Goodness is Taibai’s wife, who has been trapped in the mountains for 600 years. Looking at the vast expanse that has been violated for a long time, she can’t help but shed tears. As she cries, the thick clouds in the sky also disperse a blue sky, and the warm sunshine shines on her body. Xue Yu and others look as if they are watching a statue.
Shuangze has long been unable to speak, and even forgot his ability to float in the air. If it weren’t for Xue Yu, I’m afraid he would have fallen to the surface.
"Elder …"
Xue Yu doesn’t know what to say, because in this situation, I’m afraid everyone is in the same mood as Xue Yu. What can I say to comfort someone and tell her that congratulations are finally free from 600 years of suffering, and then I’m sure I didn’t lie to you before telling her that your husband is dead. Don’t say who said this. I’m afraid Xue Yu himself is bsp. Shan swept her eyes to them, stayed in Zhuwu for a moment, and then looked at Shuang, who had almost lost consciousness. She gave a kind smile and reached out and gently recruited Shuang, who flew past Xue Yuhuan’s hands.
"Poor boy … you must have suffered a lot!"
Although she didn’t touch the double body, after hundreds of years of good practice, the eye can still see that the double heart hates the world and hates herself. But when the good hand touches the double body, she shivers because she feels something absolutely impossible in the double body.
"Elder … what’s wrong with you?"
Xue Yu looked at Shan and trembled unnaturally as soon as she touched her double bodies. It was strange that she couldn’t help but ask a question before she felt that she seemed to have too much to do. It’s not like going to herself. Is it true that she is in front of her?
"No … I was too paranoid.’ He’ should have died long ago!"
When it comes to the word’ he’, he puts on a mask and feels sad when he is seriously injured. Seeing in his eyes, Zhu Wu somehow wants her to get rid of this sorrow, but Zhu Wu can also think so in his heart. After all, that is impossible.
With a flick of his hands, he was sent back to Xue Yu’s hands. He was still in a dizzy state, and he didn’t know that he had had a kind contact.
At last, Shan took a look at Xue Yu Zhuwu and faded out a red lotus. Finally, it disappeared in the green like smoke, and Xue Yu Zhuwu was dumbfounded.
"Goodbye by destiny …"
Xue Yu has been out of his teenage mode for a while, reaching out and scratching his head, thinking that it is not like Da Shan who has been practicing Buddhism for hundreds of years!
Zhu Wu gave an intriguing smile and let out an earth-shattering whistling.
When they arrived at the seaside, they saw a huge three-masted ship docked at the seaside, but when Xue Yu and Shuang came, the ship didn’t know where to go. Xue Yu was shocked when he saw the big ship, but it seemed easy to think that Zhu Wu wanted such a ship. In fact, the minister of the army would give him his own identity if he spoke.
The three men landed on the boat and waited for the sailors to immediately raise their sails and return to the capital. At this moment, Shuang also woke up and saw him. Even if he had always been cold and arrogant, he couldn’t help smiling. After all, if he saw such a woman himself as a teenager, I’m afraid he would be like him!
"Zhu Wu … how do you know this place?"
Xue Yu asked questions in his heart. After all, besides himself, there is a great goodness in this world who knows this place. Even Confucianism, I’m afraid, doesn’t know the situation of this place, and Confucianism doesn’t wish witches at all.
"Nothing. I went to Dashan, and the old bald donkey’s bad luck just came out of him."
It turned out that Zhu Wu was received by Dashan not long after he asked for a thousand Buddhist temples, and as soon as he saw Dashan, he started without hesitation. Although Dashan’s practice in the past thousand years was extraordinary, Zhu Wu’s sword-killing was absolutely unfeeling, but Dashan’s double cultivation of martial arts and Buddhism was lost when he practiced Buddhism for 600 years.
However, Zhu Wu is arrogant. Although he is defeated by Si, he is still willing to fight. After all, he can fight with his opponent at this level. In today’s world, he is already in a bad state. It is hard to find him for a long time. It is even harder to kill a dragon than to kill a dragon. It is natural to wish Wu such a good opportunity at this moment.
I wish Wu Zhen a big fight with his swordsmanship. It’s true that the dragon’s blood is really dragon’s spirit. It’s surprising that Wu Zhen is tied with great fighting again. Zhu Wu himself is surprised because his Shinto practice has reached the level of practicing deification. That’s the best way for him to find out how to improve his skill.
Generally, people will practice to the realm of the Yuan God step by step, and then wish the witch an unconventional way to forcibly refine the already powerful Yuan God into something like a fetus and a baby in Dantian, and then spread it to the body. Although the cultivation process is extremely risky, once it is cultivated, it will have amazing combat power. Yuan God is me, I am Yuan God, that is, this means that the rou body potential department will be cultivated until it is waved out.
People’s potential is limited, but the strength that rou can bear is always a minority. Even if you can absorb a lot of vitality, you don’t have a strong rou body, so you have to go through the process of heaven’s intensive washing of marrow and pulse cutting before you can transform your heart. Only when you have a strong heart can you promote powerful power, and then you can recreate miracles and transform yourself as a whole. Now, if he practices according to a realm, there is no guessing how far he will go.
Yuan God is an important tool to balance the strength of the body, but Zhu Wu simply refines the whole Yuan God with his own body, so that Zhu Wu can keep pushing his own potential J: to the limit regardless of rou’s body. At the same time, he is also equivalent to a bottom D, which can constantly absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and then transform it to a certain extent to strengthen rou’s body. He may reach the state in Shinto theory in 500 years at most-rou becomes a god and rises in the daytime.
But Zhu Wu, after all, has just mastered this kind of power, and he is still much worse than practicing great kindness step by step. In the end, Zhu Wu lost, but Dashan did not hesitate to take risks because he appreciated him and pursued Shinto. Zhu Wu also learned from Dashan that Fu, a Taibai man, was not defeated but did not want to be less good, and he also learned that Xue Yu went to Dashan Mountain to save the good things. Dashan even told him that if he wanted to start, he had to have the blood of a real dragon or a hundred-year-old monk who practiced Buddhism.
"God … you are crazy!"
Xue Yu couldn’t help but marvel at the idea of wishing a witch. He had thought about it in those years, but in the end it was too risky to put it into practice because of too many risks. However, wishing a witch told him that it was too risky to practice and that he could draw a tie with Dashan. Of course, Dashan’s profound dharma practice was not willing to start work with others.
Zhu Wu smiled and didn’t speak. He didn’t recognize what was wrong with doing so. Everyone had his own pursuit, and his pursuit was at the highest peak of martial arts. He could give up anything. He was willing to give up when he had the opportunity to restore the country. He was such a man who was willing to give up everyone because he was able to practice martial arts. Although he had lost too much.
"I never regret that there is no regret in my dictionary."
Looking at the vast sea, Zhu Wu said indifferently, at the moment, he feels like an unattainable mountain, aloof and arrogant, facing the sky alone, Leng Yue watched the sun rise and the moon set.
Xue Yu is very white. I’m afraid I’ve imagined it. It seems that Taibai is dead, but it has pushed it to an unimaginable realm. So Xue Yu can guess something, even though he and Taibai are somewhat appreciate each other. After all, although both of them are famous in different times, what they are pursuing is so similar, and their personalities are so aloof and cold.
Xue Yu andao, what about yourself? When did you slowly lose confidence in what you were pursuing? Was it because of that defeat? Because an unknown person gave himself a defeat? Or because of slowly losing confidence in this dynasty or because you are old? No, I’m Xue Yutian’s double husband. Even though my heart is at a loss at the moment, I can definitely rescue my heart through the clouds.
Looking at the gray door G door G day Xu Shao felt that his mood was as gloomy as this day. Because he killed himself with his own hands, it was like being stabbed with a knife. If he hadn’t thought that everything was made by Yuan Hao, Xu Shao was afraid that he would have died before Man Xi Ling.
Xu Shao, who is dead in Manxi, carved a coffin for Manxi himself when he recovered a little. "My wife!"
Two lines of tears finally dripped when he was full of spirits, because he knew that he had really lost this deeply loved woman.
It has been a week since I came to Luoyang, and I was in a coma for the first five days. During these two days, Xu Shao got up and walked in the hospital when she felt better. During this period, Gong Sun’s clothes were carefully taken care of by her side, which made Xu Shao feel both moved and guilty. After all, she took care of herself for such a long time.
"It’s a matter of water that is not water, but water that can be paid …"
Chapter one hundred and ten Sun Nishang
Chapter one hundred and ten Sun Nishang
Xu Shao came out wearing a jacket and sat on the stone bench. Looking at the potholes in the stone table, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was poked out by his finger by comparing it with his finger.
"Brother Xu, why are you up so early?"
Sun Nishang came with breakfast and wanted to send it to Xu Shao in the past. He saw Xu Shao sitting in a daze at ordinary times, looking at the stone table with a suspicious face. Sun Nishang immediately felt as if his secret had been peeped at, and his face turned red.
After giving breakfast to Xu Shao, Sun Nishang didn’t stop and turned away without saying a word. Xu Shao sighed again at breakfast.
"Miss Gongsun won’t stay for breakfast?"
Xu Shao looked at the back of Gongsun’s dress and said, although he knew that he would push himself into an invulnerable situation, he couldn’t watch a person who had saved his own life languish like this. Although Xu Shao was very white, Gongsun’s dress was something, but he couldn’t give it to her because his heart had died after he killed huā by mistake.
Hearing Xu Shao’s words, Gong Sun’s heart couldn’t help jumping up and turning around. "Good!"