The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

But for Murong Bai and Mu Zhengrong, if they can't take advantage of such a good opportunity to help Mu Zhengrong completely win back the heart of mutual understanding, then Mu Zhengrong will waste all his efforts in this relationship. Occupy such a big opportunity.

Murong Bai accompanied Mu Zhengrong to Liubai Temple for a while, but they only had a conversation with Lingxi Zhixia, and then they bid farewell.

After all, it is impossible for him to replace Mu Zhengrong to help him flirt with girls, and Dong Jun has to do the rest.

Because both Murong Bai and Mu Zhengrong knew in their hearts that although there was no definite news yet, Prince Xuanxiao was definitely doomed.

Shuangxiu made an all-out attack, and Qingxiang Bailian painstakingly planned, and the spirit of Senyu secretly promoted it. If Prince Xuanxiao survived, it would be too much for heaven.

Mu Zhengrong has already fulfilled his promise to the Taoist sect, that is to say, in the future even if some new prince jumps out of the Sen Prison to preside over the invasion of the plight, Mu Zhengrong, who is not a disciple of Daozhen, has enough excuses to go to the Taoist sect. ignore it.

With this feeling in his heart, after leaving Liubai Temple, Murong Bai's mood can be described as relaxed and happy.

Because he has been busy for a long time after entering the Jianghu, and he has finally completed the obsession of his mind when he first entered the Jianghu.

Although the difficult situation in the future will not usher in real peace, but for Murong Bai, he no longer has to bother and worry about making arrangements in all directions.

Anyway, he is not a fragrant white lotus who lives in Yubo Pond in Cuihuan Mountain, as long as he is optimistic about his family's one-acre three-point land, it is enough for Murong Bai.

Chapter 729 Hibiscus Heart

Chapter 729

The moon is curved, and the cold stars are dotted.

On Qinggeng Mountain, the woman sat with her knees hugged on a bluestone, looking at the scenery of the mountain, her eyes were a little hazy.

A gust of night wind blows away, although it blows away the mist in the mountains, it really can't blow away the sorrow that has been condensed in the woman's heart for many days.

She really wanted to rush into this river and lake regardless, but when she thought about her original intention of choosing to retire from the rivers and lakes, the embroidered shoe that had already taken half a step outside the Qinggeng fairyland, she unknowingly came back again. Back again.

She can't be willful.

She couldn't bring the nightmare that had haunted her for many years to his side.

That demon, that demon, that neither demon nor demon, the father of boasting illusions.

"Plucking hibiscus in the river, orchids are full of fragrant grass. Who do you want to leave behind? The thought is far away..."

There was a low groan in his mouth, but the sadness in his eyes became much stronger because of it.

The woman who was immersed in her own world didn't realize that there was a daoist figure in white walking up to her step by step along the winding mountain road.

It was Murong Bai who had just escaped from the turmoil in the arena.

Seeing the scene where the generation of heroes of the ancient mausoleum passed away and finally walked towards the end of the scene with such a posture, Murong Bai felt suddenly moved, and also lost the plan to go to the Daozhen Southern Sect to see Shi Dongji's embarrassing posture, but stayed with him After Mu Zhengrong walked past Liubai Temple, he turned directly to Qinggeng Wonderland.

Cultivating the Tao, the essence of cultivation is the word "Xiaoyao".

If you want to sit back and hope for a long life, the road has a certain period of time, and walking with your heart and nature is the right way.

Only Qiulao and Funv lived in the whole Qinggeng fairyland, and these few days seemed to be the time for Qiulao to go to the Furong shop at the foot of the mountain to see the sales.

So much so that Murong Bai traveled all the way, and all he could see was silence except silence.

I followed the woman's aura all the way to find it, and as far as I could see, it was a beautiful woman in white clothed in silver, just like Chang'e under the moon.

Murong Bai was overjoyed, and was about to go forward to talk to the lady, but when he came close, he happened to hear the whisper from the lady's mouth.

And the intense sadness emanating from the woman's body and mind made Murong Bai's heart ache even more.

Shejiang picks hibiscus, Lanze has many fragrant grasses.

Who do you want to leave behind?Thinking far away.

Still looking at the old town, the long road is long.

Stay together, sorrow and die.

It turned out that she, who seemed careless and laughed all day long, actually hid so much hatred in her heart?

Earlier, I had joked with Tired Shoutian, saying that he should not let down Po Rushuang's deep love, and taught him to hold on to the person in front of him, and not to go to those messy things like Duan Shou Tian.

But looking back at myself now, it turns out that everyone is normal.

what!

Murong Bai's eyebrows and eyes could not help showing a bit of self-mockery, but more and more, it was just helplessness.

The turmoil in the rivers and lakes is difficult to calm down, and the hardships and catastrophes are endless.

The congenital nature of adversity is mostly the primordial spirit in the body, and the golden core is successful.

And because of the special laws of the world, once one's cultivation is sufficient, one's lifespan can easily reach thousands of years.

I am destined not to be a hermit who hides from the world, and I am destined not to stay in this world for a long time. Even after going through so many worlds, Murong Bai is no longer pure and good, but he will not be able to do the absurdity of only greedy for one-night sex act.

Because of his way, he still has a bottom line in his heart.

But tonight, seeing the sorrow lingering around the woman's body, Murong Bai suddenly felt that his persistence in the past was just a joke.

It's not that he doesn't understand her mind, it's just that he doesn't want to understand.

Or, dare not understand?

Taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly turned firm.

When looking at the woman again, the hesitation and hesitation that were common in the past are also missing.

Bodhi does not have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from?