So What If You’ve Been Reborn?

The broken memory seems to others. From the flames, he is obsessed with pursuing his own martial art and the Gorefiend, and it is hard to let go of the North Xuan faction. He quietly listens to the interpretations of different people. When he is alone, he always wants to What kind of person is it? m.Le Wen mobile network

Smear the picture, try to think about his clothes, tolerance, demeanor...

It’s just that the faces of the people in the painting are always blank.

Chen He knows that this is not to be remembered from the flames, not to think of it, but that all ideas cannot satisfy him, and he is not worthy of the person who has already died.

No one can cross the array set by the flames, avoiding his eyes and ears and peering into these secrets. Perhaps Bei Xuan Tian Zun, who received the bead from many years later, is the only insider.

The scroll is hung in a closed room for retreat and can be seen with an open eye.

From the flame, he rarely talks to the picture himself. He always looks at it and immediately looks at it.

- No matter how good a beard is, I can't see what one is thinking.

Chen He knows.

This familiar and strange self, eyebrows are similar to themselves, and look indifferent, like frost and snow. At first glance, there are too many differences with yourself, but they are all one person.

Others thought that the flames were less and less exposed, and the hair gradually turned into silver, because the cultivation was too much and it took a lot of effort. Chen He was in the flames of the eye to see the familiar feelings that made him scared.

Hidden too deep, just like freezing under the ice, only occasionally, there will be some clues.

When it comes out, it is also fleeting. If it is not Chen He, it will almost be missed.

- Lonely living, lonely in the world, falling in love with people who are no longer in the world, and who have no way to remember their looks.

Chen He can't tell what it is.

From the flames of the hand, the paintings are not admiring love, but a kind of deep fatigue. If you are not away from the flame, there is a firmness that no one can destroy. His rare hair is like It is a sadness without interest.

When they stepped out of the Chamber of Secrets, the emotions that had been revealed immediately disappeared without a trace. He was still a fearful Demon sage, and there was no weakness - in some respects, indeed.

The memory has once again become shattered, and it has happened in the realm of comprehension.

Heluo's Aztec real people soared, and the head of the road was killed by a few strokes from the flames, and replaced by Heluo Tianyan.

Chen He dumbly looks at the prestige in the memory, the Tianyan real person of the sacred wind bones, it is exactly the three-day stunned look, no, no, the time is wrong, is Tian Yanzheng once so capable?

Do you lead the right way and the one who is away from the flames?

After Chen Wo silently read a few pieces of residual memory, the discovery of Yan Yan is actually a pleasing eye.

Needless to say, Han Mingzong is also a belly twisting, on the surface of the appearance of obeying the rules, to convince people, but people are generally not convinced by reason, is their strength, blackmail and annoying.

In front of Tian Yanzhen, a leader in front of the road was the elder of Han Mingzong. When he felt good about himself and played this set in front of the flames, he finally got to the iron plate.

The four major factions went to the second.

Changxianmen always has its own right and left, or it is out of the way. Obviously, it is impossible to do this. The rest of the small martial art will not even say it. Chen He feels that the flames have not gone to the Qiankun view. It is too lazy to pay attention to it. Kindness that helps people. The Western Regions Chih-Chang Zong is sticking to the site and refuses to step into the Central Plains easily. In turn, it became the Zongmen with the largest number of people flying during the two wars.

Tian Yanzhen is very responsible, and he has racked his brains to fight against the flames.

It is a pity that the flames are like a perfunctory.

This two wars, which involve a wide range of devils, have been unable to stop when they are in the hands of the flames and the realists of Tianyan. Both sides have already played for two hundred years, and they have counted countless hatreds, no matter who they are. One sentence can't stop this dispute.

Unlike the flame, Chen He, he has no sexual evil, only the inheritance of the North Xuan faction, so that he will not become a murderer, but also a good deed, but it can not be a good person.

Before the Yuan Ying period was a loose repair.

How hard it was to repair the real world, Chen He heard about it, read it, and know it well.

No one stood by the flames and told him what to do and what to do. The cruel battle and the hardships of the mortal only let him know that possessing strength means holding everything.

If someone encounters someone who violates him and betrays him, he will listen to him and then look at his mood.

When the other party makes sense, he feels good, even if he is betrayed - because the flames are admiring themselves, they appreciate all those who dare to defy, but the other party has this kind of mind but has no such ability, then just die.

It’s a bit of a pain to die, and it’s hard to die. It’s two different things in the hands of the flames.

For the flames, there is no good or evil in the world. What he thinks is the standard of good and evil.

Tian Yanzhen is very fortunate in the classification of the former...

These memories look like Chen He’s heartbeat. He once thought that he and the people’s hatreds were hateful, but now that he has seen the unscrupulous flames, he said that it is not good.

After watching it for a while, Chen He simply looked away.

- For haters, things have already happened, but for hate, things haven't started yet.

No matter what he does, he can't change the thoughts of those who come to revenge with hatred. What is the use of worry? The brothers said that people can't live in the world, no one can hurt anyone, and no one can do it.

An unintentional language, a sentence is not the meaning of this, someone listened but remembered in my heart.

No one can decide how others treat themselves and can only decide what kind of person they are.

The flame sage chose this path, or he has no choice. He is such a character. He must have killed relatives in the two battles of the sorcerer, and there may be innocent people. If someone comes to take revenge, depending on the temper of the flames, I am afraid that I will also agree with it, let the thoughts come.

Everyone has the power to choose what to do, as long as they can bear the consequences.

Chen He is very determined, he thinks, if the brother is really not around, then there is today's fortunate, no matter what he is facing, nothing to say!

He can do things that the flame can do!

I don’t understand the flame, but I can’t tell the difference. The brothers taught him!

This retrospective of Heaven is a curse or a blessing, and it becomes unclear. If such an opportunity is not well cherished, Chen Wo himself cannot forgive himself.

Especially when he looks at the appearance of the silence of the flames.

I don't know if I am looking at myself or a sad past.

The fog continued to gather and disperse, symbolizing the passage of time. When the flames were finally standing in front of a cliff, Chen He was surprised to find that this is the Ferris Cliff, and below is the Heiyuan Valley.

From the flames, he took the last step in the world and was the most wanted step.

Break into the Black Valley!

This fierce battle is difficult, it is easy to break the enchantment, but you want to deal with so many people in Heiyuan Valley at the same time, even if you are a sword sage, you have to shake your head.

However, after one night, the person who had fallen from the flames and fell to the ground, quietly entered the Heiyuan Valley.

I don't know why, except for the beginning of the sword, everyone is very tacit, and there is no killer from the flames. This is trying to stop, but there is no fight.

The result of the end point is that there are dozens of arm dislocations in Heiyuan Valley, the real yuan is short, and the monks who are squatting on the ground.

The black valley owner couldn't help but see the people. He had already recognized the flames, and the strength of the other side made him feel astonished. At the same time, he was a person who had worked with him for 20 years and knew how to die. Clearly the origins of the wood fire and the northern Xuan faction from the flames.

"The person you are looking for is gone." Heiyuan Gufu frowned and said, "I thought that the Sayādaw would have known it."

The flames of the sages heard the sound and slowly stopped.

In the black valley, the stream flows, the avocado tree stands on the edge of the pool, and the wisteria is wrapped around the pine trees on the right side of each cave on the right side of the mountain wall. The pieces are lush and colorful.

Fangfei is just right on earth.

"Where is he?" whispered from the flames.

It’s like fear of being alarmed.

"Relieve the Taoist friends already..."

The head of the Heiyuan Valley had not finished, and he was stunned by the long-browed old man who had climbed up from the ground.

In all of them, only the long-browed old road saw the scene of the red wind desert in the past, and Chen He, who had seen the undressed clothes, thought about the thin young boy whose eyes were stunned at the beginning, and now sees the sturdy and sturdy young man. The red crown, the long hair cream, the light and the cold, the flames of the sage, the emotions.

Despite this feeling, from the flames to Chen He do not know why, but they still see what this old man is like to recall.

"My apocalypse, I have mentioned you with the old road..."

The long eyebrows stopped and finally stopped, and finally sighed and said: "The old road guesses that you will come sooner or later, walk along this stream, release your friends... and bury the end of the avocado forest."

The flame did not look at the person lying on the ground, and did not hesitate to go forward.

He dared to come to the Black Valley, he could come in alone, in this world, his only opponent, only the heavens.

Avocado blossoms.

Chen He remembers that he had played in the woods. Here is where he grew up. The Chongyu ball firmly remembers every scene here, but Chen He never knows that it can be so bleak here, and the flowers are full of flowers. Reflecting a brook beautiful scene.

Fangfei is just the right person, but the man is under a loess.

The tomb is very ordinary, there is no stone monument, only the simplest bluestone is circled, and a string of scattered rosaries is placed on the top.

"You want to take away... his bones?" Long eyebrows rushed over and asked hard.

The stream rushed and the petals slowly fell. After a long time, the flames were softly asked: "What is that bead?"

"呃 沣 沣 沣 沣 沣 沣 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有 有

The long eyebrow coughed and wanted to say it again, but found that he had raised his hand from the flame sage, threw a picture to the grave, raised a handful of flames and turned it into ashes, then turned and left.

"Hey? Wait!" The old eyebrows tangled up and asked, "You...what don't you want to say to him?"

"He can't hear it."

"..."

"I don't do anything useless."

From the flames, the sage once again ignored the people lying on the ground and went out of the valley.

Only the long eyebrows are standing in the same place, since this demon statue does not do useless things. What is the meaning of the phrase "This seat will come again next year" before leaving?

Chen Wo silently looked back to his own territory and returned to the secret room.

Spread out the rice paper and hold the pen and the wall of the flower garden and the mountain wall.

One stroke, all focused.

It’s just that there is no one in the final painting...

This life can not see each other.

Leave the pen off the flame, slowly stroke the scroll, and the white hair falls on the paper.

Jun buried in the mud, bones,

I sent people to the snow.

The author has something to say: the last sentence, quoting Bai Juyi's poem