Fuji Avenue

Chapter 302 The past life is like a dream
Mu Wanfeng fled in a panic.

The light behind him never disappears, nor does it approach, I don't know if he has found his trace.

She suddenly remembered that on the way to escape, she encountered a lone monk from Chang Yuanzong who called himself He Yu, who for some reason let her go.

But I don't know if there will be such luck in the future.

She couldn't help but began to imagine what the consequences would be if she was really arrested this time.

Too much debt.

Colluding with the horned demon, body and soul will be destroyed!
Trading magic horns will implicate the nine clans!
Killing the son of He Fang is hard to find!
That's all for nothing, no matter how severe the punishment for oneself is, the solution is to die at worst.

The fear is that Wei Buer, Shizun, Huo Hu, and Yun Yinzong will be implicated.

If due to one's own fault, these closest people were harmed, it would be impossible to atone for the crime even if one dies.

As he fled forward anxiously, he seemed to see a flickering light at the end of his line of sight.

She quickly changed her direction and headed south.

I don't know how many miles I have escaped, and I seem to see the inspecting monk again.

Just like this, they kept fleeing and changing directions, the circle they could move in became smaller and smaller, and the figures of patrolling monks became denser and denser.

The luck in her heart was gradually fading away.

Secretly said in my heart: "Ever since my soul was entrusted to this body, everything has gone wrong, I can't help laughing in a brothel show; He has been seeking to survive in the face of death, to survive in the face of adversity, and it coincides with the unyielding survival of this [Phantom Leaf Nirvana Butterfly], and finally entered the realm of psychic communication by luck."

"I thought that time would come and go, and God gave me all kinds of suffering, just to make me stronger, not afraid of the weight of life, the suffering of survival, and the difficulty of the road, so that I can have the sweetness of suffering. It's a fantasy."

After thinking about it again, I chose the way of trading magic horns, and I have encountered life and death disasters several times. Thanks to Wei Buer and Huo Hu who sacrificed their lives to save them, they were able to survive.

I have been struggling on the cliffs for so long, and I have taken a fatal road. Where is the good luck in God, I gave it all to myself.

It is also reasonable to fall into the current situation.

Cause and effect are all up to oneself.

The grief in her heart was indescribable for a moment.

On the road ahead, there was another voice.

She looked up, shook her head, and changed her escape direction again.

There are not many paths left to choose from.

Panicked, he thought of his previous life, the world of Dazhou Academy, the vast southern border.

Dressed in bright yellow palace attire, with the halo of a young foundation-building genius, he looked at a group of down-and-out monks who had fled from Qiyun, with high spirits, scolding Fang Qiu, and looking forward to the future infinitely.

Unexpectedly, despite all the hard work and hard work, after a hundred years, she is still building her foundation and becoming an old woman.

Wronged to marry a husband, gave birth to a daughter, watching the monks who had fled have achieved alchemy, it is really miserable and unspeakable.

To be old, to be old, to be miserable.

Shouyuan is approaching, and he is reduced to compete with a group of young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth to compete for the opportunity of the secret realm.

The final result of the chance in the secret realm was indeed a dying struggle, a dream was extinguished, and he was sent to the Hongran Realm.

Who would have thought that it would be the beginning of another cycle of suffering.

"May I ask what crime I have committed, reincarnation, you want to torture me like this?"

She asked sadly in her heart.

Samsara didn't reply, but Chang Yuanzong's cultivator said, "I'll arrest you if you don't fight, I'll spare you!"

The sound came from the front, blocking the final direction.

She stopped sadly and looked around.

The night was dark and moonless, although the sky was full of stars, it was still not my favorite scenery.

"I want to see the moon." She whispered.

After a while, Shi Shi ran into the canopy of a big tree.

I wanted to wrap myself tightly with dense branches and leaves.

But when he stretched out his hand to the branch, he suddenly felt that it was futile, so he gave up the idea.

Sitting cross-legged on a branch, quietly waiting for death to come.

Maybe the night is too dark and quiet.

She recalled the scene when she captured her soul from another world.

In the dark room, there is a square table with a guzheng on it, and a cold bottle next to the guzheng, which contains deadly poison.

The strings are still vibrating slightly, and the lingering sound is not faint, which shows that the swan song has just been played.

The owner of this body wished to die due to suffering and abandonment, and fulfilled himself.

From then on, she inherited the girl's memory, inherited her piano skills and singing voice, and changed her name to Mu Wanfeng.

In this unaccompanied Hongran world, he walked on with difficulty and determination.

Whispering softly, the storage bag opened.

A xylophone is on the knees.

When you come to this world, you are accompanied by the sound of the piano, and when you leave, you should also go with the sound of the piano.

She suddenly wanted to play the piano.

……

The footsteps of the night gradually became denser, and several teams of Chang Yuanzong monks found nearby.

Everyone took out the magic weapon, and Fang was going to take down the sinner.A sombre-faced monk from the ground and bridge realm rushed towards the crown of the tree in the first place.

"slow!"

An extremely handsome Earth Bridge cultivator with a straight nose, sword eyebrows and star eyes suddenly stopped speaking, "He Shi wait a minute, let me do it."

On the side, a monk named He Shi shouted: "What are you doing? You missed a big deal, can you afford it?"

The man smiled and said: "I will bear all the mistakes."

He Shi only snorted coldly, his face full of ridicule, as if he wanted to see his joke.

The man nodded at him, and looked at the woman hiding in the canopy.

With a look of pity on his face, he fled forward a few feet, and said to the crown of the tree where the girl was hiding with a pleasant face, "Daoist friend, I am Chang Yuanzong Fufufeng He Yu. I guarantee with my life that as long as the girl is dead, she will be arrested and the girl will be killed." Frankly confess everything, I, He Yu, will definitely save the girl's life!"

After a while, I heard a sweet and elegant female voice from the canopy: "I committed a heinous crime, you, a monk at the bridge level, can afford it. I appreciate the kindness of fellow Taoists, but I can't believe what you said .”

Another monk in the ground bridge realm clapped his hands and laughed mockingly: "He Yu, you idiot, do you think other people are as stupid as you?"

But He Yu ignored him, and sincerely persuaded him to the top of the tree: "If the girl doesn't believe me, I would like to swear the oath of the soul, our lives are connected, and I will never lie to you."

As soon as the voice fell, there were several clanging sounds suddenly heard in the canopy of the tree.

……

As soon as the sound of the piano rang, the memories gradually flowed.

Mu Wanfeng raised his right hand, pinned his ring finger, hooked his index finger, and the passionate melody of the piano sounded.

The first rhythm starts cheerfully and keeps going high, the melody is light and joyful.

In her mind is the high-spirited and vigorous girl in light yellow palace dress.

Soon the rhythm reaches its peak, then gradually sinks into a miserable mood, until it stops with a "clang".

It is the swan song of an old woman who has been struggling for the way for a hundred years but has no results.

The sound cut off a little, and the faint sound of the piano gradually rose.

She thought of being reborn in the darkroom.

From then on, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and it kept jumping back and forth among emotions such as anxiety, struggle, desperate, despair, and unyielding.

It is the situation of trying to survive these years.

The melody is very pleasant at the beginning, but it is unimaginably complicated at this stage, and the heart is jumping with fear.

Mu Wanfeng looked at the vast and quiet night, her fingers were dancing, there was no wave in her heart, all the emotions were poured into her fingers.

But He Yu felt sad when he heard that, and walked towards the crown of the tree slowly and foolishly.

Fang took two steps, and suddenly heard He Shi yelling: "What are you playing? It's so noisy, it sounds terrible!"

At the same time as the words were heard, a sword shot out from behind, splitting the tree crown in half in an instant.

Then, like a searchlight, a white awn shines on the exposed part of the canopy.

A very beautiful girl is sitting cross-legged on a tree trunk.

She looked at the two broken zithers in front of her with sad eyes, which were cut off by the sword light, and the sound of the zither stopped.

When He An saw him, he laughed loudly, "It turns out that he is such a wonderful person, no wonder you feel sorry for him."

There was an extra black pocket in his hand, and he said sinisterly, "Why do you have the nerve to keep such a beautiful woman?"

As he said that, the black pocket suddenly opened wide, heading towards the crown of the tree.

He Yu's face was startled, and he quickly waved his sword to block it...

Mu Wanfeng didn't care about the ups and downs around him, looked at the broken piano, and thought to himself: "Isn't it possible to finish playing the last song?"

Suddenly he took out a bronze mirror from his bosom, and slightly injected mana into it.

A dim light floated on the mirror surface, showing a familiar picture from a few years ago.

I saw corpses all over the ground in the compliance courtyard, myself and Gu Yousheng were beside the rockery, talking inappropriately.

In the far corridor, a young man with a handsome face was looking at him in fear.

She smiled at the mirror, shook her head again, her eyes were empty, and distant and clear memories flooded over like a flood...

……

"Let's go!"

The monk who steered the boat turned back to the rudder and went straight to Ganlong.

After walking for a few miles, Buer called to him, "Just put me here."

"Are you crazy?" The other party was taken aback, "There are monks from Chang Yuanzong all around here, if they are caught, how can it be better than you?"

"I can handle it myself."

He immediately paid the final payment, got off the flying boat by himself, and fled along the place where he sensed the accident.

This place is still within the wild mountains of Qin Nan.

Mountains, forests, night, the sound of cicadas, people in a hurry.

It makes everything look depressing and difficult.

After walking for four or five miles, he saw the group of monks from afar again. He simply took out his mask, changed his appearance in a hurry, bypassed a few people, and went deeper.

Unexpectedly, these people seem to be carrying some kind of large-scale detection magic weapon, and they run straight towards Buer and surround them right away.

"Stand still," the leading monk shouted, "Which sect is the monk, what's his name?"

Buer changed his voice, and replied respectfully: "Jia Sanyi, a disciple of Shennongmen."

"Qin Nan is banned, don't you know?"

"Because of my master's order, I came back from the northwest military camp on leave to return to the sect. I buried my head on the road and only took shortcuts. I didn't meet any fellow Taoists to give me advice, so I walked all the way here."

As he said that, he threw an aura of light into the sleeve of the leading monk.

"Understood," the cultivator touched his sleeve and saw some mid-level spirit stones, and immediately calmed down, "Go to the north of Sichuan, and let me see it again, you will suffer."

Bu Er repeatedly thanked, turned and went back.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard whispers behind him, as if several monks were talking together.

After a while, he was stopped by the leading monk again, "Wait."

He came slowly, "Where is your identity token, let me see it."

Bu'er turned around calmly, thinking to himself: "You can't take out the token of Yun Yinzong."

Then he pretended to look at the storage bag, patted his head, and said angrily: "I left in a hurry..."

The leading monk grinned and said, "Everyone, take this guy down, and I'll know there's something tricky about it."

Another team member replied: "Maybe it is also a big fish..."

Before the words were finished, a figure appeared strangely behind them, and the heads of the two flew together in mid-air, blood splattered everywhere, and the corpses lay in the wilderness.

The rest of the people were so frightened that they were about to release the siren, when a sword light streaked across the night sky, and the corpses all fell to the ground.

Bu Er sneered in his heart, this kind of greedy monk can only live up to now in Chang Yuanzong.

He also thought about it, since he deliberately didn't draw out the red and blue sharp blades, he shouldn't have left any obvious marks.

At this moment, I was in a hurry, and I couldn't take care of disposing of the corpse, so I buried it in a hurry, and then went eastward according to the induction.

But he didn't know that a breeze came slowly behind him.

With a flash of black light, she turned into a stunning beauty with short hair and tight clothes, and stopped at the place where the corpse was buried.

With cold eyes, he took out a black vial from his arms, and dropped a drop of black liquid into the soil.

Then there was a sound of boiling from Sla, and a puddle of black water bubbled up from the place where the corpse was buried.

In an instant, all the corpses turned into black water, and then into black air, scattered in mid-air.

The short-haired beauty put away the vial, and the black light flashed faintly, and then turned into a wisp of breeze and swayed away.

……

Bu Er hurried all the way to the east, and encountered several teams led by monks in the psychic realm one after another. It was important to interrogate them.

Left and right, he had already changed his appearance, and started to kill again. He was even more afraid of delaying the time to save people, so he killed all the way, so that the victim would not even have a chance to ask for help.

After walking for a few miles, no one came after him.

I felt a little weird in my heart.The secret way is that no matter how agile his hands and feet are, the people in Fudo Peak should have noticed something strange.

"Never mind him!" He turned ruthless, "I didn't find it better, or else I'll get one and I'll kill a pair."

He was really angry this time.

In the past few times, Fudo Peak was only looking for troubles from Yun Yinzong.

He shrank behind the sect, although the big tree of Yunyinzong was crumbling by the strong wind and rain, but his leaf was still growing firmly on the branch.

Besides, Chang Yuanzong's colossus, compared to his energy, is like the sea and a leaf, a gull in the sky, which is not of the same order of magnitude at all.

Even Li Qingyun and Yun Yinzong and a group of ground bridge masters could only swallow their anger, and he didn't dare to think about it.

But this time, it was unbearable.

Mu Wanfeng had such a miserable life in this life, and when he came back from East China Sea this time, he must get rid of the magic pattern.

After finally looking forward to a new student, to be targeted by Fudo Peak again, it is simply too deceptive.

He also got involved in Mu Wanfeng's business a few times.

If Mu Wanfeng is caught, even he will implicate the Nine Clans, and their souls will be wiped out.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Now that he has a murderous look on his body, coupled with his ferocious expression, it may not be wrong for others to think that he is a demon cultivator who has walked into the path of killing.

The hard granules of Baihui acupoint swell faintly, and it seems that there is a strange breath overflowing from the granules, rushing to all parts of the body through the meridians of the head.

This breath infiltrated the body of the meridians, making him gradually feel a strange feeling in his body, as if he had added a lot of brute force out of thin air, every step he took was like a sharp sword, and it flew away from the forest like a bolt of lightning...

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