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Long Qing was able to live from the abyss that year, because the gray eyes and the Tongtian pills. Afterwards, when he remembered the difficult process, he would give birth to the lighter, and he would also have some pride, because after all, he survived, and it may be the first.
A person who walked out of the abyss alive. Who would have thought that someone came out of the abyss today, and the man seemed so relaxed and casual, just as if he was in a tribute.
He guessed the identity of the other party, shocking, and the heavenly books in his hand seemed to lose attractiveness. The emotions of the view of the Lord were a bit complicated.
After leaving Momoyama, then it was our turn to go back. "
The wind and snow gradually flourished, the view of the Taoist temple and the mountains around, the squeak, the gate was pushed away, the Longqing and the middle -aged Taoist pushed out the wheelchair. The view of the Lord was sitting in a wheelchair, covering the unusual blanket on his knees,
He stretched out the thin hand and squeezed the snow scraps on the blanket, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Momashan is also in the snow and snow. Thousands of priest officers have gathered on Yaiping, but they are silent. People watch the glory temples in the half -row, and think of the loud noise in the abyss below the abyss.
What happened, but I couldn't believe it at all, and the expression was shocked.
No one dares to enter the Temple of Guangming. When you find out, the priests and deacons stand pale in front of the Temple of Guangming. They don't know what to do next. They have stood in the snow all night.
The situation was urgent. When the palmism came to the Temple of Guangming last night, it was too late to take the gods. The thin and short body was exposed in front of people. The snow dandruff hanged on his sparse eyebrows, which looked a bit ridiculous, but his expression was that like that.
Serious, don't care about what you used to care about.
No matter what happened in the Temple of Guangming, it was stricter. When the twilight fell, the palmism finally couldn't continue to wait. He walked into the temple and came out after a long time.
It's like a mountain, the cold is like snow.
Everyone looked at the expression on the face of the master of the master of the Xiling Temple, knowing that the guess should not be much different from the real, and the expression on the face became extremely frightened.
Is she going to abandon these most devout believers?
Later, there was a dead silence in the Temple of Haotian. In front of the curtain, his body was thin. At this time, he was weak, and it seemed a little pitiful.
In the hall, there was only him and Ye Hongyu, Zhao Nanhai. His voice was a little tired, saying, "The door must keep this secret, and the believers in the world must not know."
Zhao Nanhai nodded his nodding measures to deal with the handling of the appointment. Ye Hongyu looked at the palmism on the stone step expressionlessly, and the sword hidden between the red skirt had a hidden meaning.
The palmism did not feel her strangeness, and looked at her in a hurry: "All the people who decide the town of the town of the town, be sure to ... please go back to Taoshan."
His emotions were a little bit stunned. Extreme anxiety did not have the chicness of more than five strongs.
Looking at the slightly trembling eyebrows, Ye Hongyu's face showed a slightly ironic look, and then she slowly raised her right hand, and began to radiate gloss through the light behind the curtain.
She was ready to make a sword. She only needed to move the sword micro -sword, and she would go to the air and know that although the palmism was seriously injured, she was still strong, but she no longer wanted to wait.
At this moment, there was a faint disturbance on the mountain road at the temple, followed by the sound of the hurried footsteps. Several priests suddenly walked into the Temple of Haotian and reported: Someone came.
Three people came from Zhishou View to the front of Xiling Temple Longqing, and pushed the wheelchair for the pioneer of the pioneer for the way. The Lord was sitting in a wheelchair, with a quiet and natural expression.
The snow is so clear, the color is pure like the sky.
Thousands of priest deacons on Yaping looked at the three people who came slowly from the mountains, thinking that there was no response in the Qingguang Big Array of Xiling Temple, and they were shocked.
Vaguely guess the identity of the person in the wheelchair, no one dares to step forward to stop.
The crowd of dark pressure is generally separated from the tide. The Lord is sitting in a wheelchair and watching the several temples that have not been seen in nearby.
In the light temple of the half -ended ruins, his brows slowly frowned.
Dozens of old priests walked anxiously, and then kneeling in front of the wheelchair with the most humble attitude, to worship with Daomen to worship. They lived enough for a long time.
The dealers on the official officials on Yaping were just guessing the identity of Tsing Yi people. At this time, when I saw this scene, there was no understanding of the truth. I couldn't help but look at each other.
The atmosphere was infected, and they also kneeling down.
Zhao Nanhai and Ye Hongyu, as well as the people in the South China Sea in the Temple of Tianyu, rushed to the Temple of Guangming. These most distinguished big characters in Tao Mountain asked the Tsing Yi Taoist in the wheelchair to see the ritual.
The first pulse of the South China Sea returned to the Xiling Temple, which was originally the arrangement of the Lord. At this time, the Lord came to Taoshan. Naturally, they had to show their attitudes.
Brother is the disciple of the Lord, how can she not kneel?
There are fewer individuals in the Temple of Haotian. There are only two people in the temple. Watching the Lord sit in a wheelchair and stand in front of him, his expression is extremely complicated.
Looking at the Lord in the wheelchair, the body's body trembled slightly.
He couldn't understand that this person had been cut by Ning Que with a shocking array, and even Haotian had abandoned him, and he had not been to Xiling Temple for many years, but why did he not have to do anything
Just appearing in Momoyama, he ushered in the ending of the betrayal? It wasn't until this time he realized that he still underestimated the status and influence of Zhishouguan in Daomen.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and the glorious light behind the curtain did not know when it had gone away, like a candle that was burned out, showing the desolate despair.
Knowing that as long as he wants to think about it, the viewer in the wheelchair will die, but he dares not to do anything, because he is afraid, what makes him most afraid is that he does not understand why he is so afraid of each other.
Why can a waste people bring such a great sense of oppression.
In the end, he kneeled in front of a wheelchair: "I have seen Uncle."
The Lord said: "After you become a palmist, have you ever called my uncle?"
Handling lowered his head and said, "Uncle has traveled to the South China Sea for many years, and it is difficult to meet each other."
The Lord said: "In your opinion, it's best not to meet each other."
The palmism was silent. He knew that in front of the Lord, any explanation, and any words were meaningless. He just didn't understand what the other party had to do.
(I'm really embarrassed. After two days of running, I was too sleepy. I wrote that I was falling asleep. This chapter only had two thousand words. In addition, thanks to everyone who participated in the book review activities, I worked hard.)