Flower wine

Blocking thousands of wronged souls, the merits and virtues have been completed in advance.

Also because of this, she has no guides, she only knows how to practice, but she doesn't know how to make merit.

She has always been playful, but without Master's teaching, she is happy to be at her place, as if she was born as a "almost enough" person, who can delay everything.

Until Jiang Xi appeared, she suddenly found that she had more personnel to help, and with curiosity about the world of mortals, she ignorantly walked into the chaotic world of fireworks.

Fu Mo gently stuffed the fruit into Zhao Si's hand, then looked at him with a smile.

Zhao Si was delighted and spoiled, looking helplessly at this fairy-like little girl.

A pair of young men and women suddenly stopped in front of the candied haws stand. The woman shyly lowered her head and twisted the handkerchief in her hand, while the man blushed and stammered out of embarrassment: "Here... .Give me...give us two skewers of...sugar haws."

Fu Mo thought it was fun, and immediately burst out laughing.

The man was even more embarrassed. He secretly glanced at the woman and lowered his head. He didn't have a handkerchief to twist, so he could only stare at the ground with a devout look.

Zhao Si smiled and handed over two bunches of candied haws, admiring the beautiful and shy youthful feelings, only to feel that the lump in his chest was gradually melted away by the delicate, simple and warm throbbing.

The man quickly took it, compared the two, and carefully handed the one with the bigger and redder fruit to the woman.

"Sister Lan...you...you eat...you eat."

The woman was like an epiphyllum blooming in the middle of the night, finally raised her head and smiled, her smile was sweet and carefree.

It looks like happiness.

Fu Mo was stunned.

She has seen a lot of smiles, the happy smile of the master's great merit, the sometimes lonely wry smile, and the helpless smiles of three or two children during the long lonely time in the Crystal Palace, including her own habitual laughter.

Among the thousands of gestures and thousands of tastes, there is no smile that comes from happiness.

Why is this girl laughing like that?

Fu Mo said goodbye politely, looked back at the young couple, full of doubts and shock, and walked blankly on the brightly lit street.

Is this the happiness of mortals?Is this love?

In front of his eyes, Jiang Xi's black pupils filled with fog appeared, ethereal and lifeless, as if he would get lost in them if he didn't pay attention.

When he said in a resolute and determined tone, "Exchanging life and soul for death", Fu Mo was also shocked. How passionate and surging emotions can surge out of the edge of life and defeat human instinct?

Jiang Xi's resoluteness and the happiness of the boys and girls are like throwing a heavy firework into Fu Mo's unchanging and stagnant life.

Shocking, bright, gorgeous.

The moment contains huge human energy, which makes all stagnant water have the tension of destroying and dying in an instant.

Fu Mo has always wanted to explore the subtleties of human emotions, the greatness of human creation, and the cruelty of human means. He has nothing else to do, just to prove that the starting point of his master and himself is the end of all living beings' pursuit.

How proud it is to climb to the top and look down on all living beings.

She panicked for a moment, why did she want to prove it?Isn't proving one's ability a matter of doubt and wavering?

Fu Mo walked, and came to a magnificent mansion. The gate was heavily guarded and a protective barrier was set up.

She smiled lightly, flew to an old tree, sat down, and gently turned a circle towards the mansion, the circle quickly formed a mirror surface, and the scenery inside the mansion was instantly unobstructed.

Frowning father and son, the forehead is nothing to look at, across;

Everyone chirping, this snack looks delicious, if you don’t have money to buy it, you’d better pass it by;

Hey, why is this beautiful sister crying, why does she look familiar, as if she has seen this person in Jiang Xi's memory?I don't like to see people cry, but I still pass by;

Hey, this person is Xiaobai!The one next to him is Yao Tong!

Is this their baby she's holding?It's so cute! It's white and tender!

Fu Mo stopped here, rolled his eyes, and eavesdropped with a smirk.

"Tong'er, give me a hug, you've been tired all day, take a break." Bai Qing begged with a smile, she was clearly begging for help, but her eyes were narrowed, and the corners of her mouth were grinning to the sky.

"Oh brother Bai, why do you think our son is so cute, he is so soft and fragrant, I really can't put it down and don't want to let him go for a moment." Yao Tong was very happy, and his words were filled with unparalleled sweetness.

"Then you can't not give hugs to everyone, let alone our parents, even my dear father, you won't give me hugs!" Bai Qing muttered, angrily.

Yao Tong laughed out loud, "How old is he, but still so childish."

"Hey, it's fine if you hug me, hug two at once, you're so beautiful!"

Bai Qing laughed, opened her arms and hugged the two of them tightly, kissed Yao Tong hard on the forehead: "I am so happy, I am the happiest person in the world!"

The baby in Yao Tong's arms seemed to have sensed it, and actually laughed along with it.

The family of three enjoyed themselves in harmony, and their extremely happy appearance seemed to turn a small courtyard into heaven and earth.

With a smile in his eyes, Fu Mo gently withdrew his hands, and the scene immediately disappeared into the night sky.

The sky is full of bright stars, illuminating the world, but in the thousands of fireworks, there is not a single lamp that belongs to her.

Kitakami

In this life, when a person is born, he is afraid of the head and the tail, and has some fears; after death, he turns into dust, dissolves in mountains and rivers, and has no worries.

I just like to writhe incompletely in this gap between life and death.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the stars are vast, the vast rivers and mountains, the farther you go, the more you feel your own insignificance.

Like a mayfly, in every inch of time that is felt, bravery and maturity flow in the vigorous blood, fermenting into an indomitable desolation and freedom.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, dark clouds swept across the sky and covered the sky with darkness.

A sharp scream pierced through the gray, and spread heart-piercingly in the oppressive world.

A woman with disheveled hair fled in horror, her clothes were naked, and her bare skin showed large bruises and torn wounds, bloody and bloody.

And behind the woman, there was actually a woman who was also in distress and holding a soft whip.It's just that this woman's eyes were dull, her face was livid, and her whole body was tightly surrounded by an inexplicable black air.

She followed the woman slowly, her movements were stiff, even though the woman ran away desperately, she did not open the distance between them at all.

"Help!" the woman yelled heart-piercingly, already approaching the brink of collapse.Suddenly, her feet went limp, and she fell to the ground covered with dead leaves, her limbs prostrated on the ground.

Before she had time to get up, she was startled by the scene in front of her and screamed again.A corpse suddenly appeared, and the position of the head happened to touch the woman's forehead.

The dry touch is like a dead tree branch.

The woman was so frightened that she hurriedly turned around in a panic, but was caught by the stalker who looked like a walking corpse. The woman was in a dilemma and shouted that her life was over.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me..." The woman sobbed, begging for mercy with her head on the ground.

There was no expression on the pale and blue face of the black woman, she mechanically raised the whip, and lashed at the woman fiercely.

The woman subconsciously covered her head, terrified.

But the whip did not come down for a long time. After a while, the woman looked through the gap and found that the man's whip was actually held by a man in white with his bare hands.

The black-qi woman went mad, and let out a "hiss" cry with a ferocious face.The man in white tugged and flung lightly, and the black woman was thrown into the distance like a steel needle.

The strength of the man has the effect of four or two strokes of a thousand catties, and the black woman slammed into the rock not far away, and fell down like a rag.

The black air woman still let out a "hissing" sound, like a dying bellows, broken and subtle.

The man in white slowly stepped forward to look at the woman in black, and was suddenly stunned.

Although it was a one-sided relationship, the battle that day was too fierce. After Jiang Xi retrieved his memory, he recalled it from time to time, thinking about those unimaginable details, in an attempt to clear away the heavy fog.

At the Yangshan Heroes Conference that year, Zhou Xinran, the Emei School with roving eyes, beautiful eyes, and heroic posture, defended the dignity of the Emei School decisively with her stubbornness and fearlessness.

Such a beautiful girl, such a vigorous and willful life, formed a sharp contrast with the gloomy and black walking dead in front of her.The so-called good fortune tricks people, and the world is cruel.

Jiang Xi squatted down, ignoring the taboos between men and women, and slowly injected spiritual energy into his chest.The white aura is pure and entangled with the black aura around Zhou Xinran. As the aura strengthens, they continue to fight and fight. Zhou Xinran is also in this interlacing of good and evil, sometimes sober and sometimes in a trance.

Her eyes were still beautiful, but with the infusion of spiritual energy, they gradually regained their brilliance.As soon as she woke up, she grabbed Jiang Xi's hand before she saw him clearly, and shouted repeatedly: "Quick! Hurry up and save my master and sister!"

"Miss Zhou!" Jiang Xi called her softly: "Miss Zhou!"

Zhou Xinran's crazy eyes turned wildly, showing a painful expression from time to time, Jiang Xi knew that it was the heart-wrenching pain caused by the fighting between the two qi in her body.

"Master Jiang, is that you?" After a while, Zhou Xinran's eyes finally calmed down, and she stared at Jiang Xi blankly.

Jiang Xi: "Well, it's me. Great, you still recognize me."

Zhou Xinran's tears flowed down suddenly, and big drops hit the skirt of her clothes. She suddenly realized something, and turned her face away quickly, not looking at Jiang Xi.

"Aunt Zhou