.Xuyun said: "Chu Changyang originally wanted to keep the Xuanyue Sword buried with him, but he thought that these two were his brothers who had been together for life and death, and the other was the dream man he had fascinated. Now both of them have passed away, and the only one who had something to do with them is this Xuanyue Sword."

"He took the Xuanyue Sword down the Xuefeng, re-burned and cast, exhausted his life's energy and wisdom, and then made the current Xuanyue Sword. Then, he enclosed his own skills. The ten years of internal strength you have obtained were the previous ones, and there were still sixty years of internal strength, but it needed to be obtained under other opportunities!"

It was the first time that Yan Qingrui saw this monk say something so seriously, and she said, "Do you want to say that Gu Qianxi is me five hundred years ago?"

Xuyun closed his eyes and opened it a moment later. The sadness, sadness and compassion just now disappeared. His expression returned to his calmness, and his expression returned to his previous casualness. He said lightly: "Fate is shallow, but you don't know each other; fate is stingy, but you can't see each other; fate is destroyed, and the sea is ruthless; fate is difficult to stop; fate is firm, but the sea is gone; fate is continuous, but the heart of heaven is unpredictable... Everything is fate, who is whose past life? Who is whose present life? Everything goes with the flow, why bother to investigate its roots!"

Yan Qingrui looked sideways and said that in fact, she always felt that this was a charlatan who was full of trains. It was hard to say one of the ten words was true, but at this moment, he sat cross-legged on the roof, and the moonlight shone on him, as if he had a halo around him. It was indeed a solemn appearance and a holy heart was not dirty.

Moreover, what he said today was not as careless as a fool or as a joke, which was very consistent with his generation of abbots and a Taoist monk.

Yan Qingrui said: "God, come and tell me about your past and present life. Are you going to the Pure Land?"

Bloody TV series are not often written like this. Any monk who has attained enlightenment always passes away after revealing something? Although the charlatan has not given her a good impression, if he really goes like this, she will still be unable to bear it.

Xu Yun, who was sitting cross-legged with his hands, was solemn and monk-like, finally broke the attack after hearing Yan Qingrui's words. He gave Yan Qingrui a blank look and said unhappily: "Jiu Le, your sister!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She said with a black head: "The monk is also cursing? Besides, I don't have a girl!"

Xu Yun put down Heshi's hand, and a thunderbolt blasted Yan Qingrui's head, saying, "Monk is also a human being. I promise you to curse the monk, but you still don't allow the monk to vent his anger?"

Yan Qingrui could have easily avoided this bullet, but when she thought of the sad story, she didn't hide. She was hit hard, covered her forehead and said, "Who told you to be so abnormal today? Besides, Chu Changyang was so miserable back then, I thought you were hopeless!"

Xuyun rolled her eyes again and said, "You don't look at how many years have passed? The monk is indifferent to the world. Things in the world are nothing more than a cloud, let alone five hundred years ago?"

Yan Qingrui curled her lips, OK, he won. She asked, "Who is that Ling Tianyu?"

Xu Yun said: "Nonsense, of course... Ling Tianyu!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."
Chapter completed!