I don't dare to go deep, I'm afraid of a big dream.

She once smiled and said that if love is not deep, how can it be called love? If it is a dream, she would rather never wake up.

As for the second half of the sentence, she only smiled and shook her head, refusing to say more.

Yesterday, the autumn was still there, and now the song is over. The cold wind on the lake passed through the grass and rustled the green leaves of the partridge in front of the door, as if she were still there.

Chang Xi buried Ying Zhiyu in a flower valley in the space of the medicine garden, with a tombstone, and clusters of verdant rhizomes hanging with flower bones were transplanted in the flower field next to the tomb.

He had already stopped his tears, and looked at this flower bone that would soon usher in the blooming season, and his vision blurred again unconsciously.

He still didn't know the names of the flowers she loved.

Chang Xi sorted out her relics, and when he got the integrated Yin Yang Fish Talisman, his hand trembled imperceptibly and gently placed it in front of the grave.

Xiao Yao, who was following him, had already cried into tears.

He sat next to the tombstone, took out the piece of pottery and put it to his mouth, his tears wet the Xun piece, blowing gently, and the Xun whimpered, which was deeply moving, making the listener cry.

Xiao Yao couldn't wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and in a trance, she seemed to see the hazy figure of Sister Zhiyu floating down from the sky, gently holding Chang Xi in her arms.

The paradise that lost the spiritual support of the hostess was on the verge of collapse, and the cave was leaving, until the white mist in front of the ghost gate dissipated at the end, Chang Xi's figure walked out of it, watching the white mist disappear forever, Chang Xi stood there for a long time.

When everyone in the cave knew the news of the woman's death, they were not impatient, and nearly 2,000 people stood motionless in front of the ghost gate in silence.

After a long time, Chang Xi turned to face the small valley where the battleship had docked before, soaring straight into the sky like thunder, and said sharply: "Go back to Luoyu Mountain!"

The battleship set sail and headed straight for Luo Yu City, and after several days of heavy travel, it docked outside Luo Yu City according to the custom, and the whole army of the Dong Yu Department entered the city on foot.

Chang Xi, who was walking in the front, saw the figure of the monk who made him disgusted now from the crowd that greeted him, and immediately stopped, and the entire cave also stopped on the street in unison with the stop of the black robe.

Chang Xi strode towards the crowd on the street with an extremely indifferent face, his hands folded and spread out violently, the viscous qi surging like a tide, and the crowd on both sides of the coarsely clothed young monk on the street was suddenly forcibly separated by the invisible brutal force, and the evil qi lines on his cheeks were even more serious with each step.

The young monk folded his hands together with Amitabha Buddha, squinted his eyes and said loudly, "Congratulations on retrieving the second opportunity I gave you. ”

"You shouldn't use her as a pawn!"

The young monk responded with a fist of rage.

The young monk's eyes opened suddenly, and he met his fist with one palm, and the explosive fist that was a few points stronger than Tianwei exploded, and the buildings in a radius were shattered into powder, and the people in the entire wide street were instantly caught in the hurricane and could not extricate themselves.

The guards of the city who came to inquire were struggling to advance in the furious hurricane, and they thought that it was a guy who didn't know whether they knew life or death would dare to openly disobey the iron law, but when they got there, they found that the thug who was murdering in the street was actually the palace master of the Yin Heavenly Palace, who was given the title by the Ghost Emperor. Facing such a heroic figure who has just won a victory, they can't help but be a little overwhelmed for a while.

"Absolutely Yin Tiangong does business, idle people and others disperse!" Lin Changfeng and the others obviously recognized who the monk was, but no matter what kind of favor the monk had had for the adult, they were all very firm on the side of the adult.

The glass-colored young monk with his palm hazy frowned and said, "Ying Zhiyu's fate is destined to be like this, and the magical power of Yue Xing in Ying's bloodline is a necessary means for you to return to the world. Ying Zhiyu should have also told you about her wishes, you obtained the Yue Xing technique first, and helped her realize her wishes later, which perfectly fits the heavenly principle of cause and effect reincarnation. You don't deserve to die, don't be blinded by the love between men and women who don't matter. ”

Chang Xi's eyes only surged with a dazzling golden light full of murderous taste in an instant, and countless fine gold scales were born on the fist clenched by the young monk's five fingers, and the qi exploded like an oil pot, breaking free from the monk's cage-like glazed five fingers, a hideous dragon claw pressed down again, and the young monk with a solemn face was finally forced to use his palms, and his simple clothes crackled, revealing a golden and fiery robe.

The real person who does not show his face is forced out of his original form by Chang Xi's claws.

The golden eyes were fierce and vertical pupils that had never been seen before, and Chang Xi, who was furious, broke the bottleneck of cultivation in one fell swoop, and came directly to the late stage of the Transformation God Realm, he said word by word: "How is the way of heaven when you open and close your mouth, have you ever had your own way?"

"Such a kind woman who cares about the fate of the two races, you are also ruthless enough to take advantage of it? In vain, you have been cultivating in front of the Buddha for countless years, and you are not worthy of calling her name!"

The man who was really like Shura raised his head to the sky and roared with a mighty dragon roar, and with one claw repelled the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who was feared like a god by countless beings in the Yellow Spring Realm, all the people who witnessed this scene had a ridiculous feeling that the sky had fallen.

The domineering power of the bloodline of the dragon king is undoubtedly demonstrated.

"It's not that you can't die, if it weren't for your kindness to me in the past, today I really want to see if your Buddhist magic is more domineering, or if my dragon clan is more powerful. Chang Xi, who was angry at the crown, suddenly thought of something, and sneered: "Don't you think that the entire Huangquan Realm should be in your calculations?

Chang Xi, who was half human and half dragon, suddenly turned hideous and terrifying, only to see that all the limbs and bones of his body burst into a golden blood mist, and the sound of many Zhou Tian's acupoints was as muffled as thunder splitting wood, and his face was as miserable as gold paper, spurting out a mouthful of glass-colored blood.

He actually abolished the magic power of the Ming King's glazed body on his own!

Self-abolition is a kind of inferior means with many drawbacks and even endless troubles, and ordinary monks will only make this decision out of survival and self-preservation in desperate situations, otherwise they will definitely not do such a stupid thing with all kinds of harm and no benefit.

It can be seen that Chang Xi is already angry in his heart at this moment, to the point that he can't figure it out with common sense.

The Bodhisattva of the Earth Treasure King, who was forced back by the golden dragon claws, looked at Chang Xi in disbelief, for many years, he had even forgotten what it was like to be surprised and angry, and then he saw that the half-human, half-dragon like Shura-like man opened his mouth and spit out a colorful relic in the palm of his hand, and he was even more heartbroken.

Why is he willing to give it up?!

Chang Xi's five fingers suddenly clenched, and he held the treasure in his palm, which was regarded as the essence of Dao power condensed by the people in Buddhism, into a pile of powder, and raised his hand to let the wind blow away.

Chang Xi, who could no longer maintain his half-dragon form, half-knelt on the ground, letting the golden tears and golden blood at the corners of his eyes and mouth trickle down, but his miserable face smiled as if he was relieved, and pointed to the sky and said: "The Buddha is a false name, and the Tao is also vain! From today on, I don't need the Tao arranged for me by anyone else! I will give you all the opportunities you gave me back then! My own destiny does not need to be pointed at by others!"

Suddenly dark clouds covered the city, pouring heavy rain, and the consciousness of the black-robed man who was hoarse fell into a coma, kneeling on one knee in the rain, his body refused to fall like a stele, and the golden blood and tears scattered with the rain like a spider web.

Chang Xi, who had passed out, was sent to Luo Yu Mountain by his anxious subordinates all the time, leaving the Bodhisattva of the Dizo King, who had lost his soul for the first time in thousands of years, standing in the wind and rain.

The Bodhisattva, who could be described as a wrong step, had a bitter face, closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly remembered that the woman surnamed Ying, who had a unique appearance, had said a word to him.

The hexagram does not dare to be exhausted, because the world is impermanent.