Yang God

Hey!

The one-man-high bow of the sky was in the hands of the zen silver yarn, and it made a sound that seemed to be broken.

Then, among the eyes of the beasts smashing at both ends of the bow, the first thing flashed, and then the red light faded.

"Hong Xuanji actually destroyed the four infinite arrows!" Zen silver yarn saw such a situation, a long sigh. It seems to be distressing the destruction of this artifact.

"His cultivation is indeed horrible, but it can't kill me!" Hong Yi waved a hand, splitting a gap in the void, letting the Zen silver yarn put the 撼天弓 and the remaining five infinite arrows.

At this time, Hong Yi, who was accompanying twenty or thirty people, was already far away from the 50-mile stretch of a high hill.

The hill is bare, the cliff is below, and it is smooth around. Occasionally, small trees grow in the cracks of the rock. Tens of people are high from the ground, and no one can climb up.

Standing far away from this hill, Hong Yi sneaked the soul of the soul, you can faintly see the Qiuyue Temple, the side of his mother's grave, the huge masculinity is still squatting on all sides, even if the mountain wind is violently boasting, it can only be subtle. Shaking, not dissipating.

However, Hong Xuanji is no longer there, leaving only the collapsed Qiuyue Temple, as well as the surrounding graves, broken mountains and rocks, and broken trees.

"I don't know if my mother is in the spirit of the sky, I saw that I was in front of her grave, and I had a battle with Hong Xuanji. I don't know if it is a joy or a sigh?"

Hung Yi sighed deeply. The tone is in the night wind. Can't tell the story. It makes people feel cold.

Really. I watched this earth-shattering battle between father and son. Even the red chasing the sun. Mr. Zhou Da. Lei Lie and other people. Also silent! Everything in the heart has a taste.

This is a battle between father and son. Although there is no win or loss. But it is already in history. The most ethical war.

But in the hearts of the people, they replaced Hong Yi. But they are all sorrowful. My father. Killed the mother. As a son. Is revenge or not reported. This is the truth. Ever since time. I am afraid that no one can really understand.

"I don't even kill Hong Xuanji. He is afraid to kill me! I kill Zhao Rongrong. It is because he wants to kill me. I kill Yan Zhenzong. It is also because he wants to kill me. I kill Wu Wenhui. It is also because he wants to abolish." My martial arts"

Hong Yi eyes looked ahead. The brow is locked. It seems to have fallen into meditation.

At the time when Hong Xuanji just started, Hong Yi didn't hesitate in the heart. But after moving his hand, he had all kinds of emotions in his heart. It was not because of his moral guilt with his own father. He just thought things. Too wonderful, my life is too tortuous.

The mother is dead, the father wants to kill himself, the only one is awkward, the magical power is vast, the mana is boundless, but it is faint, and I am afraid I will become the opposite.

All the loved ones are enemies. This kind of experience is really a little ridiculous in Hong Yi’s heart, and there is a ridiculous feeling in the heart of life.

"Hong Yi, don't wave your mind! In the eyes of my monk, the feelings of the people are very weak. When you reincarnate once, you will understand that we have transcended the secular ghosts. There are only two kinds of people, one is a friend, the other is an enemy. Besides, there is nothing else."

Zen silver yarn saw Hong Yi sigh, could not help but open the way.

"Ayi, are you thinking about the relationship with Hong Xuan's father and son? If you can't change it, you can't do it, or you can abandon this body and let Hong Xuan machine kill him. Give it back to him! Return the body to him, everything will be two. Clear, then kill him again, see what else he can say! There is nothing to say in the world!"

Just then, the big golden spider screamed.

"After turning to the next world," Hong Yi listened to the words of Zen silver yarn and the big golden spider, and chewed it carefully: "For people, there are only two kinds, one is a friend, one is an enemy? No matter what morality is right, no matter what kind of grievances. Love and enemies are the words of the sages of the ancient Taoist sects, the sinful ones are good, the evil ones are evil, my heart is God, and the one against me is against the sky. This kind of state of mind, maybe I have reincarnation many times, maybe I will have it, but at the moment I still have no autopsy. The 'cause' of this world is still to be settled by hand. Otherwise, if there is no merit, how can it be reincarnation, bring it to the next world, and have a bad heart. I’m afraid that it’s hard to get in. I’m a monk in my generation, repairing land is merit, not repairing! I don’t care how people in the world look at me! This world’s things must be solved by this world! Let Hong Xuan machine see Look, he is confusing black and white, and it is necessary to bear the consequences of reversing it!"

After the end, Hung Yi waved his hand. "Let's go back and sort it out before the grave. I dug up my mother's ashes and find a place to bury again."

"Don't go to the grave first! Hong Xuanji is likely to be hidden nearby! In case we rushed forward, it will inevitably be attacked by him! He has really cultivated into a human being, and the fist can be directly reached ten miles. Among them, the gods are sent out, enough to defeat the ghosts!"

Zen silver yarn quickly stopped Hong Yi’s behavior.

"If he Hong Xuanji fell to the extent of the sneak attack, it would not be terrible! When I was fighting with him, I felt that he did not exert his full strength. I was sure that the form of the capital is tight and it is likely to be brewing. Crisis and sinister! He refused to exert his full strength, lest I be hurt, and the strength is damaged! Moreover, he now knows that I have cultivated into a ghost, even if he kills my body, it is difficult to destroy my soul. More important The reason is that he is afraid that I really went to Wuwen Houfu to kill Mrs. Zhao’s monk."

When I was just leaving, I said to Hong Xuanji, I want to kill Mrs. Zhao, and naturally cast a ratchet in my heart.

However, Hong Yi certainly does not go directly to Wu Wen Hou Fu to kill Mrs. Zhao, and does not say that there is another master in Wu Wen Hou Fu, even if she killed Mrs. Zhao, the movement is too big, I am afraid there is no benefit, let alone If you go to kill yourself, you must definitely cause a fierce battle and accidentally hurt others. Killing the enemy is justified, but it hurts innocent, but it is not what Hung Yi wants! What is even worse is that among the Dagan courts, there must be masters. The shots of this one are too big. If they are targeted, all plans are difficult to carry out.

In the Yujing City, the Tibetan Dragon and the Crouching Tiger, in the Yujing City, directly attacked the court and killed the court, and also killed the lady. This thing has come to an end, and there is no place for Hong Yi to accommodate the world, let alone the auxiliary jade prince.

However, Hong Yi also knows that his own words are also a huge threat to Hong Xuanji, so that he can always be afraid!

Between Hong Yi’s words, the power of the Seven Gods was lifted, and the people and themselves were wrapped up and flew to the graveyard.

Sure enough, there was no figure in the cemetery. Hong Xuanji had left, and on the ground, four broken arrows were scattered.

The Promise Arrow has been completely abolished.

Seeing such a scene, everyone has a chill in their hearts, knowing deeply that the power of the human being is unfathomable.

Hong Yi did not look at the four infinite arrows of this break. He just looked at his mother's grave, his eyes were like a torch, and he had a god.

Afterwards, Hong Yi leaned over to the ground. After three weeks and nine squats, he scented the wax and silently said it in his heart. After telling about half an hour, he stood up and took a shovel from the edge. Aside, the grave is thrown away.

Hong Yi is a master of the master class. His physical strength is tyrannical. It is not wasteful to dig up. After a while, the graves are all thrown away, revealing a large white porcelain jar.

The white porcelain jar has been buried in the soil for a long time and has been contaminated with a layer of earth color.

Seeing this white porcelain jar, Hong Yi gently held it up, and could not help but feel sad, even if it was a ghost, surpassed life and death, but he still could not help but burst into tears.

This white porcelain jar is filled with the ashes of his mother.

Eight years ago, the ashes in this jar were still a living woman who was twenty-five in six, gentle, loving, surrounded by books, quiet and elegant.

Now, it is a group of ashes packed in jars, sleeping in the ground, cold and clear with the mountains and stones, and there is no one in the grave.

"Mother, you can rest assured that one day, one day, I will force Hong Xuan to kneel in front of your ground and admit your mistakes! At the same time, I will kill Mrs. Zhao’s monk in front of your grave and avenge you."

After stroking the white porcelain for a long time, Hong Yi once again sighed deeply and put it into the bag.

"Go! Go back to Green Willow Village! I am tired today!"

A group of people, go back to the Green Willow Mountain Villa.

Yujing City, Wuwen Houfu.

琅书屋.

A brocade, a purple crown with a headband, no beards, like a university asks for help, and it seems like a literary literary man like Hong Xuanji sitting in front of the chair.

He didn't move.

At this time, it was already late at night, and the moon outside the window sank, and the cold night wind blew between the outside and the bleak mood.

However, the outside was bleak and bleak. In the bookstore, it was a candlelight and a red sleeve.

What is the most enviable thing for a scholar?

It is not a candle in the house, but also a title for the gold medal. Instead, on a quiet night, put a few candles and incense lights, then the beauty is with you, grinding ink for you, and picking flowers for you.

The red sleeves add to the evening reading, which is the ideal reading environment for many scholars.

At this point, Hong Xuanji enjoyed it.

Just as he was sitting quietly, a woman with a slender figure, a cloud of hair, a brow, a woman wearing a green robes, standing beside him, using a thin ivory tweezers, dripping off the incense A little condensation on the lamp.

boom!

The lights are bursting and the room is full of fragrance.

The lamp is carved from a jade in the shape of a lotus flower. The lamp oil is a kind of "tianxiang oil" made of sesame oil and honey, and various herbs, spices and tanning.

This kind of "tianxiang oil" can be worth one or two gold. Because it burns, there is no bit of fumes, and there is a faint scent that can refresh the mind and benefit the body.

"Mystery, I came back so late, the gates have been closed. Are you going outside the city? Going to the graves of Xishan, Qiuyue Temple and Meng Bingyun?"

After the woman picked up the lamp, she spoke in a resentful tone.

"Feier, I went to Xishan, but I came back so late, I met a thing." Hong Xuanji sat, talking between, his face still motionless, like a piece of iron.

"The true sect is dead. Dead at sea, the gods are gone."

The woman quietly listened to Hong Xuanji's speech. After listening to it, after a pause, she spoke in an irrelevant tone.

"Chu Rong is also dead, she is our daughter! She is the son of you and Meng Bingyun, Hong Yi killed! This point, Kang Er has told me! I came here to Yujing Looking for you! I only hope that you can say a word! As long as you nod, I can bring Hong Yi immediately, even if he has the protection of the dream machine is useless!"

The voice is slightly larger, but it remains:

The identity of this woman is the great Luo Paizhu!

"Feier, Hongyi's things, I will solve it by myself. You will not move him later! Something sooner or later, I will give you a place to explain." Hong Xuanji quietly, in tone, all are indifferent.

"That Hung Yi is your son. Isn't Cinrong your daughter? I really don't understand. Why don't you always let me let go and kill Hung Yi! Is it the dream ice cloud in your heart, and the important position? ? Impossible? Otherwise, you can't break through the fairy! You see, the plum blossom on the wall is gone, you burned it."

The Dalu Paizhu, the woman who was called "Feier" by Hong Xuanji, looked like a singer, but seemed to be angry, but then eased down and said softly.

"Feier, after you got the news from Kanger, you immediately let Zhenzong go to the sea to chase Hongyi. It doesn't seem to ask me for advice. You don't want to be guilty, I don't blame you."

Seeing "Feier" gasping for a few breaths, Hong Xuanji sighed: "When you were with me, I was married to the ice cloud, and I was married to Zhenzong. At that time, you were pregnant with Cistanche, I I haven't blamed you, let alone now? It's just that you are slowing down now, Hongyi's things, I have to solve it myself! The dream machine is not removed, the palace, and the demon fairy are not safe! Everything Too much, you have to slow down and slow down. And if you encounter Hong Yi, don't do it to him."

"Mystery! You maintain your son so much?" The big Luopai lord "Feier" finally angered: "Even if he has a dream machine behind him, but now I have already passed a heavy thunder, but also with the help of the big Zen The temple's 'great soul Buddha' regained the weakness of the soul, and the splitting **** was in the body. The dream **** machine was nine fire dragons, and it was broken. The soul was also traumatized. At this time, he could still protect him. What is his nephew?"

"Okay! In short, you remember my words! Hongyi is my son after all, he is the thing, I will solve it! You don't have to intervene in Feier! I will give you an explanation!" Hong Xuanji gently pinched After a handful of handrails, the sharp eyes flashed past, and then said: "I have my difficulties, you will understand later. The **** of dreams does not say this, even if it is the saint Su Mu, you are too Although I have had a heavy thunder, I still may be evenly matched with her. I can't take advantage of it. You can come to Yujing. In Nanzhou, I am worried about your safety. Now You don't have to go back, just in my house. When the things in the capital are gone, the court community settles down and you go back."

"I am safe? Who can kill me?" The big Luopai lord "Feier" suddenly smiled: "You said that it is too sacred to Sumu, and I won her between five and five?" I would like to see, what kind of magical power does she have? Are you afraid that I will hurt her? Could it be that now, when you still have a young age, you can't think of it? There is a dream of the ice car, this Su Mu"

"Okay!" Hong Xuan machine spit out two words in his lips, and stopped the speech of the "Flying Child" of the Daluo.

"Well, I won't say it. But Yao Qinghui of Yaochi School and her two daughters have come to Yujing. They will come to you sooner or later. I know, Yao Yueru, Yao Yue. Ting is also your daughter. Among them, Yao Yue is a deep-seated, actually breaking through the life and death barrier, to the realm of ghosts and celestial beings! That month Ting is also the master of the martial arts peak, sooner or later will break through the bottleneck, change the blood successfully, step into the realm of Wu Sheng. You The two nephews, Xier and Kanger are far from them."

The Dalu Paizhu "Feier" went again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That was all the things that had nothing to do in the past. "Hong Xuan machine hangs his eyes: "So many years, only you dare to premise these things in my face." But Feier, what I said just now, you still have to remember, don't go to Hongyi! Hung Yi let me personally deal with it and will give you an account. Since you want to work with Su Mu, then I will not stop you. However, the Taoist technique is too different. You know this too. I will pass on a scripture. Before this essay is enlightened, Don't leave my house. ”

Between the words, Hong Xuanji reached out and picked up a brush on the desk and spread the paper.

"Feier, grind me for me, you haven't grinded me for many years."

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"this is

Da Luo sent the lord "Feier" to hold the fragrant ink in his hand. After the ink was good, he watched Hong Xuanji write, but Hong Xuanji did not write first, but on the paper, a few strokes outlined the appearance of a square pagoda.

This four-square pagoda, once outlined, a few strokes, there is a kind of artistic conception that covers the heavens and the earth, the Guangyu sky.

"this is"

"This is the Tao of the Tao, but unfortunately, the Taishang Dan is not in my hands. The graphics of the 'Taiyu Tower', I can only express it with my heart, not as good as it is too The image of the real tower in the Danjing. But for you, it is still a great way to improve your Taoist repairs. I will give you this 'Yu' article, I hope you can understand it. Things, don't think about it."

Hong Xuanji did not bring any emotional fluctuations and heard it from his lips.