"Taiwu, you still remember Taiwu and the hilt of Fuyu sword, but you forgot me."
In the miserable evening, the woman in purple shirt hugged the broken harp, and the setting sun slowly fell behind her.
Taiwu in white said in a bitter tone, "Why are you here?"
"Aren't you sure?"
"No, I just thought you would forget me."
"But I can't forget it."
Taiwu in white sighed, "You were competing in martial arts to recruit a bride in Guangzhou, and you were hunted down by the seniors of the Xuannu Sect."
"yes."
"Are you hurt?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
"Since we've already separated, why do you come to me again?"
"I want you to stop being Taiwu. I want my An Jingzhi, not Taiwu Jingzhi."
"Don't mess around."
"You promised to stay with me forever."
Taiwu in white was speechless and just stared at her deeply.
The woman in purple shirt took a step back and said, "Okay, I understand, Taiwu, it's a long way to go. I'll see you in the next life."
Put down the piano, let go of love.
The love is broken, the string is broken.
The woman fell to the ground and would not get up again this time.
Since that day, Taiwu in white left the Lion Gate and disappeared without a trace.
…
Wang Ping'an sat on a bamboo chair, resting his elbows on his thighs, holding his fists against his forehead in contemplation.
The moonlight passed through the bamboo shadows and leaked into the small building.
A delicate beam of light spread evenly on the wooden floor in front of his toes.
It has been a month since Bai Zimo fell into coma.
Now he was lying on a narrow bed in front of Wang Ping'an. His complexion was as usual, but he was unconscious.
Li Dingxun said that nothing would happen to him, but after all, he did not come to see what was going on in person.
The seniors at Ranshan had already given up on this, and Li Dingxun's words seemed more perfunctory.
The Taoist priest both believed in him and did not believe in him.
I believe it, because this man Li Dingxun is shrouded in an aura, an aura of God. He never fails, and everything he does is always right. Such a person, no, such an existence, he is above the world.
If the world were a store, then everyone would be goods on the counter. Only Li Dingxun, he was like a waiter. He could tell at a glance the fate of the goods. They would be bought, discarded, and thrown into the warehouse to mold. He had that power.
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For this reason, the Taoist priests did not believe him.
If the world were a shop, there would definitely be no lights, everyone would be shivering in the shadows, and everyone would be looking at the sunlight leaking in through the crack in the door. But the only real companionship would be dust apart from each other.
Everyone thanks Bodhisattva because it is a lamp.
But you should be wary of those who are too powerful. Taoist priests don't believe in Li Dingxun. He holds a guillotine in his hand. Even if you know that the knife will not fall on your head, you can't do anything about the fear caused by the sharp edge.
Fake.
If Xiangshu is a disaster, what will be the future of the people of the Pure Land Calendar?
In the past hundred years, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.
The Taoist priest was vaguely aware that a new administrative system was rising in the land of China. It was an organization with the Pure Land as a link and a coalition of powerful people in each village and city. It was a new thing that was similar to the imperial court and could surpass the imperial court.
Wang Ping'an hates this feeling, and all Taoists hate such drastic and unnatural evolutions.
Now Li Dingxun is an arbiter wandering above the human cluster.
First in the world, second in history.
Wang Pingan squinted his eyes.
People who practice Taoism should follow nature. This is nonsense. Nature will eventually go to destruction, but human beings are vainly seeking eternity. People who practice Taoism should go against nature. This is right.
"No, doing nothing is the right way..." the Taoist muttered.
What can he do?
Wang Ping'an felt like her husband standing outside the delivery room. The anxiety was the same, and the expectation was the same. The only difference was that the person lying there was not a pregnant woman, but a swordsman. But from a probability perspective, it was actually a swordsman.
Same, live or die...
These strange thoughts filled the Taoist priest's mind.
Why did Bai Zimo get to where he is today?
It's the "Heart Sword Sutra", it's the broken black jade sword.
Yes, everything started because of them.
When the Taoist priest looked up, he could see the broken sword hanging on the wall.
The body is black and the blade is white, the fracture is flush, and there is a round hole under the section. A thin silk thread passes through it and is hung on a tenon.
Can Jian trembled as if he felt his gaze.
Witnessing this moment, Wang Ping'an suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.
"Is it Mo Mo?" he asked in disbelief.
Can Jian jumped again.
The Taoist priest jumped up from his bamboo chair, stepped forward and grabbed the broken sword.
It's gentle and feels surprisingly good in the hand.
"Momo!"
The broken sword stopped moving, as if the soul hidden in it had exhausted its strength.
what to do?
The Taoist priest poured inner energy into the broken sword, and the shiny luster overflowed from the silver-white blade, spreading out invisible and leaving no trace, cutting away the bamboo branches outside the building.
Invisible sword energy, a realm that countless swordsmen dream of, can be achieved easily with this broken sword.
Is it because of the strange material of the sword?
The Taoist priest fell into deep thought again, but fortunately he came to his senses again.
Now is the time to save the swordsman Mo Mo, not the curious baby.
Well, the seniors in the sect said that it was like soul-leaving syndrome but not soul-leaving syndrome, so it is certain that at least Bai Zimo's consciousness was separated from his body.
So how to contact Mo Mo?
It's useless to summon souls. I've tried everything to summon souls, but it doesn't work.
So do you want to take the risk?
Taoism has the method of Yin Shen leaving the body, and Wang Ping'an knows it, so why don't you give it a try and use Yin Shen to examine this broken sword?
It's too dangerous. When Wang Ping'an gets scared, his hands and feet feel numb, and now his hands are so numb that they can go through electricity.
But Mo Mo had to save her.
Let someone else come?
There are only a few people who can cultivate the Yinshen. Apart from him, they are all elders and cannot help.
Then, just give it a try.
…
Fu Xixi ran away from home again.
She was still worried about the swordsman and wanted to go to Guangdong to find Li Dingxun.
These days, robbers on the road have basically disappeared, so traveling is very safe. She followed the inn to Guangzhou smoothly.
Why not go directly to Lianhua Mountain?
Because there is no money.
She decided to work in Guangzhou to earn enough money before traveling.
Fu Xixi's cooking skills are unprecedented, and even simple dishes can be made with endless aftertaste. During the days when she was working as a cook in a Juxian restaurant, her business was so booming that the restaurant's threshold was changed three times.
piece.
In July, the sun is as scorching as fire. Walking on the street, if it weren't for the cloudy sky, the strong glare can make people faint, not to mention the humidity in the south. It is really stuffy and hot, like a steamer, and everyone is like shrimp dumplings.
Lying flatly, it was only when the lips and teeth squeezed it that it managed to make a q-squeaking sound.
The lip and teeth squeeze here is multi-faceted. When a seller meets a buyer, it is squeeze. When a seller and a buyer fight, it is also squeeze. It is difficult to say who is more different between the two.
Anyway, the amount of sweating is almost the same. So everyone is like a cow ball, sweating as soon as they move...
The only thing that can complement the sauce is herbal tea.
Everyone is drinking herbal tea.
If a wealthy family has an ice cellar, they will have iced black plum soup.
Fu Xixi also learned to make various Cantonese-style refreshments in the restaurant. In her eyes, the faces of pedestrians on the street melted under the bright light, like a group of walking barbecued pork.
At this time, a piece of barbecued pork fell to the ground.
He fell down right in front of the restaurant. The sun was so hot that he would have died if he didn't care.
So a few children carried the person in, and there was no place to put it, so they temporarily put it in a corner of the back kitchen, near the door vent, where the white desk chefs prepared iced drinks, and the temperature was still low.
Fu Xixi lowered his head and looked at the man in white.
He didn't suffer from heat stroke, he was injured and in a coma.