[Thunderbolt] The dragon sings for Qinghua

On Ningjing Xuefeng, Ye Zhongsheng died in the hands of the weapon he created, and Long Su appeared to catch the body that fell backwards.

"Shulou Longsu." There was a slight smile on the exquisite and perfect face, and Xiao's eyes were full of satisfaction.

Looking at Xiao's smile, Long Su paused before softly saying, "It's a shame."

Xiao shook his head wearily: "I'm tired."

"Then go to sleep."

"I wake up, will you be there?"

"This place is suitable for you to recuperate, but not for me."

Xiao Liang's eyes dimmed: "I see."

"Go to sleep." Long Su covered Xiao's eyes with one hand: "When you wake up again, it will be a new beginning, go to sleep, Xiao."

As if being appeased, as if he could no longer continue, Xiao gradually fell into a deep sleep in Long Su's cold embrace, but the hand holding Long Su's clothes was still unwilling to let go.

Sending Xiao under the ice and snow, Long Su picked up the evil knife that was left on the ground, with a cold sneer on his face, no one in this world can let him fail, Shu Lou Long Su's vocabulary has always been There is no word of failure, it was the same in the past, it is the same now, and it will not change in the future.

"Congratulations to the dragon head for completely annihilating the blood-staining evil."

"Yujiefei, is Confucianism so leisurely?" Is it so leisurely that you have time to show your presence in front of me at any time?

"Yin Yang Gu Wu has sent it to Su Zhenzhen's place, and has released the rumors. As for Confucianism, Long Shou has a good leader, and there is almost nothing for his subordinates to worry about."

Long Su looked at Yu Jiefei, who had almost no self-awareness from his subordinates, and deeply felt that he should not have interfered in the affairs of the Beiyu Dynasty and brought people to his side.

So for his own sake, Long Su ignored Yu Jiefei and passed him by.

Long Subing solved the problems that entangled him without bloodshed, and then safely retreated from the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but his friend Fojian said that it was not as easy as him for eradicating the ghost Liang Tianxia who had all five artifacts.

The two eminent monks of the Buddhist sect, the one-page book and the Buddha's sword, jointly laid out a plan to kill the world of ghosts.

There are no people in the world who can undo the moves of the five cripples. Looking at the blood-stained Buddha sword on one page, he said: "Buddhist friend, your injuries are serious, and only the key of good fortune can undo the move.",

"No need." Fojian waved his hand: "My spirit is clear and clear. I have nothing to worry about. There is no need to do extra things."

One page of the book looked at Buddha Sword with an indifferent expression and didn't say anything more, because he couldn't change Buddha Sword's decision: "Let Brahma give Buddhist friends a ride."

"Thank you."

"Where do Buddhist friends want to go?"

Fojian thought of that friend who was always careless and unpredictable. The Buddhist precepts were broken and broken, and there was nothing to worry about... After all, it was just... a deception.

"The footsteps are random, and there is nowhere to settle down." Fojian replied indifferently.

Brahma sighed softly, and walked slowly behind the Buddha sword, thinking of the child who inexplicably carried the Buddha sword and the blood of Longsu: "Buddhist friends, do you feel any feelings these days?"

Fojian paused in his footsteps: "Yuan'er came unexpectedly, but it has a special meaning to me." Not only was he born because of me, but he also bears the blood of the dragon.

It is very rare for Buddhist practitioners to have blood inheritance in this way, Brahma is rarely curious: "Oh?"

Fojian looked at the direction of the west wind of Shulou, and his brows were soft: "Heartless and heartless, it's not about forgetting love and breaking love. I don't know the obsession of the world, and crossing life is just empty talk."

The gentleness between the eyebrows of the Buddha sword made the eyebrows of a page twitch: "You have been moved."

"If you don't move your mind, how can you know the hearts of all living beings? If you don't enter into suffering, how can you understand the suffering of all living beings? If you don't mention it, you can't let it go."

"Taste all sufferings, go through all kalpas, know love and hate, understand cause and effect, obtain the way, and realize Nirvana. This is a test, and it is a test." A page of books looked at the Buddha's sword with compassion: "Buddha sword, you I mentioned it, but never let it go.”

"My mind is wandering, sinking in one person, my mind is the same as before, cut off the evil karma in the world, all kinds of sins, do not regret Shura, the World Honored One has gained wisdom, Abi has no complaints."

Brahma heard the words and looked into the distance: "Infinite prajna is at ease, cultivation is in the heart, action is in the heart, emotion is in the heart, everything is involuntary, so cultivate in the heart."

"what."

"A Buddhist friend rarely smiles."

Knowing that Brahma had enlightened him, the Buddha Sword took another step: "The inexhaustibility of my thoughts is also the magic point of my practice."

"It's the big snowfield in front of me."

"It's a good place to rest."

Together, the two entered the realm of the Great Snowfield one after the other. The Buddhist sword turned back: "This is the end point, please stop Brahma."

Knowing that this trip is farewell, and I don't know when to see you again, a page of writing said: "Please take a few more steps."

"Need not."

"Buddhist friends, please read quietly and quietly, and walk slowly along the way." Without forcing a page of the book, I slowly bent my lower body, and sacrificed myself to save my life with this respectful Buddha sword.

There was a trace of shame on Fojian's face: "I walked calmly, but I suffered from Brahma."

One page of the book smiled faintly: "I don't hate the filth of the world, I only hate the asura practice everywhere in the world, and let Buddhist friends go first, and one page of the book will follow."

Fojian turned around, his heart was like still water.

"Walk through the wind and sand from thousands of miles, north and south, east and west are always home, and the chest is empty, and the heart is a white lotus."

"The autumn wind is running with the sword, don't count the wandering road, the way back through the forest through the snow is short, and there are bells everywhere in the sky."

"Everywhere the bell is ringing, everywhere is home, friend, the return journey is approaching, and Longsu is here to welcome you." Under the swaying wind and snow, the purple figure came leisurely.

Fojian was stunned, and the corner of his mouth slowly raised a touch of softness and walked towards Long Su: "Very good."