——Hold the building when it is about to collapse, and turn the tide when it is about to collapse.
This sentence is so impassioned. In fact, it is nothing more than a matter of upper lip touching lower lip. However, it really takes a lot of effort to put it into practical action, just like what Su Bei is doing at the moment.
"I'm really going to die."
Su Bei wanted to smile, but his unconscious lips did not curve into a gentle arc as he expected.
The roar of the spiritual energy explosion echoed everywhere in my ears.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his body fall into a soft body, and could smell the familiar fragrance of her body.
"Saint, you are here."
But Su Bei's spirit was indeed low. Her half-closed eyelids were barely holding on, and without turning her head to look at Yao Yan, she put the tightly held ring into her hand and said in a weak voice:
"The ring can seal the stone of heaven"
Yao Yan held the ring tightly and nodded vigorously.
Without his delay, Nanhuang was allowed to condense the Stone of Heavenly Dao. When the Stone of Heavenly Dao was completely condensed, it would be of no use even if he cultivated the Mahayana himself.
As if he had thought of something, Su Bei's numb lips finally smiled, and he said with a bit of sadness:
"There are some personal matters."
"I have four disciples, but as a master, I have hardly taught them anything."
"There won't be a chance in the future. If one day they run into any trouble, can you help them for the sake of that bowl of ice cream?"
"Let them know that their master is not a good-for-nothing person."
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Yao Yan looked at Su Bei's tightly closed eyes, raised his jade arms to cover his eyes, his shoulders trembled slightly, and nodded constantly.
Su Bei took a few hard breaths, curling up with his broken body like a child, his eyes staring blankly at the sunset above the sky.
I thought that in this life I could understand the wish of the previous life, but I never thought that it would end with such an unwilling result.
There is a huge block in my chest, and there is no way to vent the pent-up frustration.
In this life, it can be regarded as a white shirt embroidered with Begonia, a romantic swordfight.
Life is lonely and frustrated, and the way of heaven is difficult and majestic.
absurd.
Su Bei's throat moved again and again, and finally he squeezed out a few words with difficulty. His bitter laughter was like the hoarse sound of an old bellows:
"Help me give them a message."
"Just say, I'm sorry."
"Teacher, I've broken my promise."
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His hand dropped heavily, and there was no sound again.
——In a trance, a ray of light flashed in front of Su Bei's eyes.
Su Bei seemed to have opened his eyes. He saw bright light, mountain peaks and the bright moon.
The setting sun is just drunk, lazily shining golden light on the ground.
In the Xiao family compound, he once again saw the girl's figure. She was wearing a pink skirt with snow lotus foundation. She stood under the wall with a fearful expression, looking at the strong man rushing towards her.
"Little lady, go to hell!"
The strong man grinned ferociously, roared and stabbed the girl.
Su Bei was stunned and a little panicked, but his hand moved subconsciously and pierced the man's chest.
"Thank you."
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes widened and she spoke cautiously.
Su Bei stared at her blankly, stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek.
——It hurts a little.
Xiao Ruoqing looked at the strange man in front of her with confusion, and subconsciously took a step back:
"Senior, what's wrong with you?"
Su Bei's eyes widened, and he laughed slowly, then laughed, laughed wildly, and jumped up with joy:
"Are you Xiao Ruoqing?"
Xiao Ruoqing nodded hesitantly.
At this time, Su Bei's eyes were filled with tears. He just looked at her and said excitedly:
"You, are willing to be mine"
Halfway through the words, Su Bei hesitated, and the words that should have been blurted out were stuck at the corners of his lips.
The remaining days hang on the treetops, and a piece of pear blossom falls, stranded on Xiao Ruoqing's thin eyebrows.
Su Bei stretched out his hand, carefully took off the piece of pear blossom, half-crouched in front of her, and then curved the corners of his mouth into a graceful arc.
After brewing for a long time, he finally spoke softly:
"I'll take you to find a family that can adopt you, okay?"
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Xiao Ruoqing shrank her head and looked at the man in front of her. For some reason, her cheeks were filled with blush.
After a long time, he nodded and whispered:
"good."
That was the sound of the pear blossoms rustling in the gentle breeze.
The setting sun shines on this land, and its beauty can melt all the coldness.
My heart has been broken into powder.
Above the sky, a shooting star streaked across the sky.
Yao Yan could no longer feel Su Bei's heartbeat. When Su Bei was weakly held in her palm and fell down, a tear fell from Yao Yan's eyes.
She didn't know why her heart still hurt so much even though she had already overcome the inner demons.
——When I saw him for the first time, he was sitting in front of the strange stone in high spirits, full of longing for the future.
The man who rose to prominence on the Immortal Platform, and the man who was wandering around the court holding a Qingping sword, the two of them were almost buried in the dream called the future under the catastrophe.
There are phoenix crowns and red clouds, red candles and pink curtains, and an unforgettable image of someone dressed in white looking back with a smile.
Have your own bottle of wine and drink together for two people
She stood up, looked up at the beautiful sunset, held the man in her arms, and came to the woman who was also not breathing.
One is the only man he has ever loved, and the other is his only disciple.
She put the two of them together.
A stream of Yang Qi slowly overflows and merges into the Yin, and the cycle repeats itself.
"There should be no tears in Mahayana."
"Master lied to me."
The fierce wind passed by Yao Yan's ears, and under the influence of spiritual energy, the surrounding area was ignited with blazing fire, so hot that everything almost turned into a deep red color.
Her tears had already sublimated before they fell.
At this moment, she suddenly woke up and laughed to herself. She pursed her lips and faced Nan Huang.
The ring in the palm of your hand shines brightly.
There are no tears in Mahayana, only traces of tears are left.
"Everything is over, and everything seems to have just begun."
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Southern Xinjiang.
A woman dressed in black and wearing a veil with only a few outlined locks of hair walking in the swamp forest,
The place is full of poisonous insects, the scorched land is devastated, and a gust of wind blows up sand and dust.
Her steps were staggering, like an old woman's. Finally, she seemed to be tired from walking, so she found a relatively clean rock and sat down gently.
After taking off the veil, her long hair flowed down, and her alluring face was extremely eye-catching on this withered and scorched earth.
She exhaled slowly and looked at the puddle of mud at her feet.
In the muddy water, there is a reflection of a shooting star streaking across the sky.
She spoke softly:
"Have a sweet dream."
"That's your inner demon calamity."
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The ancient country of Dongfeng, Luodu.
There has been a graceful light snowfall in Selangor. The snowflakes are very light and timid, like a little girl. Compared with the majestic goose feather snow, which is as strong as a strong man, it is naturally much more pleasant.
A hale and hearty middle-aged man looked flatly at the snowflakes flying in the sky, looking at the imperial capital in the distance, where his life's longings were written.
His surname is Ji and his courtesy name is Beiwang.
This year's snow came earlier than last year's, making this late autumn very cold.
Behind him, an old man was reading an ancient book. He looked like he had read it countless times, but he still read it with relish and enjoyed it.
This book describes in detail many royal secrets of the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom.
And now, maybe there will be another important chapter in this book, about the shocking secret about the identity of a female prostitute in Donghuang who has been concealed for nearly ten years in the world.
Ji Beiwang turned around, looked at the old man, and said:
"What did King Zhenbei say?"
The old man closed the page in his hand and replied:
"Your Majesty, the King of Zhenbei said that he will not interfere with anything the prince is going to do in Luodu, but there is only one thing: do not involve his Zhenbei City, and be sure to ensure the personal safety of Queen Lin."
Ji Beiwang frowned and asked:
"What does he mean by this? What collusion did he have with those dragons and phoenixes in Beihai?"
The old man lowered his head and said nothing.
"Don't he know that this is a time when people in the East Kingdom are in turmoil?"
"After the battle in Nandu, the flames of war will inevitably reach Luodu. What on earth is he thinking about?"
"What can Dongguo do to defend Zuo?"
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The old man raised his head and hesitated:
"The King of Zhenbei said something, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."
Ji Beiwang stretched out his palm, gently pressed it on the cover of the book in his hand, and said calmly:
"explain."
"He said, it doesn't matter. When the time comes, he will take action."
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The devastated Nandu is already on the verge of collapse.
In the flowing light and shadow, everything seems to have changed, and everything seems to have never changed.
No one knew the final outcome of this battle, but there was only one thing that the Southern Emperor and the Saint made public at the same time.
The Stone of Heaven that caused this catastrophe was sealed for five armors.
After this battle, the number of monks in the entire twenty-one states was reduced by more than half. There were not even ten sects left in the world, but the few remaining sects were still struggling to survive.
This battle in Nandu was known as a bloody catastrophe in history. In this battle, countless Huixu Hedao died, and even Dujie also perished.
Among the monks who fell among them were the female Donghuang Ji Nanjue and Elder Su of the Sword Sect!
A single man with a single sword intercepted hundreds of thousands of monks in the southern capital, and killed two people who had crossed the tribulation. He risked his own life to eliminate the tribulation and block the southern emperor, causing bloodshed for thousands of miles.
How is life? I just lament that my years are too short.
That day, there were thousands of monks under Nandu City.
The tears of immortals make each other drunk, and they look at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Countless people lamented that God is jealous of talented people, so sad that such a talented person died in this bloody disaster!!
Saint Yaoyan personally erected a huge stone tablet for him in the holy land, with an inscription engraved on it:
"Subei, named Nangui."
"Whenever it is heavy, I will always hate the water and the east."
The bodies of Su Bei and Ji Nanjue were buried in the Sword Tomb by Shangguan Wendao, the leader of the Sword Sect, and a huge statue was erected in front of the Sword Tomb.
The four swords in the Su Bei sword box were inserted in front of the white marble mountain gate of the Sword Sect.
Time flies, the sea changes, and the stars change.
For two hundred years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the entire twenty-one states.
Because the Stone of Heaven's Way was briefly born, although it was sealed again in the depths of the Hanging Sky, the Way of Heaven is infinitely more perfect than it was two hundred years ago.
Some people say that after the bloody disaster, the monks ushered in a real spring!
This is an era that is most suitable for monks to practice. Countless geniuses shine brightly in this era, and one genius after another is blooming their own light in the twenty-one states.
Because the Stone of Heaven was sealed, countless Daoyun statues appeared between heaven and earth overnight.
For the first time, the Zangtian Palace in the depths of the sky appeared in front of the world, and the six statues of the gods were scattered throughout the twenty-one states.
Because of their different stances, the monks in the twenty-one states have gradually evolved into two groups of monks with different cultivation concepts.
One faction supports the Southern Emperor and strives for the most complete way of heaven to forge a path to ascension. The monks of this faction are called the Baotian Sect and are also called Tianxiu.
The other faction supports the Holy Lady, which is exactly the opposite of the Baotian faction. It focuses on the way of human beings, which is also called human cultivation.
Among the heavenly cultivators, in the past two hundred years, a new generation of powerful monks led by Mo Fan and others have emerged. They are all fanatical followers of the Southern Emperor.
Among human cultivators, a new generation of powerful monks has also emerged. Among them, the four direct disciples of the late Elder Su have excelled in various fields and are jokingly called the Four Saints of Human Cultivators.
Because the strength of the two forces is relatively equal, they restrict each other, and a wonderful balance has been formed over the past two hundred years.
And because of the competition between two different factions, the entire twenty-one states seem to have returned to the atmosphere of cultivating immortals a thousand years ago.
Jianzong, Jianzhong.
It was an endless darkness.
A man lay quietly in the coffin.
After Yao Yan discovered the strange state of the two in Nandu, he buried the two in the sword tomb without telling the world. Although the chance of the two waking up was extremely slim, there was always a glimmer of hope.
A long, long time passed.
Tears fell slowly one after another from the corners of the man's eyes.
The corner of his mouth smiled softly, as if he had seen a beautiful scene.
The supreme yang and the supreme yin are constantly blending together. It is this wonderful breath that has kept their bodies from decaying.
Bang bang bang——
It was a strong heart, a bright red and fiery heart, beating in the man's chest.
Likewise, the woman's breathing became more and more even, as if she was about to wake up from a dream at the next moment.
"What a beautiful inner demon calamity."
The man opened his eyes suddenly and muttered to himself.
In his pupils, there were stars all over the sky, and the heart that had long been broken into powder was condensed again.