"Amitabha..."

After listening to Ding Xiaoyao's recounting of the past, Master Huiku folded his hands and slowly said a Buddha noise. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I never thought that the two would have this experience, it was really a fool.

"Carefree, there must be a cause and effect, the cause of yesterday, the fruit of today, since you and this female benefactor have cause and effect, then it is inconvenient for the old man to ask..."

With a sigh, he turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and Master Huiku read in a loud voice.

"Ding Xiaoyao, since that day, I haven't seen you again, do you know that I have waited for you so hard?"

On the other side, Meimu looked directly at Ding Xiaoyao, took a step forward as cold as frost, and scolded with a cold expression.

Why did he take away the Zifeng Sword that day? I hope that one day, Ding Xiaoyao will come to the Su Nu Pavilion to return this sword!

I just want to... See him a few more times!

However, after that day, there were two pieces of news coming out of the rivers and lakes, one was that the three major grandmasters joined forces to kill the soul-snatching and scattering people, and the other was that the new pavilion master of the Su Nu Pavilion was as cold as frost and his skills were unfathomable, and Ding Xiaoyao trespassed into the Su Nu Pavilion and returned with serious injuries!

Since then, Ding Xiaoyao has been ethereal and nowhere to be found.

No matter how much you try, you can't find it!

"Alas... Like frost, I am a person who is idle and wild cranes, traveling the world, without worry, why are you so persistent?"

Caressing the white hair on his temples, his eyes were full of guilt, and Ding Xiaoyao sighed.

It's just that Ding Xiaoyao is indeed avoiding Leng Rushuang, because he knows that the other party will not easily let go of his attachment!

If you want to break off this relationship, you can only see each other again in this life!

"Hmph, you're so ruthless! Let me wait for thirty years!"

There was affection in her beautiful eyes, but there was a hint of hatred, and her red lips were as cold as frost, and she scolded coquettishly.

"Time flies, and in a flash, it is thirty years... It's like frost, it's time to put it down..."

Hearing this, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, Ding Xiaoyao said comfortingly.

"Hmph, let it go, it's not easy to talk about! Ding Xiaoyao, now that I know where you live in seclusion, you can't avoid me in this life!"

With a sneer, Meimu blinded the tombstone under the big tree, and said with a cold face.

Since Ding Xiaoyao lives here, and Mo Suxin is also buried here, Ding Xiaoyao will definitely not leave here!

If he still hides from himself, he stays here, and he will come back eventually!

Because... Mo Suxin is here!

"Amitabha, Lord of the Cold Pavilion, the twisted melon is not sweet, you are so persistent, it will only increase your troubles..."

Under the big tree, hearing the words that were as cold as frost, Master Huiku said a Buddha noise, and persuaded him earnestly.

"Master, it's not that I'm obsessed, it's that he bears me..."

The breeze was blowing, the three thousand white hair fluttered, shook his head, and said persistently as cold as frost.

Even after thirty years, I still can't forget Ding Xiaoyao, I can't forget...

"That's it, that's it, the love and love in the world are all demonic obstacles, the cause and effect between you and Xiaoyao, the old man is inconvenient to interfere, I just hope that the cold pavilion master can see it..."

Hearing that he was a monk and it was inconvenient to meddle in the affairs of men and women, Master Huiku slowly closed his eyes and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures.

"Ding Xiaoyao, I came here today, I came to see if you really live here, now that it has been confirmed, I will not stay for long..."

Meiyan and Ding Xiaoyao looked at each other, the two were silent, just looking at each other like this, after a long time, Leng Rushuang stroked his ears and temples, reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and read softly.

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyao was surprised in his heart, the other party came today, didn't he come to entangle himself?

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyao was silent, Leng Rushuang turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest with lotus steps, preparing to leave this place.

Suddenly, Fang had just taken a few steps, Leng Rushuang stopped his body, looked back at Ding Xiaoyao, and said leisurely: "Ding Xiaoyao, do you know... Not only have you failed me, but you have also been sorry for your own daughter..."

"What! like frost, what do you say?"

Hearing the cold words, Ding Xiaoyao's face was stunned, and then he hurriedly asked in surprise.

I had heard it wrong, and I... There is a daughter!

"Yes, since that day, I have had your child..."

The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, a trace of happiness flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he replied softly as cold as frost.

"Back then, you... I'm pregnant with my child!

I heard it again, this time Ding Xiaoyao heard it very clearly, he heard it right, he actually has a descendant!

Not far away, hearing what the two of them said, Ding Xiaoyao has a daughter! The Buddhist bead in his hand stopped, his body trembled slightly, and Master Huiku's face was shocked.

"Ding Xiaoyao, your daughter is now in the Su Nu Pavilion, if you are ruthless and don't even recognize your own daughter, then I am as cold as frost and love the wrong person..."

Mei was blinded by Ding Yao, and said with a cold face as frost, and then performed light skills and turned into a white butterfly and went away.

His eyes were stunned, looking at the shadow when he left as cold as frost, Ding Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and froze on the spot.

I can't be calm in my heart for a long time, I have been alone for decades, and I have left a descendant!

"Master..."

Recovering his mind, his eyes met with Master Huiku, Ding Xiaoyao said indifferently, and the joy in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

"Amitabha... Xiaoyao, since you have descendants, let's go and see her... After decades of wandering, aren't you tired?"

After saying a Buddha noise, the old man looked at Ding Xiaoyao, and Master Huiku suddenly asked seriously.

"I... Tired?"

Hearing this, his face was stagnant, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, Ding Xiaoyao suddenly muttered tiredly.

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At the same time, the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

Eighteen warrior monks armed with wooden sticks, glaring majestically, guarded a cave.

In the damp and dark cave, in a cell, a man dressed in a red robe and with a disheveled hair meditates cross-legged.

"Flutter!"

Suddenly, the man with the cloak spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Why! Still no! Still no!"

With his hands clenched and his teeth gritted, the man with the mantle roared wildly.

This person was injured by the hand that cut off the pulse of the reverse tendons, and the muscles and veins in his body were in chaos, and he was like the arrogance of a waste man!

A year, a whole year, Shangguan Ao has never given up, every day is cross-legged exercises, trying to reshape the muscles and veins in the body, restore martial arts, and escape from the cave!

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, it will be in vain, and in the end, his muscles and veins will be damaged, and the injuries will be added to the injury!

"White-clothed sword, you ruined my Liuyun Villa! Killed my father and my daughter! I must take revenge!

With a hideous face, wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, and attributing all the blame to Qin Xuan, Shangguan roared hoarsely.

"You all say... The Black Mansion is destroyed?"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Shangguan Ao looked crazy and muttered to himself.

"Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! White sword, you are so stupid, you ignore him! You actually ignore him! Hahaha!"

With that, Shangguan Ao looked out of the cave and laughed wildly.

.................. (To be continued.) )