The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"How is this possible? Isn't it Master Ruilin from Dubei Temple?" Of course Jing Zhan would not believe it, and shouted loudly.

Mi Guang was not calm, still smiling and looking down at Jing Zhan with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his heart was calm but he said in a strict voice: "Being reckless and having too many distracting thoughts, is this what Su Wangli taught you?"

Just as Jing Zhan is Su Wangli's weakness, Su Wangli is Jing Zhan's tranquilizer.

Hearing that Mi Guang wanted to say something bad about his master, how could Jing Zhan agree, he immediately held back his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "It's because I have a bad will, my nature is stubborn, and I can't concentrate my mind, it's none of the master's business. "

Hearing this, Mi Guang's icy words seemed to ease, but his face was still smiling like the Maitreya Buddha, showing no signs of happiness or anger. He resolved Jing Zhan's doubts and said, "Rui Lin is no longer Su Wangli. Master, the past is too much to think about, but now his master is me."

The past is too much to think about...

This sentence again...

Jing Zhan understood where this familiarity came from. It was Mi Guang, no matter his indifferent expression, indifferent words, or cold appearance, he was the same as his master in the past.

"Then since God has been waiting for me here for a long time, there is a way to save Master?"

"The method, isn't it already in front of you?"

As soon as Mi Guang finished speaking, Jing Zhan saw the golden light in the Phoenix Pond flashing more and more dazzling, and a ball of flame slowly rose from the golden light and floated in midair.

He took a closer look, only to find that it was not a flame at all, but a mass of fiery red glazed light, which was wrapped with a deep red single-eyed feather, with distinct roots, that was the feather of the phoenix!

When Jing Zhan saw this, he immediately rushed forward, and rushed straight to the bird feather, with the wind in his palm, he wanted to grab it in his hand, but as soon as he touched the fiery red glazed light, a flame blazed around his arm like a poisonous snake Force him back abruptly.

His entire palm was stinging with burning pain, and the flame spread from his palm, but it couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

Jing Zhan was shocked and shook his arms back and forth, but it still had no effect.

"Fuck!" Seeing this, Jing Zhan couldn't help swearing, his brows were lowered, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Mi Guang lightly raised his palm and waved towards Jing Zhan, only to see the golden light and clear water in the Phoenix Pond sprinkled towards Jing Zhan like a spring, and the burning flame was extinguished by the pool water in an instant.

Jing Zhan's palm was only burning hot, and he had no other senses. Mi Guang raised his hand again, and Wang Qingquan rushed over again, forming a large crystal clear water drop that enveloped Jing Zhan's palm. Return to original consciousness.

"Phoenix Que Ling is guarding here, so you can take it as you say?" Mi Guang still had a friendly smile on his face, but his voice was terribly cold.

It was only then that Jing Zhan realized that Su Wangli was not that similar to him. Su Wangli had a cold face all day long, but this Mi Guang had a smiling face.

"There is a way, the god said it directly." Jing Zhan asked.

He wasn't stupid enough to think that Que Ling could be obtained without any effort, since Mi Guang was waiting here and Su Wangli's master, then he must have a way.

"As the saying goes, if you gain, you will lose. If you want to take away the bird feather, you have to take out one of your things and exchange it with it." Mi Guang said.

"What?"

"Your feelings."

"What?" Jing Zhan frowned even tighter, as if he suspected that his ears were broken, so he asked Mi Guang to repeat: "What did God say?"

The smile on Mi Guang's face deepened, and he said unhurriedly: "Your affection, your affection for Su Wangli."

Jing Zhan naturally didn't believe in this God Mi Guang, and it took him so long to realize his love for Su Wangli, so how could he just give it as he said?

He sneered and said, "How can God be so clear? As far as I know, God Mi Guang has never descended to the mortal world to ask about world affairs. Did he expect Jing Zhan to come, so he waited here at the Phoenix Pond?"

He is rebellious, and his speech is also sharp, revealing all doubts in his words, without any hidden appearance.

"Exactly."

Mi Guang didn't say much, and Jing Zhan answered whatever he asked.

Jing Zhan didn't expect this, he was stunned for a moment, his brows and eyes were full of doubts and sullenness, and he asked coldly: "Wait for me? I am an unknown junior, and I am worthy of God Mi Guang to wait here?"

The words were full of sarcasm and ridicule, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was sarcasm Mi Guang or himself.

"If you don't leave your affection, you will never take it away." Mi Guang ignored Jing Zhan's words and said flatly.

Jing Zhan held Nianjun tightly with his fingers, exerted force on his toes, and flew straight up towards Mi Guang, shouting: "Then today, I will break this rule!"

After saying that, he threw a red light from Nianjun, sending out jagged lightning and rushing towards Mi Guang. Mi Guang sat on the lotus platform, without any fear or hesitation, without even moving a finger, he rushed towards Mi Guang. I pressed my jagged red blade an inch away, and saw that the infinitely powerful red blade stopped in front of Mi Guang's body, shattered into fine powder in just an instant, and dissipated into the sky filled with phoenix petals.

"Out of control."

Mi Guang smiled, spoke coldly, fixed his eyes on Jing Zhan who was coming straight at him, lightly raised his palm, and pressed down the knob.

Pressing down a golden glazed palm on the sky, Jing Zhan was pinned to death by the Phoenix Pond, like a heavy iron casting, he pressed it tightly, unable to exert any strength.

"Wangli took you in, it was a mistake, and if you fell in love, it's even more wrong." The slowness of the words is irrelevant, but the power in the palm is indeed getting stronger, without leaving any friendship, it is bound to crush Jing Zhan to death .

Jing Zhan was powerless to resist, he stood against the palm mountain forcefully, Nianjun became obedient in front of this, Jing Zhan, who was unable to completely control it, was even more insignificant in front of the Buddha God, like dust and gravel, he He tried to lift his palm with all his strength, but all his internal organs were squeezed and deformed. Jing Zhan felt that blood was about to flow out of his throat, but his breathing became more and more difficult.

The whole body and internal organs were almost crushed under the Buddha's palm. Jing Zhan was trembling, but he was not to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but everything was too simple for him.

Mi Guang only exerted a little force, and Jing Zhan's body, which could barely be lifted, was pressed tightly again. This time it was different, and the force was stronger, and Jing Zhan could no longer bear the pressure.

Originally, he came here to save his master, but if Que Ling didn't get it, even his own life would be involved.

This is Su Wangli using his own life to bring him back...

I died like this... What a fool...

Beads of sweat slipped from Jing Zhan's forehead and dripped into the soil, one after another, scorching hot.

Can't stand it anymore...

The noisy voices in my ears disappeared, leaving only my heavy and rough breathing.

"Western bliss, that's where you should be."

The strength in Mi Guang's palm was even heavier, and in just a moment, Jing Zhan bleeds from all seven orifices.

"Mi Guang, that's enough, stop now." A female voice sounded, soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.

When Jing Zhanbin was about to faint, he felt the weight of the heavy stone on his body suddenly slow down, so he staggered up with all his strength.

I saw a woman standing in front of me, dressed in coarse sackcloth, with blue hair scattered like a waterfall, turning around and looking at him with crooked eyebrows.

Jing Zhan shivered.

The woman in front of him is Su Wangli's mother!

"Little master, are you sincere to Li'er?" A gentle and light voice sounded from Jing Zhan's ear.

He said without thinking, "Naturally."

"Then you go and look at his past. If you can still be as firm as you are now after reading it, the Phoenix Bird Ling will naturally go with you..."

Before Jing Zhan had time to understand what the woman meant, he saw a picture scroll popping up in front of him, and the scroll slowly opened, unfolding in front of Jing Zhan's eyes one by one, expanding into the whole world.

His body was still in severe pain, and his internal organs seemed to be shifted, but he still stood up straight and looked around vigilantly. Jing Zhan knew in his heart that the scene in front of him was the scene of a picture scroll.

"Wow - wow -" There was a cry from the village not far away, clear and loud, and the cry was so loud that it echoed in the town.

Jing Zhan ran over when he heard the sound. Although he didn't know why he ran and why he ran so fast, Jing Zhan always felt uneasy.

In a dilapidated thatched cottage, crying could not stop coming from it.

But there was no one around, not even the midwife showed up, the room was not big, there was only a dilapidated wooden table, not even a decent stool, in a blink of an eye, there was a woman lying on her back on the small narrow bed , the slender neck is exposed outside the quilt, like exquisite and slender branches protruding from the blue-patterned vase, the face is soaked in sweat, and the broken hair is wet and sticky to the face, as if it has just been fished out of the water Same.

And between her thin and trembling legs, she saw a little life covered in blood, its tiny limbs fluttering around, crying loudly between her legs.

So sonorous, so powerful, it shows the joy of this little thing descending to earth.

However, only the sweaty woman seemed to be happy.

Jing Zhan knew that no evil should be seen, and he knew that he should turn his head now and not look at the defeated appearance of a woman.

But he couldn't do it, he couldn't move his eyes, the shock made his heart inexplicably tingle, and his breathing gradually became difficult, which was much more painful than the displacement of internal organs.

I saw the woman standing up tremblingly, enduring the severe pain in her abdomen, the blood flowed from between her legs, soaking only a thin layer of bed sheets in a short while, but the woman was tenacious, tears swirled and fell from her eye sockets, but The corner of her curved mouth never dropped half a point.

Stretching out two slender arms trembling to the point of being skinny, he held the child into his arms weakly but powerfully, reached out to wipe off the bright red blood on the little thing's face, and looked at the crying child with an unusual satisfaction on his face .

In this thatched hut that can't even accommodate a fourth person, the woman hugs her child, feeling indescribably happy.

"My son, thank you for coming, mother is very happy." The woman said softly, if Jing Zhan hadn't been close and listened carefully, she might have been lost in the loud cries.

The child's head is only as small as half a palm, so pitiful yet so lovable.

Jing Zhan probably already had an idea in his mind, and he also had an idea about who this little life was.

The setting sun outside the window is gradually falling, and the fiery red shrouds this seemingly peaceful and harmonious village. Spring has just arrived, willows are sprouting, weeds are overgrown, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing. The fragrance is full of vitality and vitality.

Parting and reunion, the past and the past should all be forgotten.

"My child, let me call you Su Wangli. Mother wishes you to forget parting and live happily ever after."

The little life seemed to understand her mother's intentions very well. The little face that was still crying wildly changed immediately. It grinned and smiled happily. The eyes that would have taken several days to open opened in an instant. Liu Liu's eyes were fixed on his mother.

But when the woman saw Su Wangli's eyes, the smile on her face froze for a moment, except for the teardrops falling down, the whole thing seemed to be still.

Jing Zhan took a few steps closer, saw the eyes of the baby in his arms, and suddenly stopped in place, his ears buzzing non-stop.

Those familiar yet unfamiliar eyes were not as dark and bright as they are now.

Su Wangli, who was just born, had different pupils, one black and one gold, and the pupils were narrow and long, just like when he used Qingjiongming.

The woman also noticed his abnormality, but she was stunned for only a moment, then hugged the baby tightly in her arms, and murmured again and again: "It's okay...it's okay... Wangli...Li'er...everything will be fine..."

She was too humble, she didn't seem to be comforting others, she seemed to be begging for something, she didn't speak to the baby in her arms, but to herself.

"We will stay here from now on, waiting for your father to come back, Li'er..." The woman called over and over again, the hopeful call echoing in the dark night.