Ming Ying didn't quite understand: "Why do you ask that?" ”

Ye Qingshi looked at Ming Ying's unput away array disk: "This array disk is called 'Breaking Delusion', it is the array disk left by the power of the formation that soared in the past, and it can open up an absolutely safe passage in all formations, but thousands of years ago, this thing has been lost." ”

Understood, this thing can't be found by people in the immortal cultivation realm.

Ming Ying remembered what jade bed in her storage bag gathered spiritual energy, what secret space where you could have an epiphany, and what kind of immortal rope that tied people......

All of these are given by Forget Dust.

She read the entire booklet and memorized the various spiritual artifacts in it, thinking that this thing was very common in the immortal cultivation world, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Mingying, who had a heart attack, suddenly thought of forgetting the dust.

This guy definitely has a memory! Otherwise, who would casually give a stranger such a valuable thing.

"These things are given by the family." Mingying didn't intend to expose Forget Chen, so of course she changed her words.

Now she desperately wants to find the other party and ask for clarification.

But you said that he liked her, and Mingying didn't believe it.

I really like it, he can say it, there's no need to hide it.

Along the way, Forget the dust has maintained a kind and gentle image of the Buddha, except for teaching sword moves when she will get a little closer, and she will not touch her at other times.

Hearing this, Ye Qingshi was even more sure of Ming Ying's identity as a monk of the hermit family, and naturally had no opinion on Ming Ying's words.

The two stood up in the dilapidated village.

I don't know how long I searched, Mingying finally saw a familiar bald head.

The gray monk's robe was inconspicuous, but the tall figure held it up.

At this moment, he stood under the tree, quietly looking up at the snow-white peach blossoms on the top of the tree, and his eyebrows and eyes were indescribably quiet and beautiful.

Seeing the familiar person, Ming Ying didn't think much about it, and walked over with the sword in hand.

"Forget the dust," she shouted, standing beside the other.

Forget the dust still maintained this position.

What's he doing?

Mingying was a little strange.

She intuitively felt that the person in front of her was herself, not a formation disguise.

Ming Ying cautiously entered the chunhui sword of the scabbard and poked him, and then there was a dizziness.

Worst! Hit.

Ye Qingshi, who came over, only saw Ming Ying move his sword and poke the Forgotten Dust Buddha, and then he slipped straight down.

This sudden situation made his eyes widen, and just as he wanted to step forward to catch it, he found that the Buddha, who was standing in place, suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged the fallen girl into his arms.

Those golden eyes swept over him coldly, so that he didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

What kind of eyes are that?

Like a ferocious beast intimidating a creature that preys on its prey, as if he got any closer, he would be torn apart by it.

Ye Qingshi, who stopped in place, hung his head and didn't dare to look at it again.

But that didn't stop him from being shocked.

Forget the dust Buddha, a two-thousand-year-old monk of the Tribulation Period, who is famous with him in addition to this extraordinary talent, is the incomprehensible style that everyone knows.

Three thousand years ago, the previous Buddha of Vientiane Temple was seduced by the holy daughter of the Hehuan Sect, completely ruined the Tao, and fell into a demon cultivator.

For this reason, Vientiane Temple has not elected a new Buddha for thousands of years, until the appearance of Forgotten Dust.

He seemed to uphold the teachings of the previous Buddha, and kept away from all monks of the opposite sex, and it was said that even a female bird would be driven away by him.

And the new saintess of the Hehuan Sect also commented that he was a stubborn stone and puzzled by the amorous feelings.

But who would have thought that this man, who is known as incomprehensible, would actually take the fallen girl into his arms at this moment, and his movements were extremely gentle.

After making sure that Mingying was fine, Forget Chen closed his eyes again.

…

When she opened her eyes again, Mingying found herself wearing a wedding dress again.

Isn't she in Peachbrook Village? Didn't you poke the forgotten dust with a sword? What about the Forgotten Ones? Where is this?

Full of doubts and unanswered, Mingying could only get up and look around, but found that she couldn't move at all.

Through the cloudy bronze mirror in front of her, she vaguely saw a beautiful face.

It is a completely unfamiliar face.

Is it wearing this time? Or is it a fantasy?

Ming Ying wanted to pinch herself, but her body was completely out of control.

She watched as the bride's self picked up the red paper, then opened her lips and took it in her mouth.

There is no way to control it, she can only play this role and feel the bride's every move.

Like a puppet being manipulated.

There was a knock on the door, and the bride put down the red paper in her hand and walked briskly.

The bride was very happy, Mingying could feel it.

The door was opened, and the man opposite was wearing the same bright red wedding dress, but he couldn't see his face clearly, but Mingying could feel that the other party was an immortal cultivator.

The owner of the body is just a mortal.

"Ling Niang, you are so beautiful." The man's hand fell on the bride's face, and his tone was full of anticipation: "I really hope we can get married soon." ”

"What are you talking nonsense...... Hurry up and go back, be careful to be seen by A-Niang for a while. The bride, who was called Ling Niang, pushed the man, but she didn't use any force.

The man took the opportunity to take Ling Niang into his arms: "We are already an unmarried couple, and we will get married in half a month, A-Niang won't blame me." ”

Ling Niang patted the man's chest coquettishly: "That's my mother." ”

"Sooner or later, you have to change your words, it makes no difference." As the man spoke, he lifted Ling Niang's chin, probably about to kiss it off......

The perspective of this party is a little exciting, Mingying rubs her hands in her heart, and waits for it.

The next moment, it suddenly went dark.

When she opened her eyes again, Mingying only heard the noisy life.

？？？ Isn't it, every kiss has to pull the lamp?

complained in her heart, but Mingying was trying to hear the voices of the people around her.

Eldest Lady Jia: "The martial family is really blessed to save Zhao Xi, a golden beetle son-in-law." ”

"Who says it's not...", the eldest lady said in kind.

"I knew that I could pick up the golden beetle son-in-law in the forest, so I also let my family go to ......"

"You think everyone is Wuling, but they are doctors......"

"That's right, if it were someone else, maybe Zhao Xi would die, didn't you see, when Zhao Xi was brought back, it was called a miserable, that blood... Tsk tsk... It's ...... to seep when you look at it."

With these words, Mingying probably made things clear.

Wu Ling, a kind-hearted and beautiful female doctor in Taoxi Village, rescued the seriously injured Zhao Xi, and the two fell in love for a long time, and later Zhao Xi was found to be the golden beetle's son-in-law, and he was even willing to join the martial arts family.

And today is the wedding of the two of them.

So is there any inevitable connection between this and the ghost that Taoxi Village has become in the future?

And that Zhao Xi, an immortal cultivator, actually wanted to marry a mortal.

This is something that Mingying doesn't quite understand.

The lifespan of immortal cultivators is inherently longer than that of ordinary people, and they can live for 5,000 years during the tribulation period, and the Mahayana period is 10,000 years.

Mortals are only a hundred years old in Sumeru, and for immortal cultivators, it is just a flick of a finger.