Legend of the Great Saint

Wuzhou World

A man is walking on the road.

In the early morning hours, the sun has not risen, the sky is bright, and the vast wilderness is endless. The air is fresh and moist, and it is refreshing. His pace is also extraordinarily brisk, but each step must leave a deep footprint, full of energy and self-confidence, let the dew wet the clothes, and look as if walking in their own courtyard.

This is his world, his name is "Li Qingshan."

Don't pass the island with flowers and flowers, the aroma is still entwined at the tip of the nose. Nothing is more relaxing than the tenderness of a beautiful woman. What's more, it is still the best in the world, and the leader of the flower, even if it is far away, it still makes him relish. endless.

Looking back at what happened last night, riding this morning breeze, there is almost a slight feeling.

This trip to the hometown, following the trajectory of the long river of memory, I have seen the old people: Li Long, Zhou Yue, Yu Zijian, Hua Chenglu... have produced a lot of feelings, although there is no lack of loneliness and sadness. But overall it is still very happy.

Especially in the cave house where the flowers are exposed, the clouds are covered with rain, bathing and changing clothes, and I have been sleeping for a night. I feel that I am so light and that every bone is loose.

"Sure enough, after the war, there should be such a rest."

Because of this, he is not eager to visit the next "old man", but just walks in the wilderness.

Because the old man is too special, it is a woman he almost wants to marry - Han Qiongzhi.

At that time, he was a young man. Even though he had some strengths, he was deeply hidden. However, he had the love of her Miss Han, and she was desperate to be with him.

He has encountered many beautiful people in his life, but this kind of thing is only one. For him, it is not only the love of men and women, but also a very special kind of enlightenment.

The time I spent with her was almost the most peaceful and comfortable period of his life. There was no singular love, and the story was never a wonderful one. It was a story for him. It’s precious.

However, he could not spend his life so calmly, and all the things that happened later: deception, loss of appointment, separation, and still think back, still feel awkward.

So I don't want to see her in this state. I have to wait for this fragrance to disappear, and the aftertaste disappears.

Can not help but shake his head, this trip to the hometown, many people's performance is beyond his expectations, and sure enough, the human heart is the most unpredictable, even if the gods can not count.

At the same time, Baihua Dongfu.

In the water vapor of the dragonfly, the flower is exposed and stretched out, comfortably leaning against the hot spring pool, smiling and thinking: "Large brother Li, you think you are taking advantage of it, but I don't know if I take you. Make up for the regrets of the year, hehe!"

Who can think of the "Hundred Flowers Fairy" under the universal sky, has he always been obsessed with a man? But if you know that the man's name is "Li Qingshan", you will not be surprised.

However, Li Qingshan has always been a forgetful person, facing the sun, striding forward. Then with the rise of the sun, the aftertaste disappeared as quickly as the dew.

He took a deep breath, exhausted the last scent of flowers, and suddenly lost his smile. He felt like a husband looking for fun. Before entering the house, he should rectify his mood and rhetoric and wipe off the perfume and the hickey.

Waiting for a step across the miles, came to Han Qiongzhi and gave her a surprise, but suddenly there was a strange screaming through her mind.

He frowned, his subconscious ears listened, and all the sounds within a hundred miles were under his supervision, but he did not hear the source of the sound.

He can also put the scope of surveillance bigger and bigger than all the sounds of the whole world, but the sound is close at hand, and the near image is in the ear.

He covered his ears with both hands and isolated all the external sounds, and the humming sound still did not disappear.

His face sank, as if he understood what it was, slowly put his hands down, sighed and concentrated all his spirit to distinguish the humming sound. Finally, I gradually heard it clearly. It was the sound of countless human voices. It was all for men, women and children, but it was too slight and too complicated, so it was like a humming sound.

At the same time, he also felt that the collection and growth of power is not so powerful, but it is as vivid as it is, and it is more and more different from ordinary spiritual power.

Not only was he not happy, but his expression became more dignified and he stopped, as if he was on the abyss.

“Isn't that what you want?”

Li Qingshan smiled and talked to himself, shook his head helplessly, his hands fell to his side, and there was even a trace of sadness in his expression.

Even in the face of the most horrible enemy, countless times of the desperate dying, never showed such a demeanor.

That power, the humming sound, is the so-called "force of faith."

Everything is much faster than he imagined, perhaps the dream of last night has already been foreshadowing.

Like the deepest dark night, the bright light that shines out, in the name of "The King of Devils", all hopes, wishes, and beliefs are being brought to him.

Bit by bit, hundreds of rivers return to the sea.

Then the red star became more and more shining, gradually surpassing the array around it, representing the twelve magic stars of the twelve devils.

In the past, under the Black Cloud City and in front of the two armed forces, the military forces that hundreds of thousands of troops gathered in a short period of time could be ruined, not to mention the belief of the billion-dollar people, which will surely be assembled into incredible infinite power.

But what is the cost?

Li Qingshan is probably very clear. That is something more precious than life, something that would rather die than be lost - the gods and the nines change ~www.readwn.com~ only for the same.

However, I am afraid that the enemy will not be able to "break the ropes and cut the stones". He can already foresee that the influence of "belief" will become bigger and deeper. This is the path he has chosen and the price he must bear.

The woman of Qian Rongqi has not even acted.

The voice of a demon may be like a mosquito, but the sound of the collection of billions of demons must be thunderous, and it is continuous, never-ending, full of horror, anger, resentment, sorrow... everything in the world can be imagined, Or negative emotions that are unimaginable.

Yes, if you are satisfied with life, why bother asking God to worship Buddha? The human world is still unsatisfactory, and the masses of all beings are going to pursue the pure land of bliss, not to mention the opposite of the pure land of bliss, full of suffering and suffering.

He shook hands and curbed the urge to hold his ears. He can cut off all "noise" and cut off all beliefs.

However, he needs this power, and the enemy in the sky is coming!

The man who looks like a heavenly incarnation, but with a bear skin.

The master of the big hand that opened up the pure land and the magic soil - come to my Buddha.

No one is contending for what he is today. He needs the power of the mortal beings to have a chance to compete with them.

I only hope that by that day, Li Qingshan will be Li Qingshan.

Said the dreamer

I am back.