Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

After completing one of his integral tasks, A999 submitted the summary file and received an invitation letter.

The mansion of the common people, the place where he lived for many years, can only be visited now with a certificate.

The official entry procedures have been completed, and the A999 number is hung on the top of the job screen of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

The old employees sighed for a long time. The number at the top is not changed often, but once it is changed, it represents another failure of their immediate boss.

Among the three heavens, the common people's heaven is the most kind, and even the newest employees are not afraid of him.

The newly conceived little Tiandao, as well as those who are ranked in the Tiandao, will have a period of training under His hands.

But this training is very easy, nothing more than drinking tea and baking some shortbread.

So his training was jokingly called by the staff of Chuanshuju Tiandao's last leisurely afternoon tea before he took office.

After that, he went to the three thousand worlds, like three thousand rivers.

The dust that time bounced off fell on His sleeves without leaving a trace.He transforms spirits from all living beings, creating only one rank at a time, endowing them with a unique aura, crushing them again and again, and scattering them into the vast void.

Even Destiny and Heaven have teeth sour, and even sighed "Why do people suffer?"

Jinghong, who was younger than them, tried his best to avoid this person, probably because the introverted temperament of the other party was not compatible with their salty fish aura.

All Cangshengdao employees have mixed feelings. They have seen Cangsheng Tiandao with deep clothes and long sleeves, holding one after another little Shunzi in their arms.

Under the fitting four seasons and the stars, He taught the qin of cause and effect, but played and sang "Purple Chrysanthemum's Newborn Hibiscus Pendant" sloppily, and stopped at "Gengleu looks like water for a long time".

In the eyes of others, the common people and the heavenly way are undoubtedly lonely. Compared with the fate and surprise transformed by luck, what he represents is not a certain individual, but a huge number.

It is a living being who is born and dies, and goes round and round. The length and breadth that can be observed are immeasurable. He is the one who looks down on his own way of heaven. The past and the future are like mist on a lake.

A999 finds the way of life in the water pavilion with familiarity.

The fragrance of tea is curling up, the Big Dipper is in the sky, and there is a lotus fragrance.

The moment he stepped on the pontoon bridge, Xie Cangshan was in a trance for a moment.

If you die here, it seems not bad.

The completion of his first mission was highly praised by the bureau. He didn't fall into it like the previous pick, but strictly implemented the mission rules of going through the bookstore——

Correct the cause and effect without implicating the cause and effect.

Although the method is considered to be another way, Tianming Tiandao has always advocated eclecticism, and he is especially optimistic about him.

But after all, he is directly subordinate to the common people and heaven, and he did directly plunder the protagonist's halo during the mission.

Even if it is fake, if the common people and the heavens do not approve of his deeds, he can still be sentenced to death.

"coming?"

Cangsheng Tiandao casually poured tea.

A999 took a sip, the tea was good tea, but he suddenly wanted to drink sparkling water again.

Shunzi's growth is very slow. His appearance is still that of a teenager, but he also looks like an old man. Only inadvertently, he leaks some lively spirit.

The wind of the lonely lake blows, and the way of life and heaven comes straight to the point.

"Since you dare to use the method of stealing the halo to get out of obstacles, you should also think about how to pass my level."

"Ding ding ding! Your sparkling water has arrived!"

The Tianguang intelligent system made the sound of the arrival of the takeaway.

A bottle of sparkling water appeared on the table out of nowhere, Xie Cangshan twisted the cap and poured it into an empty cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

The whole process of the mission, the way of life and nature can be seen at a glance, Xie Cangshan knows his temperament, if this person does not agree with his approach, the moment he steps into the water pavilion, his wish has been fulfilled, let him shatter in this lake and mountains middle.

Since he was allowed to sit down, it was already a smooth ride.

Well worth popping a bottle of drink to celebrate.

"How did I get such a pick like you?"

Cangsheng Tiandao sighed helplessly, and said, "Please go away."

Xie Cangshan got up quickly, and was about to leave in a hurry.

But behind him, Cang Sheng Tian Dao suddenly said: "Since you transformed into a soul, is there anything you want to do?"

The young man turned his head and asked this kind of question every day, no less than Jinghong's boss suddenly wanted to work hard to improve his performance.

He raised his eyebrows and replied, "No, I only do what I should do and what I can do."

"Okay." Cangsheng Tiandao nodded.

Stretching out his hand on the strings, he sent him away.

After Xie Cangshan left, Cangsheng Tiandao also ordered a bottle of soda to take away, boiled it on the fire, and sprinkled a handful of ginger.

Amidst the sound of boiling water, he whispered, "Does cause and effect move when one thought arises? Thirty-nine, you're so unlucky."

And although Xie Cangshan was walking in a hurry at that time, the common people like to play the game, and it was rumored in private that he became the number one magic stick in the bookstore.

But this name is not derogatory. His eyes can sometimes even see the fate of the heavens. Who knows that when he wakes up at night, he dreams of something incredible.

Xie Cangshan answered that weird question very carefully.

That was indeed the answer in his heart.

From the moment he was born, there has been no chance of "wanting to do".

And it is inevitable that "should do" and "can do".

The Lingquan is surrounded by mist and bamboo waves.

Jian Ling made a standard pouncing action and added a powerful speech, which shocked Xie Cangshan.

Probably Chu Lan had never seen such a rich vibration in the Xie Cangshan Lingxian because of her own spirit, and the second half of the words he had memorized got stuck, and she couldn't remember them.

So much so that they maintained this twisting movement by the Lingquan for a full dozen breaths.

"Lan Yin, get up first."

Rao Xie Cangshan is extremely adaptable to the environment, and he also knows that this posture can't talk about anything.

The sword spirit is transformed from a spirit body, and its body has almost no weight. In order not to let the wind blow randomly, it will use spiritual power to heavy the body.

Although Xie Cangshan hadn't sorted out the cause and effect yet, he clearly saw that the sword spirit was determined not to move, so he specially adjusted the weight of the spirit body.

That is, the position of the falling pressure is neither high nor low, it is sinking in his waist and abdomen.

If it were someone else, with such restraint, Xie Cangshan would lie down and lift the opponent's neck.

But this is a sword spirit, and the body is stabbed on one side of his cheek, and the other side is a spiritual spring, which really puts him in a situation where he doesn't know where to use his strength.

If someone entered by mistake at such a time, the scene in front of him would be the scene of a large sword spirit killing the sword master.

Fortunately, Xishan will not have this unlucky guy appearing, so this scene will continue.

The sword spirit's long hair was soaked in the spring mist, and drops of water were scattered in it, and it would shake off with a slight movement.

Chu Lanyin knocked hard on Xie Cangshan's forehead, grabbed his front, gritted his teeth and said, "I take it as yours!"

Stretching out his hand to touch the body on the side, in Xie Cangshan's suddenly constricted pupils, aura condensed in his palm.

Xie Cangshan slammed his elbows on the ground, grabbed Chu Lanyin's wrist with one hand, and clasped his shoulder with the other hand, and turned suddenly towards Lingquan.

With a bang, a huge splash exploded.

The spiritual breath of the sword spirit scattered, and the waves on the Lingquan continued.

Xie Cangshan immediately stabilized his center of gravity, and spread out a solid spirit array in the water mist that seemed to cover the sky and cover the ground.

He tightened his knuckles and firmly grasped the cold and slippery wrist.

He didn't ask what Sword Spirit was going to do.

Accompanied by the scattered original spiritual power of the Lan Yin sword, the answer is actually too obvious.

Chu Lanyin listened to what the bamboo demon said.

He found himself turned in a dead end.

At this time, it is meaningless to try to understand Fengyue.

All logic and results simply point to an end point.

——He wants to thank Cangshan alive!

The sword spirit's long hair was dripping wet, his hands were caught by Xie Cangshan, he leaned forward and lowered his head, his spirit body was like a string so tense that it was about to break.

Those drops of water crackled and fell, falling from the eyelashes, from the chin, and from the tips of the hair.

"I can't help it..."

In the past half month, it was enough for them to see clearly that there was no turning point for Taihui.

This second calamity year will destroy this realm.

After dragging on for fifteen days, Taiwei Tiandao's so-called favored human world has also been filled with mourning.

A large number of causes and effects withered in front of the way of heaven, and his reply to the bookstore was eloquent, but it was only the word "destiny".

If half a month ago, the monks still thought that they had not reached the end of the road, now they should understand that they can never wait for a change of fate.

If there really is some hidden destiny, then it may be this time, announcing the end of Taihui.

It's not as good as Taiyi's overthrow in a breath, Taihui will even go back to Taiwei's old path, and it will be faster and more irreversible.

They have no real purification spells, only three needles, and a ridiculous prophecy 300 years later.

This in itself is extremely contradictory.

Like a chariot that is out of control, who can hold the reins?

Who is the opportunity at this point in time.

Chu Lanyin came back from the world.

He only felt a fire burning in his spiritual body.

The acting leader of the Immortal League died on the battlefield, and there were endless spiritual flowers in front of the gate of Luoyang Pass.

The huge silver flower array, which appeared unprecedentedly in Taihui, pushed to the peak of the law of heaven and attracted thunder calamity.

The acting lord was only one step away from retiring.

He wanted to grow flowers and grass for the rest of his life, but he had already turned himself into a sea of ​​flowers.

Yaoling found the pear blossom of the new generation, which was still not a human fetus, but a rhododendron. Because it grew up in Ningzhou, it gave birth to a little spiritual power.

When he met Chu Lanyin with the basin in his arms, he asked Sword Spirit what he said, but it was just the words "hungry" and "thirsty" repeated over and over again.

Chu Lan asked Yao Ling why he didn't leave, and Yao Ling gently stroked the leaves of the cuckoo and said, "He hasn't bloomed yet."

People are always deceiving themselves, and people are best at self-deception.

This pot is summer cuckoo, which will only bloom in June.

But he couldn't wait until June.

Taihui can't wait until June.

The sword spirit thought more than once, if the destiny in the dark really pointed in one direction, it would be too unfair.

Xie Cangshan should be an idiot. If he wants to retire, he should also go to a realm where the rivers are clear and the seas are clean. Why did he fall into Taihui?

It's as if he is a variable outside of Taihui's destiny.

From the beginning when the dragon died here, to Xie Cangshan's choice to rein in the horse.

Chu Lan heard from Yao Ling that the man with downcast eyes had a dream in the temple.

He dreamed that the formula of Dingtianzhen reappeared a hundred years later, and also dreamed that the Taihui, a tower built like mud and sand, was instantly swallowed up by evil spirits.

And the employees of Cangshengdao who walk through the bookstore are about to overwhelm Taihui's communications.

They were people who had been rescued. When Taiyi was in chaos, they died ten times, and the seniors of A999 could lead everyone to a way out.

He is omnipotent, there is no reason why he would choose to die in that remote Taihui.

He is neither aboriginal nor obsessed.

How can there be such a strong obsession with the order of life and heaven?

Just as they were arguing endlessly about whether they were obsessed with the order of life and heaven, and they took turns blasting the passage, in the Lingquan of Xishan Mountain, the wind passed through the forest, and the green leaves were intertwined. Ming.

Xie Cangshan clearly felt that the spiritual power of the sword spirit was fluctuating greatly, so he hooked his hand to make him raise his head, and saw that the color of the sword spirit's pupils was deepening.

The merits and virtues are abundant in the original spiritual power, and all the spiritual power must be mobilized to be taken out.

He figured out the reason, and felt extremely sad in his heart.

"... Xie Cangshan." Chu Lan pressed her forehead on Xie Cangshan's shoulder, her spirit thread trembled, and she gritted her teeth: "Don't die, don't die, please, take me with you, you can't be like that monk, If you leave me here, if you dare to break the contract with me, I will—"

Even though the spirit body soaked in this scalding spiritual spring, it didn't generate any temperature.

He is like a piece of ice, melting in despair.

During these fifteen days, Sword Spirit understood a very important truth.

Not everything can be cut with a sword.

He wished to kill all the creatures in Taihui to avoid this established ending, but at the same time he clearly realized that he could not do this.

It doesn't make any sense to do so.

If you can use martial arts to get rid of all the chaos, the world will be much simpler, but it is not a real world.

Lan Yin's sword spirit's spiritual line crazily invaded Xie Cangshan's sea of ​​consciousness, but Xie Cangshan didn't have any defenses, allowing the bitter spiritual power to pour in.

He slowly supported it with his own spiritual power, and slowly stretched out the tangled spiritual thread.

In the story of Xie Cangshan, the monk who died on the Day of Waking of Insects left his sword in the world and chose to die alone.

But in Jian Ling's eyes, he couldn't accept this result.

Xie Cangshan thought about it.

He whispered: "I may not necessarily die."

"Huh?" Chu Lan said angrily, "Really?"

Xie Cangshan lowered his head, and said in a slow voice amidst his breath gradually becoming fiery due to the entanglement of the spiritual thread: "Everything is uncertain."

"Maybe I'll go back, maybe stay in Taihui."

He kissed Sword Spirit on the forehead, "Then I will be everywhere."

The spiritual threads were entangled to an unprecedented degree.

With her eyes closed, Chu Lan stretched out her arms to wrap around Xie Cangshan.

He couldn't understand and didn't want to see it, but he wanted to believe it.

More leakage dripping, water mist like clouds.

Xie Cangshan steamed the clothes of the drowsy Sword Spirit and put him on the couch, but his sleeves were pulled.

Jian Ling changed his previous habit of sitting up and sleeping, pulled him to lie down, and hugged him on the ground with his arms and legs.

The long hair of the two was scattered on the pillow, as if they were floating in the water in a spiritual spring, they were inseparable.

At dawn, Xie Cangshan received a message from Tianming Tiandao, not asking him to withdraw from Chuanshuju again, but a poem.

After Xie Cangshan read it silently, he laughed.

He recalled his past, A999 seemed to try to be a human being only after he came to Taihui.

It has nothing to do with tasks or calculations. Put aside the data and analysis to integrate into this world.

When he meets a lover who shares the same umbrella, he doesn't have to think about how much their love and hatred will affect the plot. When he meets a bragging student in the academy, he can just knock on the table and don't have to think about the other party. halo.

And when he rubbed shoulders with unknown monks, he didn't have to avoid when they would die in vain because of the plot.

Pull away from this world, and look down on life and death.

It turns out that wind can be wind, flowers can be flowers, they don't belong to any kind of props, and don't belong to any law.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the stars disappear, the sword spirit sleeps on the pillow, and the bamboo shadows outside the window are covered with plain clothes under the light of the new rising sun.

He was still holding a lock of his hair, Xie Cangshan leaned over, rubbing away Jian Ling's slightly frowning brows with his fingertips.

Life and death are never trivial matters.

This time, it was him himself who wanted to be the man in the eyes of the world of mortals.

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*Purple chrysanthemum newborn hibiscus pendant.The moon is beautiful and the wind is clear, and it gradually has the Mid-Autumn Festival.It's even more leaky.Yan Shu "Butterfly Loves Flowers"