Although this palm was not used for ten years because of her doubts.
However, even if there are only seven success powers, it will definitely cause severe damage to Feng Dingchu, who has been injured.
But he couldn't let go.
His true energy can help Chu Qianli stabilize his heart and calm his breath. Once he lets go of his hands and uses his power to resist Chu Qianli's palm, all his previous efforts will be wasted.
Finally, Feng Dingchu chose to close his eyes.
Ignore her fatal blow to herself.
His thin white lips opened slightly, and he quietly chanted: "All sentient beings are troubled, and all troubles are suffering..."
With a shout, the wind of palm came towards me.
But when he was about to hit him in the chest, he suddenly stopped.
Feng Dingchu still didn't open his eyes. He believed in Xiao Li'er, and at this time, he could only choose to believe.
"Afflictions are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."
Chu Qianli's eyebrows frowned.
The hand was pressing on Feng Dingchu's chest, but the internal force in his palm had dissipated.
“Old books…”
"Xiao Li'er, follow me to think: Those with tangible are born from invisible, and inability to produce existence, and existence returns to none."
"All sentient beings... are all troubles..."
Chu Qianli's hands were trembling, and his body was trembling slightly, and pain was condensed between his eyebrows.
The hand pressed on Feng Dingchu's chest, gathered his five fingers, slowly pinched it tightly.
She was still trying to follow him and recite the mantra of meditation: "Troubles... are all suffering. Troubles... are neither born nor destroyed..."
Finally, she fell into his arms.
...When I woke up again, the wind was light and the clouds were quiet, and everything seemed to have passed.
Chu Qianli turned his head and looked at the man sitting cross-legged not far beside him, exercising his skills to heal his wounds.
dad……
I don’t know why, but these two words were stuck in the depths of my throat.
My heart is sour.
She got up, sat in front of him, raised her head, and looked at him quietly.
I watched it for a long time.
"What do you think?" Feng Dingchu's eyes were still not opened. His thin lips, which had broken a little due to injury, had less of the rosy luster of the past, but more of the vicissitudes that make people fall in love with.
"Uncle Jiu, I hurt you again." Chu Qianli's words were not pretentious, but really guilty.
Every time the true qi is out of control, it either consumes his skills to save himself, or it just accidentally hurts him.
"Just get used to it." Feng Dingchu was open-minded.
His exercise was not over yet, but he was just talking. Although he was still as light as water and a little hoarse, Chu Qianli could hear that he was full of energy.
It's okay.
She breathed a sigh of relief and still stared at his eyebrows and facial features.
Dad... Although he is very young, although he looks only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
But he had a soothing breath, like a very gentle elder.
Yes, it makes her feel at ease, gives her warmth, and gives her a sense of security like a big tree and a mountain.
How good would it be if Uncle Jiu was her father?
"What does dad mean?" he asked suddenly.
Chu Qianli was stunned and looked at him stupidly.
How did he know what he was thinking?
Feng Dingchu finally put away his true energy, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at her dirty little face: "You just saw me calling several times when you were in a daze, Dad."
Chu Qianli bit her lower lip and blinked: "Dad...is what Dad means."
If she had a father, if her father was still alive, would he be as beautiful as Uncle Jiu?
No, Uncle Jiu knew her mother Long Xiyue, and she was also her master's junior brother, so he must have had a relationship back then.
Her daddy...
Chu Qianli hugged his arm and became anxious: "You and my mother...Long Xiyue! Do you have any..."
Could he be her dad? This chapter has been completed!