Chapter Forty-Four: Misfortune and Blessing Lean, Blessing and Misfortune Lie in Wait
This county seat is located on the border of Fufeng County, far away from the county seat, it should be desolate, but there is a long street, magnificent, every inch of land must be measured with gold, on this long street, the best seat in the lot is not a pavilion, but just a bluestone courtyard.
This courtyard is small, but there are subtle pieces of work everywhere.
One step at a time, one step at a time, changing the scene, full of the style of Jiangnan Road.
Its scenery is unique, and at the moment it is just a foil.
A woman in her early twenties sat lazily on the side of the stone table, with graceful eyebrows, a red dress dragged on the ground, revealing a pair of bare feet, white and small toes, lightly on the bluestone stream, her right arm propped on the stone table, her chin was dragged by her hand, and the corners of her eyes were painted with gradient red makeup, enchanting and gorgeous, with a pair of bright eyes with mist, looking at the man opposite.
The man was dressed in an old gray robe, leaning against a green umbrella next to him, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
The handheld is slender and clean.
Just lowered her head, but didn't look at the graceful beauty on the side, the woman's palm lightly rested on the man's arm, the latter seemed to wake up from his contemplation, his eyes raised slightly, looked at the charming woman, smiled slightly, raised his left hand, and stroked the woman's cheek.
The latter was slightly surprised, and then joy appeared in his heart.
Thinking of it, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was slightly raised, looking like he was picking up, but his brows were slightly frowned, which made people pity.
The gray-clothed man's fingers did not fall on the seductive red lips, but on the center of his eyebrows, his brows furrowed slightly, and he moved twice, before he exhaled quite comfortably, his eyebrows stretched, and said:
"That's right."
The woman was puzzled, opened her eyes, stroked her forehead, raised her eyes to look at the stream in the courtyard, and the water surface reflected a delicate face like a flower, but the flower at the center of the eyebrows was originally a scattered red plum, but at this time it was moved to the left and three petals to the right, clearly and clearly, neatly arranged in the middle of the eyebrows, mixed with no beauty, I couldn't help but cry and laugh, and I didn't follow the way:
"Mr. ......"
The middle-aged man raised his head, holding a bead that looked like jade but not jade in his hand, and said with a sincere expression:
"This way, it's better."
The woman bit her lower lip, stood up, stomped down with her white feet, but only stepped on an inch of the void, turned her back, and said:
"Sir, it's too much."
"You've come to see my treasures, have you ever said anything about it?"
"If you haven't had half a word of praise, why do you want to do this?"
The man in gray shook his head and said with a smile:
"In the following, everything is from the heart, and there is no joke."
"I hope the girl doesn't blame."
The woman was not angry, she prevaricated twice, turned back, sat down again, the two talked from time to time, the woman's eyes flowed, fell on the orb, and said:
"Sir has come and studied this for a long time."
"Have you ever gained anything?"
The man sighed softly and said with a smile:
"It's not that easy."
"However, if it is really that easy, this thing is not a 'relic', and it is not worth coming back again."
The woman nodded and said:
"What Mr. said is true, the beauty of 'relics' lies in its incomprehensibility."
"If it can be cracked by ordinary means, this 'relic' will be seven or eight points less interesting."
The gray-clothed man bowed his head in deep disbelief, played with the bead with his palm, and suddenly said:
"So, Miss Li'er, can you try to instill internal force in the future?"
The woman raised her hand and chuckled:
"Nature."
The man smiled and thanked him, holding the bead with his right hand, his expression slightly restrained, and the extremely pure internal force penetrated into it.
The woman smiled and watched the man do something.
This thing was specially requested by her, and it was difficult for the internal force to make it react.
At this moment, a flash of brilliance suddenly flashed from the bead, the woman's expression was slightly stunned, and the man showed three points of joy, and the internal force re-entered, but only saw that the pearl was becoming brighter and brighter, and turned into a streamer, and suddenly rushed to the sky, and it was difficult to find it again.
The man let out a long laugh and followed the trail and rose into the sky.
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According to this, across the street.
Wang Anfeng, who was dressed in a blue shirt, walked slowly, thinking about his plan in his heart.
Attract the seven-rank martial artist here, and then return to the Shaolin Temple.
It must be squatting here, and during this time, it must be enough for Gong Yu's seniors to rush over.
The boy exhaled, his heart beating slowly, and the feeling of danger still accompanied him, but at the same time, a strange calmness and confidence emerged from the bottom of his heart.
It was as if in the Bronze Man Alley, the opponent showed flaws, and the wooden sword in his hand trembled slightly.
is about to give the opponent the final blow.
It's similar, but it's completely different.
It seems more real.
At this moment, the string of prayer beads on the wrist of his right hand suddenly emitted an extremely strong heat, and the young man looked slightly stunned, as if he saw a streamer flashing, and his eyes were instantly at a loss, and at this time, the heat of the Buddha beads on his wrist suddenly converged.
The boy stood in place for a few breaths, and then his sight gradually recovered, and he raised his right hand to try to return to the Shaolin Temple.
But there was a crisp female voice that I hadn't heard for a long time.
"Tick – perceiving the unknown...... Unknown ......"
"The system is starting to reintegrate."
"The game is under maintenance...... The maintenance time is twelve hours. ”
Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted suddenly, and an extremely strong feeling of discomfort appeared in his heart, as if he had lost something very important, and the whole person felt a little fluttering, with no strength under his feet, and his mood was flustered.
He stood still for a long time.
The young man took a few heavy breaths before he could barely suppress the panic in his heart and comfort himself in his heart.
It's just twelve hours.
At the beginning, didn't it take a gap of one day to return to the Shaolin Temple?
Thinking about this, my mood was slightly settled, but I was still worried about whether the masters had encountered any trouble, and it was difficult to be at peace after all, and after thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I was still in a crisis.
In order to seduce the other party, he was still wearing a blue shirt at this time.
The black clothes and masks that could hide the smell were placed in the Shaolin Temple.
And without the green horse, with Shaolin walking, you can't take it off.
The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
Deadend.
Shaolin Temple.
A jade bead emitted brilliance, and the sky and the earth became illusory, but the jade bead was glorious, and it actually introduced a trace of strange power into this translucent heaven and earth.
The originally illusory world gradually began to have a trace of insignificant reality.
It's very small, it's very small.
But for the illusory world born by chance, this is already an indescribable chance.
Truly become a world, with spiritual charm, it can be called a blessed land, and a great opportunity to give birth to all living beings. The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of the whole world are instinctively cheering for it.
There are auspicious clouds in the sky, and the earth is precious.
Luoshui has a turtle ashore, and there is auspiciousness on its back.
Yin number nine, yang number nine, nine hundred and eighty-one number, the number is the Tao.
There are phoenixes singing in Qishan, and the man dance is auspicious.
The male chirps six, the female chirps six, and the sound is heard in the sky.
The entire illusory world of rivers and lakes is a group of celebrations and joy, but there is a green shirt standing between heaven and earth with a sword.
The black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were already full of bloodshots.
The sound of the sword was poignant and crazy.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed at the so-called chance.
"Give Lao Tzu, get out of !!"