The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Watching Yuan Yang fly away, Mu Yunle stood beside the forest, his shirt moved, and he was quite slender.

Suddenly, she sighed with sorrow, turned and walked back, branching and flicking her leaves.

Master often said that the so-called sadness and so-called suffering are the destruction of beautiful things. Both the feelings and the people must be distressed. Then there are all kinds of emotions. This is how they feel now.

In the past, the world was glorious, and the big man who swallowed thousands of miles. Now the ancient Buddha in the blue lanterns, Xiao Se's tragic conviction year, just thinking about it makes people feel sad.

She stands in the woods, not far away is the master of the true set sitting cross-legged, ten years ago, the "crazy knife" Su Meng who was famous all over the world.

It turned out to be him ... there is a battle of all the gods. No wonder the Bodhisattva is happy that he only wants to escape when he sees it. There is the power of Ananda to break the sword.

Looking at the bleak and vicissitudes of her face, she thought of the heroic and vigorous spirits described in many anecdotes, her moods fluctuated, and she sighed for the change of nature. It was impermanent and sad.

Mu Yunle took a breath and walked over, smiling, "Master, where are we going next?"

She no longer thought about exploring the stories hidden under dullness and sorrow. It must be an embarrassing past. If asked, it would be like a sword in the heart of Master Zhending.

Ten years is very long and has changed a lot. At that time, I was still a yellow-haired girl who was stinky and cockfighting dogs all day. Now she is also well-known. Her sword skills are small. The sadness of Master Zhending must be very heavy. , Qingshan does not change!

Then she saw Master Zhending open her eyes, just like in the old well, her eyes and eyebrows were exhausted, she got up slowly, her hands dropped naturally. The sound was low and slow:

"Now come, come out."

Since you are here, come out? Mu Yunle was not the first day to walk the rivers and lakes. The spirit of integration into the world spreads outward. Show all the nearby bits in the sea of ​​soul.

The sound of a broken branch came, she looked back, and saw a middle-aged man with a wide robe and large sleeves walking out of the forest on the other side. He had deep and handsome facial features, a wooden puppet, and an unrestrained temperament. Has a magical charm. The pace is leisurely and slow, and his expression is relaxed and bland, which makes Mu Yunle spontaneously emerge a poem:

After a while of rain and rain Ren Pingsheng!

It came step by step, but there was nothing in it! Mu Yunle's eyes narrowed, the hidden memory was naturally moved, and various descriptions and images gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

this is……

This is "Magic" Han Guang!

In the past few thousand years, the demons have been the most outstanding and stunning characters on the left!

He stepped out two years ago. Has entered the ground immortal, and a slight fight with Su Wuming does not fall. Ranked third in the list, it is one of the top figures in the Bahuang ** field, and it is a veritable great demon!

These demons are enough to force the Huanhuajian faction to close the gate of the mountain, and a little accident is the scourge of annihilation ... Mu Yunle has a sense of illusion trapped in her dream. To her, the magician is like a legend, only Existing in a mouth-to-earth story, I never thought I would meet him before the location!

Alas, Mu Yunle's heartbeat is extremely fast. The sword-staining hand is full of cold sweat. It is not as good as the sword when facing the Bodhisattva Bodhisattva. Now everything is normal for him, but it is never clear that this sword will never hit the other side. Only Hurt yourself.

This is not a clear contrast from the realm, but a hunch from the unity of heaven and man.

"Tian" is Tiandi, and Tiandi is Han Guang!

The hidden air machine seemed to be turbulent. Mu Yunle stood behind Meng Qi and felt a sense of suffocation. At this moment, she saw the "magic" stop easily and stood in front of an opportunity, smiling slightly. :

"I haven't seen it in ten years, and the mad sword has become an orphan.

Meng Qi still resembled a dead wood saying: "The donor has done a great job, his style is even better than in the past, and non-poor monks are comparable."

The breath is deep, the candlestick in the wind is both empty and quiet.

Han Guang nodded slightly, not revealing his arrogance, but said with emotion: "Ten years of sitting down and ten years of torment, very much what people can do, but there is something very special."

Having said that, he replied sharply: "I have dealt with her several times. She used to say that she would kill you. When she was really aggressive, she sharpened her sword to cattle and sheep. At this time, she was a little convinced. Who knew? In the end, she was willing to die in your hands, hey, she said she was true or false, she was good at deceiving people, she did n’t deceive me, she deceived all beings, she deceived herself. "

Mu Yunle heard his heart move, and looked subconsciously towards Master Zhending, only to see that those tired and dead eyes seemed to be beating with fire and swirling, but gradually, they returned to calm and went deep.

Who is the magician saying?

Meng Qi bowed his head, like a Buddha, but did not recite the Buddha ’s name, but said blandly: "Samsara is struggling, it is difficult to find bliss, everyone falls into the sea of ​​hardships. No one can do this. This is the case for the poor monk, and so is the donor . "

Han Guang smiled, and suddenly turned away, leaving no word, extremely chic.

"Let's go?" Mu Yunle paused.

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As Guangguang flies, Han Guang returns to the grassland and the northern surroundings, and falls in front of the Blood Sea Luosha.

"How?" Xuehai Luosha didn't notice a big fluctuation between heaven and earth, and the two didn't seem to do anything?

Han Guang said with an inexplicable smile in his corner of his mouth, "I saw him and said a few words."

"He has obtained the Fa body?" Xuehai Luosha asked the point.

Han Guang put his hands on his back and said with emotion: "It should have not yet broken through and is in self-repression."

"Suppressing the breakthrough ..." Xuehai Luocha frowned, thinking, "Mad Sword" Su Meng wanted to reach the extreme before he advanced?

He groaned and said, "Is it the other side's characteristic, or is it the cause of the effects?"

"It was the latter, but it was similar to a feature on the other side. As for the others, he hid deeply and pressed deeply, and this seat was still uncertain." A hint of doubt flashed in Han Guang's eyes.

Xuehai Luosha said, "Why don't you do it? I won't get rid of this son. I will have trouble sleeping and sleeping in the future. Even if I can't kill him today, I will have to break him!"

Han Guang turned his head, turned his back to Bloodsea Rakshasa, and walked slowly, his voice mellow and sweet: "Even if he was not seriously injured, this seat is 100% sure to kill him."

"But this seat has a subtle hunch, and if it is shot, the price it will bear will make this seat very regrettable."

This ... Bloodsea Rakshasa was speechless.

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Gongzi Yu drove Meng Qi and Kong Zhao out of the surrounding area and entered the chaotic world.

The first stop was Cai Guo.

"Cai Hou has a sense of kindness, loves the people like a child, lenient punishment, and shuns the bondage, and often uses the treasury to rescue the people. There is no hungry on the street, and the perpetrators are mostly based on lessons. Those who help, end this troubled world, and become a Zhou-like figure. "Kong Zhao looked through the car window and looked at Cai Guoguo not far away.

He is not a man behind closed doors, he still knows a lot about the princes.

Meng Qi, a pseudonym, had his eyes half open and no words, and Yuzi drove towards the capital in a carriage.

After some inspection, the carriage entered the city.

Kong Zhao looked out of the window with interest, intending to see the paradise in his mind.

At this look, his face changed, and the streets were noisy, and when someone drew their swords towards each other, thieves were mad, strong beams were rampant, everyone in the weaker group was at risk, and smoke was suffocating.

Besides, there are people who are intact with their hands and feet on the side of the road. They are groaning in their stomachs, still in the sun, unwilling to work.

"The monarch has opened a storeroom again for relief!" A voice came from far away.

Swiping it, all the lazy and murderers were gone, and all flocked to the location of Miyagi, a mess.

In the open shop, the hard-working people looked at their backs with animosity, and contradictions flared up.

"How do you feel?" Meng Qi asked in a low voice.

Kong Zhao did not answer immediately, but stepped out of the carriage and asked the different people.

After a long time, he returned to the carriage, kneeling with his back straight, facing Meng Qi said:

"The disciple understands a truth and asked the teacher for guidance."

He started calling each other by his teacher.

"What makes sense?" Meng Qi's eyes did not open.

Kong Zhao Zhengzheng said: "It's too late."

"Teacher thinks no?"

However, he did not wait for the teacher's instructions. Meng Qi was asleep, but there was a voice in his mouth:

"Go to the next country."

Kong Zhao looked puzzled and wondered why this was so. Was he right or wrong?

Does the teacher hope that he can always introspect himself, not rely on others, and wait until he sees more and has a complete idea before he really starts to give pointers?

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Looking at the magician coming inexplicably and leaving inexplicably, Mu Yunle was like a dream, extremely confused.

She calmed her mind and planned to ask Master Zhending to go next.

Just then, she heard Master Zhending sighed, "You are here."

There was a flower in front of Mu Yunle. There were more women wearing E'huang dresses, with big eyebrows and bright eyes. They were very restrained, and they were like a sword that smashed the clouds and slammed the nine swords hidden in the sheath. Shaped like a fairy.

It was she ... Mu Yunle froze, and saw the fairy step by step in front of Master Zhending, showing a smile:

"I'm coming."

"Prince Wang said that I can meet you here, and it works."

The ten-year blank was erased without asking.

Meng Qi's mouth was slightly hooked, and he chuckled, "Let's go, and see Grandpa Wang."

Watching Master Zhending flew up with the help of the fairy, and watching them pay tribute to themselves, Mu Yunle opened his mouth, but wanted to say nothing but couldn't say anything. There was a faint sorrow in his heart.

Sure enough, as long as Su Mang's identity is restored, Master Zhending is not an orphan himself, he belongs to Taishang Excalibur, and the emperor and the magician of their world are still far from being touched. Like a mortal looking at a fairy.

As the two figures went away, Mu Yunle felt uncomfortable in his heart. All the sad poems that he had chanted before disappeared, leaving only a sigh.

Teenagers do not know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floors. Fall in love with the floor, to express sorrow for the new words. But today's knowledge is full of worries, and it's still off to say. Want to say still off, but said the sky is cool for a good autumn. (To be continued.)

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