Mentally stimulated thoughts, more than answering the words of conversation, between the red rose petals, the paved road and the gap between the turquoise fields, looking at the living creature that does not worry about eating and drinking, and Lazar also has a usefulness, it really does not know what the pain is?

The eight precepts are holy, and the nine precepts are gods, nothing more than this.

As an indispensable nutritional necessity for human reproduction, it has not lost its life, and Bajie doesn't know whether to cry for it or cry happily.

Mixed feelings, indifferent, silent, silly Bajie learned to cherish, cherish life, and truly love peace!

In the eyes of Bajie, the solemnity of folding flowers and vegetables has been fully reflected at this moment, pigs can not die, at this moment a little wronged, the bright leaves in the vegetable field died, the flowers trampled at will, how can they be treated differently, the leaves removed at will have lost the opportunity to grow, a large piece of vegetable leaves dancing under the soft east wind, sparkling, the expansion of space, so that they are more beautiful. Bajie couldn't help but look up at the sky, but in the stupid smirk, there was absolutely no bit of grievance, just the open-mindedness of the heart, like a sunny day, covering the sky and the earth, the roses on the branches, even more beautiful and moving, so that Bajie really knew, there are all the injuries there, always embarrassed by the choice of the person holding the sword, one has no choice, the other is always choosing, the right to choose is in the hands of the sentient person, right? Blame the fragile heart all the time, life is not up to oneself, death is not up to oneself, right is not oneself, wrong is not oneself, choice is up to oneself, hurt oneself, hurt anyone!

It's really not very easy to be a ruthless sentient person.

Bajie couldn't help but answer the question, "When will this tree bear fruit?"

The answer of the female eyebrows of Zhige really broke Bajie's mind to ask, how could it be more than a time to speak, and the four big characters that Bajie was entangled in "the sky is old and the earth is old".

But Bajie's mind is still quite transparent, and there will be a ten-year-old girl who is self-reliant.

Sin let yourself do, virtue can only be left with the ten-year-old flower bones, but the memory of the eight precepts of a real blank piece of paper also needs to be whispered, and the last sentence is red: "Delicious meals, you teach the eight precepts." The two of them began to cook in a small dilapidated hut close to the walls of the courtyard.

The cooperation between the two, without verbosity, is like a tacit understanding of the couple, the smart and clever in the roots, are not people who lack hearts, add water to the fire, add firewood and meat, after an hour, the fragrant taste, if the Bajie direct saliva, after the fire is extinguished, the tender green lettuce leaves, bright rose petals sprinkled on it,

The green leaves are more green, the red petals are more red, with a few traces of transparent and shiny oil droplets that have been washed out, in the iron pot, it is delicious, Bajie doesn't know, but the color and fragrance are already complete.

Punched into a beautiful porcelain basin, took a few small blue and white bowls, and the two of them walked into the front yard with them.

A carefree life, eating and drinking are self-sufficient, not contaminated with a trace of mortal dust,

Bajie doesn't know what to do, and there is an excuse in his heart that he really doesn't want to leave, it's very beautiful here.

After carefully looking at everything here, thinking about the Hidden Dragon House, the Crouching Tiger House, the Heavenly Family, the Earth Family, and the familiar thoughts that are close to the House of the Hidden Sword, come to mind from time to time, maybe, it is really a fateful foothold, Bajie lived in the House of the Hidden Sword, lying on a single small bed, through the hollow wooden window, looking at the bright moonlight outside, under the quiet night sky, and soon after, there was a sound of snoring.

Day by day, repeated again and again, ordinary days, five people, in this very small piece of empty space, away from the red dust of right and wrong, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the generations, I don't know what year, I don't know what month, I don't know what day, only know the night and day, I only know, the daily knocking on the flowers, has not stopped, but the flowers on the rose tree, but I don't feel a little bit of reduction, the leaves cut off in the vegetable field, after a few days, and grow fresh leaves, the pig imprisoned in the pig cage eats the fallen rose petals every day, more healthy, and even grew chest muscles, full of red light, In the days of smiling constantly, I formed an indescribable friendship, and Bajie, who was bullied, actually learned to entangle people and be tender like water.

But the good times were disturbed by the mischievous smell of cork, and this day was definitely different from the past, Bajie knew.

Because of the fragrance of cork, she put on a snow-white maid dress, and hung two crossed banners on her weak shoulders, and the handwriting was even more dazzling "Cork Princess" and "Lifelong Servant".

Standing behind the female eyebrows.

The two gates opened gently, and hundreds of warriors of the Guyue clan were already standing outside the gate of the "Five Family Views", just watching, Zhige Numei led the compassionate cork fragrant maid out, the warriors of the Guyue clan were not angry, but they were so excited that they couldn't breathe, indescribable, tacit understanding, they couldn't make a sound, they all forgot where their mouths were, silent, and opposed each other.

The sacred picture is too beautiful to be jealous.

The sound of bells, bells, bells, came from the ancient times, and a person with a five-flowered face wearing the flag of Gaza descended from the sky, and the people of the Guyue people looked at the faces that came here that were different from them, and bowed their heads in fright.

Half a year later, such faces have spread all over the grassland, the narrow sky, they kill the sturdy grassland warriors like wolves, and they treat the powerless grassland old people and young men who live weakly!

Let their group of warriors on the grassland who can do whatever they want know what scruples are, eat whatever they want, marry whoever they want, play whatever game they want, and change the weather on the grassland where everything speaks with their fists.

Their masks are terrifying in front of the strong warriors, but their Gazan clothes have carved the traces of omnipotence in the hearts of the weak seedlings.

Bajie looked at these familiar and unfamiliar clothes, his head exploded and cracked, as if nothing happened, and with a plop, Bajie fell into a coma!

Night and day, day passed, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a year passed, ten years passed, and before I knew it, how long I had been in a coma almost made people forget, Bajie woke up, and Chengying's memory was restored.

But the noisy words, I really don't want Chengying to continue to reminisce.

A "His Majesty the Jade Emperor is married" woke Chengying up, Chengying looked at some unknown Muzi people, there really didn't be any topic, the personalities of the two were like two different worlds.

Mu Zimin looked at the sword wound in his abdomen, and said that the wound is fine, it is estimated that it will not kill you.

You are a struggler, the people are an executor, no one will understand the world of the people of Muzi, no one can share it, but the people just want to talk to you.

Do you know??The owner of the Nameless Drifting Rain Village originally wanted to hand it over to the people, but the people refused. How can the people be nameless!

Do you know what it's like to want to kill someone, but you can't?

Do you know what it's like to want to keep someone, but you can't?

Do you know what it's like not to kill someone, but you have to kill?

Do you know what it's like to kill when you want?

Do you want to hear about the growth history of the people of Muzi?

The people of Muzi said and talked, and fell into the narration of memories.