Sword energy spans a hundred thousand miles If one is able to unleash an innocent and powerful warrior, one will be willing to take the place of samsara for eighteen days.
If one is able to unleash an innocent and powerful warrior, one will be willing to take the place of samsara for eighteen days.
Zhou Yeqing lay under the screen behind the high bed, curled up and covered with plain brocade, sleeping comfortably and sweetly. In fact, it was not his fault, after all, since he went to Laojun Mountain, he was like a spinning top that kept being whipped along the way.
, had no time to spare. He got involved in trouble for no reason, either being scared or on the way to being scared. What bullshit Tianmai resentment? What bullshit Universe Mirror? He, Zhou Yeqing, became a hero, and then, he
He is also dead. He is no longer involved in the worldly affairs. Everything has become a dream. So what is the meaning of doing these things? No one came to explain to him, and he had no answer. Zhou Yeqing
I just feel so tired and want to take a rest.
Perhaps this is the price of doing good to help others but hurt yourself. "Next life...never...never be a hero again...Mom
"Someone in the side hall was talking like this, and I felt aggrieved.
"Hmm~" There was no time in the dark, and I didn't know how long it had been. Suddenly, there was a sound from behind the screen, as if someone was stretching. Zhou Yeqing was still lying down, stretching his body on the ground like a cow rolling in mud.
A happy look on his face.
Zhang looked at it with satisfaction, and his eyes were filled with darkness. Zhou Yeqing squinted hard and rubbed the back of his hand. It took him a while to get used to it. It turned out that the lights in the side hall had been extinguished at some point.
Zhou Yeqing sat up quietly, like a mouse brother, and peeked his head out from behind the screen. The side hall was dark at the moment, with only the white cold light outside the door, like the moon. "Huh? There is still a moon in the underworld.
"I've never heard of it." Zhou Yeqing looked at the cold light and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
After a rough look, nothing had changed, except that the set of tables and chairs were gone. Zhou Ye Qingkong closed his mouth, his throat was dry, and he suddenly missed the cup of hot tea.
He stood up and looked outside again. When he saw that there was indeed no stranger, Zhou Yeqing, the biggest stranger, walked out swaggeringly and quickly checked the place where he came before, trying to find some clues to return to the previous place.
The location of the sedan chair.
But after jumping up and down for a long time, he didn't realize anything. Zhou Yeqing stared at the void in front of him, his hands shaking in the air absentmindedly. He couldn't go back. "Is there any mistake? Just treat it like a person being tortured. I have never heard of being a ghost.
It’s so difficult.” Zhou Yeqing looked around with excitement and sighed inaction.
Finally, the young man turned his attention to the door.
Zhou Yeqing didn't know what was outside the side hall. He only saw a cold white light coming in. He thought there should be a way outside. After thinking about it and looking around, Zhou Yeqing finally decided to go outside the hall and fight.
A vitality.
Halfway through the journey, Zhou Yeqing passed by the sitting paper man. He walked around a little bit. It was strange. Now he didn't dare to cause more trouble. He walked a few more steps and said, "Huh?"
"Zhou Yeqing made a suspicious sound and stopped.
When he passed by just now, he had forced himself not to look over there, but he still caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye. He seemed to see a red candle?! Inside the man's hand.
There was a battle between heaven and man in my mind, while saying: "Don't look back! Go forward, that's the way out!" At the same time, he said: "You really don't want to look? What if it is the magic weapon mechanism that left, or the magical book god?
Where's the art? If we just walk through it like this, wouldn't it be a waste of God's will?"
After thinking for a long time, Zhou Yeqing turned around and walked back. "God's will, it's best not to waste it." The young man looked around and said with some joy.
Slowly walking up to him, Zhou Yeqing was able to see the whole picture. He saw that the man was sitting upright, with his hands folded in front of him, each holding something, one incense and one candle. The fragrant white was light and slightly dark,
The red candle was so bright that it had no color, but it was eerie and very strange. The red cap on his head was very long and extended to the lower part of his chest. Zhou Yeqing scanned around the paper man and found that there were still some scars on his body.
There are several words.
On the red cover and both arms. The arms were blocked by the hijab at the bottom, so it was unclear, so Zhou Yeqing looked up.
There is a word on the red cover on the head, which says: Escape for hundreds of lives and invite all the immortals to sacrifice your body to nine sons; if you can become a powerful person, you will be willing to reincarnate for eighteen days.
Zhou Yeqing muttered softly, and was horrified for a moment. Looking at the words in the words, it was not a paper doll, she was a woman, and she was looking for some kind of immortal. When he was still at home, Huang Qing'er had warned him before, called
From now on, he must not deal with anyone who becomes an immortal, Zhou Yeqing has always kept this in mind.
According to Huang Qing'er, the so-called immortality of immortality in the world is just a way of saying that it is for the purpose of cultivating one's moral character and seeking the true self. However, there is also a kind of people whose immortality of immortality goes against the will of heaven and robs people of their life span.
Yuan, devouring people's blessings and doing whatever they can to hide the truth from the sky. There are no boundaries in the way. How is this different from those evil and ghost ways? But this is not the deepest impression on Zhou Yeqing. What he remembers most clearly is his mother.
The last words to him.
"If you dare not learn from it, I will break your legs!"
"........................"
Thinking of the sentence on the red cover that a woman sacrificed her body to nine sons, Zhou Yeqing shivered involuntarily and wanted to retreat. Zhou Yeqing bowed and clasped his hands, facing the woman in red who was sitting upright, with his buttocks forward and his sides
He stepped back and said: "My dear Fairy, the boy accidentally entered the treasured land. He really couldn't help himself. Don't be surprised if it's strange. Don't be surprised if it's strange..."
There was still no movement from the woman in red. Zhou Yeqing was about to retreat, and his heart was in his throat. But he felt like he was going to die or not, and there was a breath of wind from outside the door, which suddenly hit Zhou Yeqing's chest.
There was a sharp pain on the back, and as if this trend was destined, it also lifted the red cover on the head of the woman in red.
With his head lowered, Zhou Yeqing suddenly stopped moving, his body stiffened, and he kept looking like he was retreating. A red edge appeared in his eyes, which was the woman's hijab. "Xiangu is aware of this! I didn't lift this!" Zhou Yeqing made a splash.
He knelt down on the ground and hurriedly defended himself, but felt something was wrong, so he retracted one leg without leaving any trace.
"Qing'er, you have to remember that if a man has gold at his knees, he can only kneel down and worship his parents. If you are a weakling in the future, you must worship everyone and recognize your mother everywhere! See if I don't break your little legs!"
That's what his mother said that day when she was teaching him to be calm and relaxed, holding a big stick in his hand...
Zhou Yeqing knelt on one knee, crouching down, still thinking incessantly. He didn't dare to raise his head or stop, for fear of irritating her. But he stayed like this for a long time, but there was no sound. For a while, there was no sound, and then for a while.
, also no.
Zhou Yeqing thought about it, and the voice in his mouth gradually became fainter. He pursed his eyes hard and made preparations. Then his body leaned forward for no reason, as if he lost his balance. He raised his head, but in a flash,
He lowered his head again, still talking, but with a grin on his lowered head.