When the river departed, the two eyes looked at it quietly, and did not say a word the whole time.
Guiguzi sighed softly: "Do you really want to watch him fall" For so many years, the river has made great contributions to the Xiangge.
Now watching him die, he still can't accept it.
"I don't want him to die, but he has no will, and I can't stop him from leaving."
Shui Mengyao said leisurely, "Everyone has their own insistence, from my point of view, the overall situation I consider is the whole."
From the perspective of the river, he considered the friendship of the same family and the life of the master.
Even if I stop him from leaving today, then he will be completely abolished. ” "I don't understand what you mean," Guiguzi shook his head.
"The river was frustrated one after another by me and Zuo Chan'er, but instead of dampening his thoughts, he strengthened his beliefs.
The obsession has been completed, the demon in my heart has been born, I will die if I stop him, and I will die if I don't stop him.
In that case, why should I be a villain again" Shui Mengyao's voice was very ethereal, her eyes were filled with a faint coldness, and she could no longer feel any human emotions from her body.
"Meng Yao, how far have you reached, is it really what you are pursuing" Guiguzi looked at the proud girl and couldn't help but regret it.
"There is still some distance to preach, but I have a feeling that my potential seems to be at the end of my life, and I can't preach."
Shui Mengyao didn't have any regrets, for her, being able to reach such a state was far beyond her expectations.
If people's hearts are insufficient, they will really suffer God's damnation.
After a pause, Shui Mengyao's heart swelled with a burst of complex and incomprehensible emotions, and there was a trace of desolation in her voice that was difficult for ordinary people to detect.
"No one wants to cut the road, to cut a living person with blood and numbness, like a walking corpse, for the monk, it is tantamount to a kind of shocking level.
Since ancient times, how many amazing monks have been destroyed on this level.
It's not that they're not outstanding enough, it's not that they're not working hard enough, it's that they can't let go of the persistence in their hearts.
Shui Mengyao stared into the distance, a figure in her mind desperately wanted to gather, and when she was about to see his appearance clearly, there was a bang, like a flower in the mirror, the figure shattered, turning into bursts of ripples, except for causing a ripple in her heart, there was no trace left.
"Heaven is ruthless, if we want to break away from the control of the Heavenly Dao, we must cut off the persistence in our hearts.
As long as you allow yourself to cut off your past self and reinvent a new self, it will be possible to preach.
Make it return to its origins and get close to the way of heaven.
After Shui Mengyao slashed the three, her understanding of the Great Dao quickly climbed to an extremely high level.
"I have been thinking hard for a hundred years to find a path of affection, even at the expense of the primordial spirit to break away from the shell and wander away from the avenue.
Then I found only one passage in the winding road, and the rest were dead ends, where countless sages had fallen and never woke up.
The only one was still full of thorns, allowing only one person to pass through.
I look down on myself, and I underestimate my predecessors. ” "I just can't bear to see you and Guo Ming, your husband and wife, like strangers."
Guiguzi sighed to himself.
"Him."
Shui Mengyao paused for a moment, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, "At the moment just now, I felt that he also cut me off in his heart, there is only the truth of husband and wife between us, but there is no husband and wife anymore." ” "I don't know why you can still laugh If a person is cut off everything, then are you still a human I still want to ask, are you still Shui Mengyao" Guiguzi shook his head and turned to leave.
Shui Mengyao was stunned, her eyes were blurred, and she said slowly, "Who am I, am I Shui Mengyao, or not." ” Ancient walls, broken streets, ruined cities, blood-drenched.
One by one, the corpses lay in pools of blood, whether they were soldiers in battle armor or unarmed women and children, all of them had no breath.
Two huge stone lions were also covered in blood, and several warriors in black armor had swords stuck in their chests and were unwilling to die.
A plaque fell to the ground and was split into several parts, which could be vaguely identified as the four gilded characters of the Xiaoyao Palace.
Entering the gate, there were more dead people inside.
There are maidservants and maidservants, and there are gardeners who guard them.
Ahem, a young man's voice came, he turned over the dead body that pressed on him, and slowly half-knelt up.
His face was bloodied, covering his delicate cheeks.
When he saw the scene around him, his pupils shrank, his mind exploded, and the whole world spun at once.
He felt breathless, and an inexplicable pain pierced his heart fiercely.
He wowed, spurted a mouthful of blood, and fainted and fell to the ground.
I don't know how long it took, but he woke up leisurely.
Tiangong wept, thunderbolts rang out one after another, and big drops of rain hit his face, constantly washing away the stains on his face.
He slowly crawled to his feet, staring at the corpses around him, tears streaming down the rain. yes The young white-robed general roared to his heart's content, venting the resentment in his heart.
If anyone was present, they would have been surprised to find that this white-robed general was strangely similar to Guo Ming, and the two seemed to be carved out of the same mold.
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Thousands of miles away, a handsome young man on a black war horse looked thoughtfully behind him and muttered, "Is there anyone in the city who hasn't died?"
"Tell the commander, Princess Hongluan is a hundred miles away to pick up the wind and wash the dust for our soldiers and other soldiers."
One of the messengers shouted.
The handsome young man exudes a supreme kingly atmosphere, which is not comparable to ordinary people.
It's like temperament, even if some people are dressed normally, you can still see that he is extraordinary at first sight.
This is a kind of precipitation, a kind of accumulation, and it is by no means something that anyone can learn.
The handsome young man held power in his hands, and with the royal spirit on his body, even the arrogant princess stooped down and extended an olive branch to him.
The messenger naturally didn't believe that the princess was there to greet them, and there was only one protagonist today, and that was the young man in front of him.
Even the messenger can figure out what the handsome young man can naturally see.
His brows couldn't help frowning, to be honest, it is gratifying to return from a great victory, but if he acts too high-profile, he will invisibly provoke a lot of enemies.
Politics is the ugliest thing at all times.
Princess Hongluan is famous, and there are few people who like her.
It is precisely because she is so outstanding that the handsome general does not dare to get close.
Because he has a longer way to go.
He wants to get the post of generalissimo of soldiers and horses, and he wants to rule the country.
So there is only one thing he has to do now, and that is forbearance.
"Turn around and go to the barracks to rest first."
The handsome young man said in a deep voice.
Everyone was taken aback, and they looked at the young general in bewilderment.
You must know that after winning the battle, who doesn't want to return to their hometown in fine clothes and be admired by all the people.
"General, Princess Hongluan is already waiting in front to meet us, isn't it a bit for us to do this?"
one of his lieutenants whispered.
"If you offend her, you can get more favor from the prince, and my current foundation is unstable, so I can only do this."
The handsome young man clenched his fists tightly and said with a straight face.
"It's just a pity that Princess Hongluan's infatuation."
The adjutant general sighed.
"You underestimate her too much, if she didn't have the ambition to win the country, she would never be able to do today's scene."
The white-robed young man snorted coldly.
His gaze was far away, and at this moment, another man was also looking here.
Despite the barrier of endless time and space, a feeling surged through their hearts at the same time.
Are you my lifelong rival Ten years later, the handsome young man overthrew the current imperial court and established himself as the king, changing his name to Emperor Taira, which meant to pacify the world.
In the same year, the peasants rose up, the rebel army spread throughout the dynasty, and a vigorous peasant uprising began.
The following year, the two teams faced off in the final battle.
The handsome young man looked at a sharp sword stuck in his chest, looked up at the white-robed general opposite, and said in a low voice, "We've seen each other before, right?"
"Back then, you led troops to break into the Xiaoyao Palace, killing me all over the house.
Do you remember who I am now," the white-robed general roared.
"Are you right, why do I feel like I've known you for a long time, who are you, who am I" The handsome young man seemed to remember something at the moment when his soul was about to be broken.
After this battle, the white-robed young man left here and came to an ancient mountain peak, asking like an old man.
Lao Dao checked his body, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
He was really about to cry, because he found that the other party's bloodline was all sealed, although the slightest hint of it made him tremble, and he couldn't teach it directly.
The white-robed young man knelt in the Taoist temple, slowly breathing with heaven and earth, and sharing his fate with heaven and earth.
He refined his mind in the world, and realized the Tao in the spiritual mountain.
One law is clear, all laws are clear.
He seemed to think of something in his confusion, and slowly read out the ancient scriptures.
The old man was frightened, what kind of song is this kid singing, he felt that his whole body was sublimated in all directions when he heard this scripture, and if all the mysteries of tens of thousands of words were understood, wouldn't it be to lift the sun and soar "Daoist, what about this scripture?"
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the white-robed young man asked, turning around.
"Supreme scripture, what is your identity" Lao Dao asked in a deep voice wearing a shabby robe.
"I don't know, I used to be a son of the world."
The white-robed young man said seriously.
"To tell you the truth, I feel harsh and terrible in you.
I have this feeling that this ancient continent will sink as long as you want.
If you are not a reincarnated powerhouse, then you have been sent into this side of the plane.
Lao Dao thought seriously for a while, and Zhengsedao
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