The river is still going on, the battle of Biluo Pavilion abolished a Liu Jiufu of the Nine Realms Innocent Mirror, and disabled Chen Yanbo, the god of the Ten Realms and Three Rivers, and no one stopped him in the next section.

The river is smooth, and there is no obstacle all the way.

Spring goes to autumn, hot summer and cold winter, and another year.

It has been more than three years.

Nangong Yaochi has become a twenty-eight-year-old girl, and the name of the female crown in the world has reappeared, if there is no accident, the next ten-color list in the world can reach the top.

Shi Yan, who has been sucking water all the way, is now a teenager, walking through that dragon gate, the youngest and most beautiful uncle and ancestor of Xiaoyaoguan, the dragon girl Shi Yan of the dragon nobles of the true dragon descendant, can come back.

The same full of all the way over the river crocodile Yangzi, the bottleneck of the infant began to loosen, carrying the real dragon into a human form, helping the dragon to make great achievements, and ranking among the three realms, just around the corner.

It's just that he reined in the habits of the rivers and lakes, and stayed with Shirakawa Shi Yiyi, where did he dare to show his ruffianism, and he was very impressed by the lessons of Biluo Pavilion, in the eyes of these immortal masters, he was still a wanton killer after all.

Monk Huihong still followed the group, never abandoned, reciting the mantra for the vain death and life, which was a process of asking the heart of the world, but he also looked at Bai Chuan differently.

After Biluo Pavilion, he said sincerely: "The poor monk is the ordinary sentient beings of the Caiyi Country, and he has thanked the White Sword Immortal for giving rain with a sword, so that the living beings will no longer cross the mountains and mountains, and the people will no longer dry up and die." ”

Bai Chuan just smiled, "Caiyi Country no longer carries stone frogs on the mountain road, and there is no Caixia around the sky, maybe some people just think, this Bai Chuan, I don't understand the customs." Monk, there are many twists and turns in human affairs, and your Buddha has not cultivated deep enough. ”

Huihong smiled lightly.

This line of people can be caught with fists, swords can be played, and occasionally idle to ask for life and death.

Only go with freedom, and only be a madman is not a hero.

But there is a lot of pride in my heart.

The placket can not be sunset, the afterglow can also lead the horse, drunk in the wind, thirsty for tea, find a restaurant in the ordinary alley, weigh some old things to offset the price of wine.

This journey can not be described as flashy in life.

If you want to say that the behavior of the gods is not as prosperous as the world.

In the south of the Yangtze River to fold the flowers, to the spring breeze in the red wax, in the north of the river to wash the sword, to the west wind and yellow sand, the world is difficult to meet, Xie Qingshan urged white hair, sleeping stars, pillow frost flowers, the thatch is also more than the gods collapsed.

Sitting and practicing meditation, how can there be a way to the sea and walk so chicly.

In a water pavilion, Bai Chuan and the others stopped their pace, took out the Xianjia wine brew from the nearby things, and for some reason Yaxing made a big deal, saying that they wanted to get drunk tonight.

After three years of travel, regardless of the vicissitudes of the world, Shirakawa rarely has such an open-minded mood.

Don't think about Confucianism, don't think about the world, accompany your sweetheart to the end of the world, practice swords, isn't it just for the freedom and chic in front of you!

The forces of all parties have fallen into a calm for the time being, the Legalists and Confucians on the side of the Dali Dynasty are still causing some friction in small pieces, and the secret foreshadowing of the Holy Gate is still surging undercurrent, but after all, there is no big trouble.

Everything is waiting for the day of the great debate of the three sects of Huxi, it will not be a few years!

It's a pity that the last one of the four immortal swords of the ancients has been gone for three years, and there is no news at all, where is it?

When night falls, the sky and the earth light up with stars.

The scenery of the water pavilion here is excellent, taking advantage of the bright moon tonight, the literati began to sing about the wine, and the ordinary people also put down their hard work, men and women, eyebrows and eyes, put a few pots of lotus flowers on the Cangjiang River, to convey the affection between each other.

Monk Huihong, leaning on the railing, suddenly remembered some of the past.

Bai Chuan chuckled beside him: "On the four sides of the Ten Thousand Lights City, the galaxy is in the middle of the water. There will be one of thousands of lights, which will be lit for you. Monk, don't be sad. ”

Huihong lowered his head and smiled, "The sword of the Great Sword Immortal also has the effect of perceiving people's hearts. ”

Bai Chuan pointed to the Yangtze who was swimming on the Cangjiang River, "Relatives, care, one is enough." ”

Huihong nodded, "That's the reason." ”

Bai Chuan said with a smile: "Cut off Gui Posa, humanity is, there is more clear light, this night is the most reunited, and there are millions of lights." ”

Leave Huihong alone to remember his life experience.

Nangong Yaochi and Bai Chuan walked for three years, and while the moonlight was shining, they also remembered the past.

Unconsciously approached Shirakawa, a thousand words, difficult to complain.

Bai Chuan only felt that the beauty had not yet reached the fragrance, and the heart had been moved before the person got up, and it was difficult to give up the love of the three worlds.

But without waiting for Bai Chuan to speak, Nangong Yaochi asked softly, "Bai Chuan, what do you say we will do in the future?"

Bai Chuan thought for a long time before he spoke: "You and I are in the twilight years, sitting in the courtyard, the clouds are rolling and listening to the sound of the rain, the stars are dense and the stars are rare to appreciate the moon shadow, the flowers bloom and fall to remember the south of the Yangtze River, when you talk about the past, I paint the past, I hope that there are years to look back, and with deep affection for the white head." ”

Nangong Yaochi, the girl Sichun, was suddenly dizzy, immersed in reverie for the future, but she shook her head for a moment, and said with a smile: "What about deceiving people, will the gods be old?" But there are still so many things, how to let go." ”

Bai Chuan smiled: "I said yes, it's okay." ”

Nangong Yaochi squirmed for a while, "That courtyard, I'm afraid there will be more than you and me in the future." ”

Bai Chuan laughed dumbly, Nangong Yaochi crashed into this love network, this is the red line personally given by the old man Chai Daohuang under the moon, there is no reason at all.

I don't know what to do, and I am in love.

But the world is emotional, but in the middle of summer, the white porcelain plum soup, the broken ice hits the wall.

Whether it was in the previous life or in this life, he Shirakawa always fell deeper and deeper into such a woman who was afraid of disturbing the world.

That period of thought buried deep in the memory is rarely remembered again, but tonight, under the moonlight, the beauty is moved and recalled again.

"The first time I saw you was a glimpse, and Nanke's dream was you. Waiting is the mountain and the water, the heartbeat is you, the encounter is the willow and the flowers, the first awakening is you, the reunion is unexpected, and it is you who are not harmed. ”

"Jiang Shangyue is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of him is his sweetheart. ”

"If you can avoid the violent joy, naturally there will be no sorrow, you come with the wind and rain, I have nowhere to avoid, you leave the four seasons of chaos, I have been sick for a long time. ”

Bai Chuan stretched out his hand and took Nangong Yaochi's little hand, the female crown in the world, her face was red like a tide, and she was emotional.

The man in front of him, in his previous life, experienced what kind of inseparable love entanglement, can make a person feel trapped for 20 years.

Some fates are cut endlessly, life after life, after this life, and the next life.

Bai Chuan raised his head and sighed, "There are three loves in the floating world, one is the sun, the second is the moon, and the third is the qing." The sun is the morning, the moon is the twilight, and the Qing is the morning and twilight!"

Two figures leaned on the railing to look at the moon, and then there was the Cangjiang River, a girl sitting on the top of the head of the crocodile in the river, also thinking about it.

But only Shi Yiyi frowned and said: "A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost!"

The sound is not loud, but it is clear.

The white flawless who closed his eyes and folded his sleeves smiled slightly.

Yangzi thumped his chest, he was already a big sword immortal, should this mouth be so sweet, you let me turn over the great sage of the river, how to mix the rivers and lakes in the future.

Monk Huihong, raise his eyes.

The lights of ten thousand homes, which one is lit for him.

When I was young, I saw the girl who knew that he was Huihong, and now he has lost three thousand troubles.

There are 80,000 words in the world, and only love words are the most murderous!