The green mountains are like daisies in the distance, and they are continuous.

The surging white waves of the river are rolling, reflecting the bright river and moon in the sky.

Jiuluo looked around, only to find himself standing in an octagonal pavilion. And this pavilion stood suddenly and lonely in the middle of the river. Just like a lonely boat floating in the white waves.

"Where is this?" Jiu Luo looked at Mo Chen. The river breeze swept through his forehead, and the hairband hanging behind his head and the wide corners of his robe rose with the wind, making him stand by the river and float out of the dust, and his fairy posture was picturesque.

Mo Chen looked at her and pointed to the canyon not far away, and Jiuluo Dingqing saw a surging feeling in his heart.

In front of her left, a large mountain was gradually hollowed out and pierced to form an arch bridge under the erosion of the river day and night.

The river flows under this arched bridge.

She sighed sincerely: "I didn't expect that this river water is more powerful than the melon seeds of the black bear spirit, so I took out my heart." ”

Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with relief.

She is such a character, of course, she can't say poetic words.

He sat on the stone bench in the middle of the pavilion, motioned for Jiuluo to sit down as well, and asked Youyou: "Under the erosion of time, the entire mountain has been wantonly carved by the river, do you think it is the river or the mountain that is powerful?"

Facing the wind, Jiuluo did not sit down, but stood by the pavilion: "Of course, the comparison for a while is that the mountain is powerful, and the river is blocked when it goes to the river." In the long run, it is the river that is powerful, and the arch bridge over there is not an example. ”

Mo Chen nodded: "Therefore, you must also be like this river, broad-minded, informal, strong when you are strong, and weak when you are weak." Strong doesn't have to be really strong, and weak doesn't have to be really weak. ”

He stared at Jiuluo's back, hoping she understood what he meant.

Jiuluo repeated his words twice in his heart, as if he had an understanding. Suddenly turned around: "Fire and water are connected, isn't it?"

She spun so fast that she was caught off guard, and Mo Chen's gaze that he didn't have time to retract crashed into her eyes that were as smart as water.

There was a happy light in those eyes, and the river behind her was rolling away, only the happiness in her eyes could not be taken away.

Mochen was pleased.

"You're smart. ”

Jiuluo was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "Isn't Your Excellency praising me?"

Mo Chen snorted coldly: "Think beautifully!"

Jiuluo turned around and laughed, and several river fish jumped out of the river, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

She's never been stupid, but some things are untaught like she's blindfolded. Like a traveler in a fog, his eyes have lost their effect, and only when a gust of wind clears and the fog clears that those eyes can see the road ahead.

After laughing, Jiuluo closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra, and the Mahayana Prajna ran smoothly in his body. She meditated on Mo Chen's words, and the dim corner of her heart suddenly split into a dazzling light. Everything became clear and straightforward.

Mo Chen looked at the woman who was only two steps away, her body was thin, her back was straight, and she looked weak under the wide robe, but she was as strong as iron.

With a dragon groan, a fire dragon flew out of the air on the back of Jiuluo, forming a dazzling light on the darker and darker river surface, under the dusk moonlight, the fire dragon was magnificent, clinging to the river surface and churning, attracting the river fish to jump into the river to check, but at the moment of coming out of the water, they were forced by the momentum of a giant dragon, and they rushed back into the river.

The fire dragon roared and soared into the sky after a frolicking of the river. Just when the dragon's body was getting farther away and almost without a shadow, the sky suddenly brightened, and a huge red water lily slowly bloomed from a budding posture and turned into a bewitching red lotus in the air.

In an instant, only the blood-clad red lotus stood proudly between the heavens and the earth, reflecting the waves and rivers as red as blood.

Mo Chen was shocked, and stood up to stop Jiuluo, but saw that the huge blood lotus in the sky turned into countless lotus flowers floating in the air, flying, and the entire river surface and the sky above the river were all covered by the karmic fire red lotus.

Mo Chen's eyes condensed, staring at those bewitching red lotuses, speechless for a while.