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Colorful clouds month by month, tears turn into rain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe spring breeze is excessive, and the lovesickness is bitter. The red dust silk is like a dream, and the reincarnation in the dream is a few sorrowful.

The heavens and the earth suddenly became audible with needles falling, and the lotus flowers blooming in the vast night bloomed with incomparable light, and the vague figure sitting on it gradually became clear, it was a bald man with long eyebrows covering his sideburns, a kind and kind face, and closed eyes. Three fingers in the shape of an orchid.

This person seemed to be silent, but there was a shuddering aura flowing on his body, and in that boundless peace, Wang Meng felt a tremor from the soul.

What made Wang Meng most creepy was that the long knife vortex that was suspended above his head and never gave up had changed at this moment.

The night was vast, and the moment Acacia cut off his jade neck, the swirl of the long knife above Wang Meng's head produced a slight fluctuation, and the fluctuation was no longer a hungry beast, waiting to devour flesh and blood.

At this moment, there was a faint cry of grief in the whirlpool, first a woman's cry, and then gradually converged, as if thousands of women were crying at the same time, this cry came out of the whirlpool, gathered in the night, making people palpitate but also have a trace of inexplicable sadness.

Wuliang hugged the body of Acacia's lost breath tightly, as if his soul was gone at this moment.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know when, Wang Meng suddenly felt a slight coldness on the top of his head, and when he looked up, there was a slight drizzle in the whirlpool. The rain slid down the hair and flowed into the corners of his mouth, Wang Meng felt that the rain had a faint salty taste, what kind of taste was this?

After a long time, Wuliang suddenly raised his head, glanced at Wang Meng, and said, "How does it feel to kill someone?"

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the daytime experience, and couldn't help but snort, "You are the Dream Palace Master?"

"Hmph, he's unscrupulous, just a shameless villain. How can he be the master of the Dreamless Palace. The young man snorted coldly and looked at the unscrupulous coldly, as if there was a fire burning in his eyes.

Wuliang glanced at the young man, and said quietly, "The clouds are moon by month, and tears turn into rain." The spring breeze is excessive, and once lovesick and bitter. Yang Ji, you hate the sky higher than the clouds, have you ever regretted it?"

The young man stared at Wuliang for a long time, and suddenly bent down and laughed, laughing so much that tears flowed out of his eyes.

Wuliang shook his head, suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Mengdao, "What do you think of the old man's appearance?"

Wang Meng was silent, and said in a deep voice, "Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely, and they have been detached from Fang to know that they are wrong. The predecessors are ordinary, and the world is ugly, but they don't know the taste of ugliness......"

Unscrupulous stared at Wang Meng and suddenly burst into laughter, and the laughter of unscrupulous and handsome young men echoed in the heavens and the earth, as if the sky and the earth were cracking with laughter, and the moon was falling and the flowers were blooming.

Suddenly, Wuliang stood up and took a step, and a long sword was already against Wang Meng's chest.

Wang Meng shuddered, and said urgently, "Senior, you ......"

"Take your sword, it's a matter here, go to the Dreamless Palace, and the old man will break off with you. ”

As he spoke, Wuliang looked back and looked deeply at the ground, the black hair was like a waterfall pouring down, like a sleeping acacia, only the bright red at the jade neck as white as jade was so eye-catching.

"Red dust, like a dream. Reincarnation in the dream is a few sorrowful" unscrupulous shouted, his hands suddenly pressed in the void, and countless black silks surged between the sky and the earth, and the wisps were stumbling, as if to weave a huge net between the vastness, shrouding the infinite light of the lotus phantom that bloomed in the void.

"Hmph, no dreams. I haven't woken up in my dream, I'm ignorant" Yang Ji snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Wang Meng, took a step, and stood under the lotus platform transformed by the bright lantern.

"There is no silence, no end, no beginning and no end. The world is alive, and when you open your eyes and can't see the sky, how sad it is" between heaven and earth, grand and majestic, and the strange voice of compassion for the world echoes between heaven and earth.

In Wang Meng's side eyes, the hazy figure on the lotus suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of eyes that had insight into the world and everything did not linger suddenly opened, and then a figure stood up in the middle of the cross-seat, silently staring at the unscrupulous.

Wang Meng's heart was suddenly shocked, and he thought of the strange record he saw in the Hongru Academy:

In the vast chess game, everything is a child.

Disillusionment is like a dream, and the confidant is not himself.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and they are made by nature. Confucianism governs the world, and Taoism is detached.

The hearts of all souls are stained with dust, the West is fake, and the South is empty......

These words are interspersed in many books of the Confucian Academy, as if they were the outline of all written records. Wang Meng also asked the great master and many fellow disciples, and these words have been passed down through the ages, but they are incomprehensible. The latter expounds the laws of the earthly avenue.

In the earthly world, Confucianism governs the world and educates the mundane. And the cultivator is detached and controls the heavens and the earth for immortality. These two types are the foundation of heaven and earth. In addition to this, there are also legends that in the land of the West, there is a Buddha who was born, somewhere between the secular and the monastic.

And in the land of the south, enter the red gate, cross the weak water, and get the fruit of dreams.

The figure that appears now is bald and compassionate, and the halo on his body is circulating, like the people in the Buddhist sect mentioned in the book.

Wang Meng hesitated for a moment, a trace of sarcasm appeared on his unscrupulous and ugly face, and he chuckled, "Yang Ji, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the son of Xiaoyao City is Ding Qiankun." You actually gave up yourself and went to the West to ask. Yunxi is sad, why is lovesickness so bitter. Today, the old man will break away from the dream for you......"

"Circumambulation ......"

With the unscrupulous sneer, countless black threads in the vastness of the black threads, the wisps of silk entwined down, step by step, gradually overshadowing the light, as if the heaven and earth were about to return to the original darkness.

Yang Ji's eyes were gloomy, and he reached out and pressed it in the void, and the bright lamp returned to his hand again, but there was no wick.

The bald figure standing up took a step, and a six-foot-tall golden giant appeared between heaven and earth, with boundless light blooming on his body, two golden lights shot out in his eyes, and two golden dragons flew out, hovering in the vastness.

"Everyone in the world is suffering, and the mind is not confused. Broken" the bald figure pronounced abruptly. The fire dragon that emerged from his eyes swelled rapidly, as if this heaven and earth could not accommodate him, and he wanted to break through the dark cage and wander into the void.

Wuliang's face became a little dignified, and his hand flipped over, and there was a crystal clear, like a transparent dagger. With a slight stroke in the vastness, there was more light in the ten thousand black threads, as if a lightning bolt flashed through the world in the darkness......

Wang Meng stared at the two people who were fighting, and then looked at the two black-clothed people who were standing next to him and never left, and suddenly a strange thought suddenly appeared in his heart. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly stepped forward and hugged the acacia that was lying on the ground. Then he took one step and entered the black sky and the dazzling world with the two men in black and the whirlpool that was always floating overhead......

Looking at Wang Meng's sudden move, Wuliang showed a hint of a smile. Yang Ji's eyes were a little strange, staring at the lovesickness in Wang Meng's arms for a long time. At the wave of his hand, the bright lantern without the wick slowly flew up, flying directly to the top of Wang Meng's head, rising and falling in parallel with the whirlpool......

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