[Luoyang City Head. 】

The eyes of the thirty-two princes were cast into the distance.

In the distance, the yellow sand burst, the red-haired woman sat on a white horse, her back to Luoyang, her clothes fluttering, one person and one horse, galloping towards the white-robed man sitting under the Bodhi tree.

The Northern Wei Iron Cavalry opened a narrow path for her.

All the way from the high hanging bronze door, to the old Bodhi in the Forgotten Mountain.

The white-robed man with the seal closed his eyes tightly.

Heaven and earth fell silent.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The red-haired figure on top of the white horse occupies the whole world.

Liu Baichan slowly stood up.

Shen Hongying galloped all the way, with a brilliant demeanor, the tips of her eyebrows were raised, and she was ten zhang away, turned over and dismounted in the air, and flew out.

Liu Baichan, who was standing under the Bodhi tree, looked at the red-haired woman who was ten zhang away from him.

The red hair rolled like a wave, and the heroic posture was frozen at this moment.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and she went all the way out of the city from Luoyang, and by now, the words she had brewed were finally about to spit out her lips.

Xuan Shangyu asked her to persuade Liu Baichan to stay Bodhi.

She opened her lips lightly and said silently to the white-robed man in the shape of her lips.

"Bring the Bodhi ......"

The second half of the sentence is: And me.

Perhaps it was the favor of the gods from above, and time slowed down at that moment.

Liu Baichan subconsciously took one hand and pressed it on the Bodhi tree.

He leaned forward slightly, one hand raised, slightly raised.

Take her hand.

The next second.

The softness in Shen Hongying's eyebrows suddenly trembled, and her figure suddenly paused in mid-air for a moment-

A raised point appeared on the chest, and in the next moment a spinning arrow was drilled, and the woman with a graceful posture like a light swallow fell forward like a broken wing by the force of the arrow's impact.

Fell in front of the white-robed man who reached out to pick it up, but picked up an empty one.

Liu Baichan's face was pale, and the figure of the woman in front of him.

A handful of blood suddenly exploded in front of him—

In my ears was the sound of the arrow piercing through the heart.

Spread half of the blood.

Practicing the secret art of Buddhism, Liu Baichan, who has always been immobile in the eight winds, staggered at the moment, and his face was pale to catch the soft and boneless woman's body, just looking down, his heart was like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, and then the sky was spinning.

His knees slammed into the ground, splattering up a cloud of dust.

There was only a scarlet patch in the white-robed man's eyes.

Constantly lingering.

Rising.

A little spark, hatred, accumulates in the chest, surrounds, bursts, fires!

Luoyang City is extremely quiet inside and outside the city.

The bronze door hung high, and thousands of Northern Wei iron horses stopped on horseback, silently staring at the white-robed man holding the red-haired woman in his arms.

Above the head of Luoyang City.

The purple-robed master slowly let go of his right hand, the taut crossbow string trembled wildly in front of the five fingers of his left hand, he slowly opened his squinted right eye, and his right arm was a little sour by the power of this round string.

Handing the Northern Wei heavy crossbow to the captain of the Qingluan battalion in the rear, the great master lowered his right arm, and the purple robe fell again, drumming in the wind at the head of the city again.

The purple-robed Great Master slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air that could not be released from depression.

Then watch as the line of blood fills through the yellow sand, then dissipates.

Bodhi ancient wood, on the trunk, there is an arrow that is not half in.

The trembling arrow feathers were all scarlet.

And the white-robed man under the Bodhi tree hugged the bloody man in his arms.

Deep in his throat, a beastly hoarse voice slowly brewed.

Time seems to stand still. \t

Then the wind and clouds over Luoyang were whirlwind.

The sky swept away, avoiding the heart of heaven -

Countless yellow sand flew upside down.

The white-robed man slowly raised his head, his long hair growing out of his eyes, and an extremely painful sound tore out of his throat, like a tug-of-war, extremely slowly, very slowly rising from the depths of his chest.

"Ahhh

This voice was like a sharp knife, slashing at everyone's heart.

A roar from the depths of the soul.

The Northern Wei Dynasty Iron Rider, who was relatively close, sat unsteadily on the horseback, his face was like gold paper, and his body shook with the horse's back, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the person turned on his back.

Liu Baichan stared at the man in the purple robe fluttering at the head of Luoyang City.

Hyun Sang-woo waved his hand.

His face was indifferent and said ruthlessly: "Shoot." ”

"Shoot all the arrows at the head of Luoyang and shoot them into the air, and leave this white-robed man and even the woman under the Bodhi tree. ”

"The Northern Wei Dynasty Iron Cavalry Hou ordered to prevent that man from breaking through. Even if he left that Bodhi plant, he would never let him leave here. ”

Xuan Shangyu rubbed his eyebrows.

He saw it thoroughly.

From the moment he shot the arrow with his own hand, and when he loosened the string of the heavy crossbow, there was no turning back.

There is only one ending left.

The little brother in the white robe that he once valued the most completely left in the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Completely destroy the Buddha.

"Don't let him escape. ”

Leaving this sentence, the purple-robed Great Master waved his hand a little weakly, and turned around to leave Luoyang City.

Interested in it?

Sort of.

The victory is decided.

Surrounded by such a large number of Northern Wei Dynasty iron cavalry, who in the world can leave here?

At least he, the little junior brother in the white robe, doesn't have this ability yet.

It's just that Hyun Sang-woo is a little wrong.

He never thought that when his beloved woman died in front of Luoyang City, the little junior brother in the white robe would never have the idea of leaving here.

The Northern Wei Iron Cavalry at the head of Luoyang City retreated slightly, vacating a distance of about 100 zhang of open space.

The white-robed men under the Bodhi tree swept around the formation and turned.

And the white-robed man who dared to come alone to provoke the authority of Luoyang was lifeless between his eyes at this moment, and slowly stood up.

His back was extremely straight.

The soft woman's body in his arms was subconsciously still hugging his neck.

"Hey. ”

Liu Baizen's voice was bitter.

"Hey ......"

The raised arms trembled slightly.

He bit his lip.

Some words were not spoken.

I'm here to pick you up.

Pick you up and leave Luoyang.

You wake up.

But no matter how she shook it, the red-haired woman in her arms seemed to have fallen into the most beautiful sleep in the world, her slightly closed eyes, the residual softness, and the scarlet warmth of her red lips.

Liu Baichan smiled dumbly.

Get some sleep.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips unconsciously smiled.

"You're always so snooze......"

"Then sleep a little longer......"

"Sleep a little longer, I'll wake you up again......"

The white-robed man was reluctant to disturb the clear dreams of the person in his arms.

He gently placed Shen Hongying on the ground.

Tear the white robe of her right arm, gently fold it into a pillow, brush her hair, and pill it on top of the white robe.

The shocking red lotus pattern on the right arm is exposed.

Dense, cumbersome and complex.

Forget the secret of returning to the mountain.

Red Lotus Hua Hand.

Liu Bai Zen eyes look at the nose and nose and the heart.

He smiled lightly and muttered, "The Buddha said that everything has a way, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity. ”

"I've been practicing meditation for twenty-three years. ”

"Master said, "You want to live forever. ”

The white-robed man gritted his teeth stubbornly and said softly, "But I don't." ”

The Northern Wei Iron Cavalry began to charge.

But it stopped suddenly.

All because of the purple-robed master who had returned to the city raised his hand slightly.

So the whole Luoyang fell silent again.

The white-robed man coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Raising his head, Yu Yu looked at the familiar senior brother of the Forgotten Mountain on the head of the city.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said lightly.

"If Shen Hongying dies, I don't want to live alone. ”

Red lotus blooms on this land.

This white-robed man is half Buddha and half immortal.

The purple-robed master who went to the head of the city and returned stood on top of Luoyang.

Xuan Shangyu said softly: "Fulfill him." ”

The shadows of arrows in the sky suddenly shot out, tearing through the yellow sand over Luoyang, and spewing out countless sharp murderous aura!

......

......

A day and a night of arrows.

Three feet under the Bodhi tree are clean.

It was full of arrows that were densely inserted into the earth.

The white-robed man, who was exhausted, finally sat under the Bodhi tree.

The white robe has long been dyed red.

One of the arrows in his chest sank into the roots, the tail of the arrow broke, and the second arrow was nailed to the end of the arrow.

Shoulders, lute bones, ribs, spine, thighs, calves.

Even the reincarnation of a living Buddha with a true vajra body is nothing more than a death.

His long hair was falling.

An arrow in the center of the eyebrows was not halfway in.

The sticky blood that should have fallen down the arrowhead now dried up on the body of the arrow.

Eventually, a drop of blood slowly forms.

The white-robed man stood as immobile as a mountain.

Behind him.

It was the woman in red who was sleeping sweetly.

Liu Baichan, who was still breathing, laughed softly.

There is not a trace of strength.

I can't open my eyes anymore.

Nowhere on his body could he move.

He maintained such a posture all night, protecting the woman behind him behind him.

"It's kind of ...... I'm tired......"

He coughed up the last mouthful of blood in his heart.

Forced to smile.

The exhausted Northern Wei Iron Cavalry had no strength left to charge.

Their eyes were red, staring at the man in a tattered white robe, but still swaying in the wind.

Liu Baichan closed his eyes.

He whispered softly, "Red Baby...... I'll just sleep for a while...... ...... in a moment"

......

......

The white-robed old fox's eyes were soft, and Shen Hongying's eyes were met.

Everything you see is gentle.

He just felt like a dream in front of him.

If you woke up and saw her smile, how beautiful would it be?

Sixteen years, thinking about it.

And now the dream is coming true.

The white-robed old fox raised his head and looked at the huge statue of Tantuo Jizo, crumbling under the erosion of karma.

From his nose, he slowly hummed the tune he had cooked sixteen years ago.

"Acacia, An red bean. ”

"Four-card machine, six-sided dice. ”

"All kinds of pain are brewed into wine, and the bones are loved and boiled into porridge. ”

"Drink sake, drink sake. ”

"Slightly drunk, don't speak. ”

"I'm an idiot and laughing for Nong, drunk and worry-free. ”

This is the last word.

There are also the words that I am extremely clumsy and spend a lot of effort to fill in.

"Pear blossom glasses, carmine. ”

"All mundane things, sorrow and whiteness. ”

"The girl in red is not happy, and the snow in Gusu is falling all over her head. ”

The white-robed old fox paused slightly, and his fingers touched Shen Hongying's face.

Slightly drunk.

The tone was gentle, but Shen Hongying burst into tears.

For the voice is greater than all the tenderness of the world.

"Don't drink, don't drink. ”

"This life is over, and the next life is cultivated. ”

"In the next life, Hou Jun is in the sun, and he doesn't have to be white-headed without wind and snow. ”