Chapter 872: Illusion is true

In the Underground Palace, the bluestone trail is winding and rugged, revealing a sense of dilapidation.
A broken sword was inserted next to the trail, breathing ancient vicissitudes. Ouyang Mingqu refers to a flare, a streamer flew out, and this broken sword turned into a plume of black smoke, slowly drifting away.
Walking along the path, it didn't take long for a small terrace to appear in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes, and the glare below the terrace flashed a simple ban.
Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, swept his sleeves, and countless rubble fell on the terrace.
Just at the moment when the gravel touched the terrace, a layer of black gas visible to the naked eye flashed away. Green smoke came out and floated upwards, pulling the whole body around, and I saw that the naked eyes above the terrace were all malaria.
As soon as the thought moved, the right hand pinched the tactics, and his mouth shouted: "Qi!" When the sound fell, a palm-sized streamer flew out, facing the wind and growing long. It looked like a turtle shell. This item The whole body is dark, and there are countless complicated and complicated lines on its back, which looks very vicissitudes, it is the ancient dragon shield.
"Slap!" There was a fog, and the fog spattered from the terrace.
The light flashed in Ouyang Ming's eyes, and he stepped forward, followed the ancient dragon shield and rushed into the terrace.
But as soon as the body approached, a large fog appeared in the sky above the terrace, spreading from the inside to the outside, and the spreading speed was extremely fast. Within the mist, there was a huge resistance.
"Prohibition!" Ouyang Ming knew in his heart, changed his direction, and continued on.
But no matter what direction he came from, the fog suddenly appeared, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get over it, like the next day.
Ouyang Ming pondered for a moment, after breathing out a turbid breath, the steps were a little, the left hand turned into a circle, and the right hand painted a square. The two were combined. Like evolutionary beings, countless afterimages appeared in front of him. He once again, the speed of clapping his hands suddenly accelerated, increasing upwards with a special rhythm, no longer limited to the real thing, but the graffiti of the hand, the square is round, the curve is straight, all by one thought.
The ray of light in his eyes had reached the extreme moment, "crack...", a sudden crunch in his waist.
Step forward, the ancient dragon shield in front of him moved abruptly to his feet, and the phantom in front of him quickly overlapped, like the Vajra Bodhisattva's low eyebrow, while the palm of the palm turned out and rolled out.
Suddenly, the afterimages were quickly connected and intertwined with each other, and it seemed that Ding Ding resolved the hanging horns of cattle and antelopes, and released the ban from it.
This method of lifting the ban was something that he did well, but it is also inseparable from Ouyang Ming’s formation method. Although the formation method and the prohibition belong to two different branches, they also have the same effect. And this is only the most Simple prohibition, so Ouyang Ming can easily crack.
Ouyang Ming did not rush forward, but observed the cumbersome lines under the terrace, which were dark and inky, interlaced with each other and spread to every part of the terrace.
Ouyang Mingxin keeps the spirit platform, constantly inferring changes in the spiritual world, and at the same time comparing with the formations he has learned.
The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and after a tea time, he exhaled the turbidity in his chest and chuckled: "The runes of the disk can form a formation, but if they are combined in another way, they can become a ban. . But that being said, this method is too mysterious. With my current formation practice, it is difficult to ponder."
After remembering all the rune lines on the terrace, I got up and walked forward.
Walking across the terrace, a stone door was forced into Ouyang Ming's eyes.
The stone door is uneven and even covered with sword marks, but most of the sword marks are covered by moss. A drop of crystal clear water droplets rolled down from the top of the stone gate, along the traces of the stone gate, and was absorbed by the moss. But the most bizarre thing is the couplets on both sides of the stone gate. Ouyang Ming only glanced at it, and only felt that his eyes were a flower.
A woman suddenly appeared in the spiritual world. She wore a red dress and long hair shawls, like black ink swaying behind her, and her skin was as thick as fat.
When she looked at her eyes, it was as if she was out of focus, and she was more charming and brighter. I saw her jade hand lifted, and a soft tip was stained with ink, and the tip of the tip was like the power of ghosts and spirits. At a stroke, it was cursive, a pen could write numbers, the handwriting was strange and unusual, the atmosphere was magnificent, and it was as easy as the water of the sky. Hanging upside down on both ends of the stone gate, the shock that it brings is simply beyond description.
This font is not the Juanjuan of ordinary women, but is full of majesty and righteousness.
"He has evil thoughts, and Ren Er burns incense without any benefit, standing upright, why don't you see me?" Ouyang Ming murmured in his mouth, his eyes flashed in light, pushed in, and suddenly, his eyes were chaotic and chaotic, Full of description, an illusory artistic conception rumbles open.
The scene changed in front of me when I was slowing down.
The room was antique, the candlelight was dim, and the sandalwood stove embraced by the three of them was smoky.
He looked around, his eyes were weird, and he sighed in his heart. Why am I here, I wasn’t... well, where I was before, I seem to have forgotten something important.
He frowned, even forgetting the idea.
At this moment, the door squeaked softly, Wu Hanning's temperament was cold, her face was charming, and she gently pushed the door in.
"Yangming..." Wu Hanning looked at Ouyang Ming confusedly, a flush flushed on her charming face, and her slender hands pulled the corner of her clothes unconsciously, refusing to return. Her cheeks were crimson, her breath was blue, her scent was fragrant and sultry.
Speak softly: "My heart, you must understand it. I don't want anything, just ask you to share the pains with you." As soon as the words fell, she blushed, pure and gratifying.
Ouyang Mingzhi was proud, and Wu Hanning was also born bright and moving. He felt a little moved in his heart, and said softly, "This is not good, it is still daytime."
Wu Hanning lowered his head, his face shy and exhaled: "What's wrong with this, the monk was going against the sky, fearlessly, fearlessly. Moreover, since you broke into my sedan, I'm yours The voice fell, and the beautiful eyes looked forward, stepped forward, pushed Ouyang Ming down on the bed, untied the ribbon on her hair, her long hair fluttering, her mouth raised, showing shame, a beautiful posture, and tempting . At the same time, he exhaled gently, extinguished the dim candlelight, and the room suddenly darkened.
Ouyang Ming opened his palms and lifted his hands, only to feel a trembling touch.
Suddenly, with a low drink, Ni Yinghong pushed through the door: "You... what are you doing?" She showed despair in her eyes, staring at Ouyang Ming resentfully, grinning bitterly, "Fujun, today, I do After you have eaten seven dishes, they are all your favorite. Waiting for you all day, but you... but you are doing these here, is it worthy of me?"
"No! Not as you think!" Ouyang Ming blurted out, quickly pushed Wu Hanning away and got up from the bed.
Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth twitched. This style of painting seems not quite right, is this too bloody?
He looked at Ni Yinghong's slightly raised belly, revealing the vitality from it, faintly, and the light flashed away.
What's wrong, what's wrong... He kept torturing himself.
This scene is so real that it is impossible to get rid of.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in front of him, carrying a long sword in his hand, kind of eyebrows and good eyes. He doesn't practice swords, arranges the loose soil every day, looks at the stars coming, takes out the carving knives to carve some wood carvings, some people have birds and beasts, it is not vivid, only seven or eight points like, but he is meticulous. One day, he carried the sword and cut it out with one sword. All the wood carvings were broken. The old man's eyes showed enlightenment and smiled: "So it was...
He was born in the royal family, and he was cherished by thousands of people.
He stood on the city wall flying a kite, the breeze sultry, the blue sky and white clouds like the most beautiful picture. He pulled the line and the kite was higher. Suddenly, a dagger in his sleeve was drawn through the white line. The kite broke the line and disappeared in a few moments. He sighed again. !"
He stood in his thirties, married a tender wife, gentle and virtuous, virtuous and virtuous.
Every day at sunrise and at sunset, life is bland but incomparable, and love is very good, and he is always old and prosperous. His son is filial, and he always keeps his work steady, and there is no trace of concern in the sun. In the sunset, their faces are late and their faces are no longer delicate. Crane spots and wrinkles, the two snuggled together and moved forward slowly, his back was pulled by the setting sun for a long time, he sighed and said in a deep voice: "It turns out so..."
This scene flashed in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes, and his eyes gradually showed their colors.
This turned out to be illusion, pointing directly to the guilt and regret of the people. The more you can't hold, the more you want to hold tight, the more you desire, the deeper you fall, the illusion is true, but the truth is not illusion, the true meaning of illusion is not illusion, but true, guilt and regret .
In the sunset, Ouyang Ming glanced at his wife, who accompanied him all his life, and sighed: "I still have a lot of things to do. The burden on my shoulders is too heavy. How can I indulge in this beauty?"
The old woman with wrinkles on her face seemed to feel something. She looked up at him and said, "Are you going?"
"Well, go!" He whispered back with no regrets on his face.
As soon as the sound fell ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the wrinkles on his face quickly dissipated, and a magnificent vitality was rounded out and passed from Dantian.
There was emotion on his face, and his voice was low: "It's not broken at this time, when should I wait?"
The voice did not fall, the sky was torn apart from far and near, and completely turned into nothingness.
Gongming, Lilu, lingering life, and heir peace are the things that people long for in the heart, but the desire will only fill more and more, and sink deeper and deeper. As the so-called desire dissatisfaction is the case, all things like greed, love, parting and resentment are in front of the eyes. It turns out that illusion is not illusion, but truth is illusion.
The light in his eyes was bright. When he opened his eyes again, the light in front of him was dim, and the stone door behind him closed tightly.
In front of him, there were six large formations tumbling with fog, and a vicissitudes of longevity echoed back.
This line of French runes has few lines, but it is extremely concise. It seems to be completely lost at first glance.
As farther as possible, there are nine stone ladders. The top of the stone ladder is filled with mist and cannot be seen clearly.