The Futu Sutra can only be practiced by those with the bloodline of the Futu Sect, because it is hidden in the bloodline supernatural power Futu Tian. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Two should be one mountain.

Eighteen floating slaughter, its floating slaughter can be cultivated to the nine-fold mountain, comparable to the peak of the emperor's exercises.

However, among the Futu clan, there are very few people who have realized the eighteenth Futu Heavens, and for tens of thousands of years, there are only two or three people.

This generation of Futu Tian, its bloodline is supernatural, and it is only seventeen.

This also means that in his life, the Futu Sutra can be cultivated to the peak of Yaeshan at most, although this realm, he is already the peak of the master, but after all, there is no hope for the emperor realm.

And the mantra hidden in the Futu Sutra can only be understood by those who have eighteen times of floating and slaughtering the heavens.

At that time, the inheritance of the word Om mantra was not unique to Futu Tian, and there was also a inheritance in the holy land of Buddhism, but unfortunately it was taken away by the Heavenly Clan hundreds of thousands of years ago.

From that day on, Buddhism lost a single word of mantra again.

......

"Click. ”

With a soft thud, Pegasus stopped.

This is an ordinary snow-capped mountain that is a hundred feet high.

At this time, Pegasus stopped at the mountainside of the snow-capped mountain.

"Whew!"

Pegasus exhales like thunder, and the snow melts away.

Then a cave appeared in front of Fu Tuwei's eyes, the cave was covered in a formation, and on the mountain wall, there was a word:

Road!

Its words are like swords, the edge is not obvious, but it hides a killing intention.

"Knock! knock!"

Fu Tuwei tapped on the carriage, and after three sounds, he got out of the car, stood aside, and waited to appear.

The curtain was lifted, and the woman coughed and walked out.

The cold wind is biting, and the pretty face is pale.

Fu Tuwei took out a big coat and draped it over her body.

Dayu is as white as snow, which is made of the fur of a snow beast in the Heavenly Realm, and it is the handwriting of the boundless Dao.

Youquan glanced at Fu Tuwei, didn't say anything, and didn't take the big foil off.

She looked at the cave, her eyes were full of tears, the purple bamboo cane was on the ground, and she walked towards the cave.

Youque stopped in front of the entrance of the cave, and her fingers slid lightly over the word.

The words hidden in the edge didn't hurt her in the slightest.

"Do you know me? Ahem. ”

Youqian coughed, her eyes were slightly dark, she was also innocent, accompanied by her senior brother and Mulan.

But all this, when I knew that he would not come back, disappeared.

"One hundred and eighty-three years ago, I met him for the first time. ”

Youque said: "That was the top of the five-fold mountain in the Qin realm, and at that time, I was just a down-and-out orphan in a small border city, and he was the young lord of that city. ”

"Do you think why two people with such a status as clouds of mud will know each other and worship the Taoist sect together?"

She turned around, she did not enter the cave, but returned to the carriage, her voice rang out, some tired, some remembrance, some innocent.

Pegasus is on his way again.

And she said that they met at the beginning of the year.

She didn't want to, her past with him, with her, buried in this vast snowy land.

"Perhaps, somewhere, you're still alive. ”

The missing gaze seemed to pass through the carriage and saw the boundless distance, where there was someone in a white robe like snow, heroic, holding a sword and rushing into the sky.

......

At the age of seven, she lives in a ruined temple outside the city.

The past winter was cold, and even now she shivered when she thought about it.

Stepping on the early morning sun, she walked out of the dilapidated temple, her fluffy hair and shabby clothes tightly wrapped around her body.

"Ahh

Rubbing her red nose, the little girl jumped up and ran towards the city.

I wonder if I will meet a good person again today and give her a full meal?

She smiled and walked happily towards the small town that didn't even have a name.

No one dared to bully her, not even those beggar leaders, who no longer wanted to break her legs and let her "make money".

When she first came here, she was forced into a corner by a filthy man, he tore her clothes, she cried, she struggled, but the people in the broken house watched indifferently, and some were still cheering.

And then, then.

Then when the filthy guy pressed down on her and was taking off his pants, she used a pointed twig to plunge into his chest and into his heart.

Blood stained her face, she didn't cry anymore, she looked at the little brothers of the beggar leaders, those who were more than ten years old at the earliest, and seven or eight years old at the youngest, with a look of indifference.

She was not afraid of them.

She turned and left the ruined house, and walked out of the town, to the ruined temple, where she settled down.

Those who were scared silly by her must not know that after she was far away from the broken house, in a corner of the house, holding her feet, crying heartbreakingly.

Thinking about it, the little girl laughed heartlessly.

After walking into the town, the little girl's smiling face was gone, and her little black eyes blinked and shone.

"Don't kick me, spare me, boss, I don't dare anymore. ”

In the dark corner, there was a sound of kicking and begging for mercy. The little girl glanced at it and ignored it, it was an acquaintance.

Two years ago, it was this guy who, after that filthy man died, occupied the shabby house and became the boss of the group.

"Hmph, as long as they don't mess with me, my aunt and grandmother won't be in the mood to fight them. ”

The little girl has a little head arrogantly, she never goes to those dark places, although she is not afraid of those guys, it does not mean that she will fall into the net.

It's noon.

The little girl wiped the sweat from her forehead, and her little face was flowery, and she wiped ash on her face.

"I'm hungry. ”

Her limbs were weak, and she knew that it was not good to go out today, otherwise she would not have seen her acquaintances at the city gate, and she would not have found anything to eat now.

Her little eyes were shining, and she looked around to see that there was nothing suspicious, she tightened her belt, took out a small half of a steamed bun that was hard like a stone from her arms, pulled off the steamed bun the size of a quail egg, hid the rest of the steamed bun, and then threw the small piece of steamed bun into her mouth and chewed vigorously.

"Crunch!"

The little girl smiled and walked towards the liveliest bazaar.

On weekdays, she didn't dare to go there, because the people there were very fierce, and there were monks.

She saw with her own eyes that an acquaintance had his leg broken by a young man in gorgeous clothes, and he was left to fend for himself, no one cared about him at all, not even the boss who was squatting in the corner.

Even saw two people fighting, and the ground was cut with a hole bigger than her body, I didn't dare to imagine that if that knife was cut on her, it would definitely be halved.

Today, all the other places have passed, and they haven't gotten anything to eat, so she won't lower her head and beg.

Although the ruthless woman threw herself into the beggar's nest, she was not a beggar.

Father will definitely come to her, and if he doesn't, then when she is older, she will go to him.

However, it has been two years. Could the father have been so enchanted by that woman that he forgot about her?