Vol 4 Chapter 80: My heart is at home

Attorney An walked to the old road. To be honest, such a situation is that Attorney An, who is good at not licking conditions and creating conditions and wants to go licking, is also a bit blind, and he simply has nowhere to talk.
He didn't even dare to be too close to Lao Tao. God knows that under this kind of mentally obvious abnormality, will Lao Tao suddenly lose control of himself?
Slap it down casually,
Owned by Wang An, who is freshly baked,
Pawn.
The old eyes are a bit blurred, and it seems that they are not so clear to see things, and they have to put their faces close to this painting.
At last,
Suddenly, his hands snapped on the scroll, and the whole person stepped back several steps.
In his eyes, struggling colors began to appear.
All of this was taken into account by Attorney An. At this moment, he even had a feeling in his heart that he was witnessing history.
Even if he has already taken the throne, to be honest, at least in this bookstore, Attorney Ann did not feel that there has been any substantial change in his status and identity.
Outside the bookstore, there is still a plaque that reads, "If I listen to it, if I smell it," he is still anxious about the bookstore and is the housekeeper of the bookstore.
He was still carefully serving the big bosses of the bookstore.
The one in front of him, who had just sponsored his big boss, was obviously not normal.
Fujun,
It should have been a white, handsome image, and his body was filled with incomparable confidence!
He did not look down on his ancestors, thinking that they were just lying on the dead wood of the ancestors of the early ancestors.
He looks down on the ground and thinks he is too naive;
He doesn’t look too much,
Even in the face of the desperate Xuanyuan sword,
He dare to go all out for a thousand years to drill the loophole!
just,
currently,
In Fujun's eyes, in addition to self-confidence, there was more confusion, more anxiety, more guilt, more doubts and other emotions.
Because of one and pure;
Because there are many, and messy.
The same is true of human eyes, and the eyes of Fujun begin to become cloudy.
Attorney An pursed her lips, but he dared not say anything, and he didn't know what he should say now.
Lord Ming Mingfu has succeeded, Ming Ming has hid under the sword of Xuanyuan, and he has clearly said that if he is the king of equality, he will be the king of equality.
But why is it more and more negative?
At this time, Attorney An had no doubt that if Master Fujun sent an "I don't want to live" on social software in this image, it would definitely arouse the attention of many people, because no matter from the appearance to the detailed actions, even The Oscar film emperor is also difficult to interpret this kind of deep-seated indifference.
The old man raised his arms,
And when he opened his eyes again,
All around,
I didn’t see the bookstore alone, nor was it the setting of the bookstore. I was standing in an attic.
The incense was lit in the attic, and this smell brought deep memories.
On the wall next to Lao Dao, there is a portrait. Everyone in the portrait is like an immortal style.
This is his ancestors.
There is a smile on the corner of the mouth,
Especially when I saw that several ancestors who were closer to him in the scroll had come out of the painting and blamed themselves,
His smile began to become more brilliant.
In the end, when his eyes fell on the first character scroll, he saw the first generation in the scroll, and he was laughing as much as he did.
The old way no longer smiles,
He put away a smile, his face began to be serious, then bowed and bowed down.
When the old man straightened up, the attic began to burn and the flames were rushing around.
The old man didn't pay attention, he stood here and watched quietly, watching the fire devour everything here, and when the fire was strong to the highest moment, everything around him disappeared again.
In front of him, there appeared a lotus. On the lotus, the hands hidden in the ground, a common cassock, and a mask on his face.
"Ascension, back again?"
The old man asked jokingly.
In fact, this answer is really not important, because it is impossible to return to the ground.
This situation is nothing but self-talk.
It's just that, as a last-generation man, his sensibility has now surpassed his rationality and occupied the inner mainstream, which is indeed something that people can't imagine at all.
"It's all over now, haven't you lifted the mask yet?"
"Uncovered."
The sound of Jizo sounded from behind.
The old man turned his head and saw the face hidden behind him, no mask on his face.
"I said, the scenery in the sky is beautiful?"
The old man asked again.
Jizo nodded, "Beautiful."
"Haha, I didn't take a look. It's a pity."
The Bodhisattva nodded again, "It is indeed regrettable."
"But I, alive, but you are gone!
I can continue to exist, and you can only appear in my mind! "
On the ordinary face of Dizang, he still hangs a calm smile, facing the old words, he still nods:
"Yes."
"Oh, ha ha ha ha!"
The old man laughed again.
however,
Dizang turned around at this time, and in front of him, there appeared a boundless void, and in this void, there began to appear a devastating light.
"Life is to meet."
"Ah."
"You know, the scenery there is really beautiful."
The clever fists clenched violently.
He raised his head violently,
In the eyes,
There was a flash of purple thunder:
"Thunder wash his eyes, clean my soul platform!"
In an instant,
The Dizang Bodhisattva in front of him began to twist and began to be torn.
Next,
The picture after the picture, which has just appeared or has not appeared, has been directly destroyed.
The old eyes have been upwards, upwards, upwards, like an unstoppable thunder, piercing all this falsehood!
at last,
The dust settled,
All around,
No more color,
Only white is left.
And in this upper position,
A sword,
Hanging there,
Just hang above the old head!
"Oh, ha ha ha ha ha!"
The old expression is directly twisted,
It's like you have tried your best to solve it and want to kill your opponent. After you thought everything was successful, you found that it was still on top of your head.
at this time,
What you feel,
Is angry,
Is despair,
as well as,
Powerless.
The old body bent slowly.
The sword is still high, there is no change, but just like the current boss Zhou, only those who are qualified to be found by this sword can clearly perceive that what this sword can bring to people This kind of despair is suppressed by suffocation!
It is not a ghost, but it can haunt you more than a ghost!
however,
at this time,
Lao Tao's body slowly stood up again, and on his body, purple flames began to burn.
His body began to rise, and his eyes began to be pure again.
He is a prince,
He is the proud of heaven,
He disdains his ancestors,
He is confident, he is strong, he thinks he is omnipotent!
In the bookstore outside, Attorney An also keenly found that the old man standing motionless in front of him, the turbidity in his eyes began to become clear, and the temperament of the whole person was undergoing a sudden change.
This is a person who stood up again in a brief depression after facing the blow.
Attorney An immediately breathed a sigh of relief,
The end of the boss's life and death is uncertain, and it can even be said that...the life is slim.
If even the emperor of the House of Governors also had an accident, then he, the throne of the King of Equality, could not really sit down.
…………
And in consciousness,
Lao Tao has already reached the same height as the sword.
He stood up,
He did not give in,
He conquered fear, conquered torture, conquered himself,
his hand,
Started to grab this sword.
He is going to take this sword off, he is going to wipe this sword...
however,
The old man stretched his hand towards the sword,
It passed directly through the sword.
The eyes of the old man showed shock.
This is not a real Xuanyuan sword,
Xuanyuanjian, in fact, has already been cut off, it cut to the underground, and the underground has become its own ghost.
This is not Xuanyuanjian, no, this is vain...
In front of the body of Xuanyuanjian, there were images of two cute little monkeys. They looked around with their curious eyes, looking at themselves...
The old hand stretched out subconsciously again, and he wanted to touch their heads.
however,
The old hand,
From this sword and the images inside this sword again,
Wear it in the past.
Clever,
Silent.
……………………
Finally, after waiting for almost an hour, Attorney An finally saw the old man move.
His eyes are no longer muddy.
Just when Attorney An surprised that Fujun had stood up again,
The old man turned back, looked at the surroundings, said yes, and really just looked at it, because in his eyes, there was nothing to cherish or nothing to lose.
Attorney Ann really felt his insignificance at this moment. He really couldn't figure out what these big men are thinking about all day long!
Lao Dao naturally ignored the lawyer An who was standing beside him,
But took a step,
He came back to the picture again.
The painting can be hung on this wall at a price that is not too low.
After all, in order to let it hang here, he spent the price of a throne.
Lao Tao stands before the painting,
his hand,
Put it on the painting.
In the picture,
There are mountains and water, beautiful scenery, verdant bamboo forest, flourishing flowers and plants;
just,
All along,
Lack of vitality, because there is no living creature in this painting.
And just now,
Attorney Ann's eyes widened sharply,
He saw a man in a wide-sleeved white robe appearing in the painting where the old finger touched. In the man's hand, he also held a jug of wine.
His long hair, fluttering in the wind, fluttering clothes, unspeakable romantic freehand.
And behind this man,
Then there are two little black shadows, and these two shadows are getting bigger and bigger, obviously two little monkeys.
One is red, and the other is more sturdy. Some hair is khaki~EbookFREE.me~ Two monkeys, one holding the wine jar and the other holding the paper fan, followed by the man in white.
at last,
The picture is frozen,
And the whole painting that was originally lacking vitality,
After the two monkeys appeared,
Instantly became alive.
The old Taoist standing in front of the picture scroll suddenly swayed,
"Pootong" fell directly to the ground.
"Squeak!!!!!!"
The little monkey who had been unresponsive to the previous old-fashioned rush into the old-fashioned arms.
"Ouch, oh, forehead kisses, forehead, really hurts..."
The eyes of everyone in the bookstore instantly fell on the old man, a familiar feeling, and came back.
"Yo, well, don't make trouble, Grandpa has a forehead headache, it's a headache."
Master Tao slowly raised his head while rubbing the monkey's furry head,
He first looked around, looked at everyone, and finally, he set his sights on Attorney Ann, and immediately laughed:
"Ha ha ha, Attorney Ann, you know, Eang just had a long and long dream, I dreamed that I had become an emperor, and I also gave you the king, you were so happy to die or live, right The forehead kowtowed.
Hahaha, you said it was funny, not funny;
Alas, it’s a pity that now that I’m awake, I can’t really make you a prince. "
Lao Dao looks very sorry, because he knows how addictive Lawyer An is.
Attorney An took a deep breath and spit it out again, and then squatted down beside the master.
Smoking a cigarette, he bit a bit in his mouth, and lost one to the master,
Road:
"It's okay, just wake up, just wake up."
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