Banli didn't say anything. The tea in her hand continued to fall into her cup. She sang softly, but she was no longer as happy as she had been that day. After singing a few words, she took a sip of tea.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of running water and the whisper of the pipa playing.

For a long time, I kept playing the pipa, the water was still flowing, the room was filled with heat, the bluestone slowly hooked the corners of my lips, and I looked up at the wind outside the hall.

Light.

The scenery is just right, but the dusk is too soft, and it can't take away the coolness in my heart.[

"Qingshi, if you had never met the Buddha in the beginning, and if I had never returned to the Hall of Eternal Life, would we have met?" The tea fell.

In her mouth, Banli looked at where she was looking. The colorful clouds were still there, but it was already dusk, but it was too late.

"Maybe, it's just that there is no possibility in this world. If the most precious things in the past can be reborn, then nothing precious will be lost.

It’s worth it.” Yes, the sunshine is not bad, but it’s almost dusk and everything is already late.

Her heart was given to Nian Sheng many years ago, and there is no turning back.

Banli licked his lips, his expression unchanged. He didn't know where his feelings arose, but kept getting deeper and deeper.

In the Palace of Eternal Life

Qingluo was imprisoned in the Buddhist beads, and he returned to his palace. He had just experienced the catastrophe, and his body was much weaker. Ran Deng and Cang

Nian didn't even ask, but when he saw Xiao Yu coming back, he already understood.

In the hall, there is a library several meters high. He is sitting on a futon, opening a scripture and reading quietly, and in a trance,

A low and mournful voice passed through my ears.

In the shadows of lights and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold

This voice is so sad that it makes people's hearts sink. How sad is it to sing such a tune? Nian Sheng raised his head, but the room was quiet.

Like this, the sound also disappeared, just like a dream, and I tried to gather the sound just now with my mind, but the sound disappeared without a trace.

trace.

Who is it?

The scripture is in the palm of his hand, just like before, but it can no longer enter his mind. Nothing can surpass his power of thought, but even if

Even with such fast thinking, I still couldn't catch the source of the sound. The sound seemed to be scattered everywhere, leaving no trace.

This sound is like a nightmare, it only sounds once, but it is unforgettable and sad.[

He is a compassionate Buddha who loves the world. He wants to redeem this voice.

This is the first time he has heard this sound in so many years. How can a person survive and how desperate can he compose this kind of music?

For a moment, what unfolded before my eyes was the way Qingshi was vomiting blood just now, the way she begged him on the ground, and the way she turned into a sharp blade in her madness.

Nian Sheng frowned as he slashed at Xiao Yu. That woman's killing was too serious. She must one day practice good deeds. Besides, she would live forever.

The palace dares to act arrogantly. If he lets it go, it will be a big problem in the future. If he gets rid of it, it will definitely not be as easy as it is now. Then wait until he recovers his magic power and then kill her.

Captured.

Thinking of this, my heart became calmer. The reason why he caused the disaster was because some little demon stole his spell and caused the disaster.

Tribulation.

Without thinking too much, Niansheng adjusted his mentality and read the book intently.

He never thought that if he didn't want to, who could use his spell? Even Ran Deng and Cang Nian couldn't do it, so how could he talk about a small person?

Little demon? If he doesn't tell, who can know his mantra? If he doesn't want to, how can the beads appear in other people's hands? All of this, but
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