After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

The environment in the environment, the mystery of reincarnation;

Zhou Feng still loves knives.

It's a pity that there is no one suitable for him in this promise big fairy world.

The killing and hostility are too heavy, and the body of the knife that is too fragile often cannot bear the majestic spirit of the knife.

Whenever Zhou Feng practiced his sword, Xuan Zhe would sit in the Dongtian Water Stream not far away and watch the apprentice cabbage practiced his sword.

Koizumi Dingdong, his eyes fell on the end of the Dingdong spring, looking at the hazy mist, revealing a green and immature face, overlapping with a certain memory, a certain dream.

This little boy has a rough life experience. He is a soul struggling out of hell. He looks like a ghost, but possesses the cleanest and purest sword intent in the world.

"Xiao Zhou, I am a sword fairy, and you have such a deep obsession with swords, why would you want to worship me as a teacher?" Xuan Zhe lowered his eyes, and there was a small mole on his eyelids, as black as ink.

Inexplicably and erratically, Zhou Feng wanted to touch the little mole, but halfway through his hand, he suddenly felt that this action seemed a bit inappropriate.

"Ah?" Xuan Zhe raised his eyelids, and in those pupils was stuffed a Zhou Feng who was not too big or too small, and a pool of clean water was blown into waves by the wind.

Zhou Feng lowered his head, feeling very depressed. "When I was just born, I was born in a mound of knives, and no one raised me. There was a bird and beast fairy, who probably regarded me as its child, fed me raw meat, and gave me water to drink.

Later, because I had a knife, I knew how to use a knife.Five years later, a group of horses and horses passed by. They lost their way and had nothing to eat, so they killed that beast fairy...to eat meat. "

A drop of transparent water falls on the clouds.

Xuan Zhe didn't continue to ask, the dull pain came from the heart belatedly, and he patted Zhou Feng's shoulder.

What Zhou Feng didn't say was that that year when the immortals came on the cranes, and wherever the sword light went, they would eliminate all evil. The team of chariots and horses was an unshakable colossus to little children, but they were nothing to Xuan Zhe. It is a grain of sand, an ant.

They burned, killed, looted, and when they did unrighteous things and looted the village, they were swept away by Xuanzhe's sword light, and finally they committed all kinds of evil and would kill themselves, which is what they deserve.

For Zhou Feng, the immortal is a glimpse of a dream, the most beautiful moment in this life.

He finally came to Cangming Mountain, and finally found the fairy. Although he didn't know how much suffering he had suffered along the way, he finally had a place to go for all the hardships, which could turn into lasting sweetness.

Day after day, year after year.

Immortal youth stays forever, and the little boy in the past also grows into a young man.

The thriving love will finally erupt one day, after all, paper can't cover the fire, the human body and chest are so thin, how can it be covered, and the heart beats violently when you meet that person?

"Master, you say that the teacher is the most respected, but I want to spend time with you and grow old together, what should I do?"

The black-clothed, black-haired young man stubbornly knelt at the foot of Cangming Mountain, separated by the mighty mist, his words were sonorous, with infinite spirit and firmness.

Hearing Xuan Zhe's words was like weeping blood, desperate despair, those words.When it comes to the end, the hoarse sound is like a knife cutting the throat.

Low like a hopeless prayer.

"I practice the ruthless way, and when I reach the top of the great road, karma and fate are nothing more than mirrors and moonlight, an empty dream. If you don't practice enough, you will have obsession and greed."

The immortal in white came riding a white crane on the snow, his lowered eyes were indifferent and empty, and his pupil was as black as a sudden night.

Xuan Zhe said this sentence as if reciting lines, his heart contracted suddenly, and the familiar feeling engulfed him, as if many years ago, at a certain point in time and space, he had said similar words to someone.

This sentence made him feel uncomfortable, Xuan Zhe frowned, and subconsciously put his palms on his chest, on his heart.

Zhou Feng thought, God loves the world, since God loves the world and benefits all beings, why is this Taoism called the ruthless way?

He is also confused, loves all beings in the six realms, loves all things in the world, he is also one of many, why can't he bear love in one body?

"Master, you said that you practice the ruthless way, but do good in the world. How is it different from Buddhism's Purdue?"

"Buddha cultivates good thoughts, so is the way of immortality. The Buddha is the heart of the Buddha, and the Tao is the responsibility of heaven." But the master traveled farther and farther, dripping morning dew and turning into lotuses at every step.

Zhou Feng muttered to himself, "The Buddha is the heart of the Buddha, and the Tao is the responsibility of heaven."

Buddhist practice is because of the innate ability to empathize, love people, so save people.

The ruthless way is because of the responsibility bestowed by the way of heaven, which cannot be given up.

Is that so, Master?

Since the master is a true immortal, why can't he break through the limitations of this world and ascend immediately after three tribulations and three failures?

On the night of the full moon, Xuan Zhe went to the court to testify as usual. Although he was at the top after his cultivation, he was still unable to ascend to the real sense of immortality.

It's love...

If you can't overcome the tribulation in this life, it will be the end of the soul flying away.

But Xuanzhe's current cultivation in the small world is only a mile away from his ascension. He can vaguely understand that this world, the incompleteness of the rules of the avenue, and the defects of his own mind, seem to be in a dream, and he is himself. , he is not himself.

"Xiao Zhou."

Xuan Zhe smiled bitterly. In the first life, he lost Zhou Feng because he was reborn in a mortal womb. The beginning of this fate was too bitter.

It's a pity that this time, because of the serious injury of Daoism, he went a little late, and the bird was eaten by the villains.

Zhou Feng is Xuan Zhe's love robbery.

When Zhou Feng inquired and spied in all kinds of ways, and finally knew that this was the reason why a sword fairy like Xuanzhe Jianjun couldn't ascend to Taoism, his heart was surging like a sea of ​​waves.

It turns out that the master who has been thinking about him is also interested in him?

Sword Lord Xuanzhe failed three times during his tribulations.In the catastrophe of ordinary human feelings, one would either kill his wife to prove the Tao, or die and disappear. Perhaps it was because of his profound cultivation that he could survive the thousand-year road to prove the Tao.

Tribulation three times, do not kill or die.

Zhou Feng didn't understand before that every word he said from the bottom of his heart was the poison of love that lured Master to fall into the quagmire.

Xuan Zhexiu said ruthlessly, how can he teach his disciples if he can't see through it.Zhou Feng was too stubborn, he wanted to pull his master into the world of soft incense, and he wanted that high-ranking immortal to bow his head and take a look at the world.

It is also unknown which full moon night, Zhou Feng used to not know why the master went to the courtyard, but now he has guessed, he did not obediently obey as in the past, but followed Xuan Zhe.

On the way to prove the way, the wounds of the heaven and the way will strike at the same time. Hiding behind the laurel tree, he looked at the scars of the sharp blade piercing through his heart on the back of the master, and his heart convulsed with pain.

Finally, with trembling hands, he touched the seemingly cold but soft and warm cheeks, and then pressed his lips to the top, kissing the pale lips into a delicate and charming flower.

Master, fall in, come with me.

The tall immortal bent his back, as if his whole body had been smashed into pieces, and surrendered to him. Xuan Zhe grabbed Zhou Feng's waist and deepened the kiss from shallow to deep.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou."

Xuan Zhe's memory stays in the first love disaster, he was a teacher.

Zhou Feng is just an infant who was polished into a copper wall for his homeland by the sword lord—and then abandoned.

——The first calamity——

He was born in a quagmire, and he deserves to die in the treacherous rivers and lakes.

Zhou Feng often thinks this way.

What can a Jiang Liuer do if he is picked up?

It is impossible for everyone to be a holy monk who learned scriptures from the west and came from the Tang Dynasty in the east.

At Xitang Ferry, there are always a few wooden basins floating on the surface of the river every day, not too big or too small, just enough to hold a newborn baby.

There are a lot of people coming and going, and there are also "kind people" who have kindness to save these children. Good-looking boys and girls are sent to brothels, and those who are not good-looking are given rice soup, which will drag the children to four or five. At the age of [-], they will be released, or they will be self-reliant, dragging their feet around, and become coolies here and there to earn a living.What's more, they fell asleep forever in the nightmare without even opening their eyes.

Good luck to Zhou Feng.

Maybe that day, the wooden basin that held him happened to be gilded by the sun, or maybe it was just because the surname Xuan was in a good mood that the dignified priests of the whole country would also take their children from the river to raise them.

Zhou Feng was enlightened very early, and was too mischievous, like a black coal ball jumping up and down.

On an innumerable day, he knelt in front of the hall, dressed in black, listening to the teaching with his eyes downcast.

The line of sight is too low, and only the plain white hands of Mr. hanging down can be seen, which are too clean, with well-defined joints, like nails that pluck the heartstrings, making the heart itch.

"Jade can't be cut, it can't be used. Xiao Zhou, you are jade, not a monkey led by a juggler."

The husband raised him for the restoration of the country. The orphan left by the daughter of a certain palace in the previous dynasty is the compass for action. If the compass is broken, there will always be similar babies who will become puppets. Moles on the soles of the feet are Zhou Feng's luck.

It was not easy for Xuan Zhe. Immortal cultivators originally had a thousand years of life, but because of his homeland, he lost more than half of his life.

He would rather struggle to find a way to reach the sky in the broken mountains and rivers, hide his name, forget himself and climb all the way up, hoping to get a glimmer of hope.

The husband will not grow old, his face is as clear and handsome as when he first saw him, and he seems to be in a trance after seeing him a lot.

"Is there only restoration of the country in your heart?" The young man has grown up, his pupils are dark, his body is straight, and he is only half a head lower than his husband when he stands up.

In the shadowy candlelight, Xuan Zhe looked down at Zhou Feng, and nodded firmly.

Osmanthus cake in the morning, white eyebrow tea in the afternoon, and scented wax at night. Habit is a terrible thing. The young man naturally erodes every piece of land in the name of filial piety. He works hard and perseveres, waiting for the final showdown.

Even the truth came out so abruptly, it was like a joke.

The real king is not dead, so what will happen to the person who puts on a tiger skin and sings?

Fortunately fortunately.

Luckily, Xuanzhe was only one step away from sinking into the mud, and there was still room for recovery.The self-deceiving play of wanting to exchange the civet cat for the prince ends with killing the civet cat.

He really is, deluding himself.

Now that you can think of stopping the loss in time, how can it be counted as being emotional?

The end of self-deception is to lose him.

Zhou Feng was killed by the rebel thieves as the real king.

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