Chapter 156: Interweaving of fate

"Taiwu, you still remember Taiwu, remember Fuyu sword hilt, but you forgot about me."
　　 In the miserable dusk, the woman in the purple shirt is holding the broken piano, and the setting sun slowly falls behind her.
　　 Bai Yi Taiwu said bitterly, "Why are you here."
　　 "Aren't you sure?"
　　 "No, I just thought you would forget me."
　　 "But I can't forget."
　　 White-clothed Taiwu sighed, "You are recruiting relatives in a martial arts contest in Guangzhou, and you are chased down by the seniors of the Xuan Nv School."
"Yes."
"Are you hurt?"
"Nothing to do with you."
　　 "Since they are separated, why come to me again?"
　　 "I want you to stop being Taiwu, I want my An Jingzhi, not Taiwu Jingzhi."
　　 "Don't be bothered."
　　 "You promised me to stay together for the first time."
　　 Taiwu in white was speechless, just staring at her deeply.
　　 The woman in purple shirt took a step back, "Okay, I understand, Taiwu, the world is far away, see you in the next life."
　　 put down the piano, put down the love.
　　 Love breaks, string breaks.
　　 The woman fell on the ground, and won't get up again this time.
　　 Since that day, Taiwu in white has left the Lion's Gate and disappeared.
　　……
　　 Wang Ping'an sits on the bamboo chair with his elbow on his thigh, his fist is pressed against his pensive forehead.
　　The moonlight passed through the bamboo shadows little by little, leaking into the small building.
　　The delicate Huaguang spread evenly on the wooden floor before his toes.
　　 It has been a month since Bai Zimo was unconscious.
　　 Now I was lying in front of Wang Ping'an on a narrow bed, his complexion was as usual, but he was unconscious.
　　 Li Dingxun said he would be fine, but after all, he did not personally see how it was.
　　 Ran Shan seniors have already given up on this, Li Dingxun's words are more perfunctory.
　　 Taoist priests both believed in him and did not believe in him.
　　 said I believe it, because Li Dingxun is a man with a halo, a halo of gods. He never fails, and he is right in everything. Such a person, no, such an existence, he is above the world. If the world is a shop, then everyone is the goods on the counter. Only this Li Dingxun is like a shopkeeper. He could see the fate of the goods at a glance-they were bought, abandoned, and thrown into the warehouse to become moldy. He has that power.
　　Because of this, the Taoist priests did not believe him.
　　 If the world is a shop, there is absolutely no lighting. Everyone is trembling in the shadows. Everyone is looking at the sunlight that leaks in the door. But the only thing that can be accompanied is dust.
　　 Thank you Bodhisattva, because He is a lamp.
　　 But it should be guarded against those who are too powerful. The Taoist priest didn't believe in Li Dingxun, he was holding a guillotine sword in his hand, even if you knew that the sword would not fall on the head, the fear brought by the sharp edge could not be faked.
　　 Xiangshu is a disaster, what is the future of the people of the Pure Land Calendar?
　　 In the past hundred years, nothing seems to have changed, but everything seems to have changed.
　　 Taoist priests vaguely perceive that a new administrative system is rising in the land of China. It is an organization that links the pure land and the power of each village and city unites. A new, similar to the imperial court, can surpass the imperial court.
　　 Wang Ping An hates this feeling, and monks hate such drastic and unnatural evolution.
　　 Now Li Dingxun is an arbiter wandering above the human cluster.
　　 First in the world, second in history.
　　 Wang Ping'an squinted his eyes.
　　 A person who cultivates the Tao, conforms to nature. This is nonsense. Nature will eventually go toward destruction, but humans are trying to eternity. The cultivator is right against nature.
　　 "No, doing nothing, just the right way..." Taoist muttered.
　　 What can he do?
Wang Pingan feels like a husband standing outside the delivery room. The anxiety is the same, and the expectation is the same. The only difference is that lying down is not a pregnant woman, but a swordsman, but in terms of probability, it is actually Same, either live or die...
　　 These weird thoughts filled the hearts of Taoists.
　　 Why, Bai Zimo will be where he is today?
　　 is the "Heart Sword Sutra", which is the mojo sword.
　　 Yes, everything started because of them.
　　 The Taoist priest can see the broken sword hanging on the wall.
　　 The body is black and white, the fracture is flat, and there is a round hole under the cross section. A thin silk thread passes through and hangs on a tenon.
　　 seemed to feel his gaze, Can Jian trembled.
　　 Seeing this moment, Wang Ping'an suddenly felt his heartbeat miss a beat.
　　 "Is Momo?" He asked incredulously.
　　 Can Jian jumped again.
　　 Taoist priest sprang up from the bamboo chair, went forward and grabbed the remnant sword.
　　 It is warm and soft, and it feels surprisingly good.
　　 "Momo!"
　　 The remnant sword did not move, as if the soul hidden in it was exhausted.
How to do?
　　 The Taoist priest injected inner energy into the residual sword, and the lustrous luster overflowed from the silver blade, spread out without a trace, cutting off the bamboo branches outside the building.
　　 Invisible sword energy, the realm that countless swordsmen dream of, with this broken sword, it can easily be achieved.
　　 Is the material of the sword strange?
　　 The Taoist priest fell into deep thought again, but fortunately, he recovered again.
　　 Now is the time to save the swordsman Momo, not the time for curious babies.
　　Well, the sect predecessors all said that it is like detachment of soul and not detachment of soul, so it is certain that at least Bai Zimo's consciousness and body are separated.
　　 Then how should I contact Momo?
　　 Soul-calling is useless. I have tried all kinds of soul-calling, but it is useless.
　　 So do you have to try your own risk?
　　 Taoists have a method for Yin Shen to emerge from the body, and Wang Ping’an knows how to do it, so do you want to try it and use Yin Shen to investigate this broken sword?
　　 is too dangerous. Wang Ping'an felt numb in his hands and feet as soon as he was scared, and now his hands are already numb.
　　 can't help but save it.
　　 Let others come?
　　 There are only a few people who have cultivated Yinshen, except for him, they are all elders, and it is impossible to help.
　　 Then, try and try.
　　……
　　 Fu Xixi once again, ran away from home.
　　 She is still worried about the swordsman, she wants to go to Guangdong to find Li Dingxun.
　　 The robbers on the road have basically disappeared this year, so it is safe to travel. She followed the station to Guangzhou smoothly.
　　 Why not go directly to Lianhua Mountain?
　　 Because there is no money.
　　 She decided to work in Guangzhou to earn a fortune before rushing.
Fu Xixi’s cooking skills are not what it used to be, and even simple dishes can be made with endless aftertastes~EbookFREE.me~ During her days as a cook in a Juxian Lou, her business was booming, a restaurant The threshold has been changed by three yuan.
In July, the scorching sun is like a fire, walking on the street, if it is not cloudy, the strong glare can make people coma, not to mention the humid south, it is really stuffy and hot, like a steamer, everyone is like shrimp dumplings, old It was honestly spreading out, only when he was squeezed by his lips and teeth, he struggling to make a Q bomb sound.
The lip-tooth squeeze here is multifaceted. When the seller meets the buyer, it is squeezing. When the seller and the buyer fight, it is also a squeeze. It is difficult to say which of the two is more different. The amount of sweat is almost the same anyway. So everyone is like a glutinous rice ball, sweating out when they move...
　　 The only thing that can add sauce is herbal tea.
　　 Everyone is drinking herbal tea.
　　The rich have ice cellars, so come to iced ebony soup.
　　 Fu Xixi also learned to make various Cantonese refreshments in the restaurant. In her eyes, the faces of the pedestrians on the street melted under the strong light, like a group of walking char siu.
　　 At this time, a piece of barbecued pork fell on the ground.
　　 just in front of the restaurant, this big sun, no matter what will kill.
　　 So a few children brought the people in, and there was no place to put them, so they temporarily put them in the corner of the back kitchen, next to the vent, where the masters of Bai An made ice drinks, and the temperature was still low.
　　 looked down at the man in white.
　　He is not heatstroke, he was injured in a coma.
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