Sentence by sentence, falling in the centrifugation, the strong existence in the white haze was dressed in black clothes and black, and what occasionally stared back was no longer the appearance of a middle-aged man with a face like a crown of jade, but Zhang Xitong's timid appearance.

Looking back with tears, as if asking Bu Li, what you said back then, how could it be that the last thing was in vain? How can you bear it and look at my autumn moon Wutong cold jade bed. How can you endure and watch me sleep in the rain and listen to the rain. How can you hold back and watch me look at the mandarin ducks in tears. At the end, in the end, an inch of acacia turned into a hundred thousand autumn waters.

Lang's heart is like iron, but he was also struck at this moment. The man's mind was also turned into a soft silk around his fingers at this moment, and the wisps echoed.

The powerful existence in the white mist shocked Bu Li's mind with poignant and euphemistic words when he was shocked by Bu Li's spirit. The so-called demagogy is not necessarily a spell, in the hands of the powerful existence in the white mist, everything is at your fingertips, no matter what, it seems that every grass and tree around you can do the ability to bewitch.

Wang Zhi didn't expect that he would sing a high song, and there would be so many gentle singing tunes behind him, and he was stupid to listen to. Originally, he was also a person in temperament, and under the powerful existence in the white mist, he had no resistance at all, and stood in place stupidly, watching the person under the moon dancing alone, alone, lonely, and alone, and he forgot where he was.

Da Hei had already fallen down. When his old man casts a spell, he must be stubborn and stubborn, and he can't offend his old man for this plain purpose. If you really punish it, it's okay to leave. I'm afraid I'm going to get countless whips. It's better to lie down early and pretend to be dead. Although these words are incomprehensible. But the meaning of the powerful existence in the white mist, Da Hei knew it. Step away. Take care of yourself.

Bu Li stood in place, his clothes were blown by the cold wind in the bitter cold land of the far north, fluttering slightly, and the cold on his body couldn't catch up with the coldness in his heart at all. Is that so? What did I say at the beginning? I said...... But later, it completely changed. This is the bizarre fate, this is the joys and sorrows of the world?!

But what is it all for? Is this fate?

The whole person fell into a state of confusion, and he watched in a trance as the powerful existence in the white mist incarnated as Zhang Xitong, dancing in the city. Dance again and captivate the country. Miao Man's slender posture, like crying, poured out the thoughts and attachments in his heart, and poured out the sorrow accumulated over countless years.

Lovesickness, like autumn water, overflows at the bottom of the step.

The powerful existence in the white mist looked at Bu Li's trance-like expression, and his heart was a little unbearable. The cause and effect of the previous life and the fate of this life are intertwined, but it is difficult to leave this kid. Doing this can be regarded as a friendship in the previous life. From now on, all decisions are made by Bu Li, let this kid choose according to his heart.

No longer bewildered, the powerful existence in the white mist elbowed Shanyi's abdomen, and the huge desolate beast's whole body trembled. The strength penetrated through the outer layer of the outer layer of the good wing, which was as hard as steel and iron, and Wang Zhi faintly saw a fist force coming out of his body, straight into the sky.

So far. The formidable existence in the white mist reverted back to its original form, and the demagogic power that shrouded the surrounding was put away. Zen Wing's huge body was smashed to the ground. The earth seemed to be shaken and trembling by the powerful presence in the white mist. Trembling, Bu Li and Wang Zhi woke up at the same time in the demagogic power, and were shocked by the scene in front of them.

"I don't like it when you do that. Bu Li's face was pale, looking at the strong existence in the white mist that stood proudly in the wind like a plum in the cold winter on his mountain-like body, and said coldly and hardly, his words were like a stone that had been blown through the cold wind by the cold wind of the bitter cold land in the extreme north, but it was still stubborn.

Even in the face of the formidable existence in the white mist, Bu Li was still unhappy and said it directly.

"I know. The powerful being in the white mist didn't care about the tone of Bu Li's speech, but just said lightly.

"Zhilu Dao, you still want to do it?!" Bu Li's tone was extremely stiff, and there was no change in the kindness of the powerful presence in the white mist. Da Hei felt the unkindness in Bu Li's tone, and although the powerful words of existence in the white mist were flat, they made Da Hei's heart tremble even more.

The powerful existence in the white mist smiled loudly, looked back at Bu Li, although his face was kind, Da Hei felt that the two eyes of the existence swept over his body like two sharp blades, and finally fell on Bu Li's body. Da Hei lay on the ground, honestly not daring to move. In my heart, I was thinking that if Buli and his uncle really fought, don't hurt yourself.

"Yo, do you still know that you are angry?" said the formidable being in the white mist.

"I'm not angry, I just don't like you to bewitch me. "Step off the road.

"You're strong-minded, and it's the same with or without me. If your mind is not firm, even if you don't do anything without me, the vicissitudes of time, how many things you have to experience in the process of crawling and rolling will have changed long ago. The powerful presence in the white mist was condescending, looking at the steps, and the words gradually drifted away, like the wind in the bitter cold land of the extreme north. Speaking of the most lush, there were endless vicissitudes in the words, mixed with the cold wind, as if the eternal cold wind blew the boundless and lonely vicissitudes of life, blowing in front of Bu Li.

Bu Li said: "Whether I should change or not is my business." But whether or not I will be changed by your illusion is your business. ”

"You don't have a strong mind, and you still complain about me?" the formidable being in the white mist sneered.

"I don't know why you always want me to take the path you think is right, but I'm sure that although I may not be able to make the right choice, I will not regret the choice I made. Bu Li said seriously.

The powerful being in the white mist sighed softly, looked at Bu Li with pity in his eyes, and said after a while: "Do you know what kind of price Lu Dao has to pay if he wants to fight against fate?"

"I don't know what to do, but no matter what the cost. I want to give it a try. Bu Li said firmly.

"Good!" the formidable being in the white mist said this time simply and neatly, and spat out a word. Without hesitation. Buli looked at his cheap uncle standing on Shanyi's body in surprise and standing proudly in the wind. I wondered what his old man's mental journey was like, how could he directly agree to himself?

"Don't guess. The powerful being in the white mist said indifferently, "I just suddenly figured out one thing, in your life, no matter what happens, even if you have to challenge fate, there is nothing strange about it. Since you have chosen a more difficult path, I have no reason to stop you from walking together. Let's see together, this is your experience, and it's mine. If you don't run away, why should my old man run away?

Belch...... Buli suddenly found that he really didn't know what to say. The original belly of the fortress was wiped out by the powerful existence in the white mist, and a feeling called trust arose.

This feeling came extremely abruptly, completely reversing Bu Li's mood, and Bu Li was stunned in place, not knowing what to do. I can't face each other and don't speak, but I really don't know what to say. Or what to do.

"Stupid? Such a big desolate beast is here, waiting for you to be a tattooed beast, what are you doing there stupidly?" The powerful existence in the white mist stepped on the good wings under his feet, and only then did he realize that he had forgotten something. When did your cheap uncle subdue Shanyi? Don't beat and scold like a mirage dragon? Don't intimidate and threaten like a foggy pine snow wolf? That's it?

"Is that okay?" asked Bu Li, a little confused. In the impression of stepping away. There seems to be a text in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that describes good wings, good at flying, so it is called good wings. As for the rumors of nine heads. Some are recorded, some are not. Now stepping away from Zhilu Dao, it is caused by the problem of the maturity of the good wing.

"What else do you want to do? The formidable presence in the white haze smiled. made a joke without meat or vegetarianism, and the embarrassing atmosphere just now was swept away.

Bu Li smiled, and suddenly remembered that Wang Zhi was still by his side. Do you want to use the means of the sharp knife in front of Wang Zhi?

Tilting his head at Wang Zhi, he hesitated a little. The powerful existence in the white mist saw the look of Bu Li, and said in his heart: "This kid is very much with my appetite, and when he sees it, he will see it, and he knows what to say and what not to say." ”

Wang Zhi saw Buli looking at himself, and heard Buli's elders talking about himself, and after thinking about it for a while, he knew what the two of them were going to do, and bowed down to the powerful existence in the white mist and said, "If there is anything inconvenient, it's okay if the juniors don't look at it." ”

"You have been beaten down by a single order, but the foundation has been laid stronger. The powerful existence in the white mist looked at Wang Zhi and said, "There are benefits to taking a look, as for what benefits you can get, it depends on your own chance." ”

After speaking, the powerful existence in the white mist picked up the stairs from Shanyi's body, walked to Buli's side, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and the words "years" on the sharp knife suddenly lit up. The cold wind in the bitter cold land of the extreme north stopped suddenly, as if the invisible but ubiquitous river of time was cut off by the powerful presence in the white mist.

"What do you feel?" The powerful existence in the white mist held a sharp knife in his hand, standing in front of Bu Li, his whole body exuding another gentle aura, as if he had not yet transformed from the change that had just changed into Zhang Xitong. Bu was slightly puzzled, but he did not suspect that the powerful existence in the white mist had not accepted the spell, and continued to bewitch himself.

Feeling the breath of the powerful existence in the white mist, it seemed to be one with the sharp knife, and the feeling of the passage of time on the sharp knife was already very faint, very light, faint like a fragrance wafting around the strong existence in the white mist.

"The smell is very familiar, like the flowers on the mountain in my house in the past...... Lilacs?" Bu Li suddenly found out what this smell was from his long memory. Lilacs, delicate with a melancholy taste, seem to bring Buli to memories. It should be this smell, the smell of cloves.

"Yes, Lilac. The color, fragrance, sound and taste touch the law, all of which are the avenues leading to heaven. The misty pine snow wolf has not yet been fully comprehended by you, and there is a sixth carved beast. So be cautious this time. The formidable being in the white mist fiddled with the sharp knife in his hand, and the pig-killing knife in his mouth flowed with light lines. It's like the smell of lilacs, which is extremely rich, and it seems to be abstract.

The sharp knife moved slightly. The bitter cold land of the extreme north seems to be quantified as smoke and rain south of the Yangtze River with the force of twisting space on the sharp knife, foggy, misty, and a layer of smoke and rain drifting down. If you close your eyes, you will feel like you are back on the shores of West Lake and strolling through the rainy season.

Bu Li didn't move, carefully comprehending everything that the powerful being in the white mist said. It's a growing experience, it's a process of growth. Bu Lizhi Dao must have something to do with the dispute between himself and him just now. But there was no time to feel what it was, and the sharp knife had already fallen on his body.

In the misty rain and mist, there seems to be a mournful, and in the mournful rain, the powerful presence in the white mist is fused in the rain and mist, eliminating his color, dispersing his fragrance, dissipating even his breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy.

Color, fragrance, sound and taste touch the law, all leading to the sky. The formidable presence in the white mist was shown to Bu Li. It's just a way or method, the middle step needs to be comprehended, and there are many places to draw inferences, and this kind of law between heaven and earth is difficult to say even if it is exhaustive in his life. The formidable presence in the white mist was only on display. How much he could learn from Bu Li, he didn't seem to think much about it at all.

Sometimes, the comprehension of magic is mostly a matter of chance. To what extent you can realize it depends on each person's fate.

It's not done overnight. The sharp knife in the white mist, the powerful existence in the hand like a rafter swinging like a large pen, not a few strokes. Shanyi jumped on Bu Li's body, and his form was realistic, as if he had come to life.

Wang Zhi admired the five-body throw to the ground, in the Wufang City, there is no white Ding in Baoding tea. All kinds of ink artists have seen a lot of people, although Wang Zhi is not very good at calligraphy and painting, but he still has a vision. The formidable existence in the white mist is as simple as a few strokes, as if the soul of the good wing is about to be traced, and it falls on Bu Li's body, vividly.

It is definitely the master's handwriting, and ordinary painters do not have such vivid pen power and background. The elders who left home had unfathomable techniques, and they were still a master of carving. You must know that in Wufang City, the carver is extremely rare. Wang Zhi knows several masters of engraving, and he can still say something. Originally, Wang Zhi wanted to stop the powerful existence in the white mist, and the soul of Shanyi was not taken, and the carved beast layer engraved on Bu Li's body was weakened again, and the increase in Bu Li's immediate combat power was not large, and it would take a long time to cultivate.

But before Wang Zhi could say anything, the powerful existence in the white mist had already begun to carve it. A stroke of the pen, a little bit of copying, simple and casual without the spirit of a craftsman, swaying freely, natural. And the huge desolate beast, one of the twelve ancient fierce beasts called Good Wing, gradually shrank, and changed with the change of the aura around the powerful existence in the white mist. Shrinking and fading, until the powerful presence in the white mist outlined the appearance of Shanyi on Buli's legs, Shanyi had turned into a faint shadow and landed on Buli's body.

What kind of method of engraving is this? No matter which master Wang Zhi knows, there is no such skill. As Shanyi's shadow fell on Bu Li's body, a pale and reckless force was suddenly released. The heavens and the earth are yellow, and the things are firm. Just by carving, people can feel the vast breath between heaven and earth, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

"How much do you understand?" asked Wang Zhidao, the formidable being in the white mist.

"Your Excellency, I can see such a miracle, this life is full of comfort. Wang Zhigong said respectfully.

"It's not bad to listen to the little song you sang that night, and it's also a fate, so you don't have to be so polite. The powerful being in the white mist smiled, "Leave me some of the Beidi Shengpu who have done well, there are still some things, I and Buli will go first." ”

"Okay, Your Excellency is gracious. It is my blessing that the Northland Shengpu can enter the eyes of Your Excellency. Wang Zhi's expression moved slightly, listening to the powerful existence in the white mist to go first with Bu Li, after thinking about it, he still didn't ask them what they were going to do, but just said respectfully.

The powerful being in the white mist said: "Don't be so polite, go ahead, and see you again when Wufang City is fateful." ”

After speaking, the powerful existence in the white mist patted the top of the big black head next to him, and said with a smile: "Let's go." ”

Buli put on his clothes and didn't ask anything, just walked westward with the formidable presence in the white mist. Wang Zhi watched his back gradually fade away, thinking back to the kid who left this Xishan remnant clan at the beginning, and his heart was full of feelings. Acquaintance is fate, but this fate feels a little inexplicable.

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"Uncle, where are you going?" asked Bu Li only after walking far. The cold wind in the bitter cold land of the extreme north is howling, and the strong existence in the white mist is not aware of anything, after stepping away from the pattern of the foggy pine snow wolf, he does not feel bitter cold, but Da Hei feels more and more difficult, silently bearing the torment of the cold wind. With his old man here, Da Hei didn't dare to say anything, just followed behind him and walked silently. (To be continued......)