Legend of the Great Saint

Xuan Ming Dong Fu

Pi Yangqiu has been ordered to leave, leaving Li Qingshan alone, stretching his limbs lying on the water.

From this point of view, Xuan Ming Dong is like a deep well. The wellhead is a round gray sky. It is hovering above the darkness and falling into his dark eyes. The drizzle sways a round of rims. Thick black long hair is also spread out to float with the waves.

He has become a god, and all the gods are inhabited by his divinity. Everything that happens outside the city of Vientiane, he almost witnessed it, and his mood was not calm for a long time.

He never felt that he had any kind of favor for anyone, and he never expected such a return. As he never expected, there is such a statue standing outside the city of Vientiane.

So if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed! What is the so-called. Even if he was confronted by his former robe, he was not surprised or angry, but it was inevitable that he would be a bit sighed.

After all, the general trend, after all, the destiny is difficult to violate... To put it bluntly, he never asked others to be like "Li Qingshan."

"It's too arrogant!" He suddenly smiled, full of self-deprecating, but very happy. "Why can't others like Li Qingshan, Li Qingshan has something amazing!"

A blood rushing in the chest, like the magma that rushes under the surface, is a warmth that has not been felt for a long time. He seems to have been floating on this black water for too long, listening to the lament and prayer of the mortal beings.

So he sat up and whispered, "With the robes, fight with me again!"

The sound came from the black hair that fell from him, only echoing in the cave, but the will of the gods will be passed to Ashura, once again recalling his soldiers.

There is no clothes, and the same robes. There is no clothes, and you have the same hatred.

"This hatred, I will report it for you right away!"

The figure of Li Qingshan disappeared in the Xuanming Dongfu. Those who exerted power and pressure on them will feel greater power and pressure. It will be the wrath of the gods.

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Herb Garden

Sunrise, the date defined by Dai Mengfan, approximating. Wan Jianfeng outside the park has become more and more daring, ready to go into the park, kill Li Fengyuan, or have "her".

At this time, it is at dusk, the red day has not fallen, and the string has risen.

The Herb Garden was immersed in an unprecedented silence, without the busy figures of the disciples, leaving a shadow in the garden.

Only the vegetation is still prosperous, and I am ignorant of this world.

Luyao Zhuji has made up his mind, still inevitably tightening his heartstrings and gradually feel the coolness in the evening wind.

This will be her last time in the herb garden. She is not as greedy and fearful as Dai Mengfan, but perhaps only when she leaves, she feels that time is short and the millennium is fleeting.

She simply let go of all the distractions and concentrate on giving the last care of these plants.

The nine-color deer was quietly accompanied by her, and the gentle and moist deer was full of pity. The price was too heavy for her. Everything was for the "man."

The nine-color deer also looked up on the hillside, and Li Fengyuan sat down under the Bodhi tree. His face was resolutely determined. It seemed to be a sorghum ready to squat, and he had completely set his life and death.

"Hey, your kid is letting go!"

The nine-color deer no longer blames the "man", but can't help but think of the autumn night many years ago, and the "man", I feel that "a drink is a slap in the face."

In Bailucheng, he took a group of cockroaches to drink flowers and wine, and used a tree peach to change their meal, but in the dead of night, he sighed the death of the peach tree.

Perhaps it was at that moment that he moved the heartstring of Yaozhu. Therefore, she will bet on the initial assessment, bet on his good and evil.

That time, she gambled and won a small profit. Only this time, the bet is her own, and regardless of the outcome, she is meaningless to her.

The crime of rebellion, there is no life.

This kind of gamble that must be lost, even a gambler like Lotte will never participate, so she can not be regarded as a real gambler after all, she is just as many years ago, persistently believe in "the man".

Believe that "the man", even if it is violent, even if it is decided, but the heart will always be good and will not be with the people.

Suddenly, Li Fengyuan under the Bodhi tree opened his eyes and waved at the distance.

The nine-color deer looked at him in the direction of waving his hand, and he couldn't help but round his eyes. He quickly smashed the bamboo with his horns and shouted: "Wood, wood!"

"what happened?"

Zhuo Yaozhu was burying his head in the flowers and trees, and he couldn’t help but raise his head.

In the evening light of Hung Hom, a tall figure is striding forward.

A few steps went to her, with a familiar smile on her face, and called "Yazhu", she held her arms tightly in her arms.

Everything happened so suddenly, she didn't have time to make any reaction, but she felt that the heartstrings were relaxed, and the shoulders put down a thousand heavy burdens, and there was no more strength, but the eyes were red.

The nine-color deer also refused to separate them, only to feel that they were in a lifetime. They all have no reason to believe that as long as this man appears, all problems will be solved.

The nine-color deer yelled: "Li Qingshan, your kid... Your boy is finally back! You know, Guihai Zun has already announced that you have defected to the demon domain! In order to save your unlucky son, Yaozhu closed the herb garden. We are almost killed by you!"

Li Qingshan laughed and said nothing, but he looked as usual, his manners were peaceful, and there was a little bit of magic on his body. The most fragrant unicorn was just like this. When looking at the bamboo, he was full of tenderness.

"I know you won't..." Yan Yaozhu whispered, but his face was red, and he wanted to break away from Li Qingshan's arms.

Li Qingshan was more forceful to hold her tight, and she took a sigh of relief, and he should not let her suffer any grievances.

Li Fengyuan sighed in his heart and stood up and carefully examined Li Qingshan.

If Li Qingshan feels it, he will look back and look at Li Fengyuan up and down.

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Nine-color deer said: "You can't bother your eyes! Wan Jianfeng is about to come in!"

"Wan Shidi! Oh, his courage is not small, dare to bully us Yaozhu!"

"Wan Shi brother is also ordered to act, you do not blame him." Yan Yao bamboo softly, she knows that Li Qingshan is extremely murderous, I am afraid that he injured Wan Jianfeng, and broke the same door.

"Do you wear the dream of dreaming?"

"Dai Shijie is also a last resort, and Lingzun must let her be a master sister."

"So, everything blames the old turtle!"

"Ling respects him only to follow the law of the Zongmen. Hey, he will be confused, he will be wrong, thinking that you will break into the magic domain, just solve the misunderstanding."

"You, you! Still." Li Qingshan shook his head and looked at the direction of the Vientiane: "I will go to the sea to understand clearly!"