Just lost the soul, like a fateful dream, is it fate or a chance encounter in a new reincarnation?

Xiao Qingchen walked out of the Lock Demon Tower alone, seeing that the surroundings were slightly dim, he took a deep breath, looked up and looked around, but there were dark clouds, it seemed that it would soon be a heavy rain. He smiled and looked around, but found that he had no way to go, no place to go.

Xiao Qingchen closed his eyes, the leader was a little dizzy, opened his eyes, and casually found a place to go. The Lock Demon Tower is surrounded by cliffs, only the Lock Demon Tower is flat in a radius of ten zhang, and there are some ancient pines and weeds on the cliffs, and there is occasionally a slight flow of water. But looking down the mountain from the Lock Demon Tower, it was cloudy and mist, and it was not real and dizzy.

Xiao Qingchen didn't know how long he had walked, but he just met the side of the road, and now he is in this place is also a small open space, behind the open space is a stone wall, a cliff in the previous life, and there are no weeds in the open space, all stone slabs, it seems that it should be a place where Shushan immortals practice here.

"Hey." Xiao Qingchen sat on a boulder that was still a foot away from the edge of the cliff, looked at the gloomy surroundings, and couldn't help sighing. After sighing, he felt bored and looked down the cliff again, but he saw nothing, so he felt that his leader was even more dizzy, and quickly pinched the forehead with his own hand, and then lay down on the boulder.

His eyes were just dull, and among the dense dark clouds overhead, Xiao Qingchen's eyes were full of fine light. This thin light flickered, I wonder if it is left from the past to the present? Have you seen these things before? Is it on top of this boulder?

Xiao Qingchen laughed at himself, but the laughter was not loud, it was extremely light and light, and he was instantly drowned in the thunder that thundered in the sky. What are you looking at while lying here, Xiao Qingchen doesn't know what he's looking at, he's just lying here. Or maybe there is a cry in my heart for Xiao Qingchen to lie here, lie here and look at the past, what is the past? Reminiscing about the past? Or is it the present in the past?

Full of surprise, Xiao Qingchen's mind and mind have been lost, and what is flowing in his eyes is not the dark clouds in the sky, but the picture of the white horse passing through the gap. Picture? Is it a picture? Or is it just my own reverie? Xiao Qingchen didn't know what he was thinking, but, just, just an inexplicable surprise in his heart, so that his heart couldn't beat, the blood no longer flowed, and there was nothing flowing between his eyes, some things in the past, what he had seen and had never seen. What is this surprise? What is it!?

"Little monk, I'm here to listen to your story!" "Hehe, you have three refuges there, and I have four refuges, do you want to listen to them?" ","Four, Four Refuge","Take refuge in the Sangha, take refuge in the law, take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the beautiful girl." "Take refuge in the show." Between the whispers, Xiao Qingchen's heart seemed to be hit hard, and this blow was more painful and stuffy than thousands of troops trampling on his chest. This pain, this stuffiness, but I can't say it.

"What did you say?" "Ahh "You want to die? "You dared to tease me the night before yesterday, do you want to die?" ", "Don't dare, don't dare, I couldn't resist the temptation to say it when I saw you fall into the country and the city that day, and I hope that the beautiful adults don't care about the villain." "Are you going to be a nun after you're thirty?" "Why don't you go?" "Then how about I build a monastery next to you and become a monk?" In the flashes of his mind, there are scenes of laughter but not laughter. Xiao Qingchen took a deep breath, his eyes were closed, but his heart was like a thousand ants devouring his heart, and he couldn't tear it off.

"Boom!" Finally, after this thunder, between the dark clouds, lightning flashed and rain dropped. Dropping between Xiao Qingchen's closed eyes, a drop was cool. Xiao Qingchen was shocked, and his right hand trembled and touched the raindrops on his eyes, it was really cold. "Huh." Xiao Qingchen laughed again, after this laughter, Xiao Qingchen's eyes suddenly opened, and as soon as he opened, a downpour of rain followed, hitting Xiao Qingchen's eyes, making him unable to open his eyes.

A nameless anger rose in his heart, Xiao Qingchen opened his eyes wide, his eyes looked directly at the lightning flashing between the sky and the earth, and the lightning flashing among the dark clouds, and stared directly at the pouring rain that spread out in the Shu Mountain.

It was still raining at that time, and that dream ended in the rain. In the whole body, the blood flowed, and the nameless sorrow, grievance, and grief poured into my heart, and the blood surged up, and I had to send it.

Xiao Qingchen's whole body was red, his eyes were gray, and his white clothes were flying gently in the pouring rain. "Ahem, ahem." Two coughs, Xiao Qingchen suddenly felt that his nose was sore and unbearable, but in his angry round eyes, he saw a few drops of blood and tears slowly flowing out, which were instantly washed away by the pouring rain, and he didn't know where to go.

The wind is strong, the rain is more urgent, and the sound of thunder and lightning is victorious. Xiao Qingchen, he couldn't stand it anymore in his heart, he couldn't bear it, and this nameless pain surged into his heart.

"Ahh There was a roar, and the pouring rain was shaken away by this roar. This roar can be heard in Shushan, under Shushan, and in people's hearts.

Thousands of miles away, in the ancient temple where the rain was also pouring down, a woman in purple with cross-legged qi could be heard, and the flowing ink dance opened her eyes, and in her eyes, it was cool, and the purple sword in her hand rose to the sky, and the sword qi went straight to the sky, and the pouring rain was cut off in an instant.

Slowly, Liuyu Mowu's body was about to move, the purple sword roared clearly, and Liuyu Mowu finally flew up, stepping in the sword qi, looking at the south. The purple clothes around him fluttered, and the pouring rain was silent. Suddenly, Liuyu Mo Wu's right hand was together, and in the midst of the sound of the purple sword, a sword slashed open, and the pouring rain stopped for a few breaths.

Xiao Qingchen roared angrily, and after the roar, the lightning struck down. Xiao Qingchen choked out laughter, slapped the boulder with both hands, his body straightened, the dust sword in his hand flashed, the sword intent was immense, and the sorrow between the wisps filled his heart.

Xiao Qingchen jumped straight into the sky, the dust sword in his hand, and the sword shadow was repeated, "Sad! Xiao Qingchen muttered softly, and the dust sword in his hand clanged, directly slashing at the lightning that came from the sky.

"Collapse, bang." Xiao Qingchen collided directly with the lightning, and suddenly exploded, Xiao Qingchen fell all over his body and was blackened, and black smoke lingered around his body. "Poof." Xiao Qingchen spurted out a mouthful of blood, spitting in the rain, scarlet red, Xiao Qingchen stood still, let the rain wash away.

Under the wash, Xiao Qingchen was full of white hair, and a crack in the dust sword suddenly extended from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

On this rainy day, the prince of Beiliang turned white, and the dust sword cracked.

Thousands of miles away, it was also a lightning bolt that struck, and Liuyu Mowu lost his heart, but the purple sword automatically caught up, and in the purple light, the lightning turned and split a mansha bead in the ancient temple.