that the starry sky was so beautiful and beautiful.