"Is it mine?" the little beggar looked at the crystal soft sword in his hand and muttered softly, a little surprised, but he didn't have the joy he had imagined at first.

A pheasant is full of blood, and how much blood has been drunk deeply.

The last fire of Sunset Mountain, the glow of the sky attached to the sword, dyed a cloud red, a little darker than Danxia. The dying sword of Dengxiantai stabbed out the silence in the little beggar's heart, and hung up the sky with white silk for a blurry scene. The countless swings of the sword in his consciousness cut through the only poor concern before he could be regarded as getting out of the way.

Lao Yuhua stood aside and looked at the little beggar quietly, from the sunset, he understood that many things were in the heart of the little beggar, although he didn't ask, but he always needed time to think.

Pheasant Gui has no sword spirit, and he always calls Hua to say that the sword spirit of killing cannot be carried in this world, so the avenue strangled the birth of those sword spirits. If there really is a sword spirit that the Lord kills, then perhaps the real master is no longer the one who wields the sword. Therefore, the sword of killing can only be used as a tool, and it will never enter the eyes of the Great Dao.

"The remaining one hundred and eight stones still have to be beaten. ”

"Hmm. The little beggar nodded, but remained silent.

The old man and the young man have been in the City God Temple for several days, and the little beggar has long been tired and recuperated, but the old flower does not move, just looks at the stone statue in silence every day, leaving time for the little beggar to think.

......

The last one hundred and eight stones waited for a long time before finally arriving with the sentence "just look good" in the corner of the little beggar's bright eyes.

Pheasant Gui is indeed good-looking, but the problem that the villain has been thinking about for many days is not this. His mind is entangled for a long time, he can't grind it thoroughly, and he blames his head, so he doesn't think about it, the only thing he needs to understand is that he always calls Hua is the closest person to him, so it's good.

In the twists and turns, if you don't understand or don't understand, then don't understand, this is the little beggar's good-looking.

The old flower heard the words, and there was a lewd and trivial look in his eyes, the same good-looking taste.

But this is good-looking, Lao Hua didn't say a word, and the stone that had been hidden in his hand for many days rolled up with a fierce momentum towards the little beggar, which really made him feel that it was all calculated by Lao Yuhua, but he was happy in his heart.

"Why are there only eighteen?" said the little beggar, looking at the various stone cubs in his hand.

"There are one hundred and eight variations in eighteen pieces. ”

As he spoke, he didn't wait for the villain in front of him to reply, and as soon as he held it in his hand, he flew out with eighteen stones.

The stone that had been released seemed to be in a hurry, floating in the air.

That's right, gone with the wind!

When the little beggar saw the stones flying out of Lao Zhaohua's hand, he immediately reacted. I didn't say in advance that this stone was made with the skills of immortals!

Thinking about it, I was immediately dissatisfied, but the stone was already slowly approaching.

The eighteen stones are of different sizes and shapes, some are sharp like fine needles, some are smooth and smooth like rolling balls, there are edges and corners are distinct geometry, and some are curved and coiled around the body in all directions.

The stones pounced, the rows flashed in front of them, and eighteen strange shapes were transformed into a strange state of one hundred and eight, with the same number of trajectory changes, and they couldn't figure it out.

The little beggar looked at the stones in front of him, his eyes widened for a while, he picked up the pheasant in his hand, and was about to twist it with a touch of moonlight, and exploded with silver light.

But the silver light exploded, but it didn't hurt the good skills of the one hundred and eight, and they were scattered, but they were not crushed.

The sword failed, and the little beggar suddenly turned to a flying stone and stabbed it with a sharp sword. The stone was suddenly annihilated, turning into a little fluorescent and falling, but the number of stones around it was not less than one.

The little beggar looked at the scene in front of him and furrowed his brows deeply.

Fake?

The stones shrank and disappeared in the moonlight. The pheasant suddenly picked up and stabbed at the stones that flew with the cry, but it was undoubtedly all illusory.

With his eyes condensed, the little beggar looked carefully at the one hundred and eight stones, but he couldn't see the slightest unreal feeling, and how to pick out the most important eighteen true voices?

Facing the flying stone again, he didn't move, just looked at the trajectory of the stone deeply, until the first stone hit his body, and then his eyes suddenly widened, but it was not because he understood, but the stone hurt a lot more than usual!

The thin edge of the stone was cut, and the skin was broken, but the first one, although he raised his hand in time to block a lot, but it was all a phantom, but the body that fell on the body became a real stone.

The little beggar can't figure it out, it's too evil! One didn't hit it, but all of them were hit?

I can't figure it out when my brain is scratched, so I can only make my eyes sharper and sharper when I stare at the stone. But the stone cub doesn't care if he is sharp or not, and he can't fall into it, and Pheasant Gui has wrenched a series of hard work, but Huhaha has wasted most of his efforts.

The little beggar stared and wondered, but the one hundred and eight stones were played, no longer one by one, they all brought their families with their mouths, and the old and young went into battle together. The little beggar was shocked, and it was not pleasing to explode with the light in his hand, and the stones flew all over the sky.

One can't, no more, three can't, a stubbornness in the stomach is about to come out, with the sword more and more fierce, but you can't touch a real stone, but every time you want to rest, the real stone jumps out to fight, hating people's teeth.

"Old flower, you yin me!" The little beggar screamed in pain, and then a tragic howl exploded violently in the courtyard, and the yellow dog on the side barked at him, and his eyes were as conscienceless as the old screaming flower.

He was happy that a hundred and eight stones flew in, even though it couldn't be all true, and he was going to take his body to pick it up as soon as he was crossed, but who knew that the one hundred and eight stones were all good guys who could fight!

Little Stone, little called Flower, are all called brothers who are close to each other, but this time they are really ruthless, but they have to do the meticulous work of killing relatives in righteousness. The embarrassed figure beat out all the grievances in his belly, and cut all his clothes, obviously greedy for his little beggar body!

At this time, the little beggar kept panting in his mouth, staring at the stone that had finally come to a standstill, for fear that it would turn again.

But as soon as he thought about it, the youngest naughty cub in the hundred singles suddenly trembled, stretched the little beggar's pupils violently, pulled out his legs and ran.

If you don't pick it up, you can't find eighteen big heads, and the top one is beaten, and you don't need to clean it up!

Suddenly sprang away, and the sound of a stone breaking the wind behind him disappeared immediately, and the little beggar suddenly looked back again, where could he still see what one hundred and eight skills, there was only a small area, there were eighteen small stones in one direction.

He suddenly understood, and looked at the old flower with hatred.

"You're fooling!"

"Is the eighteen that you said good?" said sarcastically.

The little beggar was suddenly asked and couldn't answer, there are indeed a lot.

"Is there a shortage of good changes in one hundred and eight?" always called Hua not enough to add one sentence, but the villain ignored it, snorted and raised his head.

"After hitting the stones for a long time, I forgot about the initial hiding. Lao Yuhua didn't look at the little beggar, and a faint voice floated again, "Only when you jump out, will you find that the original one you are in is not a puzzle, but very simple." ”

Lao Hua said and walked back to the temple slowly, leaving the little beggar alone in the moonlight, with a silver light in his eyes, heavy.

Some things that seem complicated are actually very simple. Those things that seem to have been forgotten have always been in their bones, but they have been briefly blinded by the situation in front of them again and again.

Of the one hundred and eight variations, there are only eighteen stones, and the remaining ninety derived from themselves are all derived from themselves. The little beggar knew that the old man was talking about more than just hitting the stones.

After coming back from Dengxiantai, the little beggar's heart has not dared to calm down, although the sharp sword and the thousands of swords in his consciousness are not thought about, but they are always there.

However, it was always wanted.

The anxiety that had been born in his heart for a long time faded, and the clear moonlight in the little beggar's eyes lit up.

It's simple......