If life is only as it first seems.

It's not always so good, either.

It's best not to have an umbrella and like the cool rain. On the face, it becomes hazy.

"Thirteen Niang, why do you say that?"

The haze will always pass, and it is better to listen than to turn a blind eye.

Thirteen Niang's expression was the same as when she was looking at the river tower, cold and lonely, cold and terrible. "I went down the mountain this time, in addition to looking for opportunities, but also to cut off the debts of the world. ”

I don't want to hear it, it's not a good thing, and it's not a story to show off. It's just going to hurt.

"My mother was a singer, but she was violent for a villain. That villain was my biological father. ”

It's not a good story!

"On the mountain, I have not been able to become enlightened, and Master said that I can't be too forgetful. My mother died for me, and I have to avenge this revenge. ”

"Actually, I knew where he was early on, but I never dared to go. I told me that I could become a Sword Immortal without him. When the time comes, I will face him with the strength of a sword immortal. But now that I understand, just like Brother Ning's sword god, if you don't put it down, you can't enter the supreme sword way. ”

The story of Ximen blowing snow, Ning Caichen did not change, because it was the perfect Ximen blowing snow.

Maybe Simon Blowing Snow's life is not perfect, but Simon Blowing Snow is perfect.

He had already finished writing the story of Simon blowing snow, but he didn't expect it to be such a result.

Shushan is passed down from Taishang. It's so forgetful, it's really like!

"Thirteen Niang, you misunderstood, what I wanted to express was not what I meant, isn't there countless touching things in the book? His son was always crying......"

Thirteen Niang interrupted him: "Do you still want to say that he met Sun Xiuqing?" When he saw Sun Xiuqing for the first time, the pattern of loneliness began to change.

It is not appropriate to say that it is the first sight, and it is inappropriate to say that it is Sun Xiuqing, to be precise, in his first story with Lu Xiaofeng, his lonely pattern began to change.

He healed a woman's wounds, and then they loved each other. Later, they had a child.

He is no longer alone, there are people who wait for him, there are people who accompany him, there are people who listen to him, there are people who understand him. He is no longer alone, in terms of form and emotion, he has a support. ”

She doesn't seem to be talking about anyone else, but about herself. "Brother Ning wants him to be emotionally humanized? I want to too! But the sword is ruthless, how can he be affectionate when he seeks to verify the way of the sword? His way of the sword is getting farther and farther away! Until he realizes this again. ”

"No!" Ning Caichen retorted, "He seems to be getting farther and farther away from the way of the sword. But no one knows that far, in many cases, is just the way we look at things. If someone can really look down outside the pattern of life, they can see that Simon is getting closer and closer to the way of the sword.

No one can be born without all kinds of emotions in a person's surname, and if you want to get out of the bureau of people's surname emotions, you must first enter the game. ”

What Ning Caichen said was all humanitarian, in order to make her understand. The only difference is that it does not explain the relationship between heaven, earth and man.

But the relationship between the three ways is really said, but the bad thing is not himself, but Thirteen Niang.

When she learns that what she is fighting for is actually only humanity, and she may never be able to escape humanity. A few more people could withstand the blow.

Even himself, a person who has never had any immortal or divine ways, has not been shaken?

An outlook on life that instilled in her since she was a child that she pursued the way of heaven as her life goal, suddenly learned that she had been deceived again, not to help her, but to harm her.

"Hmm. Thirteen Niang nodded and said, "So I'm going to recognize him first, and then kill him." ”

Thirteen Niang left, walking very resolutely.

He didn't seem to be able to meddle in this matter, and perhaps found countless ways to keep her from killing her father from the laws and regulations.

But this world is not so simple, it is an era when filial piety is more important than legal principles.

Forceful annihilation can be killed.

It's just that she shouldn't be the one who did it.

When Ning Caichen figured it out and avoided it, there was only a vast rainy night road, and she could no longer be seen.

Xiahou Jian came back and re-bandaged his wounds. But the one who walked with him was Yan Chixia.

"Brother Xiahou, you came just in time. Thirteen Niang is going to avenge her mother, help me find her. ”

"Where is the enemy of Thirteen Niang?"

"I don't know. ”

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know. Ning Caichen lowered his voice. "But I know that the enemy had abused her mother. ”

The story of Thirteen Niang is a huge **, Ning Caichen decided to hide it.

Xiahou Jian looked at Yan Chixia, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

It's strange that they can be together. Now that's even weirder. "Brother Xiahou, Yan Zhutou, who are you?"

Yan Chixia did not explain to Xiahou Jian, but said in a tone of self-purification and turbidity: "I came this time to have a mission. ”

"What task?"

Xiahou Jian looked at him and decided to believe him. "Ning Xianggong, he discovered a gang that abducted and sold women and forced them to become prostitutes. He came to me for help. ”

Ning Caichen nodded, in his opinion, it is normal to force good people to become prostitutes, and it also happens to be the duty of catching fast.

Yan Chixia was a little unhappy when she saw that Ning Caichen didn't care about this matter. At this time, he has an excessive sense of justice, and if there are demons, he will be killed, and if there are bad people, he will be caught.

Ning Caichen's indifference made his good impression plummet. Literati......

However, he wanted help, at least Xiahou Jian's help. "This group of people is different from ordinary people, they steal women, they are persecuted and humiliated, not sold and recorded. ”

"What? It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Ning Caichen couldn't believe that there was such a coincidence, but this was also a clue.

How many such perverts are there in this era? Thirteen Niang's mother and Duoqiao were just violent, and they were singers.

"Let's go, I'll help you!" Ning Caichen said loudly.

"Okay! This is what a man does!" After just two sentences, he brought in Ning Caichen, and he was naturally happy.

Ning Caichen's swordsmanship, especially the sword wheel dance, made Yan Chixia believe that he was definitely a helper who was not inferior to Xiahou Jian.

"Are there many of them?" Ning Caichen asked again.

He noticed another detail. His swordsmanship is one-on-one, and he has made up for it, but his two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and the hero can't stand up to many people.

"Quite a few people. "If there weren't many people, he wouldn't have asked for help.

"Do you have a bow and arrow?"

The bows and arrows of the Song Dynasty are very famous, which is another detail that Ning Caichen paid attention to.

"This... Didn't pay attention. "Although the court severely punished individuals for having bows and crossbows, bows and arrows had already entered the gates, and there were many crossbows.

Whether there are any people in this group, Yan Chixia didn't dare to pack tickets.

Ning Caichen thought for a moment and said, "Okay! I'll go to two more masters to help." There are many people on the other side, so it's good to be prepared. ”

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I had diarrhea today, I was very uncomfortable, I immediately went to buy medicine, and after eating it all morning, I still had a lot of diarrhea, and I couldn't help but feel that fake medicine hurts people. "I don't believe that there is no bottle of real medicine in China!" Suddenly...... "Hey, why did mung beans pop out of this red bean porridge?"

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