"Little junior sister, little junior sister?"

The gentle shouts of the eldest brother were lingering in his ears. Sangsang slowly opened his eyes. Sure enough, she saw her eldest brother. She suddenly felt a sense of surprise and excitement of having nowhere to say, "Senior Brother, your wound..."

Before she could finish her words, a subtle cool breeze blew, and the elder brother turned into an illusion bubble in front of her eyes. Before she could touch it, she had broken and disappeared. She couldn't speak for a moment, and her almond eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The eldest senior brother is handsome and elegant, open-minded, and decisive and neat. The senior brothers of the Jianmen all said that he acted as a gentleman, but he was good at dancing a villain's sword, and his sword art was tricky and mean.

But the eldest brother has always loved the junior brothers in the family the most, especially her junior sister.

However, in order to guard the Sword Sect, the eldest senior brother disobeyed the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, and was severely damaged by the young sword immortal who was in full swing now and injured his internal organs. At that time, she still remembered that the eldest senior brother smiled slightly, "Little junior sister, don't blame me, senior brother has done his best."

Of course she knew that the eldest brother had done his best, and did not hesitate to lose his fifty years of life, and forced himself to use the luck of Lianhua Mountain to swing the last sword [Small Skip].

"Little junior sister."

Just as she was crying, a pair of rough hands were suddenly touched by her shoulders, and she heard the silly laughter of her fifth senior brother.

"Little junior sister, why are you secretly hiding and crying again? Do you think the food cooked by Senior Brother Wu is not delicious?"

"No, no." She choked and shook her head, like a rattle, "The dishes cooked by Brother Fifth are the best in the world!"

She had obviously been trying to shout this praise, but her voice seemed to be joking with her, as if she was the only one who listened to this praise in her heart.

When I looked back, the chubby fifth senior brother held his baby spatula, and he was still as stupid as ever.

But the fifth senior brother did not look at her again, and eventually turned into a bubble with the senior brother's footsteps.

Who would have thought that a chef who is often joking and picking up by his junior brothers on weekdays and is called back and forth by his junior sister, the fifth senior brother who is the least likes his senior brother, can stand firmly under the blue monument after the eldest senior brother falls, revealing the domineering look that I want to talk to you today?

Who would have thought that this fat man, who has always had no swords, would stomp his feet heavily when the swordsmen were humiliated and would attract the nineteen flying swords left in the ancestral hall of the sect’s ancestors?

However, although the fifth senior brother amazed the elder brother, he still lost to the sword immortal... The poor fifth senior brother finally made a glory in front of the elder brothers, but in the end he was shaken off his meridians and fell heavily under the blue monument.

"Little junior sister."

"Little junior sister?"

"Little junior sister~"

“…”

At this moment, she heard the different voices of the senior brothers, and tears were flowing. Looking up, she seemed to see under the blue monument, all the senior brothers holding swords, sharing the same hatred for the enemy, but she smiled and welcomed her junior sister.

She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't stop crying. All the senior brothers were laughing at her and she cried again, like a big cat.

In the face of difficulties, she tried hard to smile, and the corners of her lips were slightly curled, but suddenly a sword fell from the sky, scattering all of this under his sword. The young sword immortal in the sky held the sword forged by her father and shouted in a deep voice like thunder.

"Yu Lianyi, hand over the Kikyo Sword and reveal the whereabouts of Dazangfeng. This sword immortal can spare you and let you go to the Blue Stele Sword Sect!"

She couldn't speak. Although there was an unstoppable anger in her chest and wanted to vent, she was ultimately unable to resist timidity, curled up and shivered...

Suddenly, a sharp sword energy cut through, and she widened her eyes, full of fear.

At this moment, a white robes blocked her, and a sword swung out neatly, with only a roar, and the sword fairy was nothing but a sword.

Just when I looked at it carefully, the sword immortal was no longer there, but his brothers and feet...

"Who are you...? What did I forget? Why don't everyone tell you that there is, why do I really think I've seen you, but why does my mother always say that I'm dreaming?"

"I am......"

He clearly said his name, and he clearly saw his lips moving, but why did he always hear him?!

"Who are you? Why do everyone hide it from me?"

"Lianyi, Lanbei Sword Sect, you have to live."

My mother suddenly appeared beside her, and her face was solemn. At this moment, she handed the treasure of Jianmen's sect to her.

"Remember today's shame, don't forget today's hatred, tell my mother, who is your enemy?"

"Yes... it's strange and unconventional!"

——

Under the old mulberry tree, Di Chen'er and Feng Zhaojian sat on the ground, guarding the unconscious girl Sangsang. The silent thoughts were very noisy, like a pile of flies flying around their heads. Di Chen'er had originally stopped him, but after learning that the other party was praying for Miss Sangsang, he slightly extinguished his annoyance.

Feng Zhaojian looked very worried about Miss Sangsang. He would always ask Di Chener from time to time, "Master, when will Miss Sangsang wake up?"

How could Di Chen'er, who didn't know the answer, gave him the answer, but he looked at the frown brow of his beloved disciple and responded vaguely, "It's almost done."

During this period, Feng Zhaojian asked the same words fifteen times, but Di Chen'er only answered him ten times.

After being silent at this time, Di Chen'er finally looked up at Sha Yimeng, who was talking to Hu Yanfei in the distance. He felt a little regretful that he had said the words of salt on the wound, but it was hard to contain the water.

"Master, when will Miss Sangsang wake up?" Feng Zhaojian frowned without feeling tired, and asked again worriedly.

Di Chen'er glanced at him and asked, "Do you fall in love with her?"

Feng Zhaojian was stunned, blushed and shook his head quickly, "No, it's her promise to tell me the clue of a big sword. She hasn't told me yet."

Di Chener frowned slightly, "Is it just because of this?"

Feng Zhaojian snatched his fingers and said shyly: "Actually, I think Miss Sangsang is pretty good. I like her very much, but it's not the kind of thing I like. It's enough for me to have Xiaoxiao alone."

Di Chen'er smiled happily, changed the subject and said, "If you are not a demon, I still want to send you the Seven Stars Zhu Tian. It's a pity that I don't have the ability to find a good sword for you now, but you don't have to worry. If you really want Chisha, you can do it. As long as you can figure it out, why would Aunt Sha take Chisha back from you?

Just wanting the same thing may be a big problem for you, but I believe you, because you are the one that I, Di Chener, should I take care of. So, Feng Zhaojian, Feng Zhaojian, come up with your real skills quickly, don’t let me educate you like I am a child, I am also very tired.”

"But you are my master. Isn't this what you should do?" Feng Zhaojian scratched his head and said, "Since you are a teacher, you should do your thing. Besides, I am not that worried about it? I am so awesome, but you, the master, have not seen it yet."

Di Chen'er sneered, "Is my eyes a little bitch?"

"I didn't say that." Feng Zhaojian gave him a blank look, then gently brushed over Xiaoji on his shoulder and smiled, "Master, there is one thing I haven't told you, it's not because I don't want to say it, but I think it's useless to say it. But now I want you to look at me with admiration, so, can you listen to me?"

This kid didn't know when he learned to keep it in hiding, but pretended to tease his master.

Di Chen'er sneered and said, "Then you tell me, maybe I can really look at you with admiration."

Feng Zhaojian took off the little chi on his shoulder with both hands, held it in his hand, and handed it to Di Chen'er, "Master, look."

"What are you looking at?" Di Chen'er asked in a daze after passing the ordinary bird in his hand.

Feng Zhaojian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll just say it. It's not that I don't want to say it, but that it's useless if I say it, because you, Master, really can't see the soft golden light emitted by Xiaoji."

As soon as these words came out, they were like thunder thunder, and Di Chen'er was stunned for a moment.

Is there a golden light emitted by Xiaoji?

Isn’t this an ordinary bird that can be seen everywhere?

Di Chen'er has carefully observed this bird for countless times, but he has never seen any golden light emitted by the bird, and he cannot see what kind of mystery this bird has.

"Can you see the golden light on it?" Di Chen'er asked in surprise and asked, "Is it really not a lie that can be made up to make me look at you with admiration?"

"Of course it's not a lie!" Feng Zhaojian argued with reason, "Master, don't you believe me? Xiaoji still emits golden light, and I saw it when I saw it for the first time. I thought it must have some extraordinary value. I originally thought that the master could see it, but later I always heard you say that this bird is ordinary. And when you went to look for Miss Sangsang, I asked Master Li Qing around the bush, but it was obvious that he could not see the golden light.

And later, the boss and the others did not notice this, so I concluded that none of you could see the golden light emitted by Xiaoji, and then I didn’t say it.”

Looking at Feng Zhaojian who was not talking like he was lying, Di Chen'er was completely confused by him.

If what he said was false, then no one else could see it, and he would not know whether it was true or false; if what he said was true, then what exactly was the golden light that only he could see?

Including this bird, who is the origin?

At this moment, Wuyan stopped the mumbling thoughts in his mouth, floated up from the bluestone, and landed lightly in front of Di Chen'er. He said, "I can also see the soft golden light on this bird, so the little donor is not lying."

"You can see it too?"

"Mencius does not lie, Amitabha, good, good."

Di Chen'er was even more shocked. If you could see it without words, it proved that Feng Zhaojian was not lying. After all, the last two questions remained. What was the golden light? What was Xiaoji's origin?

"Di Chen donor, there is an infinite opportunity hidden in the golden light, and the form it presents is water." Wuyan looked at the bird Xiaoji and said gently: "I have seen this golden light in the Western Paradise, including mountains, water, flowers, and grass. All things in the world have their own shapes. Some can soar straight into the sky, some can stretch thousands of miles, some can withstand tens of thousands of creatures, and some are like grasslands. And the infinite opportunity hidden in this Xiaoji is water. In my eyes, it is like a nine-curve chain, vast and mighty, and it should be a big river. But this Xiaoji has not yet made any intention, so he cannot see the true appearance of it."

Di Chen'er was shocked by his words again, and he was stuck for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "Is there an infinite chance, but the chance of heaven?"

Wuyan shook his head and said, "I don't know that maybe it is in line with what you Dongtu calls luck, the same ethereal and erratic. Maybe it is still it at this moment, and the next moment I don't know whether it is it or it."

At this point, his stomach suddenly started to roar. He, who usually speaks well, had to use this speech to explain something like Di Chener.

Silently said: "Di Chen donor, the donor, is the Heart Sutra of my Western Paradise. The thing I hold in my hand is called a bowl. And you think I am a strange man who is not in the same place. In fact, this is the ritual of my Buddhist sect. The donor can call me a monk. The Buddhist sect prohibits meat, only eating vegetarian food, and it is not the fruit of his own labor. Holding a bowl to ask for food is to beg for alms. What is transformed is fate, not what he seeks on his own initiative."

After he said this, Di Chen'er suddenly realized why he put the food he gave him back into the food box one after another when he had eaten before, and also understood why he always muttered endlessly.

This is the belief he insisted on, and he can no longer be discussed strangely.

"Sorry." Di Chen'er smiled slightly, "Wayan... Monk?"

Silently smiled gently, "Di Chen donor."

The two laughed one after another, and Di Chen'er finally asked the question that had been bothering him, saying: "We only meet once, why did you save me and the danger?"

Wuyan smiled and said, "Di Chen'er donor, I am just a shameful monk who is afraid of fighting, killing, and is determined to stop this bloody cause and effect. In fact, I should not interfere at this time, but seeing injustice on the road, can save a life, even a Buddha's fate, and it is also a disaster. This time, from the Western Paradise, I only wish to save all sentient beings in the East. The Buddha's light shines everywhere, I hope to eliminate distracting thoughts and encourage people to be good."

Di Chen'er asked, "Then why are you still following me at this time? Instead of saving all living beings?"

"Amitabha, good, good." Wu Yan said: "Di Chen'er, there were three evil thoughts that I saw at that time. You called them demons, but you may not know at all that the three demons have not yet had the evil thoughts in your heart, and all of them are greed, anger, and ignorance. You also have that kind of evil spirit, which is the most seen by the monks in this world."

Is there such a heavy anger? I have more evil thoughts than the three demons?

How is this possible? If this is the case, why don’t I notice it at all? Why have I never felt this?

No, it seems that there was a moment when I felt the desire in my heart. It seemed that I had such a vague memory when I was in the Southern Barbarians, but now I have no idea about these messages.
To be continued...