Chapter 593: Let the world be bright

Chapter 59: Let the World Be Ever Bright
When Mulberry pulled Fangjie out of the barriers, the light in this earthen house made people's eyes unbearable, as if the sun fell from the sky and fell here. The incredible high temperature in the earthen house is Such strong barriers were also burned to a reddish color.
The people outside had to retreat because they couldn't bear the high-temperature baking.
Shen Qingfan has almost lost her strength. She tried her best to turn the power of the repair into a sword and intended to split the earthen house, but there was no way to do it. At this time, where would she care about the warning before the mulberry and act rashly The inner strength may be stagnant, she just wants to split the huge earth house in front of her!
Shen Qingfan's spirit was almost exhausted. She wanted to see clearly what was happening in the earthen house, but she couldn't help but still refused to give up.
When they saw Mulberry and Fang Xie jumping out of the earthen house, the two fell down almost simultaneously.
After Fang Xie and Mulberry landed on the ground, one person hugged one and swept away. The two talents left, and a fierce white light burst into the sky from the gap they had jumped out of before. It hurts. Few people can look straight at it. Some soldiers looked at it and immediately yelled in pain. Then they turned their heads, and their eyes were teared like sand and gravel.
The white light was shining directly into the sky from the gap in the earthen house, as if a sword of earth pierced the sky.
Immediately following the earthen house, it began to twist, as if a layer of cloth wrapped a beast, and the shape of the cloth kept changing as the beast collided. But I don't know if the barrier was tough enough or the person who held the big king Ming Wang to die together deliberately controlled the power, and the barrier was not broken in the end.
The hot, strong white light lasted for a long time, and a slit was cut in the night sky. Fang Xie tried to find that person along Bai Guang, and he always had the illusion that a man in a brilliant blue shirt would walk on the white light like a walk in the sky. Then he smiled back at him and said goodbye.
Fang Xie did not even have the word dead in her head, but the other two words.
Return
This is not Fang Jie's first thought. The man in the blue shirt originally came down from the sky, stepping on such a white light, and came to the world with a smile. So his return should only be in heaven, from where to go back and forth. Fang Jie couldn't think about it. Where can a person like a blue shirt man go if he doesn't fly into the sky?
When Fang Jie saw the man in the blue shirt for the first time in Fan Gucheng, Fang Jie couldn't help but think about what kind of story a person with such style should need to be worth him. But what Fang Xie thought of today is that no story is worthy of him. Maybe after many years people will forget the name, but they will not forget the white light that pierced the sky a few days. He had walked on this land, but nowhere could he bury his bones.
So Fang Xie stared at the white light a bit stupidly, lest he missed the figure of the blue shirt man leaving. Even though Fang Xie was stronger than the average soldier, his eyes staring at him like this started to hurt, and tears slid from the corners of his eyes, flowing silently.
Sang Yan would like to ask Fang Jie. Is your tear caused by sadness or just by that white light?
But she found that she couldn't speak, because she would hurt her current solution as soon as she spoke. Of course, this wasn't really hurt, but because at this time Fang Guang looked up and was trapped in a very strange mood, not because he was unable to extricate himself, but because he was unwilling to pull out.
So Sang was afraid that he would disturb him if he spoke alone.
Wait wait
Until the white light that might upset the heavens gradually weakened, Fang Jie didn't wait for the picture he was looking forward to. He didn't see the man wearing a slightly white-washed blue shirt walking slowly into the sky, as if he had walked slowly to the second floor in Fan Gucheng's red sleeve move.
After the white light had cleared, it was overwhelming darkness. Everyone hallucinated themselves in a confined space, as dark as if they were blind. The burning red clay house gradually faded, and eventually turned into a strange thing.
The whole body is black and has been burnt as smooth as glass.
Until the sky became pale, no one dared to disturb the solution that had stood still. After Sang Ling rescued Shen Qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao, they stood behind Fang Jie and looked at the man's back. They found that Wei An's body was shaking.
The sun dripped from behind Fang Jie, and he also dyed a layer of gold for the weird earthen house.
I don't know how long it took, Fang Jie took a long breath and walked slowly to the earthen house. He didn't go in, but he knelt down outside and solemnly rubbed his three heads.
"I've always wanted to say thank you ..."
Fang Xie straightened up, slightly red on his forehead.
"Although when you look at me in the red sleeves move, you have disgust in your eyes, but I know that what you dislike is something in my body, not me. Then you drank my half pot of pear blossoms and suppressed it for me I have poisoned the body. You want to drink pear flower stuffed because you don't want me to owe you a favor. Although it seems that my life is only worth the half pot of pear flower stuffed, but I know the weight of that half pot of wine How heavy."
"Sometimes people say you are my master and I am your disciple, because I have never denied selfishness, but I do n’t think about it, how good would it be if you were my master? I do n’t know how I have such an idea, maybe because you are walking on a river and lake road that I cannot reach. I have rivers and lakes in my heart, but rivers and lakes are outside of me. "
"This place is called Suzakushan, Suzaku can be reborn ... I would rather believe that you flew to another place with the fire that burned into the sky. No matter you are Xiang Qingzheng or Yang Qi, you are unique. You. I have been thinking just now, what kind of method should I use to sacrifice you ... until now I wake up, you should not like others to remember you in this way? "
Fang Xie nodded again, each time being heavy.
"But I have to think of a way to keep you out of memory, because you haven't left anything ..."
Fang Jie stood up and shouted back to Nie Xiaoju in the distance: "From today on, the black battle flag is embroidered with a Suzaku."
Although Nie Xiaoju did not understand, she nodded heavily.
"喏"
Fang Xie turned and walked towards the crowd, his face has returned to calm.
"are you alright?"
Sang Yan looked at him and asked.
Fang Xie looked back at the strange black crystal-like building, and said seriously: "Here ... it will be a holy place."
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Gangbuk-do
Overnight, the emperor and his party in a small road view sixty miles north of the ruins of Firefox City have already fallen asleep. The remaining dozens of guards are still loyal to the outside of the emperor's sleeping room, even the living ones. Individuals, almost all with injuries.
Looking into the room from the outside, you can see a dark shadow standing there motionless.
It was Su Buwei, watching the emperor in a daze when he stood by the edge of the soil.
Zhang Zhenren drank with another Taoist priest in another small courtyard. The Taoist priest did not know that the person in front of him was an ancestor-like figure in the Daoism. After leaving Firefox City, I didn't know why Zhang Zhenren took off his robe and put on a common piece of cloth.
"Sir, see if you talk well, can you ask me a question?"
The priest with a goatee and a thin face asked Zhang Zhenren: "Because the collection of books in the view is very poor, and I don't know any knowledgeable Confucian master to confuse me, something has troubled me for a long time."
"You said"
Zhang Zhenren took a sip of cheap sorghum wine and looked up at the sky.
"You have been looking at the sky, and you must have studied the astrology. Ancient books record that there are four gods in the heavens and the earth, one is the green dragon, the other is the white tiger, the one is the Suzaku, and the one is basalt. It is difficult to investigate its roots. Now there are mountains and lakes named after the four gods in many places, but no one can tell what the allusion is. Is it true that such a existed thousands of years ago? , But because the offspring has somehow broken, so that this legend is no longer complete? "
"How did you think of this."
Zhang Zhenren asked with a smile.
"bored"
The Taoist said a little embarrassedly: "All day pretending to be in the concept, the days are dull and dull, so I have to find some things for myself, and the longest fun is to find things that I can't find. I read There are no records of the four gods in Taoist classics, and there are few folk legends. "
"Four Gods ..."
Zhang Zhenren looked up and pointed to the West: "It is said that the first person to call this name was an astrological figure, and he said that there was a white tiger ... the Lord of the West."
He pointed to the guide again: "There is a Suzaku there ... the Lord's Southern Seven Places ..."
As soon as he said this, his eyes suddenly changed, and his gaze was fixed in the south for a long time without moving away. Seeing that his face was different, the priest wanted to ask what happened but did not dare, because he found sadness in the expression of the old man.
Zhang Zhenren stood up and sprinkled the inferior wine in his hand: "There will be no more days in the world ... go away."
Chang'an City
Red sleeve trick
Already fell asleep, the thrush suddenly awakened from her dream, and she didn't know what she thought or what she dreamed, but it was sweat. She got up sharply, ran to the window, pushed the window open, and headed south to see what she wanted to see through the night. There was a boundless panic and fear in her heart for no reason, as if her heart had been pinched by her hands.
She wanted to cry, but didn't know if she was scared by the dream or what she really saw.
Just then, she suddenly noticed that on the opposite street, a skinny old man stood there in the moonlight, looked up, and looked south.
"What do you want to tell me!"
She shouted like crazy.
The old man on the street didn't see it, but just faintly answered, "Go, you can't wait for him here."
Qingle Mountain
One view
Xiang Qingniu, who had just slept with Mo Ningzhi because of the noisy practice of spiritual practice, suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He rubbed it subconsciously, and then sighed and yelled, "I'm sorry for you, your future mother-in-law Dao, and I'll beg you to return the debt sooner or later, hum!"
After scolding, it still hurts.
The pain seemed to be taken away by someone in my heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Then Xiang Qingniu felt a cold on the back of his hand and found that he didn't know where to drop a drop of water on the back of his hand. I found out that I was crying.
but
Why are you crying?
Why is it sad?
Somehow, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had stolen from Brother No. 2 a long time ago: "If I can become a star in my body, let the world be bright forever."
Jiangnan
Luo Yao, standing with a negative hand in the yard and watching the moon, suddenly changed his eyes, then couldn't help laughing, and said three times: "Okay, good, very good."
ps: I originally thought that I would write four chapters today to make up for them, but these two chapters are too hard to write. Just three more, it ends like this today, good.
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