On the other side of Lei Chi, a stone door slowly opened to both sides, revealing a slender figure, this person was dressed in white, his appearance was extremely handsome, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, he raised a spear obliquely, the tip of the spear dragged the ground, and with the pace of the man in white, a spark was rubbed on the bluestone slab.

"This is ......" Fu Jingnian stared at the thunder pool that covered an area of one hundred and ten zhang, the spear in his hand trembled, and the silver snake swam and entangled, letting out a long roar.

Fu Jingnian frowned, and his body actually had a strong intimacy with this thunder pool, which seemed to call him to set foot in the thunder pool.

This feeling was like a mother calling for a nurse, which made him extremely comfortable, Fu Jingnian strained his palm, clenched the spear tightly, and said to Zhu Lingwan on his back: "Wan'er, don't you want to walk around, I'll come when I go." ”

After that, he put Zhu Lingwan down gently, leaned on a piece of bluestone clay, and tried to click step by step.

A tingling sensation came from the toes, but it was not sharp, but like a panacea, it rushed from the toes into the body and melted into the flesh and bones.

Fu Jingnian's mind moved, and he clearly felt that every thunderbolt entered his body, and his ** strength became stronger.

Fu Jingnian laughed loudly, stuck his spear on the ground, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to exercise.

Suddenly, the wind thundered where Fu Jing was located in the thunder pool, and a trace of silver snakes surged from all directions, with Fu Jingnian as the central point, and they were swallowed one by one.

The momentum of the spear was even greater, and the magic pattern of the pitch-black spear blade flashed, absorbing the thunder and lightning into the body, forming a picture of a hundred rivers entering the sea

On the other side, everyone's eyes focused on a black-clothed figure in the thunder pool, and every time a thunderbolt fell, the black-clothed figure's body would tremble uncontrollably, but even so, the black-clothed figure still staggered forward.

A thunderbolt fell, Xiao Wuchang knelt on the ground, his clothes were tattered, his cloak was scattered, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, "Apprentice, don't be afraid, as a teacher, I will find the elixir for you." Xiao Wuchang wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, his cloudy and tired eyes showed firmness, and he walked towards the third layer step by step.

"Fellow Daoist, the old man can help you. The monk's face was solemn, he took out a black iron bowl from his arms, and threw it at the top of Xiao Wuchang's head, the bowl of bowl was surrounded by Buddha light, the color was round, and it rose in the air when it encountered the wind, and when it was across Xiao Wuchang's head, it was like a dome canopy, and the thunder and lightning hit the bowl, sending out a crisp tom sound, and there would be a small pothole at the place where it was hit, looking at its appearance, it should not be able to support it for long, but it could always block him from a moment of wind and rain, Xiao Wuchang turned back and smiled at the monk with gratitude.

The poisonous flower mother-in-law sneered and sneered: "Monk, don't you believe in inaction the most in your life, your fate is determined by heaven, no matter what he does." How can you be willing to take out the black iron bowl to protect others?"

The monk smiled and said, "How can a monk not save him when he sees death? Besides, saving someone's life is better than a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the old man has to save some virtue for himself, donor, do you think that's the reason?"

Hearing this, Poison Flower's mother-in-law trembled with laughter, shook her head and sneered: "The old woman just doesn't want him to die when she sees you, I'm afraid that there is no pathway, and she says it so high-sounding, she is so old, and she doesn't know what to do, the older she is, the thicker her skin is." ”

The monk snorted, but said with a smile: "If you don't see it through, you're still a good Taoist friend." ”

Hearing this, the mother-in-law of Poison Flower, who had an extremely ugly face, turned her eyes like a girl, and said coquettishly: "People are difficult to dismantle." ”

If someone else sees the posture of this little woman who is ruthless and ruthless, they will be dumbfounded and stunned.

The monk was suddenly stunned, looking back on the past, how many years had he not seen her smile, and couldn't help but sigh: "Qing'er, I hurt you back then." ”

Granny Poison Flower glanced at him, her ugly face showed a trace of sadness, but this sadness just appeared on her face, but it turned into a sneer in a blink of an eye, and sneered: "Don't tell the old woman that, if it wasn't for that little slut back then, why would I be here now?

Do you remember that day, in the summer twilight, I happily brought you to her for the first time, the three of us sat on the top of the mountain, watching the glory of the clouds burning in the west, you hugged me tightly, watched my cheeks flush, and you could see the obsession in my eyes, the soft whispers in my arms, and the tickling aftertaste in my ears? I just leaned on your arms, let the damp wind gently stir my bangs, I could feel your warmth in the dark, I could stare at your eyes wantonly without concealment.

Next to her, she also smiled very happily, I remember that she jokingly told me that she would find a man who is almost as gentle as you as a husband in the future.

Do you know. I thought I was the happiest person in the world, and I even thought that it would be nice to die with you just like that.

Oh, the sky has eyes, she did find a man as gentle as you later, and I, Mu Ziqing, lost you forever, and the two people I value the most in my life have joined forces to betray me.

Bai Qingfeng, do you think I'm the funniest person in the world?"

The monk's eyes were red, looking at the ugly and sneering face of the poisonous flower mother-in-law, he wanted to reach out and hold her into his arms, but in the end, his hand hung in the air, and thousands of words turned into a sorry.

"What's the use of being sorry. Granny Poison Flower glanced at the little novice on the monk's shoulder. Then he closed his eyes and muttered softly: "That's it, don't mention the past, not to mention that she is dead, and we are so old." Let's teach young people to do the things that are going to be stormy.

Alas, old and old, the years are not forgiving, you are no longer the white Qingfeng who was in the prime of life, and I am no longer young and beautiful, now I am just a wrinkled and ugly bad old woman. “

Bai Qingfeng suddenly had an impulse at this time, he wanted to hold Qing'er tightly in his arms, and then tell her loudly, you are the most beautiful in my Bai Qingfeng's eyes!

His throat moved, and he tried to say something several times, but he didn't say it.

Do you know, how I want to hold you, in the afternoon when the autumn wind blows the leaves, sitting under the old tree where we used to date, watching the withered sycamore leaves whisper weakly in the wind, forgetting the rivers and lakes, forgetting the bonds, holding you like this, kissing your tears, letting all the sourness melt into the warmth of snuggling, letting your tears soak my clothes.

I think that Wen Cun at that moment will definitely have more tenderness and less bitterness in the bleak autumn.

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