Looking at Xiaoxiao's ignorant and worried eyes, He Changming rubbed her little head, smiled and comforted: "Dad is fine, don't worry about Xiaoxiao, you have to trouble Xiaoxiao to help Dad take care of this little boy, don't let him come out to hurt people again." ”

Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously: "Dad, don't worry, Xiaoxiao will definitely not let this bad boy bother Dad!" ”

He Changming's heart warmed, and he took back his smile to Lechuan, standing in front of the balcony and not knowing what he was thinking.

Sometimes, people are so selfish.

At the moment of life and death, there are always some people who only think of their own little profits, regardless of the life or death of others.

He Changming doesn't expect everyone to be selfless and sacrifice themselves for others, but there is a good saying, you can't have the heart of harming people, and you can't have the heart of guarding against others.

I don't ask them how selfless they are, but I ask them not to be so selfish.

The road was long, He Changming had only walked for a short time, and he already felt physically and mentally exhausted, and he didn't know how Changming was alone on Chinese New Year's Eve and insisted on going to the bottom.

Since Ye Changming can turn the tide, then why can't he Changming?

He is not as great as Ye Changming, and he has his own selfishness, but this is not a reason why the world should be destroyed.

There are flowers, birds, mountains and waters, and all kinds of people.

Whether it is a noisy city or a quiet mountain village, the world should exist for a long time, no matter whether it is beautiful or ugly, good or evil.

If this red dust is destroyed, what is the point of these cultivation immortals?

With infinite emotion, He Changming pushed open the door and didn't have the heart to sleep again.

As soon as he came out, Fang Ruyu also came out.

"One?"

Seeing that He Changming's face was as usual, but there was an indescribable loss, Fang Ruyu touched the pocket on his body, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed one to He Changming.

He Changming took it easily, it was not the dry tobacco he was used to smoking, it was slender and snow-white, and it also had a fresh taste.

The firelight flashed, the smoke was filled, and the aroma of mint was mixed with the smell of smoke, but it was the same as Fang Ruyu.

Smoke is like people, and there is nothing wrong with that.

"Do you have something on your mind?"

Fang Ruyu also lit one for herself, leaning on the railing of the hotel, but her eyes wandered on the rising sun.

He Changming shook his head, took a deep breath, and said jokingly: "You still smoke, aren't you afraid that this thing will hurt your body?" ”

Smoke is not a good thing, it is harmful to health, and monks who have cultivated extremely advanced generally do not touch this kind of thing.

He Changming had seen those Taoist predecessors, even if there were smokers, what they smoked was spiritual grass, which could prolong life.

Fang Ruyu didn't expect He Changming to ask herself this, and said with a dumb smile: "Have fun, you also know that the time is so long, I don't find some fun for myself, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on." ”

Five hundred years of time, waiting until today, even if Bai Ze's inheritance makes him omniscient and omnipotent, it is also due to his continuous accumulation in the past five hundred years.

"Reading and practicing martial arts, chewing words, history and humanities, science and physics, I always have to learn something and do something, so that five hundred years will not seem so long."

He Changming also learned from Fang Ruyu to look at the sky, and said silently for a while: "Yes, time is so long, if you don't do something, you will go crazy." ”

For Fang Ruyu, five hundred years is torment, he has no desire for immortality, and he has no motivation to soar, the only thing that can make him persist is Ye Changming.

It's just that He Changming is not a night Changming, and the two of them know it.

But it is precisely because of this kind of understanding that the relationship between the two is precious now.

He Changming is no longer anyone's shadow, Fang Ruyu can also truly release himself and have a real heart-to-heart relationship with He Changming.

The morning sun on the horizon dyed the surrounding clouds golden, and a golden light was like a sharp sword, sending a signal to the earth, and the two people were silent at the moment, both looking at this scene.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I'll be with you, no matter what the outcome, we'll do our best."

Fang Ruyu patted He Changming's shoulder and said comfortingly.

He Changming nodded, he knew that this kind of thing could not be forced, he was not Ye Changming, he had come to the point of today by luck, but for the vast land, for his family, relatives and friends living on this land, he would also do his best.

The two of them didn't know that just as they were looking at the rising sun, Ye Zhenzhen was also watching the two of them on the balcony in the room.

The sun was shining on her face, half golden, half dim.

There was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and then it disappeared again......

Just when He Changming and the three of them were heading to the northwest, intending to find the eighteenth layer of hell according to Fang Ruyu's information, Mo Keduo, who was far away in a cave kiln in the northwest, suddenly sneezed.

After three years of not seeing each other, Mokodo had already been admitted to college and successfully became a sophomore archaeology student at Northwestern University.

Now she is following her mentor to inspect the Buddhist caves in the Northwest, which are similar to the Mogao Grottoes.

Mo Keduo is Sheng Qingyue, and after all these years of running-in, the two have become one, and there is no difference.

It's just that He Changming promised her at the beginning, and exchanged the news of the samaya mandala to help He Changming get rid of the plague, but now He Changming is nowhere to be found, so she has to find the samaya mandala by herself.

The news of He Changming's autopsy had long been blocked, and except for the monks in the Divine Hiding Land, no one else knew about it.

Mo Keduo only encountered an accident during He Changming's cultivation, otherwise he would not have appeared for three years, so he gave up his mind and searched for it himself.

This time I went to the northwest cave kiln, also because there seemed to be traces of samaya mandalas there.

The place they went to this time was called the Demon Heaven Cave, because the locals said that there was always a sound like a ghost crying from inside the cave, hence the name.

The predecessor of this Motian Cave was the private collection of the nearby Xiangguang Temple, and it is said that all the classics and magic weapons of the Xiangguang Temple are hidden in the Motian Cave.

At first, the news came from a group of tomb robbers, and the Buddhist magic weapons were not like other antiques, and they were not easy to get rid of, which attracted the idea of the public security and brought these thieves to a pot.

According to these people, it is in disrepair, and many things are piled up indiscriminately, and the damage is serious.

That's why the state has set up a nearby archaeological team to come over for rescue excavation.

It's just that I didn't expect to come here, and Mokodo met an old acquaintance.

This old acquaintance He Changming also knows, it is He Changming's roommate - Wang Heng, the son of the Buddha!

At the beginning, because of He Changming, Wang Heng officially embarked on cultivation, because of his outstanding talent and supreme luck, Wang Heng has been the same as Kaihang in the past three years, and his cultivation has soared all the way, and he has obtained a lot of magic weapons, which is not what it used to be......