Quick travel god stick demeanor

Suddenly, like a divine help, the young general in white robe was blessed to his heart and shouted: "Sister Wanfeng!"

Fu Rong's pretty face froze, the smile on her face slowly disappeared, she pursed her lips and said nothing, she didn't know what to say.

She didn't want him to recognize her at all if he could.

The old people met each other but did not know each other, Wan Feng was dead, and now Fu Rong was alive.

A circle of cavalrymen around them held long spears that were shining with cold light. The young general jumped off his horse, walked up to Fu Rong, looked down at her, and said firmly, "Sister Wanfeng, it's you."

His expression was not rich, but his eyes were sparkling, filled with great joy.

Fu Rong was a little afraid to look at him.

Xiaorong, the brother next door who used to follow her all day, has grown into a qualified man, galloping on the battlefield and drinking the blood of the enemy.

And she was already covered in dirt.

The general tiger girl who once didn't like red clothes but military uniforms can no longer afford her beloved eighteen weapons, and can no longer read even a page of military books.

The hard-earned horse her father gave her has long since died of old age.

"It's me, so what?"

"Sister Wanfeng, we've been looking for you all these years. Where have you been? How are you doing?" The young general in white robe asked cracklingly.

Fu Rong pushed the loose sideburns behind her ears, and said casually: "It's okay."

Immediately, there was a silence.

The young general in white robe looked at Furong, then at the burning villa, and after an unknown period of time, he said, "Sister Wanfeng, why are you here?"

"I'm here to kill people." Fu Rong said with a faint smile on her lips.

The family feud has been avenged, she should have been happy.But for some reason, an indescribable tiredness and confusion came to my heart.

Zhang Siying breathed a sigh of relief.

The young general in white robe choked and was stunned. He gasped, "The Jiang family is a well-known family of good deeds, Sister Wanfeng, you...why are you..."

He could no longer speak the next words, his fingers trembled terribly, and he also felt that the person in front of him was terribly strange.

It was as if someone had stolen his sister Wanfeng's body and was walking in the world.

"The House of Goodness?" Chewing the four words between her lips and teeth, Fu Rong quickly put on a charming smile, and said with a sarcasm, "Oh! He wears it too?! Aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

The young general said solemnly: "The sage is called benevolence. The members of the Jiang family are ministers, respectful and loyal; as heirs, they are filial to their parents; as parents, they are loving and kind; when interacting with others, they are honest and trustworthy. Isn't this good?"

Fu Rong sneered, and approached step by step the young general in white robe who was much taller than her.

"Good? What do you call good?

Is it good to kill me all over the house?Is it good to frame a hero?Ten years of confinement, is it good?ah? "

Every question made Fu Rong's aura rise steadily. Every time she took a step forward, the young general in white robe would take a step back, and was suppressed by Fu Rong to lose her aura.

Zhang Siying looked very pleased from behind.

"Say it! Qiu Xiaorong, tell me!!" Fu Rong's eyes were stained red with anger, but it gave her a more real and eye-catching beauty.

"I don't know whether it's good or bad! But I'm sure that the Ji family's massacre is definitely not what the Jiang family said!" The young white-robed general couldn't bear it.

"It was definitely not the work of the Jiang family? Did you witness it with your own eyes? Or did you hear it with your own ears? Do you dare to say that it was definitely not the work of the Jiang family? I saw it with my own eyes. Jiang Ziyang stepped out of my house the day the whole family was massacred!!" Fu Rong was angry, anxious and sad.

The cavalry looked at each other, wondering whether they should stop or not.

The lieutenant is smiling.

And Zhang Siying has completely calmed down.

Furong yelled loudly, the young general in white robe yelled louder than her.

"Because Mie Ji's family is full of your mother—a master of Rong Di."

Unable to bear the injustice suffered by his friend, the young general in white robe blurted out the truth in desperation.After I finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat, and I thought badly.

The silence this time was even more suffocating than the previous ones. Everyone held their breath in unison, without blinking their eyes.

As soon as the words fell, Fu Rong, who was still crossing her hips just now, almost stabbed the young general to death with her sunflower-like fingertips, forced the young general to retreat again and again. Clear, say it again."

It's like asking if you have eaten or if you want to have a meal here.

Zhang Siying thought, really domineering.

The white-robed young general smashed the jar and said: "I just said that Mie Ji's family is full of families. It's your mother, a Rong Di spy."

It is probably the most desperate grief and the most intoxicating joy that has been experienced. Such news did not make Furong lose her composure.

Of course, it's hard to see any changes on her smeared face.

Fu Rong swayed slightly, and then said in a tone of sudden understanding: "Oh, no wonder, the movements are so fast and the strikes are so accurate."

"Take all precautions, but it's hard to guard against house thieves."

"Who would have thought that? The dignified general was bewitched by Rong Di's meticulous work."

Unknowingly, tears flowed from Fu Rong's eyes like a trickle, but she herself didn't notice it.

Who would have thought?The majestic young head of the Jiang family was bewitched by a woman.

As a result, if the sincerity does not exist, life will not be guaranteed.

***

"Amitabha, good is good."

"You don't know your true heart, so you share the same bed with different dreams, and the love is deep and the relationship is shallow. The concubine doesn't know your true heart, so that it causes a catastrophe, and the relationship between husband and wife is destroyed."

"It's really a pity that there was a happy marriage in the first place."

It's a pity, but it's not a pity.

Everyone in this world has their own fate line, but the fate line is not static. It is very likely that a butterfly's wings will cause huge changes.

The original match made in heaven may also break down due to the dishonesty of both partners.

Xie Ange clearly saw that the red thread tied to Furong's ring finger was broken.

There is a strong red line on her ring finger, and it stands to reason that she should be right with her destined husband for the rest of her life.Now, the red thread has been broken, Hongluan Xingyin, she will probably be alone for the rest of her life.

So, don't blindly believe in the so-called fate, or plot.

Xie Ange was not interested in the follow-up development of this matter, so he left with new ideas.

As the battle turns and the stars move, the cold comes and the summer goes.

The years passed quietly like this.

For a whole year, although Xie Ange has been going around in Nanliang territory, he has traveled to many places, entering every temple, visiting and placing orders, and discussing the Dharma with other monks by the way.

Because he brought with him the guidance given by Dudish and the Jiankang City Government, and the recommendation letter from Master Jie’an, so as he expected before he set off, all the temples in Nanliang welcomed him and gave him A lot of convenience.

In this way, learning while playing, Xie Ange's progress is not fast, but the level of enjoyment is maintained at a relatively high and stable level.

Walking between the heaven and the earth, watching all things wither and flourish, and the four seasons turn.

It seems to be the same as what I saw in the previous world, and what I saw in Fahua Temple, but it seems to be different.

I saw a flower on the side of the road yesterday, and I saw this flower again today.

Is this flower the same as yesterday?Is it possible that yesterday's flower has withered, and a new flower has bloomed on the branch?

If the flower of yesterday has not faded, is it still the flower of yesterday?

Is there eternity in this world?Does eternity exist in the mind, or in matter?

The flowers bloomed and soon thanked again.

This is not eternity.

But the flowers that have withered fall to the ground and turn into spring mud, from root to branch, and bloom again on the branches in the coming year.

Is this an alternative eternity?

This year's flowers withered, and next year they will bloom again, and the year after, the year after, and the year after... it will continue to bloom.

Is this eternity?

Is this the eternity of a flower, or the eternity of a flower tree?

Flowers will wither, and flower trees will die, but as long as this kind of flower does not die, it will continue to bloom, and it will be with the planet that gave birth to it forever.

So, is this the eternity of a flower?

Zooming in again, planets also have birth, growth, aging and death, so, can the eternity of a flower be called eternity?

Compared with the planet, the time of human existence is so short, it is just a short second in many years.

Is the eternity that human beings think is just a moment when compared to the planet?

With no trifles to bother his mind, Xie Ange's thoughts were indulged and roamed to the maximum.

He thinks about all kinds of weird questions, which may or may not make sense, may be related to Taoism, Buddhism, or neither.

The more he thinks, the more questions he has, the more Xie Ange understands his own insignificance and the vastness and greatness of nature.

This behavior may make sense, or it may not make sense at all, and it is a waste of time.

But Xie Ange enjoys such "wasting time", and feels wonderful and comfortable.