Watching Yuanyang fly away, Mu Yunle stands by the forest, his shirt whirling, and he looks a bit slender.

Suddenly, she sighed with sorrow, turned around and went back, brushing the branches and leaves, and was stunned and dazed.

Master often says that sorrow and suffering are the destruction of beautiful things. Whether it is feelings or characters, they must be heartbreaking to have all kinds of emotions. This is how I feel now.

The great man who shines the world in the past and is as arrogant as a tiger, now the ancient Buddha of green lamps is bleak and sad for the passing years. Just thinking about it makes people feel moved and feel cherished.

She stood in the forest, not far away was Master Zhending sitting cross-legged, Su Meng, the "crazy sword" who was famous all over the world ten years ago.

It turned out to be him... In the battle of Shendu, no wonder Bodhisattva Huanxi saw that he just wanted to escape. He had the power of Ananda's sword technique to break the precepts and achieve great success. No wonder Venerable Wanzhu was seriously injured and was so scared that he was so scared...

Looking at the withered and vicissitudes of life and thinking about the heroic and masculinity described in many anecdotes in the world, her emotions fluctuated, and she sighed that fate was aroused by the impermanence of the world, and she felt sad.

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

She no longer thought about exploring the stories hidden under the silence and sadness. It must be a past that cannot be looked back on. If she asked, she would stab Master Zhending in the heart.

Ten years have been long and there have been great changes. At that time, I was still a yellow-haired girl with a stinky and unhappy cocks all day long. Now I am famous in the world. I have achieved a small swordsmanship. Master Zhending’s grief must be very heavy, and he will hide for ten years and never change the green mountains!

Then she saw Master Zhending open his eyes, as always as an ancient well, with fatigue at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He slowly got up and his hands were naturally hanging. He said with a low voice:

"Since you're here, come out."

Since you are here, come out? Mu Yunle is not the first day of walking in the world. He tastes something wrong, so he can draw out his sword. The spirit of integrating into the world spreads out. He presents all the nearby drops in the sea of ​​the soul.

Crack, the sound of a broken branch came. She looked back and saw a middle-aged man with wide robe and big sleeves walking out of the forest on the other side. His facial features were profound and handsome, with a wooden hairpin, and his temperament was unrestrained and unrestrained. He had a strange charm like a god and demon. His steps were leisurely and slowly, and his expression was relaxed and plain, which made Mu Yunle have a poem:

A raincoat is a raincoat and a raincoat for life!

As he walked step by step, there was nothing in his senses! Mu Yunle's eyes contracted, and the hidden memories were naturally moved, and various descriptions and images gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

This is……

This is the "magic master" Han Guang!

In recent thousands of years, the most outstanding and most amazing person has been the most beautiful person!

He stepped out of the gate two years ago. He had already entered the Earth Immortal and fought with Su Wuming without losing the advantage. He ranks third in the Heavenly List and is one of the top figures in the Eight Desolations and Six Heritages, a veritable great demon!

Such evil demons are enough to force the Huanhua Sword Sect to close the mountain gate and defend themselves. If you are not careful, it will be a disaster for destroying the sect... Mu Yunle has a sense of illusion in his dream. To her, the magician is like a legend, only exists in a story of words and mouth. He never thought that he would meet him in front of the outdoor scene!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, Mu Yunle's heart beats very fast, and his hand holding the sword was covered in cold sweat. It was no better than the one who could not get out of the sword when facing the Bodhisattva Huanxi. Now everything is normal, but it is unprecedented that this sword will definitely not hit the other party, and will only hurt himself.

This does not come from a clear contrast in the realm, but a premonition obtained from the unity of man and nature.

"Heaven" is the Emperor of Heaven, and Emperor of Heaven is Han Guang!

The hidden aura seemed to be surging, and Mu Yunle stood behind Meng Qi and felt suffocating. At this moment, she saw the "magic master" stop easily and casually, standing in front of a certain opportunity, and smiled:

"It's really sad that I haven't seen you for ten years, and the Mad Sword has become an lonely monk."

Meng Qi still said like a dead tree: "The donor's magical power is great, and his style is even more beautiful than the past, and he is not comparable to that of me."

The breath is deep, and the candles are left in the wind, both empty and quiet.

Han Guang nodded slightly, not showing his arrogance, but sighed: "Ten years of sitting withered and suffering for ten years, and there are extraordinary things that people can do."

Speaking of this, he changed his tone: "I have had several dealings with her. She always said that she wanted to kill you and prove her truth. When she was really aggressive, she sharpened her knife and turned her to the cattle and sheep. At that time, I was a little convinced. But in the end, she was willing to die at your hands. Hey, she said that she was true and false, she was good at lie, she was good at lie, she did not deceive me, she deceived sentient beings, and also deceived herself."

Mu Yunle's heart moved when he heard it, and subconsciously looked at Master Zhending. He saw that the tired and silent eyes seemed to be pounding and whirlpools rotating, but gradually, he returned to calm and hidden.

Who is she the magician said?

Meng Qi lowered his head and looked like he was worshipping the Buddha, but did not recite the Buddha's name, but said lightly: "It is difficult to seek happiness in the cycle of reincarnation. Everyone falls into the sea of ​​suffering. No one can do this. She is like this, I am like this, and I am the donor."

Han Guang smiled, suddenly turned around and left, without leaving a word, extremely casual.

"Let's leave now?" Mu Yunle was stunned.

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The escape light flew, and Han Guang returned to the grassland and the northern border and fell in front of the Rakshasa of the Sea of ​​Blood.

"How is it?" The Blood Sea Luosha didn't notice the big fluctuations in the world, and the two of them seemed to have not taken action?

Han Guang said with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "I met and said a few words."

"Has he achieved the Dharma body?" Xuehai Luosha asked the key point.

Han Guang turned his hands on his back and sighed: "It should not have been broken through yet and is under self-suppression."

"Suppress the breakthrough..." Luosha of the Blood Sea frowned and thought, "Mad Sword" Su Meng wanted to achieve success to the extreme before he advanced?

He pondered and said, "Is it a characteristic of the other shore, or is it the cause of all the fruits?"

"It's the latter, but it's also similar to a certain feature on the other side. As for the others, he hides deeply and presses deeply, and I can't grasp it accurately." A trace of doubt flashed in Han Guang's eyes.

Blood Sea Luosha said in confusion: "Then why don't you take action? If you don't get rid of this, I will be unable to sleep or eat in the future. Even if I can't kill him today, I will force him to destroy his achievements!"

Han Guang turned his head, turned his back to the bloody sea of ​​Luosha, and walked slowly, his voice mellow and pleasant: "Even if he is not seriously injured, I am more sure to kill him."

"But I have a subtle premonition. If I take action, the price I will bear will be very regretful."

This... the blood sea of ​​Luosha can't speak.

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Gongziyu drove Meng Qi and Kong Zhao away from Zhou and entered the chaotic world.

The first stop is Cai Guo.

"Mr. Cai is benevolence and righteous, loves the people as good as his son, and is lenient in punishment and lightens labor. He often uses treasury to help the common people. There is no starvation on the street. Most of the perpetrators are mainly taught lessons and are extremely kind. If the fief is not too small, those who are enlightened should be helped by ending this troubled times and becoming a Zhou Gong person." Kong Zhao looked through the car window at the capital of Cai not far away.

He is not a person who works behind closed doors and is quite familiar with the affairs of the princes.

Meng Qi, who was named Lao Dan, had his eyes half open and half closed, and he didn't say anything. Gong Ziyu drove to the capital in a carriage.

After some inspection, the carriage entered the city.

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

At this moment, his face changed. The streets were in chaos. Sometimes people drew their swords toward each other. The thieves were rampant, the strong were rampant, and the weak were in danger. They were in chaos.

Moreover, there are people who are intact but do nothing on the roadside. They are obviously roaring and are still basking in the sun, so they are unwilling to work.

"The king has opened a treasury to help again!" A voice came from afar.

After a while, all the lazy and murderers were missing, and they rushed to the palace city, making the land in a mess.

In the opened shop, the hard-working people looked at their backs hatred, and conflicts were about to break out.

"What do you think?" Meng Qi asked in a low voice.

Kong Zhao did not answer immediately, but got off the carriage, went deep into the field, and asked different people.

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

"I understand a truth and ask the teacher for advice."

He began to call each other by his teacher.

"What's the reason?" Meng Qi's eyes did not open.

Kong Zhao said seriously: "Too much is as bad as too much."

"Does the teacher agree?"

However, he did not wait for the teacher's guidance. Meng Qi looked like he was sleeping, but there was a sound in his mouth:

"Go to the next country."

Kong Zhao looked puzzled, not understanding why this happened, was he right or wrong?

Does the teacher hope that he can always reflect on himself and not rely on others, and only after seeing more and having a complete concept can he really start giving advice?

…………

Seeing the magician coming and leaving inexplicably, Mu Yunle felt like he had a dream, extremely confused.

She calmed down and planned to ask Master Zhending where he would go next.

At this moment, she heard Master Zhending sigh: "You are here."

Mu Yunle's eyes flashed, and there was a woman wearing an Ehuang dress with big eyebrows and big eyes, very bright and heroic, and she looked like a sword that was shattered by a mouthful of clouds, and was slashed with nine eyes but was hidden in the sheath, and was like a fairy descending to earth.

It was her... Mu Yunle was stunned, and saw the fairy step by step to Master Zhending and smiled:

"I am coming."

"Young Master Wang said that you can meet you here, it's really effective."

Ten years of blank space is erased in one word, and no questions are asked or explored.

Meng Qi curled his lips slightly and said with a faint smile: "Then let's go and see Master Wang."

Seeing Master Zhending flying up with the support of the fairy and watching them look back and greeting him, Mu Yunle opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't say it, and there was a faint sadness in his heart.

Sure enough, as long as the identity of "Mad Sword" Su Meng was restored, Master Zhending would not be the lonely monk he supported. He belonged to the Supreme Divine Sword, the great figure in the world of Demon Emperor and Demon Master, and he could not touch it, just like a mortal looking at a god.

The two figures left, and Mu Yunle felt uncomfortable in his heart. All the sad poems he had recited in the past disappeared, and he only sighed.

The young man did not recognize the taste of sorrow, but fell in love with the upper floor. He loved the upper floor, and forced to say sorrow in order to write new words. Now he knew the taste of sorrow, but he wanted to say it but he stopped. He wanted to say it but he said it was cool and it was a good autumn. (To be continued.)
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