Chapter 57

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How should we recall the trick of the hatholder? Jinxiu put herself in the position of being lonely and late, and sadly found that she could not do anything but wait for death. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All the martial arts in the world are inferior to this style, sublimation, condensation, as if all the speed, wisdom and power are fused into it.

Others only feel like a white cloud floating in, but they don't know that the person in front of them can't avoid it, they can't see it, they can't touch it, and they can't smell it.

Then, like this trick, people die lightly, quietly.

The heart, liver, and gallbladder have been torn.

The person who shot it didn't react, as if he had just pulled out a small grass and trampled an ant to death.

Disregard for life.

When I finished it, I left with the splendor. Along the way, he ignored any reaction to Jinxiu.

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Splendid searched for the answer in her mind.

Maybe the cloud crane on the cloud mountain can really be, maybe the lord of the lake can listen to Huai, but he can't give an answer.

I have seen the crane striking technique, the Taoist raised his hand like a white crane, only to see the crane beak, only to hear the crane chirping, just an extremely elegant peck, although the opponent is suddenly like a fairy, volley and fly peacock, but also inevitably be killed by a blow.

How to help!

The trick encountered today is like a thousand years of white clouds, leisurely and empty, as if there is still nothing.

It was just an elegant freehand, and a bland one.

Jinxiu's eyes are closed, still reminiscing. He couldn't see it, he could only record the feeling, the pulse surging, the cane passing through the air, the transmission of force, these sounds kept echoing in his head.

But I couldn't figure it out.

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"You've never seen a cloud before, right?"

The hat-bearers threw the brocade in a ruined temple, and the people sat on old futons. Jinxiu snorted in pain, ignoring that the wound was still bleeding, and her face became even paler.

The sword was placed on the side of the futon, and the man with the hat sat there, holding his cane in one hand and touching the jade pendant with the other, his eyes firmly fixed on the splendid scenery.

It's like thinking.

"How old are you?"

"XIV. ”

"Fourteen, no, no. The hated man stood up and pointed his cane at Jinxiu's throat. "Tell me if that jade pendant is yours or where did it come from? ”

Although Jinxiu was frightened, she had already accepted her fate at this moment, and her pale little face was full of stubbornness.

"Kill me, and you won't know whose jade pendant it is. ”

"You say, I won't kill you. ”

"The jade pendant is mine. ”

"No, no, it must have been robbed by you, picked up, cheated, or given by others. The hat man was so excited that the hat fell off, revealing his smooth head. It's just that his head and forehead are full of scars, and he is hideous and terrifying.

It's a pity that I can't see the splendor!

"Believe it or not, it's mine from that day on. ”

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That day!

On that day, there was a man who knelt on the ground, pleaded bitterly, and finally vowed not to believe in Buddhism again.

On that day, there was a man whose hands were stained with innocent blood, but he never got the results he wanted.

On that day, there was a man who left everything behind and could never look back.

Murder, betrayal, fleeing, there is a burden, there is attachment.

It is difficult for the Buddha to put a butcher's knife.

Unintentionally, so become a demon.

The hat monk was angry, and the fierce flames around him were surging, like a demon without hair. His big hand was clasped around Jinxiu's neck, so that Jinxiu could no longer breathe.

"If you don't say it, I'll let you die. ”

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By the time Jinxiu woke up again, it was already the next morning.

The sun shone through the cracks in the ruined temple, and each beam was covered with golden dust.

The man stood in the morning light, like a Buddha. The scars on the head are like stigmatmas.

"Are you awake?"

Wuxin turned his back to him, and the voice came. Jinxiu knew that he was standing at the door.

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Once upon a time, he thought that the evening drum and morning bell of Wenxin Temple was the destination of his life, and he thought that he could find his way back by seeking Buddha.

But everything has a way, it is difficult to find the heart, greed, hatred, hatred, can't ask for it, and can't let go.

Like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity, should be viewed as such, this sentence is so ridiculous, do you think you can ask for joy like this?

Don't do it, the sea of bitterness is surging, he has already sunk into a demon.

The Temple of Asking the Heart is the heart first, since he doesn't understand the heart, then it's okay to have no heart!

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"Do you know, how many people I killed in order to find the owner of this jade pendant?"

"I don't know. Jinxiu touched her waist, which had been bandaged and didn't seem to hurt at all. "If you're looking for me, you've found it. ”

The unintentional monk turned around, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes that regarded human life as a mustard.

"Do you remember your father?"

"Yes. ”

"What's his name?"

"I don't know. ”

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If he hadn't died, he would have been so big.

The heartless monk watched Jinxiu go away, and then looked down at his hand.

has been in the devil for a long time, and at this moment, the stiff heart suddenly has a glimmer of life.

Ahh

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Jinxiu was thinking about her conversation with him all the way.

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name, but the sword my father gave me has the word Jinxiu on it, so it's called Jinxiu. ”

"Then I'll give you a new one. Wuxin's voice suddenly became excited, with temptation and caution, and then suddenly it was normal, "It's better to call it Jinxiu." ”

"Yun has no intention to come out. Yun Izuxiu...."Unintentionally, there is a person chattering. It seems that Wuxin is starting to regret it again, and he really plans to name Jinxiu again.

Jinxiu was uneasy about this feeling, especially when the man was a moody murderer.

"I'm leaving. ”

"Shall I give you permission to go?"

"I have important things to do. ”

Persistence is written on Jinxiu's face.

A young man and a monk faced each other for a long time.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to finish this, and then you don't want to leave. There is no doubt in the words of the heartless.