Legend of the Great Saint

Xuan Zhongdong Province

Piyang Qiu has been ordered to leave, leaving Li Qingshan alone, stretching his limbs to lie flat on the water.

From this perspective, Xuan Mingdong is like a deep well, the well head is a round gray sky, suspended above the darkness, falling into his dark eyes, the fine rain swept a round of ripples by his ears, and the thick black hair also spread to float with the waves.

He has become a god, all the idols reside in his divinity, everything that happens outside Vientiane, he has almost witnessed with his own eyes, and his mood has been restless for a long time.

He had never felt any favour for anyone, nor had he ever expected such a reward. As he never expected, there was a statue that stood outside Vientiane.

So destroy it, destroy it! It doesn't matter. He was not surprised or angry, even though he had been pulled against the same robe in the past, but he was inevitably a little sighed.

After all, the big trend, after all, is hard to disobey... To be honest, he never asked others to be like "Li Qingshan”.

“How arrogant!” He suddenly laughed, filled with self-derision, but was very happy. “Why can't others be like Li Qingshan? What's so great about Li Qingshan? ”

A bloodbath in his chest, like lava running beneath the surface, is a warmth he has not felt for a long time, he seems to have sunk over this black water for too long, enough to hear the sorrows and prayers of the magic world.

So he sat up and said softly, "Fellow robes, fight with me again! ”

The voice came out of the darkness of his falling hair and echoed only in the cave, but the will of the gods would surely pass to Ashuro, and his generals would be recalled again.

How dare you be naked and in the same robe as your son? How dare you avenge your son without clothes?

“I will avenge this revenge on your behalf immediately! ”

Li Qingshan's figure disappeared into Xuan Plough Cave. Those who exert power and pressure on them will surely feel greater power and pressure, which will come from the wrath of the gods.

……

Baihua Garden

The sun rises and the days set by Daimonfan are approaching, one by one. Wan Jianfeng outside the park became more and more popular, ready to kill into the park, capture Li Fengyuan, or “she”.

At dusk, the red sun sets and the string moon rises.

There was an unprecedented silence in the Hundred Grasses Garden, eliminating the busy figure of the disciples and leaving a single Qian shadow wandering around the Garden.

Only the grass still flourishes, ignorant of the sorrow in this world.

Nguyen Yaozhu has made up his mind and is still a little tight, gradually feeling the coolness in the evening wind.

This will be her last time in the Hundred Grasses. She is not as greedy and fearful as Dreamfan, but perhaps only when she breaks up does she realize that the time is short and the millennium is passing.

She let go of all her meditations and focused on giving these plants final care.

Nine colored deer behind her silently accompanied, tender moist deer eyes filled with pity, the price was too heavy for her, all for “the man”.

Nine colored deer looked at the hillside, Li Fengyuan sat beneath the Bodhi tree, his face resolutely colored, as if he was a high monk ready to martyr himself, has completely set aside life and death.

“Alas, you can put it down! ”

Nine colored deer can no longer blame “that man”, but can't help but recall the fall night many years ago, when they met “that man” and thought, "One drink at a time, one peck at a time, must be predetermined”.

In White Deer City, he took a group of beggars to drink flower wine, exchanged a peach blossom for the beggars a meal, yet in the middle of the night, he sighed at the death of the peach tree.

Perhaps it was at that moment that he lifted Yaozhu's heart string. That's why she made an exception to the entrance exam, betting on his good and evil.

That time, she won a bet and made a small fortune. Only this time, the bet was on herself, and whether she won or lost, it made no sense to her.

Sin of treason, death or death.

Even a gambler like Lotte would never participate in such a losing bet, so she couldn't be a real gambler after all, she was just, like many years ago, obsessed with believing in "the man."

Believing in “that man”, though fierce and resolute, his heart is always benevolent and will not join the demons.

Suddenly, Li Fengyuan under the Bodhi tree opened his eyes and waved to the distance.

Nine colored deer looked in the direction of his wave, couldn't help but open his eyes and rubbed Nguyen Yaozhu with his horn. He whispered: “Wood, wood! ”

“What's the matter? ”

Nguyen Yaozhu was burying his head in the flower and wood room. He couldn't help but look up and stay.

In the sunset of red tongue, a tall figure is walking.

She walked to her face with a familiar smile and shouted "Yao Bamboo”. She opened her arms and held her tightly in her arms.

It all happened so suddenly, she couldn't react at all, but she felt her heart string relaxed, her shoulders lowered, her body lacked a little strength, and her eyes became red.

The nine-colored deer couldn't help but separate them and felt like they were born. They all had no reason to believe that as long as the man appeared, everything would be solved.

Nine colored deer shouted: “Li Qingshan, you son... your son is finally back! You know, the Lord of Hell has announced your defection from the Realm! In order to protect your unlucky son, Yaozhu has sealed off Baiyuan, and you almost killed us all! ”

Li Qingshan laughed without saying a word, but his color was ordinary and his ceremony was peaceful. There was no such thing as a little magic on his body, as was the kind and kind Kirin. He looked at Nguyen Yao Bamboo with a lot of tenderness.

“I knew you wouldn't...” Nguyen Yao mumbled, but his face turned red again, gently wanting to break free from Li Qingshan's embrace.

Li Qingshan held her tighter, and his eyes swept away with regret. He should not have caused her any more grievances.

Li Fengyuan sighed in his heart. He stood up and looked closely at Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan looked back if he felt anything, and measured Li Fengyuan up and down.

The father and son, at this time, seemed to know each other, like they were confirming something. In separate times, they all changed dramatically.

Nine colored deer said: "Will you two please stop looking at each other! Wan Jianfeng will be here soon! ”

“Brother Wan! Oh, he's got a lot of nerve, dare to bully us! ”

“Brother Wan is also ordered to act, don't blame him.” Nguyen Yaozhu softened her voice. She knew that Li Qingshan was extremely deadly. She was afraid that he would hurt Wan Jianfeng and break the love of the same door.

“On the orders of Dreamfan? ”

“Sister Dai also had to be a big sister. The spiritual esteem must make her a big sister. ”

“So it's all the fault of the old turtle! ”

“The Spirit honors him only by following the laws of the Patriarch. Alas, he must be old and confused to get the wrong gossip, think you fall into the magic, just unravel the misunderstanding. ”

“You, you! Still like this.” Li Qingshan shook his head and looked away in the direction of Wanxiang Sect: “I'm going to go to Hailing Emperor to explain clearly! ”