When the young man thought of Zhao Shuli, his eyes were suddenly full of surprise, and suddenly full of sadness and sorrow. He looked at Wen Zhiliang, who was frowning tightly in the room, and then looked at Li Xunli, who was full of sadness in front of him, and suddenly realized and realized something. His seven orifices shook, and the blood in his body boiled. I was about to speak, but I didn't expect to swallow in my throat, and I couldn't speak. The young man's originally shining eyes turned gray again.

Outside, Li Pengcheng carried the tattered bucket and stopped all the way, fearing that the bandits would encounter misfortune. I was afraid that because of my panicked footsteps, I would spill the river water that I had managed to get in my hand. He stopped, and after a long time, he ran crookedly to the alley.

The candles in the house were still dim, Li Xunli squatted outside the door, his eyes full of tears, he looked at the sky and said nothing, as long as his father returned safely.

It took a long time for Li Pengcheng to run through the alleys, and he walked around the streets, bumping all the way. It wasn't until he looked at the thatched hut that was slightly lit that he smiled with both luck and satisfaction. He stared at the young man squatting alone outside the house and sobbing, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't care too much at the moment, stepped over the threshold that protruded more than an inch, and placed the hard-won bucket of water in front of the woman's bed.

Seeing that the woman's face was slightly ruddy, Li Pengcheng put the tattered cloth towel into the bucket with a little joy, wrung it out the water stains, and applied it to the woman's forehead. The woman's brow furrowed, as if she was aware of it. When Li Pengcheng saw this, the corners of his mouth rose, full of relieved smiles.

Li Zhiyu had also turned around at this time, and when he saw Li Pengcheng's demeanor, he cared for the collapsed woman. Although the two of them were speechless, their eyebrows and expressions revealed their affection for each other. Seeing such a scene and posture, he couldn't help but think of the angry and angry girl again, thinking of her naughty and cute appearance, thinking of her arrogant and unreasonable look, thinking of the day when the girl said I will never bully you again, okay! He thought about the scene that day, the girl's speaking posture, and muttered: "Zhao Qingrou, not good!" After saying this, he seemed to be afraid that the delicate girl would not hear it, and shouted loudly: "Zhao Qingrou, I can't say it!

When Li Zhiyu finished shouting the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time, the young man was slightly stunned, and he covered his mouth tightly as if he didn't believe it. With a look of panic and a look of dementia on his face, he ran up and down, back and forth, jumping up and down excitedly.

Everyone in the room looked at the teenager who was running around everywhere, and they didn't know why? They all didn't understand why the teenager was like this, Li Xunli raised his tearful eyes and looked at the young man whose body was constantly undulating, and his expression was slightly surprised. How did the little brother who had been silent open his mouth and shouted out the words "Zhao Qingrou".

In the view, the white-clothed old man gently stroked his white beard, and he said happily and helplessly: "It is worthy of being a person who can't change numerology even in the poor way." It was to make you ignit Zhiliang, but I never expected that the first sentence you spit out was actually that little girl. ”

He smiled helplessly, spit out the mantra, and knotted the lion mark in his hand. The mountains and rivers coincide, and time is silent.

On the Dongfang Valley wheat field, Wen Zhiliang looked at the image of the woman with a demented expression, and he kept calling softly in his mouth. Although he looked very excited, he didn't dare to raise his voice, as if he was afraid that his abrupt behavior would make the woman disappear into the painting again. When the white-clothed Taoist priest Zhao Qingfeng finished finishing the lion seal inside, the woman's pattern became clearer and more obvious, her eyes turned slightly, and she smiled smartly.

Wen Zhiliang's expression was overjoyed when he saw this, and his face became a little hideous again. He whispered incessantly, stretched out his five fingers, and gently placed them in front of the portrait. His five fingers closed as if holding the woman's fingers, squatting lightly, and when he looked at the woman's beautiful face, he had already burst into tears.

"Do you know that ten years ago, I was gentle and knowledgeable about the demons in my heart for you, and I couldn't understand it for ten years. He whispered. Just as he was about to hold the woman's fingers and pull her out of the portrait, the scroll was fireless.

Wen Zhiliang's expression was suddenly frightened, he stood up helplessly, holding his head in his hands, and looked at the undulating black clouds in the sky with a painful expression, helpless. The expression of the woman in the painting changed, no longer smiling as before, but her face was hideous, her lips were cracked, and she was full of pain.

She roared and cried to herself, her expression was distorted and hideous, and the pair of gold-inlaid snow mandarin duck shoes under her feet gradually disappeared, and he was both afraid and afraid. He wept bitterly and fell down, puffing out his cheeks and blowing as if to extinguish the flames.

"You, Zhao Qingfeng, you actually ......" Wen Zhiliang saw that the fire was unabated, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and watched the woman's appearance gradually disappear next to the two patterns of the dragon and phoenix, his face was haggard and his heart was broken. His head was full of green silk sticking to his cheeks, as if crying and laughing.

The white-clothed Taoist priest Zhao Qingfeng finished the lion seal inside. When the surroundings were clear, he stepped out, and the clear air filled the surroundings.

The Taoist priest stepped out of the sky.

In the Taoist temple, the Taoist pilgrims who originally closed the door of the house and did not dare to go out saw a white dressed person come out of the sky, burning paper and incense one by one and kneeling on the ground to worship. When he appeared in the wheat field, he glanced at Wen Zhiliang with pity.

"Knowing conscience, both for knowing how conscience fell into this. Zhao Qingfeng spoke softly. Looking at Wen Zhiliang, who was wearing a cloak, he sighed softly. After speaking, Zhao Qingfeng took off the Taoist robe embroidered with three patterns he was wearing, and draped it over the shoulders of the weeping Taoist priest.

When Zhao Qingfeng put on this robe for Wen Zhiliang, the wind between heaven and earth burst out, and wisps of golden sunlight tore through the dark clouds. There was a muffled thunder rumbling in the air, as if a god was holding a sledgehammer and beating a drum to cheer. After a while, there was a torrential rain in the clear sky, as if some immortals were crying. The rain was pouring down, and the two of them were wet in their robes. Wen Zhiliang looked up at the clear sky with torrential rain, he laughed and cried.

Zhao Qingfeng sighed softly, stretched out his hand and made a gentle gesture at the portrait of the woman floating in the air, and the portrait came straight to Zhao Qingfeng.

Zhao Qingfeng took the scroll, and the portrait spontaneously combusted without fire. Although it was in this drifting rain, not only was it not extinguished, but the fire grew bigger and bigger, until the scroll was burned to the slightest. The ashes slowly sprinkled from Zhao Qingfeng's hands, mixed with the rain, and gradually drifted away.

After Zhao Qingfeng burned the scroll, he looked at everyone still nodding and smiling, or his face was hideous, or full of peace, he sighed again, and he couldn't move the seal of the Ming King. Wisps of purple gas overflowed from Zhao Qingfeng's fingers, mixed in this boundless rain, the purple gas became a rainbow all around, the purple rainbow became a bridge, and the purple horses were connected together, hanging in the air, faintly seeing thousands of runes. When Li Xunli came to his senses and raised his eyes to watch, he saw that the bridge was full of people, as if there were immortals talking and preaching on the bridge.

Wen Zhiliang saw that Zhao Qingfeng used pure Dao method to break his all-encompassing technique, his eyes were cold, he no longer looked at the portrait of the woman, but looked at Zhao Qingfeng who was immortal and bone, and sneered: "Zhao Qingfeng, if you didn't save her ten years ago, I turned into a demon and entered the inner pass, and the yang god almost became a yin god." Now that you're blocking me from saving her again, I don't know if you want to enlighten me like you did ten years ago, or if you want me to abandon her like you did ten years ago. After Wen Zhiliang finished speaking, his throat moved slightly and he sneered.

Zhao Qingfeng didn't answer the words, his eyes slowly swept over the surrounding villagers, both compassionate and kind. Li Zhiyu opened his eyes at this time, and he didn't care about Zhao Qingfeng, who was looking at the fairy demeanor, but looked at the girl with tears in her eyes, and felt a little pain in her heart.

Zhao Qingrou screamed, tears streaming down her eyes. The girl opened her red eyes and glanced at the young man who was full of care, she said softly: "I just had a dream, I dreamed that you were bullying me again!"

Li Xunli's eyes were sad, and he looked at Wen Zhiliang, who was squatting silently. Thinking about the scene he had just seen, his eyes were full of determination, and after a long time, he lowered his head again, and his expression seemed to be pathetic.

Since Zhao Qingfeng had broken Wen Zhiliang's technique, he stepped in front of Wen Zhiliang, who was squatting sadly, stretched out his palm, and slapped him with a slap. Wen Zhiliang was dumbfounded.

He looked at Zhao Qingfeng, whose white sleeves were scattered, thinking about the woman at that time, and Zhao Qingfeng, who was standing silently on the side. Looking at this scene again, he laughed and became angry, stood up, twisted his fingers together, and faced Zhao Qingfeng in an extremely strange posture.

Zhao Qingfeng was particularly sad. If I hadn't climbed Sendai that year, would I have not reached such a point now? He is still a real person with a smile on his eyebrows, and that woman is still his proudest apprentice.

Zhao Qingfeng was silent when he thought of this, and his expression was neither sad nor happy.

Since the young man took off his restraints, he didn't look at Zhao Qingfeng and Wen Zhiliang, who were faintly opposed, but walked quickly to Zhao Qingrou's side, looking at the sad girl with a red smile. After a while, the young man slightly hesitated and stretched out a sweaty palm and lowered his head. Zhao Qingrou's face turned red, and she also stretched out her right hand to clasp the young man's five fingers.

The world changes slightly, and the wind and clouds are raging.

Zhao Qingfeng looked at the shy girl with a complicated expression, and then looked at the young man with a flushed face, and he shook his head helplessly.

"Back then, the mirror was empty, but now it's wipe

Who are the tears for?" Zhao Qingfeng whispered softly, looked at Li Zhiyu and the two, and then looked at Wen Zhiliang, who looked crazy.

"Zhiliang, ten years ago you had a fate, and its name was She. Ten years ago, I had a dharma, and its name is also She. After Zhao Qingfeng finished speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to make a light gesture in the direction of Luohuguan, and spit out a word in his mouth. The Heavenly Venerable God of Suffering, who had been covered with dust for many years, rose from the ground, the dust was shaken off, and the two divine lights in his eyes pierced the sky.