"Han'er, do you know what you're doing?" I saw a man dressed in a warrior costume from the Western Regions behind him holding a big bow in his hand and carrying more than a dozen arrow feathers behind him. The villagers of Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info watched this man make trouble at the priest's coronation ceremony, and they all stood in front of him. Wushuang muttered in a low voice: "I can't imagine that my mother was so beautiful when she was young, and she has such an infatuated follower." Feng Chen looked back lightly and said with a smile: "Yes, otherwise how could there be such an eccentric girl as you." I saw the man with the big bow in his hand push the people on the left away and took a few steps towards this side. Surrounded by a group of middle-aged men with sticks, he walked out of the 'Shadow Nine Steps' under his feet and walked behind them, waiting for everyone to react. The green tendons in his right hand burst out and pulled the strings on his bow and arrows, the wind passed and the grass did not move, the trees were silent and the birds chirped. The young strong man was knocked down by this powerful air current. The old priest standing on the high platform saw it in his eyes, but it was difficult to interfere. can only say silently: "The past is like a dream, everything is nothing." ”

Zhihan waved his robe and walked down the wooden ladder scorched by the blazing flame, and stood in front of the fair-skinned man with a delicate face. Only said three words: "You go!" The man was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what to say for a long time. Feng Chen whispered in Wushuang's ear: "Look, the two of them will be together in the future, so why bother to make such a heart-rending mess." Wushuang stepped on the dusty white shoes, leaving a big black mark. Feng Chen, who has always loved cleanliness, hurriedly squatted down and dusted off his shoes, he didn't pay attention, Wushuang had already run in front of the man and Zhihan. Wushuang took Zhi Han's hand and said, "Let's go! I don't know when this quicksand hole will open again before we can get out. Otherwise, how can I go to Loulan!" Zhi Han was startled by the strange girl who appeared in front of her, looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "How do you know about Loulan? How do you know that I am going to be a high priest in Loulan?" Wushuang suddenly realized that he had leaked his mouth, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while. Fortunately, Feng Chen ran to her side in a hurry, respectfully greeted the man with great strength and Zhihan, and explained: "My sister is open-mouthed, and please don't be surprised by the two heroes." The man didn't seem to care about what they said, his eyes just stared intently at Zhi Han's eyes. Zhi Han was surprisingly suspicious of these two young people. Even her master on the high platform couldn't predict the future of their clan and the future of Loulan, how could these two young people who had nothing to do do talk in front of everyone.

The man still asked reluctantly, "Don't you want to go with me, aren't we going to live a free life?" Zhi Han turned around and didn't say anything more. The man threw the bow and arrow on his back and the quiver on the ground: "Well, since the position of power is so important to you, then my life will always follow you." Between the words, Wushuang and Feng Chen only felt that the holy fire around them was blazing. The thick smoke made the two of them breathless, and a grayish-white choking smoke appeared in front of them, obscuring their vision. Feng Chen struggled to disperse the smoke with a wave of his sleeves, and when the two of them saw clearly in front of them again, they were actually on top of the Gobi, surrounded by corpses. The surrounding soldiers and generals all fell in pools of blood and looked closely. These people all have the same totems on their clothes as Wushuang, and Wushuang can clearly tell which kind of dead soldier they are. Suddenly, a familiar voice behind the two of them roared hoarsely. In the cold wind, the woman was like crazy, rummaging through the pile of dead people, looking for something. When Feng Chen and Wushuang watched the woman approach from a distance, they realized that she was Zhihan, but she was so embarrassed and depressed. The smoke dissipated, and Feng Chen looked up to see that he was under the walls of the ancient city of Loulan. The city gate was locked, the city walls were also stained with blood, and the banner of Loulan on the high corner tower was also dilapidated, and a few disabled soldiers still insisted on standing there. Zhi Han suddenly turned around and ran to Feng Chen and Wushuang's side, picked up a man on the ground and cried bitterly. Zhi Han cried and shouted: "You didn't say goodbye back then, but today you and I are separated by yin and yang." Before he could finish speaking, three miles away, a dark army was already approaching. Zhi Han slowly placed the man on the ground, and suddenly felt that his palm was still warm, and she put her ear to his mouth. I heard the man say weakly, "Jade." He pointed his finger to his chest. Zhi Han put his hand on his chest, only to find a square jade slab. Zhi Han lifted the jade slab, and the jade was reflected by the sun's rays into the thousands of approaching troops. Wherever the light shines, it has collapsed, and Loulan has turned defeat into victory.

A dazzling bright light flashed through Feng Chen's and Wushuang's eyes, and the two of them subconsciously covered their hands and sleeves with the oncoming bright light, but they were attracted by a magical power. When the two opened their eyes again, they found themselves standing on the altar where Zhihan had become a priest. There is an additional stone tablet above the altar, and the stone tablet reads: "Life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, can't ask for it, and the five aggregates are blazing and suffering." Feng Chen silently read out on the side, and walked out of the coachman from behind the stele, and the coachman clapped his hands and said: "Yes, life is not more than these eight hardships." Wushuang asked anxiously, "Where is Zhihan?" The coachman smiled mysteriously: "When you break through the Eight Tribulations, you will see her and find yourself." Before he could finish speaking, the coachman vanished like steam.

Feng Chen looked at the handwriting on the stone tablet on the side, and muttered: " Suffering from old age, decay of strength from age to twilight, spiritual energy decay, and the prime of life is gone forever; sickness and suffering, suffering from illness and suffering like hell on earth, suffering from pain and suffering of the mind; suffering from death, the limit of human beings is approaching, such as the broken lamp and candle extinguished, the longevity has been exhausted, or unfortunately died by natural disasters and man-made disasters; resentment and bitterness, when the revenge and injustice are retribution, hatred and hatred, do not increase or decrease; love is separated from suffering, life and death are impermanent, there is fate without separation, there is a precedent, but because of the way of the world; there is no suffering, all things in the world, fame and fortune, clothes and glory, love and happiness in the heart can not be soughtThe five aggregates are blazing, that is, the color is subject to the desire to act and know, and people know that they are warm and cold, and they know how to be hungry and full, and they will laugh when they are happy, and they will cry when they are sad. These bad emotions make people feel depressed, and they are the five aggregates of blazing suffering. Wushuang listened carefully, but inexplicably popped out a sentence: "Why don't you see Brother Gu Yu?"

The yellow sand rose again, and the dust and Wushuang were blown into the yellow sand pile by the irresistible wind. When the wind and waves were calm, I saw a young man crying loudly with his head down under the dead tree. Zhi Han walked up to the boy from a distance, handed him a silk handkerchief, and saw that the boy did not reach out to take it. Zhi Han carefully wiped the tears on the boy's face, and said with a smile: "Look at you, you are crying as a 'little flower cat', follow your sister in the future!"