Deep in the mountains and valleys.

Fengxue-an.

After more than ten years of getting along day and night, the Rakshasa gradually figured out the temperament of Master Hongluan. Master Hongluan is lonely and quiet, and people are not close, but he likes people who are well-behaved and peaceful, and abide by the law.

However, the Rakshasa girl is not a peaceful person in her bones, otherwise she would not have willfully given up the life of brocade clothes and jade food back then, ran away from home, and asked for immortals.

Master Hongluan has always talked about force and unreasonableness, and it will never take much to say what can be solved with his hands. For so many years, the Rakshasa Girl has slightly provoked Master Hongluan's unsatisfactory, but she has added all kinds of spells and never bothered to talk to you. Stick education is pursued thoroughly. For so many years, the Roguesa has suffered a lot.

On this day, the master and apprentice were having dinner.

"Master, can the disciple not be a nun?" the Rakshasa suddenly said thoughtlessly.

"Who wants you to be a nun?" Hongluan said inexplicably.

"But isn't this called Fengxue Nunnery? Isn't it a place for nuns to practice? Aren't we nuns who lead the practice?" The Rakshasa woman is a straightforward and fast-talking person, and after holding it for so many years, she has long been unhappy.

"Who told you that we are nuns?" said Master Hongluan, "There is no owner here, I like the tranquility here, so I live here, that's all." ”

"Then what kind of sect are we? When the disciples saw the Bodhi Patriarch's clothing and behavior, it was neither Buddha nor Taoist. There are all kinds of teachers and uncles, and I can't see what genre it is?" asked the Rakshasa Woman.

"You can be whatever you want. Hongluan said lightly: "Immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons, demons and ghosts, whatever you like." ”

The Rakshasa woman let out an "ah", she seemed to feel a trace of domineering from Master Hongluan's words, the unique domineering of Fang Cun Mountain. After being stunned for a while, the Rakshasa girl smiled playfully: "The disciple doesn't want to be a Taoist aunt, and he doesn't want to be a nun, so it's better to be a fairy." ”

"What's so good about being an immortal? Everything you do is bound by the rules of heaven and heaven, and you can't help yourself everywhere. Master Hongluan's beautiful and cold face showed a hint of sorrow: "Isn't it good to be yourself?"

A breeze blows in your face.

Master Hongluan muttered.

Is it to ask the Rakshasa Woman?

Or ask yourself?

Or ask...... That person?

The Rakshasa woman stared at the Hongluan Master curiously, the Hongluan Master seemed to be a little different at this time?

A scorching heat came.

The Rakshasa woman was stunned for a moment and took out a jade slip from her arms. Yu Jian was trembling slightly, emitting glowing light and heat.

Six years ago, the Rakshasa woman cultivated Xiaocheng and stepped into the Jindan Avenue. In the same year, he sneaked out of Fengxue Nunnery and returned home to visit his parents, leaving behind a jade slip for communication in case of emergency. At that time, the cultivation was still shallow, and the means were limited, so it was only made into the simplest communication jade slip with the blood of relatives as the guide.

"Daughter, daughter, come back and save our people......"

In the jade slip, there was an old man's urgent cry for help.

......

The shores of the West Sea.

There is a small country, with the surname of the lord as the name of the country, the name "Rakshasa Country", the terrain is flat and close to the sea.

On this day, the heavens were not virtuous, the dragon king was angry, and there was a great earthquake in the West Sea that had not been encountered in a thousand years, and the amplitude of the earthquake almost covered the entire West Sea.

Under the huge earthquake, it caused thousands of miles of huge waves and boundless tsunami.

The tsunami landed and devoured hundreds of villages and tens of thousands of lives near the sea in an instant. Tens of thousands of acres of land turned into an ocean in the blink of an eye, and the monstrous tsunami showed no sign of stopping, still advancing wave after wave into the depths of the continent.

Countless people are crying and running, there are mothers holding children, there are sons of people carrying old people on their backs, there are old fathers and mothers who are forced to die and do not want to be a burden to their children, and there are also young children and mothers who can't run...... More often than not, people who can't take care of anything and flee for their lives alone.

However, no matter who it is, in the face of nature's heavenly might, human beings are so small and fragile, no one can compete with such the power of heaven and earth, no one can escape, no one is indispensable.

......

The Imperial City of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

The lord of the kingdom was sitting at the city gate with a group of civil ministers and military generals, and at this time the city gate was closed, and the emperor hurriedly mobilized the army of the city, mobilized the people, and put the earth in sacks, and built it under the city wall gate, hoping to prevent the flood from flooding the city.

It's not that I don't want to escape, but the terrain of the Rakshasa country is flat, and there are no mountains in the four fields. No matter how fast a mortal escapes, can he compare to that flood of a hundred miles?

And the flood has reached the imperial city less than a hundred miles.

Many refugees have fled under the city walls, but the gates have been blocked with dirt bags.

The 100,000 people in the city were terrified, some of them tried to help the army strengthen the city walls, some prayed for mercy from God, and some burst into tears, crying "Evil ......".

The lord of the kingdom looked at the city with a grim face, and the refugees who fled before the flood and were blocked under the city gate stood under the city gate in despair and dazed, not knowing what to do.

Waiting for death......

Hundreds of miles away, pillar incense time, the flood rushed to the front of the imperial city.

The mighty rush instantly engulfed those refugees who had no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground, and slammed into the city wall again.

The walls trembled, and the makeshift dirt bags finally worked. The city walls withstood the impact of the flood and stabilized.

Among refugees.

A young woman looked dead and let the flood of three people swallow her up.

The woman was stunned by the flood, and when she was in a daze, she suddenly heard a familiar call.

"Lady, lady......"

It's her new husband's voice!

When he suddenly became a little sober, he choked on a few saliva of water, and he was so uncomfortable.

Subconsciously struggling.

But there is nowhere to focus.

Suddenly, a large hand pulled her out of the water.

His husband, the honest Muna, an ordinary-looking man who usually did not smile, found a stake of the beam of the house out of nowhere, and anxiously helped her hold the stake.

She was so frightened and weak that she didn't hold on to the stake twice or three times.

When she finally caught her breath, another wave crashed over, and her husband, who had been helping her all the time, suddenly disappeared. When she turned her head in horror, her husband was swept away by the rushing flood and sank until there was no shadow in sight.

She wept aloud, tears welling up again.

As salty as seawater.

I thought she had dried her tears when her parents were killed in the tsunami.

"Lady, lady......"

Her husband's call seemed to ring in her ears.

The woman who was immersed in grief suddenly had a spirit.

Keep your head up.

In the sky, her husband was flying towards her with a happy face.

She laughed stupidly, laughing to tears.

So much so that she ignored the peerless woman behind her husband, who used a golden rope to carry her husband's flying blue skirt.

"Lady, give me your hand. The husband called.

The woman held out her hand.

She was grabbed by her husband and held it firmly.

Pull out of the water.

and flew up the city walls.

The woman hugged her husband tightly, and there were only two people left in her world, her husband and her.

"Daughter, daughter......"

"Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

On the city wall, there is a lot of people.

A woman in a green skirt, holding a golden rope in her hand, is like a fairy, and she is independent.