So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

Chen Wo lay down in a confused way, faintly hearing the voice of the long-browed old road and the black valley owner. I like the net. He has no strength, and the whole person seems to be trapped in the sea of ​​fire, and can only touch the boundless loneliness and despair.

He silently moved his lower lip: brother...

"Relieving the Taoist friends, Chen He seems to be somewhat conscious!" Long eyebrows are overjoyed.

Released and bowed, gently grabbed Chen Wo's slightly struggling right hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

After a while, Chen Wo was quiet, but his brows were wrinkled, and from time to time he showed a feeling of restlessness.

Chen Wo vaguely felt that he was standing in a desolate desert.

The sunset slanted, the twilight was bloody, and the stretch of sand dunes could not be seen at the end.

A man in a gray felt robe stood alone on the top of a sand dune. The black lacquered knife on the waist exudes a subtle spiritual fluctuation in the sunlight, long and short hair, some straight and vertical, more Hanging down to cover the forehead and eyes.

Chen He recognized him as a monk from the knife-shaped implement.

- Together with the scene of the previous robbery, Chen He felt that these were like watching the memory of the bead.

The memory of the bead has a voice, I can see myself, I can see the other people, I can distinguish the smallest details, but it is all remembered by the suffocation. The people in these scenes are standing there alone, Chen He can’t see the repair. in order.

The wind blows a trail of sand in the sand dunes.

The sand is mixed with tiny red particles, which is the flame sand. Here is where it is, and it is ready to go.

Red wind desert...

Chen Wo stiffly looks at the lonely people on the sand dunes.

Who will be like him, put a bead in the eyebrows of the eyebrows? Who has the ability to make Tiandao back to the time of four hundred years? Bei Xuan Tian Zun received a fragment of the bead that was scattered into the fog. Is it the past he saw at the moment?

From the flame sage, this completely strange name, once appeared, used to be himself.

Chen He was overwhelmed and felt inexplicably bitter.

Even if Tian Yanzheng hinted that his past life had soared in the form of a magical repair, the heavens and the earth could not be tolerated, and it was backed up for four hundred years. But this kind of knowing, like the words read on paper, the words heard in the ear, is a shallow impression. , far less than the shock that I saw with my own eyes!

- This is actually yourself?

Self-questioning heavy tapping in my heart, Chen He feels less than half-excited, and has no heart to fascination. There is only one kind of incredibility and embarrassment: If you have such strength, how can the brothers think about it for him.

Chen He’s thoughts on the post-sense, wait, brother?

Tian Yanzhen did not mention the release, Chen He did not think about this before, only thought that he became a magic repair, because the stone in the fire of Yunzhou. Because the brothers can fly, then what they say must fly.

Such a singer from the flames, such a self...not at all like to be released, if the release is early, why is it that Bei Xuan Tian Zun is coming, why did you not try to mention it?

Brother, are you gone?

Chen He’s heart was cold, and he could not stop shaking.

Just then, the person standing on the sand dunes suddenly jumped forward, reached out and dug, slowly touched a piece of glittering light from the bunker, which looked like the wreckage of a magic weapon.

He single-mindedly followed the place where the debris was found, and continued to search until the silver moon rose, eventually found nothing more, still refused to stop.

Chen He has seen his appearance.

Half of the face is familiar, and the other half of the face covered by the hair is a scar of a sultry person.

"No... not good!"

In this illusory memory, there was finally a second person. I saw a black and thin monk running towards the sand dunes. I was anxiously excited: "The East China Sea has laid down a killing order, and found a face that was destroyed by half." The monk, the boss, Yuanlou said that it would not be you."

The hand that was looking for it in the gravel stopped.

From the flames...or, at this time, people who are not the sacred sages look up.

The wind and sand blows up the messy hair. It seems to be lonely. After a long time, he whispered: "Don't worry about this. In the last ten years, everyone should not leave the switch. The Yuanlou is not so magical."

"But if you don't enter the Central Plains, it's easy for the sinister priests who have eyes on the top of the head!" The black-skinned monk said with a bitter face, "I am a one who is barely repaired to the late stage of the building, and so Many people lack the essence of the lack of herbs, nothing, this road to comprehension, compared to the original we did not sell salt!

Chen Wo suspiciously looked at the two people who spoke.

He knows that one is himself, another black and thin monk, the wind and frost seem to be rough and ugly, only a pair of savvy eyes are dripping, although most of the magic repairs are not trimmed, but this guy is too careless to stand with him. Even himself has become a desert horse thief, a wandering knife outside the customs.

"Which road is good to find in the world?" said the flame.

"Cough, not to go, the Central Plains is not too flat, the magic road and the right way four sects are fierce, Beihai County is more and more people are missing, fall out of the sky." Black skinny monk pickpockets, cautiously asked, "Boss Are you in a good mood today?"

He glanced at him from the flames: "I have a clear mind today."

"..."

The black and thin monks touched the nose: "The killing orders of Donghai Yuanlou were sent to the hurricane sages of the Western Regions. The boss has done a good job. After you came back a few years ago, you have more faces. Is it related to injury?"

I didn’t say anything from the flames, but I touched my face and I was so cold.

The black and thin monk saw the situation is not good, turned and ran, and escaped a few steps, found that he had forgotten something, and his head came back again: "Boss, the last thing you asked about is the spectrum, the one you got last time. The beads that can make you foggy, let you remember things occasionally, are a magical repair in Beijing. I don’t know if there is any, so I have to go to the capital to see. Now this one is not very good, it’s not good at the time, will it not? Like the elixir, there is a difference in the quality of the year? I am worried that you have forgotten this matter again, or find a way to go to the capital, you will save it, and you will eventually run out."

After you have finished handing over a stack of cloth full of words.

"The news is here."

Take the flame out of the hand and put the cloth into the storage bag.

Chen He heard that the monk was still whispering in his mouth: "Is there a treasure in this desert? If you have nothing to do, look for it... I have been rumbling in 20 years."

"Yellow thin."

"Ah, haha, I will leave, there is absolutely no more mouth," the black-skinned monk stunned his mouth and ran over his body, and his life was like being chased by a group of wolves.

Standing alone on the sand dunes, he leaned down and began to look for it.

In the red wind desert, there are a lot of flames and sands. If you want to dig up the sand, it is best not to use any spiritual power. Otherwise, the flame sand may burst open, and the surrounding things are small. The things in the sand are naturally turned into ashes. .

The moon is lonely, and the wind is silent.

Nothing but the person looking for it alone...

Chen He’s mouth is dry, and he wants to know what is going to be the flames of the Demon Supreme at this time. It’s just a firm look, no hesitation, let him think of the flames when he is flying, step by step. Do not fear the appearance.

The monks had an opportunity to change their appearance during the Yuan Ying period and the ascendant.

Later, the half-face of the flames were not destroyed, and there were no scars on the hands. When I wanted to come here, he had not yet reached the Yuan Ying period, just a magical repair of the Golden Age. The bead of the hand is unexpectedly obtained. It is not a eternal bead. It is not even clear about the origins.

May it be a group of private salt dealers who are scattered?

Chen Wo suddenly realized that a terrible thing: he can see this, obviously at this moment, he used the bead in his previous life.

Even a bad bead is still valuable when memory is constantly missing, because he has nothing to do with it. But from the flame, it is used to remember his meaningless search in the red wind desert.

Not cultivation, not other important things...

Chen He’s heart is full of five flavors, and he can’t say whether he is jealous or scared.

If he had a little fantasies before, now he has clearly understood: Chen Wo did not have a brother before the time of the Taoist retrospective.

If you release it, it is not the appearance of the flames.

Brother... Where did the brothers go?

Looking at the memory scene, the one who stands alone and from time to time to open the sand with bare hands, Chen He has an ominous premonition, is it a brother--no, the brothers will not die, and it is impossible to die here.

Chen He heard a long sigh.

From the flames, he took out a misty thing and stuffed it into the bottle to collect it. Chen He immediately shattered his eyes, and the memory illusion turned into nothing.

Chen He instinctively stepped out, and he was again wrapped in another group of fog.

As soon as this fragmented memory appeared, Chen Wo took a step back.

In the room of a study, the door was swaying with a man with blood on his chest and a dying man. His eyes were wide and his eyes were gone.

From the flames, he stood in the room, and his hand was short and crooked, and ruthlessly traversed the chest of a woman who was aging, blood rushed, and the woman was full of horror, constantly begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me... Brother, it's not good for me, I am lost in my heart... I will give you the antidote!"

Chen Wo suddenly shocked. In the eyebrows of the woman, she saw a somewhat familiar look. When she was young, she must be very beautiful, but the whole face was distorted, but it was not easy to distinguish.

Chen He couldn't find out his own bead, and see if this is Chen Xingniang, but I already understand it.

The predecessor of Zhonghu, and Chen Xingniang.

A mortal, for no reason, how can he have a hatred from the flames, is it dead in his own hands?

Chen He quietly watched Chen Xingniang being poked by herself, using the South Xinjiang spirit to soak the poison in the tea, Chen Xingniang saw no fortune, while vomiting blood and screaming Chen Wo is a evil spirit, killing the whole family and the whole cloud The evil spirits of the state city, after so many years, still do not die.

"Who would doubt my poor and weak woman, who would doubt her own sister?" Chen Xingniang struggled, incoherent cursing, but the voice is getting lower and lower. "So many years, who cares about my misfortune, Zhonghu this small Man, he damn, you all **** it! If Chen has the same day, I am a high door...who... how dare he dare to do this to me..."

Chen Xingniang swayed a bit, and she died in anger. One pair of eyes died and stared at Chen Wo.

"Suspected you?"

Looking at the body of Apricot in the face of the flames, I held a misty ball in my hand and said to myself: "No, I just remember, ‘Don’t trust anyone’.”

He passed the two bodies indifferently, staring at the distant eyes:

"I did what you said, I will not forget this."

Looking at the body of Zhonghu from the flame, indifferently said: "I am not willing? Or just regret? Or just feel unbelievable, go, enter the six reincarnations to cry, if you can let him hear, it would be better. He passed it on me. Even if I am dead, I still miss this thing. How can I let him down?"

The blood from the feet gradually extended to the dark night outside the study.

"Not in the red wind desert, it should be in the Black Valley, soon, and one day, I will go. Live in this world, I will find your grave bones, blue leaves and yellow springs, we can meet each other."

The author has something to say: How to say it, the one who is away from the flames is very tragic, but he does not feel that he is a poor person at all. The powerful is not only the strength, but also the heart.