There are lovers in the world, and it is often difficult to marry in the end.

This sentence seems to contradict "May there be lovers in the world who will eventually become married", but it is true. It's someone else's fact, someone else's story.

According to rumors, the deputy palace master of [Qianyang Palace] surnamed Zhang once had a confidante, and he was also the woman who almost spent candles in his cave room. The two were also in love back then, but later they didn't know what happened, the two didn't seem to see each other again, and people only vaguely remembered the woman, surnamed Cui and named Yingying. Later, the man surnamed Zhang came to [Qianyang Palace] to practice Buddhism, and slowly, in fact, it was only ten years, and he was already the deputy palace master of [Qianyang Palace]. And what about the woman? As if she had never existed, as if she didn't exist. People are most fascinated by these things that are seen in the fog, because they can always find something worth pondering, and in a few words, they can be happy for an afternoon. The joys of the world, in their eyes, have become so simple and clear.

It seems that human beings are indeed easy to be happy.

The little monk in white jumped in front, and introduced some interesting things about [Qianyang Palace] to the newcomers to Lin Futian, such as the locust tree in front of the door of the Zhujing Hall, which is as thick as ten people hugging, but the size is only as tall as Senior Brother Xu Qing, and the dense locust leaves on the locust tree are like pieces of crystal, if you gently kick on the root of the locust tree that is exposed to the ground, the whole locust tree will sway, and make the sound of a wooden fish, "Dong Dong Dong..." Luo Mei hesitated, ran to the locust tree with a smile, raised his right leg and was about to kick it, suddenly, his right leg hung in the air, gently Luo Mei thought about it, and then gently kicked the root of the locust tree, only to see the whole locust tree swaying, like a drunk old man, slowly, the locust leaves on the not high locust tree slapped together, and really made a "dong dong dong" The sound did sound like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish, Lin Futian squinted with a smile, and looked at this unexpected leaping locust tree with interest, but he didn't expect that such a place would give birth to a locust tree that was not simple. Lin Futian nodded, it's all fate.

Mo Yunfu rubbed a locust leaf that looked a little like a round, and he couldn't put it down, he was quite interested in anything related to money in the world. He was looking at the locust leaf in his hand with a smile at this time, and turned his head to Xu Qing and asked, "Brother Xu, can you pick this leaf?" After finishing speaking, Mo Yunfu actually scratched his head a little embarrassed, Xu Qing put his hands behind his back, and smiled: "Naturally." Mo Yunfu nodded, "Okay!" He gently plucked the locust leaf, which looked like a coin, and quietly put it into his storage bag. Be cautious and excited.

Zhao Jingzhi's recent cultivation has been fruitful, and when he saw this novel locust tree, he couldn't help but show a natural smile, like a clear spring, shallow and clear. Quietly flowed out. She rubbed the crimson bracelet on her wrist, a little excited.

Then, the white-clothed monk led Lin Futian and they went to a courtyard, there was a small well in it, it is said that a real dragon was arrested in it, for such a statement, the little monk did not believe it, he smiled and pointed to the well, "Look, such a narrow well, how can a real dragon fit it?" Senior brother, why are you knocking on my head again, I won't grow tall like this. The little monk looked at Xu Qing complainingly, the latter smiled awkwardly, and said: "This is all true, don't always believe it." The little monk stuck out his tongue, "Then you call out the legendary true dragon for me to see, otherwise, who will believe it." Xu Qing smiled helplessly, "These are all historical facts recorded in the palace, there is no certain basis, how can anyone record it for future generations to read and circulate?" Lin Futian couldn't help but look at the two "monks" who didn't seem to grow up, patted Xu Qing's shoulder, and quipped: "Brother Xu, why didn't I see that you are old-fashioned?" If you are old-fashioned, how can you abandon everything and choose the love of men and women? As for the love of women? It may really be so? Lin Futian patted Xu Qing's shoulder, and everything was silent. Brother Xu, you still have to work harder.

Later, Lin Futian asked the name of the little monk in white, and Xu Qing smiled: "This little guy thinks his name is not very good, so he changed it to Hongyi by himself." Lin Futian smiled, "Then what was his original name?" Xu Qing said this, feeling that it was indeed excusable, because his original name was indeed a little "ugly", "He used to be called Liu Buffalo." Xu Qing said calmly. After finishing speaking, Xu Qing scratched his head, "The original name is indeed a bit ordinary." Lin Futian said with a smile: "He's quite good at naming himself, Hongyi? This is a good name." Xu Qing quietly leaned into Lin Futian's ear and whispered: "Actually, he got the name after looking through the dictionary all night, and the next day he ran to the Zhujing Hall, with a pair of "panda eyes", and told the master that he was going to change his name, hahaha. Xu Qing covered his mouth, "I was about to die of laughter at that time, you didn't see the scene at that time, if you were there at the time, you would definitely laugh louder than me." Lin Futian raised his eyebrows, "Is it really that funny?" Xu Qing patted Lin Futian on the shoulder, stretched out a finger, and pointed it at himself, "You look at me like this, now I think back on it I am so happy, at that time, the monks in the whole hall laughed, and the whole hall was buzzing." It's a simple picture. Lin Futian smiled: "It's a pity that I was not the current me, and the current me is not the me I was then." Xu Qing scratched his head, a little incomprehensible, Lin Futian glanced at Xu Qing, and said with a smile: "You just take it as a joke I made for you, as for whether you can realize it and laugh heartily in the future, it mainly depends on whether you still insist on doing some small things in the future." Xu Qing nodded, in fact, he didn't understand at all, he said with a straight face: "It seems that Brother Lin is really a caring person." Lin Futian quipped: "This sentence can be regarded as a mistake, and it is to the point." ”

Xu Qing looked disdainful, rolled his eyes, and arched his hand, "It seems that Brother Lin still likes to listen to some pleasant words." Lin Futian patted Xu Qing's shoulder and said with a smile: "Who doesn't like to listen to good words." Xu Qing shook his shoulders, took a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

Ahead, a middle-aged monk stopped in front of the main hall with an expressionless face. He was dressed in a black robe, with a long scar on his face and sharp eyes. He just looked at Lin Futian and his party, and finally stopped his gaze on Xu Qing, "What about Senior Brother?" Xu Qing lowered his head and said nothing, his hands clenched, and his body trembled a little. In the end, he said, "Dead." Although the middle-aged monk already knew the result, he still found it a little hard to believe that his favorite Xu Qing would do such a rebellious thing, his body was a little unstable, so that the confused Hongyi went to the palace first to continue the unfinished cleaning, and then slowly spoke, his voice hoarse: "Dead? is it you?" Xu Qing nodded, tears rolling in his eyes. "Bastard!" the middle-aged monk shouted, he took a step forward, he was going to do the way for the heavens, and deal with this rebellious rebel, at this time, I saw a young man walking in front of Xu Qing, he was dressed in black, but it could be regarded as complementing the middle-aged monk, but the saber hanging from his waist was too eye-catching, and at a glance, he knew that it was good. The young man smiled and said softly: "Xu Qing, you are not authentic, I killed the person, how can it be said that you killed it?" Xu Qing said anxiously: "Brother Lin! As soon as Lin Futian stepped down, there was a cracking sound like spring thunder in the surrounding air, and the sword aura was soaring, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring. The middle-aged monk changed his posture with both hands, his eyes narrowed, one hand was erected on his chest, and the other hand was slowly pushed forward, only to see a huge "Buddha palm" condensed in the air, almost substantial, exuding a bright breath, the corners of the middle-aged monk's mouth tugged, and pushed forward, in an instant, including Luo Mei and them, they all felt a huge pressure, why is this monk willing to be the deputy palace master all the time? This should be a common question in the hearts of several people, because the realm of this middle-aged monk is obviously much higher than that palace master!

There was a long ravine on the ground, the middle-aged monk's forehead was full of beads of sweat, Lin Futian was still standing in place, but except for the ground under his feet, the rest of the part had long disappeared, and the Moon Pot Sword didn't know when it had been unsheathed, hovering in front of Lin Futian's body, Lin Futian's face was pale, but he was still full of energy. He tugged at the corners of his mouth, he really hid it so deeply, "Zhang Sheng, right? Lin Futian smiled.

The middle-aged monk was a little surprised, and frowned, "Do you know me?" Lin Futian said disdainfully: "A negative person who has failed other girls, how can you know?" As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged monk suddenly looked a little manic, and he said angrily: "What do you know? How can you know my pain, you little boy?" The middle-aged monk continued to push forward a palm, but the momentum was much weaker than before, Lin Futian reached out and grabbed the Moon Pot Sword, crossed it in front of his chest, twisted his wrist, stepped on his right foot, shattered the floor, and jumped high, Lin Futian's face was calm, his eyes were cold, "I don't understand anything, it's you, right." ”

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, the corners of his mouth moved, and the Buddhist scriptures were read out word by word, the voice shook the four fields, and the air rumbled, "What do you think of this move?" From behind the middle-aged monk, a lot of golden "light bands" suddenly appeared, Lin Futian frowned, changed to holding the sword in his left hand, and his right hand put his index finger and middle finger together, and gently brushed it on the sword, and then threw the moon pot sword away, and the moon pot sword suddenly swept towards the golden "light belt" The black-clothed monk wrapped in it quickly stopped in the air for a moment, then folded a few times, and flew around the black-clothed monk at such a speed that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. The black-clothed monk sneered, "Carving insect skills." Lin Futian narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled. Behind the black-clothed monk, those curvy golden "bands of light" quickly rushed towards the elusive Moon Pot Sword, and soon, the Moon Pot Sword seemed to stumble in the air, and then it was entwined by the golden "light belts" that had been waiting for a long time, dragging the two ends of the Moon Pot Sword, as if trying to tear it off. Lin Futian smiled, he had a good calculation! However, you are too eye-catching and low-handed, right?

Suddenly, the Moon Pot Sword flipped left and right, and then spun sharply to the right, and the sword light leaked, and those golden "light bands" fell apart in an instant. This man, formerly known as Zhang Sheng, was also a battlefield enemy in the early years, but earlier, he was also a scholar who cared about the common people, at that time, he was personable, and the woman named Cui Yingying fell in love at first sight, and made a private lifelong decision. The woman is a bold woman, and despite the shame of self-recommendation, she must be with the man, because she feels that if she misses it this time, it is estimated that she will miss it forever. At that time, Zhang Sheng also thought so, but later, the man still failed the woman, someone heard him call her a "demon", he needed to endure the love in patience, in order to complete the task given to him, he could only endure the pain of love, abandon the woman.

After that, it seems that the only people who are sad are women.

The story is neither long nor short, but the pain seems to stretch for thousands of miles. Some things cannot be explained in three or two sentences, and some words, even if they are said naturally, will still be uncomfortable in the deepest heart.

Zhang Sheng frowned, how could this man who didn't look very old be so ...... It was as if he had experienced a thousand battles, and he could no longer stir up a ripple in his heart. He folded his hands, flipped his fingers, changed his gesture, and the momentum around his body immediately rose to a higher level, as if a black cloud was pressing down on the city, and the light around Lin Futian was a little distorted and crumbling. Lin Futian was expressionless, but raised his right hand to signal Luo Mei, who was about to draw the sword behind him, not to act rashly. Lin Futian squinted, crossed his hands, and moved for a moment, he pulled the corners of his mouth, "Next, it's time to move the real thing." Zhang Sheng smiled cruelly: "Boy, don't talk too much. He stepped forward, slammed on the ground, jumped high, held his fist in his left hand, and his fist flowed, like a big Luo King Kong, and a serious statue appeared behind him, the air flow was rolling, such as rolling the Yangtze River East passing water, rushing to the front of Lin Futian, Lin Futian did not move in the air, just sighed, and put his hands together, and suddenly the golden light flashed, such as the clouds to see the sun, the sun was draped on Lin Futian's body, and Lin Futian was like a real Buddha, compassion for the heavens, and compassion for the world.

Lin Futian stretched out a palm, the golden light spread, and the middle-aged monk frowned.

A palm and a fist collided together in the air, as if they were just lightly touched and then withdrawn, but the air flow generated by this collision was like a thunderstorm and hurricane falling from the sky, pouring out of the surroundings one by one.

Luo Mei and the others hid next to the scabbard left by Lin Futian, looking at the "dark cloud" in the air worriedly, Mo Yunfu held a coin in his hand, and silently deduced.

The dwarf locust tree in front of the door of the Zhujing Hall swayed from side to side, and the sound of knocking on the wooden fish still sounded, but the sound was slightly urgent, and the white-clothed monk named "Hongyi" looked at the dark clouds in the sky worriedly, his hands folded, and his eyes closed.

In front of the door of Qianyang Palace, a beautiful woman with good maintenance walked in gently, she was actually a little hesitant, because she didn't know if he was willing to see her, she came this time, just wanted to say a word, just a word. "Do you remember me?" and left, this was her main purpose this time, and as for the rest, she felt that it didn't matter anymore. Time is the most abrasive thing. At the same time, it hurts the most.

She asked, looked west, and saw a kind-faced little monk in white, she smiled, thinking that this monk should be able to help lead the way?

In front of the main hall.

Lin Futian stood in front of Zhang Sheng, and that palm was not handed out for a long time.

The black robe Zhang Sheng was wearing had disappeared, his face was like gold paper, the corners of his eyes were oozing blood, and the corners of his mouth trembled, "You...... Why don't you hand out that palm?" Lin Futian was expressionless, looking down at Zhang Sheng, who was paralyzed on the ground, this middle-aged monk had lost the strength to resist. "Some truths have to be explained slowly, and some slaps should not be given to you by me. Zhang Sheng looked down at the ground, spat out blood, and sighed, "Now, it's not our time." ”

Lin Futian looked into the distance, squinted his eyes, and said softly: "Actually, it's still the same, it's just that some of you are slowly starting to get old. Zhang Sheng shook his head, "I haven't seen the rising sun for a long time." "No, you'll see. Lin Futian took a few steps back and gave up his place to the woman who had been waiting for a long time.

The woman's hand trembled a little, and Lin Futian smiled gently, signaling that the woman could take a few steps forward. The woman hesitated for a moment, standing in front of Zhang Sheng, the man who was now the deputy palace master of the [Qianyang Palace], after seeing the familiar embroidered shoes, his body trembled, his eyes were red, and he slowly raised his head, feeling apprehensive in his heart.

The woman choked up and said, "Do you remember me?" Zhang Sheng's eyes were red, and when he saw this somewhat unfamiliar but extremely familiar woman, his voice trembled, "Yingying?"

The two looked at each other, but they didn't see each other for the first time.

The eyes of the two were red, but it was like the parting of the year.

I believe that there will be a goodbye when I leave, but this goodbye is a lot late in spring, summer, autumn and winter......