Sun Weiming thought in his heart that if he faced him sooner or later, he would not be able to escape, so he said to the ancient monk: "I'm sorry, I have something to talk to Mo Ai and Dahui."
After saying hello, Sun Weiming pulled the two of them aside and sighed.
Mo Ai asked: "His Holiness, what's wrong with you? Is there anything you can't solve?"
"Don't be angry, Dahui, I'm sorry for everyone." Sun Weiming said seriously.
Mo Ai puffed up his chest and said: "His Holiness, if the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up. It's no big deal. Just tell me."
Sun Weiming said: "Oh, it's...Bai Lingyu, Yu'er..."
Mo Ai was no longer as calm as before. He always regarded Yu'er as his own daughter and shouted anxiously: "What's wrong with Yu'er?"
"Oh, it's hard to describe in one sentence." Sun Weiming told everything that happened in Turin.
The more Mo Ai listened, the uglier his face became. Sun Weiming said with a sad face: "Mo Ai, you, you, scold me or hit me, it's because I didn't take good care of Yu'er."
Mo Mo groaned and shed big tears, but Dahui shouted: "Wait, don't cry in a hurry, Dharma King, did you see Yu'er die with your own eyes?"
"No, it was the news released by Ma Hu." Sun Weiming said.
"Listen to what you just said, at that time you were shot by Yu'er, and you were unable to resist after that, and then the five-clawed golden eagle came out to protect you." Dahui seemed to be thinking about something: "Yu'er and the five-clawed golden eagle have no enmity.
, how could she rush forward and be killed by a five-clawed golden eagle?"
"It was chaos at that time. Maybe she was eager to take my life." Sun Weiming replied.
Mo Ao stopped crying at this time and shook his head: "Well, that's not right. If Yu'er really died, her soul would have entered the Turin underworld and practiced asceticism. Le Zao should have informed us.
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Sun Weiming shouted: "Is it possible that Yu'er is not dead? If it is true, that would be great!"
Dahui said: "There is something fishy about this matter. If he is not dead, why would Mahu make false news?"
"To make me give up." Sun Weiming replied.
Dahui shook his head and said: "No, Ma Hu is so scheming, he will never tell a lie just for such a trivial matter. Dharma King, you must be careful, I have an intuition that the matter is not simple."
Mo Aizhi said: "I hope Yu'er is safe."
"Don't be angry. The Yu'er now is no longer the Yu'er we know. She has turned her previous infatuation into hatred. This revenge is more terrifying than anything else." Dahui said what Sun Weiming had been unwilling to face.
fact.
Fairy Yusi and Yu'er are exactly the opposite of each other. Fairy Yusi looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside. She has no regrets for Sun Weiming. Even if she feels something is wrong between Sun Weiming and Zhu Tianying, she just emphasizes that Sun Weiming cannot
Failed her.
Yu'er met Sun Weiming once, but she could wait for me for several years. From this, we can see that although she looks weak on the outside, she is actually very strong on the inside. Maybe she can't accept it, how could Sun Weiming abandon her to be with Fairy Yusi.
Coupled with the careless instigation, she must have thought that spending more than ten years guarding Sun Weiming, a traitor, was in vain.
Alas, women are really complicated, but Sun Weiming is now involved in many women.
After Shixiang and others woke up, the ancient monk arranged for Sun Weiming to enter the center of the circle, and then Sun Weiming knew what meditation practice was.
"You have learned a lot, now you have to realize your own unique technique." The ancient monk warned from outside the circle.
Sun Weiming was trapped in Kongming, and what he had learned was indeed numerous and complicated. Often when Sun Weiming needed to take action in a critical situation, he didn't know what exercises to use.
Suddenly, three layers of light and shadow appeared beside him, flying in circles in the air.
"This is the 'force board' created by the joint efforts of Qimohasa and others. You try to use your best skills to hit the board." The voice of the ancient monk came from outside the circle.
Sun Weiming immediately made a six-character chain. The large swastika golden light quickly formed and swung out. It hit the lower push board, but immediately bounced back. Sun Weiming hurriedly dodged, and the swastika hit the middle push board behind him, and again
Bounce over.
With so many swastikas running around in the circle, Sun Weiming seemed to be beating himself up.
Under the pressure of the swastika, Sun Weiming slowly accumulated patience. Once the critical value was reached, he typed the swastika with patience and sprayed directly to the upper level force board. In an instant, the force board was penetrated, and the original
Swastika missiles flying randomly also ran out of the gaps.
"Very good. Now we can attack the middle-level force board. But now that there is one force board missing, swastika missiles will fly out. Can I still use my patience?" It feels strange. Sun Weiming himself and
He was having a conversation, as if there were two of him.
"This is a knot that is difficult to break through. Without external force, I cannot control my patience as I wish. If it were old man Qiqi, what would he do?" Sun Weiming kept asking himself.
"Don't think about what Old Man Qiqi does, because he also needs to accumulate and 'endure' to a certain level before he can develop a heart of patience. You can imagine it yourself." He answered it for himself.
"How to do it? Yes, use the fairy's kiss and use your fighting spirit to improve your patience!"
Without pressure, Sun Weiming really successfully hit the six-character chain that was no less powerful than before.
The middle-level push-up board was successfully knocked off. Sun Weiming was very happy. He raised his hand and fired another one. Unexpectedly, when it hit the lower-level push-work board, the light and shadow did not move. Sun Weiming knew that the person protecting the lower-level push-work board must be
The most powerful Qimohasa.
If even the six-character chain that magnified its power several times with patience could not do anything to him, what else could Sun Weiming do?
Miraculously, Sun Weiming started talking to himself again.
"Try using Shenlong Jue."
The Shenlong, which was played with patience, crashed into the lower floor of the exercise board. The light and shadow flickered twice, flickering on and off, and returned to normal after five breaths.
These are the two techniques with the strongest attack power of Sun Weiming. Sun Weiming also knows that Qimohasa's strength is close to that of the Demon King. It is good to be able to stun him twice.
"How about adding some Qianhuan Shenqin."
Sun Weiming was like a chef, adding various seasonings. When the dragon hit the board, it buzzed, but it only made the board shake a few more times.
"Is there a way to mix the two techniques together? Yes, didn't the ancient monk emphasize the need to create a method of his own?"
The Shenlong Jue is mixed with a six-character chain...a golden dragon flies out, and the countless Lin pieces on it are actually swastika-shaped missiles!
When this strange thing was sprayed on the power board, the light and shadow retreated several steps and became much darker. Although it was rare, it did not disappear.
Sun Weiming was thinking that maybe I had passed the test, but unexpectedly, the power board slowly regained its luster, and it was even brighter than before. Qimohasa's power was beyond imagination.
"what to do?"
"Consciousness, plus the method of consciousness." Sun Weiming thought of the bloody storm in Turin at that time.