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Only the younger sister can find Li Dingxun in the Pure Land, because he is so supernatural.

"Don't worry, wait a few months and it will be fine. Now you can concentrate on practicing your kung fu."

Chapter 156 The Interweaving of Fate

"Taiwu, you still remember Taiwu and Fuyu sword hilt, but you forgot about me."

In the miserable dusk, the woman in the purple shirt was holding the broken piano, and the setting sun slowly fell behind her.

Taiwu Baiyi said bitterly, "Why are you here."

"Aren't you sure?"

"No, I just thought you would forget me."

"But I can't forget."

Taiwu in white sighed, "You were in a martial arts contest in Guangzhou, and you were chased down by the seniors of the Xuan Nv faction."

"Yes."

"Are you hurt?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Since they are separated, why come to me again?"

"I want you to stop being Taiwu, I want my An Jingzhi, not Taiwu Jingzhi."

"Mo Hu is entangled."

"You promised me to stay together for the first time."

Taiwu in white was speechless, just staring at her deeply.

The woman in purple shirt took a step back, "Okay, I understand, Taiwu, the world is far away, see you in the next life."

Put down the piano and love.

Love breaks, strings break.

The woman fell on the ground and won't get up again this time.

Since that day, Taiwu in white has left the Lion's Gate and disappeared.

...

Wang Pingan sat on the bamboo chair with his elbows on his thighs, his fists pressed against his contemplative forehead.

The moonlight passed through the bamboo shadows and leaked into the small building.

The delicate Huaguang spread evenly on the wooden floor before his toes.

It has been a month since Bai Zimo fell into a coma.

Right 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 he would be fine, but after all, he did not personally see what it was like.

However, the predecessors of Shanshan have already given up on this, and Li Dingxun's words are more like perfunctory.

Taoist priests both believed him and did not believe him.

Said I believe it, because Li Dingxun was a man with a halo, a halo of God.He never fails, and he is right in everything. Such a person, no, such an existence, he is above the world.If the world is a shop, then everyone is the goods on the counter. Only this Li Dingxun is like a shopkeeper.He could see the fate of the goods at a glance-they were bought, abandoned, and thrown into the warehouse to become moldy.He has that power.

Because of this, Taoist priests did not believe him.

If the world is a shop, there is absolutely no light on. Everyone is shivering in the shadows. Everyone is looking at the sunlight leaking through the door, but the only thing that can be accompanied is dust.

Thank you Bodhisattva because he is a lamp.

But it should be vigilant to those who are too powerful.The Taoist priest didn't believe in Li Dingxun, he was holding a guillotine sword in his hand, even if you knew that the sword would not fall on the head, the fear brought by the sharp edge could not be faked.

What is the future of the people of the Pure Land Calendar?

In the past hundred years, nothing seems to have changed, but everything seems to have changed.

Taoists vaguely perceive that a new administrative system is rising in the land of China. It is an organization that links the pure land and the power of each village and city unites. A new, similar to the imperial court, can surpass the imperial court.

Wang Ping'an hates this feeling, and cultivators hate such drastic, unnatural evolution.

Today Li Dingxun is an arbiter wandering above the human cluster.

First in the world, second in history.

Wang Pingan narrowed his eyes.

The cultivator conforms to nature.This is bullshit.Nature will eventually go toward destruction, but humans are trying to eternity.The cultivator is right against nature.

"No, doing nothing, just the right way..." the Taoist muttered.

What can he do?

Wang Ping’an feels like a husband standing outside the delivery room. The anxiety is the same, and the expectation is the same. The only difference is that lying down is not a parturient, but a swordsman, but in terms of probability, it is actually Same, either live or die...

These weird thoughts filled the hearts of Taoists.

Why is Bai Zimo where he is today?

It is the "Heart Sword Sutra", it is the Moyu Sword.

Yes, everything started because of them.

The Taoist priest can see the broken sword hanging on the wall.

The body is black and white, the fracture is flat, and there is a round hole under the cross section. A thin silk thread passes through and hangs on a tenon.

As if feeling his gaze, Can Jian trembled.

Seeing this moment, Wang Ping'an suddenly felt his heartbeat miss a beat.

"Is Mo Mo?" He asked incredulously.

Can Jian jumped again.

The Taoist priest sprang up from the bamboo chair, stepped forward and grabbed the remnant sword.

It's warm and feels surprisingly good.