Spring copy

Tai Sui fled away, digesting the spiritual power he got from the Tilia Society, and then entangled with the rest of his party and started killing.

Shaohao personally led the troops to confront him, fighting on the water bank, three days and three nights, blood stained the waves, the rest of Tai Sui was almost wiped out, but Tai Sui was unscathed, he pressed a palm on Shao Hao's heart, and then broke through the encirclement , and go away.

The gods of the Western Realm announced to the outside world that this battle was a great victory.

But the monsters from the lower realms were all excited and ready to move.

The lowly and heartless Tai Sui, who was only assigned to the gods to temper their magical weapons, was able to defy the sky, wounding the most noble Baidi Shaohao in the Western Realm, wounding the gods countless times, and then retreated completely.

It seems that the authority of the gods is no longer unshakable and unchallengeable, and this news has caused an undercurrent of turmoil in the Three Realms.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of rebels anywhere, only determination and call.

Obviously, Tai Sui only needs to ascend the heights to become this determination and call.

Shaohao was recovering from his wounds in the Xihua Hall, and people would visit him from time to time, and the gods were worried, and they came and went with nothing more than one sentence: Tai Sui must be killed immediately!

After being harassed for a few days, Shaohao finally had time to sleep.

The feeling was very shallow, and soon he began to dream, and vaguely saw himself blind, hunched over, and pulling a huge boulder.

It was a road that seemed to have no end. There was a man sitting beside the road, wearing a peacock blue robe, holding a jug in his hand, crookedly drunk.

"To my lord Baidi." Holding the wine glass, he smiled happily.

Shaohao felt chest tightness, coughed for a while, and immediately woke up.

This is what Bai Ze wanted.

The world is in chaos, demons dance wildly, and all rules are broken.As a bonus, it would be best for the honorable Lord Baidi to be thrown into the muddy pond and trampled in the face by others.

Seeking benevolence and benevolence, he should go to see Qingluan now.

It's a pity that they never had a chance to be approved.

Although he didn't do any tricks, but no matter what, Shaohao couldn't restrain his faint pleasure for this fate. He covered his chest, and for some reason, he couldn't stop coughing until his face was flushed, and even his eyes were bloodshot. Come.

And Na Xu walked into the hall at this moment, saluted slightly, and then remained silent, waiting for him to calm down.

"The poor monk came for Tai Sui." After the long cough ended, Nasu went straight to the topic.

Although Shaohao had a flat cough, he was still unable to speak, so he motioned for him to continue.

"Na Xu wants to ask Master Baidi to revive this soul eye." Na Xu took out the branch and signed it: "Then please join hands with the gods to force the soul of Tai Sui out of Mo Ya's body."

"Why do you think Tai Sui will be so obedient, standing there, waiting for us to fight and shake his soul out?"

"Na Xu has a spring song that can wake up Mo Ya."

Shaohao paused for a moment, then lowered his body, looked into Na Xu's eyes, and said: "What happens after the soul is forced out? The angry soul is destroyed, its soul is indestructible, and it will soon find a new host. I I know that Mo Ya is your love, but we have already suffered a serious injury, so we won't waste our souls to do such things like sacrificing everything."

He tried his best to restrain his words, but Shaohao's temperament was indifferent but firm, and this was already an irreversible rejection.

"The Tai Sui Rebellion, everything started from me." Na Xu said slowly, "So Na Xu will be responsible for this matter."

"How are you responsible?"

"After the soul is forced out, Naxu will force him into the ninth gate and seal him forever."

Shaohao fell silent immediately, fixed his eyes, and looked at him deeply.

"Na Xu will gouge out his heart as a curse and seal him forever." Na Xu met his gaze with a firm voice.

"For this monster, in this life, are you still willing to give him both hearts?"

"Na Xu and him have long been destined. In this life, the first heart and the second heart... are all dug out of Mo Ya. Therefore, Na Xu is willing."

Na Xu was indifferent, calm and upbeat, and passed the upper lottery inlaid with Mo Ya's soul eyes towards Shaohao.

The mandarin ducks are wing-to-wing, and the branches are entwined.

Sign and approve the marriage, as written above.

Na Xu stretched out his index finger, lingering a little bit, and lightly swept across the horoscope.

One month later, the sky is also crazy, and it is still winter.In the middle of the desert, where the moonlight clan tiankeng is located, the sun is blocked by yellow sand.

The Xianming bird flapped its wings, and the wind swelled, sweeping across the air, and the little demons following Tai Sui collapsed again, retreating a hundred meters away.

In the desert, a strange silence suddenly appeared.

The wind stops and the clouds live, and even the heat that has been transpiring in the desert seems to be frozen.

A ray of skylight casts down, and the fine sand dust seems to be plated with gold, flowing slowly, refracted several times, and finally shines into the platform of the Tiankeng that never sees the sun.

The ninth door is opened, and according to past experience, it will be open for at least two hours.

In the middle of the platform, Tai Sui's right arm was slightly wounded, and Na Xu stood in front of him, while Shaohao led six gods, standing in the shape of seven stars, and surrounded him.

Tai Sui's shoulders were slumped, his right index finger rested lightly on his lips, and he smiled wantonly and contemptuously.

"All the defeated generals, today's new trick is to beat me into the ninth gate?" He said, looking around, and finally caught Na Xu, "Then, you have to dig your heart out again, and curse me that I will never be defeated!" out?!"

Before he could finish his words, he kicked up the dust, and then pressed down on Na Xu with all his strength.

Kill it with one blow, and then retreat quickly.

Tai Sui made up his mind, breath surged all over his body, and his blood heated up, as if burning.

Qingluan's singing sounded at this moment.

Using fragments of Qingluan's voice, Guan who was hiding in the dark began to chant, pouring out all his body and mind.

Spring.

The sky and the earth are silent in the curl, this voice is as soft as boneless, but it reaches nowhere, passing through all gaps.

The night is over, but the dawn has not yet arrived.

Blood smeared all over the ground, trekking alone, time has turned to dust, but the road never ends.

But why, he refused to give up.

What is it, pulsating under the ancient ice.

And who is it, at the other end of the world, with white clothes and a bright head, waiting for him to come.

The tune was mellow, neither rush nor slow, like a candle, not strong, but slowly illuminating that person's eyebrows and eyes.

In an instant, spring returns to the earth.

"That thread."

Mo Ya softly woke up from the long dream, stretched out his hand, as if traveling through thousands of rivers and mountains, and touched his face.

After going through all kinds of hardships, the two finally got together, although there was only time for one song.

Na Xu took a deep breath, calmed down, and took out the stick to sign on.

Shaohao's soul eyes poured with painstaking efforts were placed on the head of the stick, faintly glowing.

"These three eyes of a person are connected with the heart. It is indispensable." Seeing that the soul eye has not penetrated Mo Ya's forehead, Na Xu said softly, "You should be more pure-hearted in the future, after all, the soul eye has been injured."

His words were very plain, no different from his usual self.

"You try to concentrate, Lord Baidi will help you move the formation, combining internal and external, it should be able to drive Tai Sui out of your body."

Again, it is still very flat, the tone is a straight line, and all emotional ups and downs are restrained.

After speaking, he grabbed Mo Ya's hand, not tight or loose, fingers interlocked.

When the spring copy reaches the peak, Qingluan's voice is low and melodious, and all things are awakened and blooming.

Mo Ya's eye circles were inexplicably wet, and he said, "If we can get out, we will go back to his Hengshan Mountain with Gao Shou. It is said that the land there is fertile, and badgers are everywhere. There is an apricot forest behind the mountain, and the reeds are eight feet high by the water. Suitable for Yehe!"

Still holding his hand, Nasu said hello in a low voice.

"I don't dwell on my past any more, I don't want to be cheap any more, just like what is said in literary films, I just live in the present."

Na Xu said hello again, bowed his head, not daring to meet his eyes.

"The ninth gate, you chose here because you found a way to lock Tai Sui in again?"

Na Xu paused, the five fingers holding his hand trembled slightly.

"What is this method?" Mo Ya hooked his head and looked at him deeply.

He has not been considered smart all along, but it is more than enough to see through the monk.

Na Xu couldn't answer, and at this moment, he couldn't say a word of the lies that could not have been more perfect.

So the answer was clearly revealed in his silence.

The tune is still being sung, so the original wind is coming, peaceful and beautiful.

It was as if they had really arrived in Hengshan, picked apricots to make wine, roasted badger meat, passed out drunk by the water, the reeds rippling, and the spring breeze scratched the soles of their feet.

Mo Ya felt bitter in his mouth.

"Shut up!" he said a moment later, his voice hoarse, and without thinking, he slapped the viewer in the distance.

"do not want!"

Na Xu blurted out, and without thinking, he dodged to take his palm.

The wind of the palm swirled, and Mo Ya withdrew his momentum, but this palm was not light, and Na Xu was still shaken away a few steps.

Just a few feet away, Na Xu hesitated to speak, entangled in all kinds of ways, unable to talk about it.

"If the tune stops, you may never wake up again."

Finally, he found a fairly suitable beginning.

Mo Ya was silent, looked at him, and encouraged him to continue.

"Tai Sui got half of my awakened soul, became extremely powerful, and committed many sins."

Mo Ya looked indifferent, and this reason was not enough to convince him.

"In the final analysis, I dug out a heart for him. I can't ignore the so-called karma."

Still not enough.

"Tianhui is dead, and I killed him with my own hands. I didn't ask the truth you always wanted, but I hope that you can put aside the past, no longer be entangled by Tai Sui, no longer be oiled, no longer be Torture, live an ordinary life as an ordinary person."

The breeze was blowing on his face, and the music was lingering, Mo Ya was a little moved.

"What's the name of this song?" He asked after a while, as if his mind had calmed down.

"Spring copy."

"Chun Chao..., so you mean, if you dig another heart, I can drink wine and sing songs after I get rid of Tai Sui, and occasionally go to a brothel to have a whore, and welcome my second child happily." Is it spring?"

Nasu was speechless.

"The song is already halfway through, and it will be too late if you don't get lucky, please talk less about your love, and think of the common people in the world!"

Behind him, I don't know which God is speaking sternly.

Mo Ya raised the corners of his mouth, turned around abruptly, and looked at those high and mighty Heavenly Venerates.

"Everyone in the world? Is that a magical thing?!" He said, sneering, his dry lips were cracked, his words were bloody, his eyes were faintly golden, and a sense of magic was oozing out.

The upright and stern Shangshen suffered a great loss from Tai Sui, so he couldn't help but take a step back.

Na Xu came over at this moment, his palm was slightly cool, and he gently held his hand.

When it was hot and cold, Mo Ya woke up immediately.

He is a monk, Monk Nasu.

Even if he doesn't mind falling and sacrificing himself as a devil, he will not be willing to follow.

He read a lot of scriptures, drank a lot of ink, and felt that it was the most cost-effective deal to dig another heart, save himself and save the common people along the way.

There is frost in the wind.

Na Xu spoke slowly: "In the common people, there are Di Ting and Master Gao who are fighting Kunlun day and night, and there are senior brothers and Na Yan who stick to the Yanyun Temple without sleep. There are thousands of dust in this world, and the scenery that fetters the demons, but Na Xu still can't live up to it." .”

The gentlest people are often the most stubborn, and things seem to be going nowhere.

Mo Ya was reluctant to let go, and refused to let go.

Even the Buddha promised that they could be together in this life, how could they let go?

The world is not benevolent, and the glorious ninth gate cannot lead them to happiness.

Mo Ya was stunned, looking at the door that he had desperately searched for for a long time.

Probably because the wish was too strong, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"If I walk through this door, will it be me or Tai Sui who wakes up inside?" He said, for some reason, he was inexplicably determined, and looked towards Shaohao.

"Tai Sui has been in the door for nearly 3000 years, and the Inner Devil's robbery has hurt his inner essence deeply. If he enters, he will be hard-pressed to return, and his consciousness will definitely not be able to fight against you. As long as another 13 years, his soul will disappear."

After a while, Shaohao answered.

"That is to say, after entering, I must be the one who woke up?"

Shaohao nodded, finally raised his gray eyes, focused on Mo Ya's face, and said, "Yes, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say, if I go in voluntarily and promise never to come out, wouldn't the monk not have to dig out his heart!"

"It's the place of the devil's calamity. After entering, you will suffer from thousands of thunder piercing your heart every day."

"I have lived for 26 years, and for 20 years I have been suffering under various names and in various forms. Suffering is something that I get used to suffering."

"If you suffer and suffer, you will roll over. If you open this door, you can't escape without taking it."

"I can, I was born mean, a masochist!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense anymore." Hearing this, Na Xu came over, no longer hesitated, and began to activate the body-binding spell with his fingers: "I'll tie him up, Master Baidi, you are lucky!"

"Okay! Monk, just tie it up. If I live in the future, I will live for 13 years. If there is no thunder, I will go find it. I will chop it every day for 13 years, and I will not lose it in a day!"

Na Xu paused, the mantra twitched, and fell lightly with the wind.

"I opened this door. If you need to dig another heart, close the door. Monk, do you think I have a reason to forgive myself?"

Mo Ya felt sad.

"I don't like to talk nasty words." He said, looking at Na Xu, "but monk, I think you know that it's not impossible to undo these things."

"Losing you is beyond redemption."

In the most desolate and unpredictable desert, in the most gentle and gentle song, these words are uttered by Mo Ya, who has always been the most unformed, and it has a special taste.

Naxu stood upright, feeling unable to hold herself back, and finally shed tears.

"I swear by my dead parents and younger brother, after stepping into this door, I will never go out for 13 years." At this moment Mo Ya turned around, without any hesitation, stretched out two fingers, looked at Shaohao, and then Lifting up the front of her clothes, she touched her knees slowly: "God is above, please go to God, let my family Na Xu go."

Lawless mortals fell to their knees and begged for a boon.

Ask God for a gift.

Shaohao made a slip of the tongue, and his chronic illnesses rushed towards him like waves.

The headache was so severe that it was about to split, and his vision began to be unclear, but his hearing was extremely sensitive at this moment.

The gods were talking all over the place, advising him absolutely not to do it.

And that song Chunchao is still sung in Buyi Bu Rao.

Bai Ze's spring copy.

He once said that what is spring is the sprouting of the heart and never giving up.

He said he didn't understand.

He said he was not as good as Qingluan.

He said: Buddha Dharma is exhausted, and you have thousands of kinds of compassion, but they are no match for true love.

The melody is gentle, but this spring copy, which is about to be sung to the end, also reveals a little sadness.

The desert is blowing again, and the ninth gate is about to close.

Shaohao raised his head, he didn't know where he was facing, and he didn't know who he was facing, he let out a long and long sigh.