Way of the Devil

It turned out that the combination of Pang Yuanjun and Tang Qingqing was a combination of interests.

Pang Yuanjun wanted to take advantage of the forces behind Tang Qingqing, and Tang Qingqing was trying to cultivate the realm of forgiveness, and borrowed Pang Yuanjun to repair the Supreme Heart of the Supreme Heart.

After the birth of Pang Sicheng, Pang Yuanjun's purpose was achieved, and Tang Qingqing's cultivation was also successfully broken. The two sides instantly transformed from a rubbery paint to a stranger and dispersed.

It can be said that from the beginning, Pang Yuanjun was for ambition, and Tang Qingqing was for cultivation. This combination is wrong.

The birth of Pang Sicheng, for the two people, is only a combination of their own blood, and there is no nostalgia.

That is to say, Pang Yuanjun pays a little attention to Pang Sicheng. After all, as a hegemon, the descendants are also an important means to stabilize the military.

After understanding the truth, Lu Sheng understood the difficulty of Pang Sicheng's wish.

These two things have no real feelings at all, and the combination is also the need of interest. In this case, it is also difficult to reunite a family.

The cause and effect wish can be solved by forcibly using the means. It must be natural and the two will be willing to do so.

"How? So, do you still want to see your mother?" Mu Rong looked at the road with a trace of pity. This little fat man who was only in his early teens, although he was born high, can only be old. Ten years old.

"Of course." Lu Sheng nodded. "I grew up so big, I haven't really seen my aging mother. Of course, I have to really see one side this time."

"Well, since you don't give up, Xuan Xin, take him to see Qingtang." Mu Rong slowly closed his eyes, the wind was light and empty.

"Yes." Soon, a small Taoist boy came out and led Lu Sheng. He walked into the Taoist inner courtyard and walked toward a small courtyard in the last square.

Soon, the two men were in front of the small courtyard and saw Tang Qingqing who was in the middle of the game.

Xiaodao Tong quietly left and closed the courtyard door, leaving only Lu Sheng and Tang Qingqing alone.

Tang Qingqing's cold and phoenix eyes slowly opened, staring at the road victory standing not far away.

The face that was extremely similar to Pang Yuanjun made her quickly recall the sweet time when she and Pang Yuanjun fell in love.

"You are thinking?" She asked softly.

"It's me." Lu Sheng nodded. "Mother, I am here, I want to invite you to go home with me."

"Tang Qingqing is silent. "My heart is my family, children, you are still small, you will not understand."

"Don't make trouble, what's the matter? Let's sit down and talk about it, open your heart, and have any contradictions that can be resolved." Lu Sheng sighed. "Let's go, hurry up with me."

"Tang Qingqing was silent again. "Children, you still don't understand a lot of things. I have no love with Pang Yuanjun. Now ten years have passed, it is even more impossible to combine again. Go back and tell you, say that Everything I have forgotten."

"I said, I am reasonable to tell you the truth. Do not make trouble?" Lu Sheng feels a little tired. "Even if it is for me, is it not a good thing for you to live together?"

Tang Qingqing felt that his brain could not turn a little. The child’s tone did not know where it was. It seemed that something was wrong.

"I have already said it, go back. This is not the place where you should come. The red dust is going on. I have already been a cloud in the past." Tang Qingqing answered the sentence and closed it again.

"But have you ever loved Pang Yuanjun?"

"Love and not love, there is a heart, the past is now, just a glimpse of the glory, and peace of mind." Tang Qingqing said faintly, "Since I have not loved, then even if I am together with Pang Yuanjun, what is the point?"

"Nothing, I think it makes sense." Lu Sheng waved his hand. "Hurry up and pack up. I told you, I am coming here, not to reason with you."

Three days later, I will come back three days later. When the time comes, the old lady will pack up the luggage and we will go down the mountain together. ”

After he said that he did not wait for Tang Qingqing to return, he turned and left the courtyard.

The latter was a bit worried in the yard, but even if the state of mind was calm, it seemed that nothing had happened before, and it was re-entered.

She had already entered the realm of the Sacred Heart a few years ago, and such emotions could no longer be shocked in her heart.

For three days, it is not too long for a person who is meditation as a routine to practice. It is like a fragrant kung fu, and it will be three days later.

Coincidentally, this day is the day of the disciples of the disciples.

As a predecessor of the French prefecture, Tang Qingqing got up early in the morning. After the morning class, he took a lot of disciples and came to the open space between the two Taoist temples.

A few disciples first exercised the swordsmanship again, and the brothers and sisters went forward to correct the mistakes and omissions. After this link, the mutual experience and practice experience were confirmed.

Tang Qingqing held a white long sword in his hand and sat quietly on the high platform. He looked at his own disciples below and was pointing at other ordinary disciples.

Xiao Hong’s tears are the big disciples of the Qingshui Taoist people in Guanzhong. The holy heart swordsmanship is cold and unrequited, and if it is a dragon, it is quite clear that the waters are true. At a young age, it is already a strong martial artist.

She patrolled the disciples one by one, correcting the mistakes and movements of their practice, and their attitude was meticulous.

After sorting out the movements of the disciples, she looked back at the high platform. Although Tang Qingqing, who is sitting there, is a preacher, it is rare to see this on weekdays.

Soon the second phase passed, and then the third phase. The elders in the door practiced the swordsmanship and pointed out the most central artistic conception.

On the high platform, Tang Qingqing slowly got up, and the right side slowly jumped onto a thin old road with white whiskers floating. It was another elder of the door, the floating wood.

"Today, we are fortunate to have invited the Qingtang elders who have been retreating and practicing together to practice the Sacred Heart Swordsmanship.

The Qingtang elders are the top Wuwang strongmen who are second only to the host. They once picked the seven strongholds of the Red Mountain King in the sleeveless mountains. In one fell swoop, he won the name of the martial arts of the Seven Hearts of the Sacred Heart. ”

Tang Qingqing slowly nodded, and gently pulled out the sword than a sword.

"Sacred Heart Sword Method, the center of gravity is not heavy. Among them, the starting type of Yunshan fog, can be described as the most advanced defensive martial arts today.

Once the strength is in place, the whole body is integrated, and the sword is one, even if it is a master who is stronger than himself, there is no way to easily shake his own footwork. Next, I will give you a demo."

She stabbed before the sword, and suddenly shook a sword flower, and then took the sword to make a defensive.

"The force sinks, the whole body is integrated, the tip of the sword is facing upwards, and the arms are combined. This is the starting type, and the cloud is foggy! Once set, when it is stable, it is like a mountain, and it cannot be shaken!"

She stood on the side of the demonstration. The Xiao Hong tears below were focused and my heart was secretly admired. Just watching the dull sound of stepping on the rocky platform, I knew that the elders of Tang Qingqing were stable at this time. I am afraid that there will be no more giant elephants. The law hit her body.

Suddenly Xiao Hong’s tears seemed to hear something, but it didn’t seem to be heard carefully.

It seems to be the sound of the wind, and it seems like something whistling through the air.

"have what?"

call! !

Xiao Hong’s tears had not come to the reaction, and he was stunned to see the distant sky whistling and flying around with a thick black trunk.

The huge trunk of one meter thick was rotating at high speed, and with a horrible whistling sound, it swept over the heads of the disciples, and then squatted toward Tang Qingqing who was demonstrating the sword.

Tang Qingqing was indifferent, and his sword was lightning-like.

"Looking good, this is the real secret of the Sacred Heart Sword, the sword is gone! The heart is dyed back!! Yunshan fog around! Set!!"

boom! !

The high platform instantly has a gravel hole that is more than one meter deep. Tang Qingqing, who is still on the top, has disappeared.

Instead, it was a tall man with a strong body.

He was naked and only wore a slender black trousers. It seemed to be a bit like Pang Sicheng, and a bit like Tang Qingqing. A short black hair was blown by the wind like a wave.

"Lady, I am coming to pick you up!" Lu Sheng took a coma from the pit and pulled out Tang Qingqing on his shoulder.

"Well, it's time to go home. Our family of three has finally reunited for so many years." He pulled off the sword in Tang Qingqing's hand and "walked up."

He glared at Tang Qingqing, and the whole person leaped into the distance like a big bird.

"Infinite God, the layman is so rampant, don't you think that I am too much and Quanzong no one?" In a moment, a figure appeared in front of Lu Sheng like a shifting figure.

Hey!

The two men made a note in the air in an instant, and they collided with each other.

"Why, the old woman, you want to stop my family from reunion?" Lu Sheng was steady and the ground was not good, and the whole body was shaken to open a group of violent shocks, as if the ancient clock was hit by a giant force, and a subtle buzz was heard.

"Qingtang Shimei's repair is the door of the door, and the heart of the Holy Spirit is forgotten. As early as ten years ago, she has already cut off the dusty world and pursued the heavens. Everything has been done, why should the layman insist on it?" Mu Rong's face was plain and blocked in front of Lu Sheng, gently landing.

"This is not forcing." Lu Sheng’s face showed a hint of helplessness. "Is it a son, let the mother give up something for herself? I just want a family reunion, I want to experience the happiness that I have never experienced before!" Is this also wrong?"

boom! !

He couldn't help but punch a wall on the side of the wall, and the wall exploded two meters long.

"I am only ten years old!!" He whispered. "Do you have the heart to see a 10-year-old child without the care and love of his mother!?"

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Mu Rong looked at the bluestone wall more than one meter thick, and looked at the road that was more than two meters high and more than one meter wide. The corner of the mouth could not help but pump.

"Ten years old!! Ten years old can grow into this?? Deceive the ghosts this is!?" Xiao Hong tears far from looking at Lu Sheng, my heart is also feeling a bit of a pothole.

"So let's just let go of the grandmother, anyway, what the old lady is doing is too much to forget. If the realm is enough, it doesn't matter where it is.

It’s better to go back with me and have a good time. After I have enjoyed the family reunion, let me go back and continue to repair her. "Luo Sheng is low."

"Let's leave, I haven't killed people for a long time. Don't force me."

Mu Rong was pumped and hesitated.

"This matter, Pang Yuanjun will not agree."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't agree with it, I agree." Lu Sheng doesn't care,