Vol 7 Chapter 166: Come and go

After looking at the red line in front of the eyes, Li Muchen struggled several times, but tied it gently at the ends, more than ten feet behind him, in the zen room where his beloved wife lived. The sound of wooden fish came softly, and the sound hit his heart, as long as he turned to In the previous step, you can break the red line and see your beloved wife, but after struggling several times, you still sighed gently and retreated, allowing the rain to soak your body, but you didn't care.
Nowhere is this far.
But even in the end, he still respected his wife's decision ...
"Li Shizhu ..." Shuiyue Lao Ni flashed a sad glance, and sighed, the Li Muchan in front of him was far from the arrogant and cold-blooded and ruthless sword in the legends of the rivers and lakes. How much has changed.
Perhaps this is the real Li Muchen, or this is just Li Muchan in front of Ning Huiru.
Sad old Hui Niben wanted to comfort her, but her children's affection was not what she was capable of, but her words were changed. "Li Shi's body is in a safe world, and the rain and the wind are cold, so you can't hurt yourself."
Li Muchen sighed, "The master of sadness returns to me, and every time he drinks and pecks, he has a plan. If the heavens really want to kill me, Li Muchan, no one can recover it."
Sadness returned to Nidan Dan: "There are still many things in the world waiting for the donor Li to do. If the donor is so depressed, how can it be worthwhile to cut off the Huiru for you, if not, how would Benxi be broken for 200 years? The convention of entertaining male guests will contain you. "
"Cut off the dust, make up for my spiritual deficiencies, get back the sword heart, and get back the martial arts of that year?" Li Muchan was extremely displeased with this feeling of being used, and was irritated, Shen said: "Master Sadness is The monk also came to hold the righteous people, is the lobbyist of the day? Huh, does the Momen invade the rivers and lakes, whether the world is alive? That is, it is not for justice in the world, but I like Li Muchen! "
Li Muchen is such a proud, arrogant, and disregarding other people's feelings. He doesn't care about what is righteous in the world and what is for the people. Except for Ning Huiru, he only cares about himself.
Selfishness, although annoying, but self-interest rather than harm, is not wrong, as long as it does not harm.
Grief returned to Ni with a small smile, and said, "I do n’t know what the poor are, but Hui Ru knows the poor."
Li Muchan said coldly, "Hui Ru? Hui Ru will never force me to do things I don't want to do ..."
"It's true." Sad Huihui calmly said: "Hui Ru hopes you will become a of swords, not for the sake of the world, but for the hope that you can survive a little bit more ..."
Li Muchen's body shook, his eyes filled with excitement, and he almost turned and rushed into the Buddhist temple again. Finally, he restrained himself and sighed, "It's easy to cut off the dust!"
Li Muchen passed a strange thought in his heart. Even if he was in the empty door, did he have to suppress his thoughts and guilt of Huiru in this way, cut off the dust, and become a sword again?
Taking a deep breath, Li Muchan looked back at the Buddhist temple, and said lightly: "I have disturbed the master. Since Hui Ru is here, Li Mou has nothing to worry about, so he should leave!"
Sadly, Lao Ni calmly said: "The safety of the donor involves the blessings of the world sitting down, please be treasured here."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Master, rest assured, Li Muchan is by no means greedy for life and fear of death. Besides, with Luo breaking enemy forces, where can I avoid? Teacher Bo invited."
Li Muchen looked dim and slowly walked out of the hall.
Seeing that Li Muchan was going far away, the sound of the footsteps of the pedals came from the inside of the urn. A little nun rushed out of the urn while holding something, and saw the mournful master whispering quickly.
The sad returning teacher was too surprised to flash, and quickly said: "Lee, don't stop!"
Li Muchan looked back in wonder. He knew that his wife was a man. Since he decided not to see himself anymore, he would never meet, so he did not understand what this sad Huishi had called him.
Grief returned to the front two steps, silent, and handed over two things from the little nun to Li Muchen.
"Master Sadness, this is ..."
Li Muchen took it over. It was a string of beads and a stationery.
"The donor Li has the idea of ​​cutting off the dust and never broke the red line. According to Hui Ru's explanation, he will transfer this thing to Li Zu ... The bead is Hui Ru's retreat for a few days here, and he is the Li donor in front of the Buddha. Blessing, the letterhead is Huiru's voice, and the donor is asked to accept it. "
Master Hui Hui looked at Li Muchan who was slightly agitated, and said gently again, "Nothing in the world can get out of chance, and there is also a fate and a fate. The donor is precious."
The spirit of Li Muchan holding the beads and letterheads was different. The breath of breath spread and the rain around him was shaken away. At the same time, the rain on his body dried up immediately. Haha said with a smile: "If you speak well, you are also a fate, and you are also a go. Fate! "The voice was no longer bleak, but full of strange joy.
With a long smile, Li Muchan disappeared outside the misty door. After looking at the red line in front of the eyes, Li Muchen struggled several times, but tied it gently at the ends, more than ten feet behind him, in the zen room where his beloved wife lived. The sound of wooden fish came softly, and the sound hit his heart, as long as he turned to In the previous step, you can break the red line and see your beloved wife, but after struggling several times, you still sighed gently and retreated, allowing the rain to soak your body, but you didn't care.
Nowhere is this far.
But even in the end, he still respected his wife's decision ...
"Li Shizhu ..." Shuiyue Lao Ni flashed a sad glance, and sighed, the Li Muchan in front of him was far from the arrogant and cold-blooded and ruthless sword in the legends of the rivers and lakes. How much has changed.
Perhaps this is the real Li Muchen, or this is just Li Muchan in front of Ning Huiru.
Sad old Hui Niben wanted to comfort her, but her children's affection was not what she was capable of, but her words were changed. "Li Shi's body is in a safe world, and the rain and the wind are cold, so you can't hurt yourself."
Li Muchen sighed, "The master of sadness returns to me, and every time he drinks and pecks, he has a plan. If the heavens really want to kill me, Li Muchan, no one can recover it."
Sadness returned to Nidan Dan: "There are still many things in the world waiting for the donor Li to do. If the donor is so depressed, how can it be worthwhile to cut off the Huiru for you, if not, how would Benxi be broken for 200 years? The convention of entertaining male guests will contain you. "
"Cut off the dust, make up for my spiritual deficiencies, get back the sword heart, and get back the martial arts of that year?" Li Muchan was extremely displeased with this feeling of being used, and was irritated, Shen said: "Master Sadness is The monk also came to hold the righteous people, is the lobbyist of the day? Huh, does the Momen invade the rivers and lakes, whether the world is alive? That is, it is not for justice in the world, but I like Li Muchen! "
Li Muchen is such a proud, arrogant, and disregarding other people's feelings. He doesn't care about what is righteous in the world and what is for the people. Except for Ning Huiru, he only cares about himself.
Selfishness, although annoying, but self-interest rather than harm, is not wrong, as long as it does not harm.
Grief returned to Ni with a small smile, and said, "I do n’t know what the poor are, but Hui Ru knows the poor."
Li Muchan said coldly, "Hui Ru? Hui Ru will never force me to do things I don't want to do ..."
"It's true." Sad Huihui calmly said: "Hui Ru hopes you will become a of swords, not for the sake of the world, but for the hope that you can survive a little bit more ..."
Li Muchen's body shook, his eyes filled with excitement, and he almost turned and rushed into the Buddhist temple again. Finally, he restrained himself and sighed, "It's easy to cut off the dust!"
Li Muchen passed a strange thought in his heart. Even if he was in the empty door, did he have to suppress his thoughts and guilt of Huiru in this way, cut off the dust, and become a sword again?
Taking a deep breath, Li Muchan looked back at the Buddhist temple, and said lightly: "I have disturbed the master. Since Hui Ru is here, Li Mou has nothing to worry about, so he should leave!"
Sadly, Lao Ni calmly said: "The safety of the donor involves the blessings of the world sitting down, please be treasured here."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Master, rest assured, Li Muchan is by no means greedy for life and fear of death. Besides, with Luo breaking enemy forces, where can I avoid? Teacher Bo invited."
Li Muchen looked dim and slowly walked out of the hall.
Seeing that Li Muchan was going far away, the sound of the footsteps of the pedals came from the inside of the urn. A little nun rushed out of the urn while holding something, and saw the mournful master whispering quickly.
The sad returning teacher was too surprised to flash, and quickly said: "Lee, don't stop!"
Li Muchan turned back in wonder. He knew his wife was a man. Since he decided not to see himself, he would never meet, so he did n’t understand why this sad Huishi had called him too. In two steps, he kept silent, and handed over the two things from the little nun to Li Muchen.
"Master Sadness, this is ..."
Li Muchen took it over. It was a string of beads and a stationery.
"The donor Li has the idea of ​​cutting off the dust and never broke the red line. According to Hui Ru's explanation, he will transfer this thing to Li Zu ... The bead is Hui Ru's retreat for a few days here, and he is the Li donor in front of the Buddha. Blessing, the letterhead is Huiru's voice, and the donor is asked to accept it. "
Master Hui Hui looked at Li Muchan who was slightly agitated, and said gently again, "Nothing in the world can get out of chance, and there is also a fate and a fate. The donor is precious."
The spirit of Li Muchan holding the beads and letterheads was different. The breath of breath spread and the rain around him was shaken away. At the same time, the rain on his body dried up immediately. Haha said with a smile: "If you speak well, you are also a fate, and you are also a go. Fate! "The voice was no longer bleak, but full of strange joy.
With a long smile, Li Muchan disappeared outside the misty door. (To be continued.)