"I'm just a knife." Liangqing still had a calm face, and said in a flat voice.

He is the sharpest knife in Changjiabao.

This knife will one day be held in the hand of Chang Qianfo, but now, the person holding it is Chang Jihai.

Ling Fu had to admit that he was not as good as Liangqing at this point.

Liangqing knows what to do and what not to do. I can't do the things of the Lord by myself, and I never have superfluous thoughts.

Unlike him, he always wants to take care of everything, which breeds a lot of troubles.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Fu sighed.

It doesn't matter what they think or who their hearts are biased towards, what matters is Chang Jihai's decision.

"The wind is blowing." He looked at the rolling waves in the distance and sighed deeply.

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The wind was endless, and the clouds that blew the sky dispersed and gathered, gathered and divided, like thick ink tumbling, and pressed heavily on everyone's heart.

The north gate has been completely breached.

Helpless people rushed out of the city with their parents and children on their backs. The people in the rear were in a hurry, but those who had already left the city did not feel much joy. Before I had time to rejoice in the rest of my life after the catastrophe, I fell into the misery of not knowing where to go.

The official road is vast, stretching out to the sky. Heaven and earth are so big, where is home?

Suddenly, someone let out an exclamation, and the people who heard the exclamation looked up at the sky and exclaimed. The flow of people pouring out of the city like a tide slowed down, people stopped and looked up at the sky, some surprised, some panicked, and many more at a loss.

So much had happened on this day, they were running for their lives, they were always in tension, and any change could make them feel uneasy, not knowing whether it was a blessing or a curse.

People looked ahead with trepidation.

Where the thick clouds opened and closed in the distance, a golden light suddenly poured down, and a woman in a white gauze robe stepped on the auspicious clouds and fell.

The sun's rays that seemed to leak from the depths of the thick clouds were all poured on her, and her whole body was full of halos, and brilliant rainbow light swam between the folds of her skirt.

Shine brightly and shine brightly.

Colorful birds with bright feathers flew out from the cracks in the dark clouds, surrounded the woman in white, waving their wings and dancing, chirping, echoing between heaven and earth.

No one can put into words the shock of this image.

The woman on the head of the cloud was beautiful, her long hair was scattered above her knees, like a gorgeous ink-colored brocade hanging from the sky, undulating in the wind, half as black as ink, half bathed in golden light.

The country is unparalleled. The most beautiful thing in the world is nothing more than that.

I don't know who led the head, people threw away the burden on their shoulders, unloaded their burdens, opened the car door, bowed down to the woman in the auspicious clouds and golden light, and shouted "goddess" in unison.

"It's the gods who have appeared." "The gods have come to our rescue."

People are talking.

The old woman stretched out her thin hand and wiped the tears from her shriveled cheeks: "God is merciful, God has finally opened his eyes and saved us who are suffering." ”

The young child quietly raised his head, and his dark eyes looked at the stunning woman in the air with her clothes flying in the air without blinking.

"Grandma, is that a fairy?"

The woman hurriedly stretched out her hand and pressed the little grandson's head: "Shhh, don't speak, the fairy will blame when she hears it." ”

The woman kowtowed again.

The child imitated his grandmother's example, his little hands were folded and pressed, and his head touched the ground, just on a small pebble, and he took a breath in pain, and suddenly remembered his grandmother's words, pursed his lips and did not dare to make a sound.

It's really a fairy. The child happily thought: Sister Fairy is really the same as in the story, how beautiful it is.

"Where are you going?"

The sound of gold hitting jade knocking came from the clouds, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth, insignificant, like fairy music.

The woman gently pulled her arm veil, her white clothes and black hair were intertwined and flying in the air, and her beautiful face had a compassionate smile on her face, looking down on the beings at her feet, but she did not open her mouth from beginning to end.

Li Yuan exclaimed: "Ah, she didn't speak, where did the voice come from?" ”

Tong also said: "This is Xiyinjue." ”

Li Xiao looked back in surprise: "Da Yin Xisheng, this is the Xiyin recipe of the Sanskrit Sound Sect?" ”

Several little guys came over together, and looked at Tong Ye with eager eyes: "Brother Tong, Brother Tong, what is Xiyin Jue?" ”

Tong also smiled: "This is a sound transmission technique, which is what you Xiaoxiao sister said, Da Yin Xisheng."

A person who has mastered this technique can make people hear the voice in his heart even if he does not speak.

The deeper the internal force, the farther the sound can be transmitted.

Those who are highly accomplished in this practice can master the direction of sound as they wish, and whoever wants to hear it can hear it. I don't want people to hear it, and that person can't hear it even if I'm standing next to me. ”

Li Yan squeezed to Tong Ye's side, his expression was very excited: "Such an evil door? ”

Tong also smiled: "It's a bit evil." It is rumored that Gu Hongzi, the founder of the Sanskrit Sound Sect, has a deep internal strength and can transmit sound twenty miles away without letting outsiders hear it. I don't know if it's true. ”

Li smiled and said, "Miss Mu is still young, so she can transmit sound for two miles and make an endless noise. As the founder of the mountain, it is not impossible for Gu Hongzi to have this skill. ”

She was puzzled: "It's just that the Xiyin Jue is known as the secret of the Sanskrit Sound Sect, why would Mu Yueting use the Xiyin Jue?" ”

Tong also smiled and sighed: "Mu Cangping is the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, what is so difficult about him opening his mouth to ask for one or two exercises for his daughter?" ”

He suddenly remembered something, squeezed his eyes, and said mysteriously: "When I was doing things for my son, I also heard a secret by the way. Would you like to hear it? ”

The children were the most curious, and they shouted one after another: "I want to hear it!" Want to hear it! ”

Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glance at Tong Ye: "If you want to say it, just say it, what kind of thing to sell!" ”

Tong Ye smiled and continued: "It is said that Tian Jusheng, the former head of the Fansheng faction, once admired Miss Jinba, and repeatedly came to ask for marriage, but was repeatedly refused. Later, Miss Jin Ba married Mu Cangping, Tian Jusheng's heart was like ashes, and she looked down on love affairs from then on, and never married.

This Miss Mu is said to look nine points similar to Miss Jinba back then, Tian Jusheng loves the house and Wu, and it is not surprising that she is willing to pass on the exercises to her. ”

Li Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded, Tong Ye was in charge of a group of spies, and he was really not a vegetarian. This kind of old things have been dug up by him.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the scars on Mu Dianke's back, and couldn't help but sigh: "People are born different, and people don't have the same life." ”

The same background, the same parents, but the fates are very different!

Tong didn't know what Li Xiaoxiao was thinking, and when she was envious of Mu Yueting, she said with a smile:

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