Chapter 61: The Burning of the Six Emperors

"It's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get there! Su Xuechi, if you keep hiding, I will burn many plans, and for a while, there may be no way to endure you. However, today, you come to the door by yourself, together with Liuyun Pavilion and Yanluo Pavilion, then don't blame me for our Burning Sect, and we will accept all the orders!"

"Burning the Sea, you are so bold, Burning Sect, dare to go against our Eight Directions Pavilion at the same time?" Elder Yun Rui of Liuyun Pavilion dared to speak wildly when he saw this Burning Sea of Burning Emperor Elder Eight of the Burning Sect, you must know that even if any of the Eight Directions Pavilion was unable to compete with the Burning Sect, however, if the Burning Sect wanted to go against all the Eight Directions Pavilion at once, then the Burning Sect would definitely receive a heavy blow.

Song seems to stretch out his arms and wait for the sweet embrace at that moment, looking forward to the solidification of the moment when happiness comes. Each pine needle is as hard as a needle, even if it turns yellow.

The withered yellow blades of grass lowered their heads as if they were contemplating, thinking about the prosperity of summer, and slowly adapting to the dullness after the splendor. The autumn wind hit, gently tearing at the pain of the withered grass and missing.

Burning Hai smiled and said loudly, "If the Eight Directions Pavilion really thinks that it can make the Burning Sect fearful, then how can the Burning Sect run rampant in the Tongxuan Divine Prefecture? How can the Burning Sect be destroyed one after another? The eyes of the Burning Sect, since the fall of the Tu Su Pavilion, no longer fall on the Eight Directions Pavilion! The Eight Directions Pavilion seems to be united, how can they watch the strongest Tu Su Pavilion being destroyed by the Burning Sect? You, but the strongest alliance is actually nothing more than selfishness! Now, do you really naively think that the Bafang Pavilion can influence the decision of the Burning Sect?hahaha!"

Every dawn, accompanied by the morning dew, the night mist condenses into dew, and the morning dew is exquisitely clear, showing the warm luster of the sun. Matsuya also presents its stubborn and charming arrogant posture.

Every day, the white clouds always float leisurely in the clear blue sky, and the pines still stand upright, never changing their posture. The pine under the sun presents a classical beauty, not glamorous, not twisted.

Every night, the pine feels the caress of the wind, but it exudes the light of the moon. Enjoying the silence of the night, the dream of pine blooms in the starry night sky, beautiful and desolate, and can't hide the faint sadness.

Everyone was angered by the Burning Sea, but there was no rebuttal, indeed, Tu Su Pavilion, as the strongest force in the Bafang Pavilion, the most powerful enemy of the Burning Sect, when the Burning Sect besieged Tu Su Pavilion, if the Bafang Pavilion could unite as one, then Su Jue would definitely not fall to the end, and there would not be a situation where the Burning Sect covered the sky with one hand and the balance of strength of the Xuan Divine Prefecture was overturned!

It's not a storm, it sounds like it's all poetic. Leaning on the railing to look at the rain, the soft rain is dripping, soaking and soaking, and the round raindrops are woven into a thin rain curtain, which hangs under the eaves. The light rain in early spring is quiet and euphemistic, with a temperament that washes away the lead, and is peaceful and tranquil. Leaning on the mullions to listen to the rain, the rain is lazy and the water flows slowly. The soft drizzle gently knocked on the green bricks and tiles of Lin'an, and the fine crumbs and crumbs were dingdingdong. At this time, if you recline in front of the desk, your fingertips hold the soft sound of the ancient sound, wandering a silk cloud, the distant sound of the piano and the soft raindrops play the rhythm of early spring in Lin'an.

The rain fell suddenly, and suddenly stopped. After the first rain, I saw the willow silk swaying, and the soft and faint new green gradually covered Lin'an. Walking in the middle, even the breath and breath are clear and delicate green.

"Burning the sea, how has the burning sect been intentional for so many years, do you know that with such a force, aren't you afraid of being spurned by thousands of people?" Su and his entourage reprimanded.

"Third brother?" Burning Hai was stunned, when Su and his party were burning the sect, in order to get more news and buy people's hearts, his interpersonal relationship was particularly good, especially a group of people who were weaker than him, such as most of the burning emperors of the burning sect, he took great care of them, so everyone, including verbs, was quite respectful of Su and his party.

Therefore, although it was the original burning party who became the sinner of the burning sect and betrayed the burning sect, in their hearts, they still have special feelings for this three burning emperors.

The drizzle, as soft as snowflakes, fluttered like clouds of smoke, flying around in the air, kissing the face, leaning on the eyebrows, kissing the lips, licking every inch like a fairy, all over the body.

The continuous rain has come to see you. It's not lightning and thunder, and it's pouring rain; Nor is it like the spring rain that alternates day and night, and sentimentality comes; The rain in this season is continuous, soft and silky, colorful, dancing in the wind and blowing like snow. Stretching out his hand, spreading his palm, the rain fell on the palm of his hand softly, although not as white and crystal as a snowflake, it could mottle tears in the palm lines, and prick the sensitive nerve, excited, trembling. But it can be gently fitted between the eyebrows, lips and teeth, palms, and dances continuously, making you crispy and numb, itching in the heart but can't stop.

"Hahaha, third brother, although the Burning Sect is rampant in Tongxuan Divine Prefecture, only in the Burning Sect can you become a strong person and survive! Now, if you betray the Burning Sect, you will naturally betray everyone in the Burning Sect, so no matter how much you have taken care of me, I will never be merciful to you!"

The wet rain dyed the pavement into black particles, paving every side of the road, the depth is appropriate, the water is not slow, it flows slowly, and it gathers into a column with all its strength, so that the spreading water flow has been unruly, and the murmuring confluence becomes a river. The rain, melted in the thick river, disappeared without a trace.

The rain climbed the tall ancient trees on the side of the road, and from the top to the foot, not a single branch was missed. The dripping rain was as cold as snow, and I held the rain into a puddle and a cone to the bone. So there is no nostalgia, and I disdain the branches to stay, in order to kiss the earth, I do not hesitate to roar down, and I am destined to be crushed.

The rain falls on the shoulders and backs of the mountains, on the towering trees with tall branches and lush leaves, and on the vibrant, green and verdant meadows, washing the dust and debris accumulated over the years with the blood of life, and injecting the water of life deep into the vast land.

"Do you think that you can deal with me by yourself? Eighth brother, I once persuaded you to work hard to cultivate, and now, since you are so obsessed, then don't blame me, who is an elder brother, you're welcome!" Su and his entourage ran the Xuan Fa, and the Xuan Qi suddenly exploded.

I like the soft drizzle, although there is no hearty pouring of heavy rain, there is no snowflake fluttering Ana, and there is no ice clear jade of ice flowers. It has a flexible character, willful in the world that dances lightly in the wind, carefully combs the winding mountains, and inhabits a strip of green land. Indulge in the landscape, graceful in the universe, drizzle silent.

"Third brother, if it were me, ten would not be your opponents if they were combined, we have been together for so many years, and I still know your strength, but do you think that this ancient tomb will only come by myself?" said Burning Sea with a smile.

The drizzle is continuous, the drizzle, with full love, sincerity, with the most fiery selfless dedication, with the most tragic selflessness, breaking the cocoon into a butterfly. Waving your hand, saying goodbye to the mountains, trees, and grass, leaving the tenderness of a thousand turns in the drizzle, giving reluctance to the breeze, and swaying in the vast sky. Looking at the canal from afar, the green water is abundant, and the water and grass are abundant. So, Drizzle shook his head, feeling that all the efforts and sacrifices were worth it, and if he wanted to be reborn, he must first achieve nirvana.

Like a drizzle, the cocoon breaks into a butterfly in the warmth, blooms like fireworks, and fades away in the wind...

The autumn wind passes, leaving behind fallen leaves, snowflakes drift by, leaving shadows, shadows will eventually pass by, leaving no longer to see the cheerful green plums. Qingmei thanked her, leaving only traces of time, which was picked up by a piano called memory, and played an inimitable heart song, which lasted for a long time, and the trills that could not be dispersed into ripples.

Plum and snow, depending on each other into flowers, such as the aptity of water and ink, into words, the white gentleness, read in the text.

Plum and snow depend on each other to form words, there is no rough-edged paper, and there is no rosin ink, but it can become the casualness of prose and the freewheeling of poetry. Words are like people! It can turn the same love flower into an infinitely changing mood of black and white. The love in the words will not be ancient and ancient with the light, but only young and young with the light.

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