It is said that Shizun is a devil

Just as Fuwang turned around, Hanyu said, "You don't have to go anymore, let them go, you come in with me."

Fuwang turned his back to look at Hanyu's back with a surprised face, Hanyu didn't turn around, Fuwang could only see Hanyu's back, but Fuwang's silly expression gradually turned into a little shrinking, he He stretched out his hand and pulled the scarf around his neck, looking a little nervous. Although the scarf had fought bloody battles with him, it was made of a special material, and it still looked clean and tidy, even light and fluffy.Because of the birthmark on Fuwang's neck, since the last time Hanjing saw him, a silk ribbon had been tied around his neck, which later turned into a scarf, although Fuwang himself was not afraid of the cold at all.

The others were just rushing along blankly, but when they heard Hanyu's words, they stopped, glanced at Fuwang, turned around, and passed by Fuwang without even exchanging a word. On the road, he walked towards the bright starlight on the water waves without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, only Han Yuhanjinghan Jin Fuwang and the man in black were left in the group.

Han Jing endured and endured, but did not hold back, looked at Han Yu who was not looking sideways in Han Jin's arms and asked: "Master, are they all like Fuwang?"

"How is it generally?" Han Yu's tone was flat. When he was teaching before, he also spoke in the same tone, following the script, as if he only needed to stuff the things in the book into Han Jing's mind to complete the task.

"It's generally amazing." Han Jing grabbed Han Jin's arm and looked back.

Han Yu said: "That's not true. They are all monks in the Tribulation Stage or the Mahayana Stage. Their roots are limited. In this small world, they will never be opponents of immortals."

Han Jing was stunned for a moment, this was not what he expected, so he couldn't react, but what helped him understand was the light and blood that could only be seen dimly after the fog gradually thickened.He suddenly had a sense of the absurd, and only dreams can be so absurd.

This is a dream!He was in a huge stone forest maze, but when did he fall into the illusion?Is Han Jin Hanyu next to him a real person or just his illusion?

Although he doesn't know why he had such a dream, the reason is not important. All the illusions in his heart, as long as he can leave, are just illusions of failure. to hurt others.

"Master, do you still remember that when I was young, you told me that there are three virtues of kindness, the lowest is not to do evil, the middle is to help those in need, and the highest is to save the common people." Han Jing held Han Jing tightly with her weak hands. Jin's sleeve, Han Jin should be real, he has always been in Han Jin's arms, and has not been separated for a moment.

Han Yu looked ahead, surrounded by fog, and there was always a clear and straight path in front of him: "I was wrong as a teacher."

This cold jade must be fake!It was rare for Han Jing to be smart for a while, squeezed Han Jin's hand, and said calmly, "What's wrong, Master?"

Han Jin in the illusion seemed to answer all questions: "I didn't hear a story when I was a teacher, so I just asked you today. There are vicious tigers in barren mountains that hurt people. If tigers are not allowed to hurt people, tigers will starve to death. Tigers and people can't do it." What should you do if you leave the barren mountain?"

Han Jing was speechless.

However, Hanyu still has a question: "Again, when the Hundred People's Mountain is blocked by heavy snow, you can live if you cannibalize people. If you don't eat, you will starve to death. Should you eat people or not?"

Han Jing thought about it for a long time, and said firmly: "I can't care what others do, but I don't eat."

Han Yu finally turned her head to look at Han Jing: "Whether you eat or not, as long as you live, you will die. If you dedicate yourself, you will trap all the living people into injustice. At the beginning, they all just chose to live. .”

Han Jing was speechless again.

Hanyu's waist is straight. Although the road ahead is clear, the end is still far away in the fog. However, the fog behind is like a pot of boiling water, overlapping and rolling endlessly. It is countless tiny flying ash that can be seen, and it goes back and forth, outlining the outline of the intangible light.

The murderous intent had already reached her back, and without turning her head, there was a dazzling white light of all kinds of light. Han Yu swung her arms, opened her sleeves, pushed the man in black and Han Jin Fuwang forward, and stopped in her tracks.Fuwang grabbed the man in black with his left hand and Han Jin with his right. Without hesitation, he ran with all his strength. From the gap between the arms, I saw Hanyu standing in the middle of the stone forest where the fog had cleared away, with a group of people behind him.The group of people stood behind Han Yu, almost drowning the small Han Yu who only reached the waist of a normal adult.

Han Yu waved at Han Jing calmly, turned around, and faced those powerful young immortals.

A person walked out of the group of people and walked in front of Hanyu. Hanjing couldn't see Hanyu's expression, but could only hear Hanyu's voice, which was very consistent with Hanyu's small body. A little bit aggrieved and coquettishly said softly, "Master, they want to beat me, do you want to beat me too?"

The fog in front of her eyes began to gather again, and this time the speed of gathering was extremely fast, Han Jing could only vaguely see Han Ying and smiled, this time the smile coincided with the hearty smile that belonged to Han Ying alone in the memory of many young Han Jing , Hanying bent down, touched Hanyu's hair, and seemed to sigh slightly.

The fog gathered again completely, and the island seemed to suppress Han Jing's vision and hearing. Not only could Han Jing not see, but he couldn't even hear Han Ying's response.Only the sound of Han Jin's heartbeat was left in his ears. Han Jin hugged him tightly to his heart and protected his head with one hand. During this hasty escape, he didn't even feel a breath of wind.

Han Jing didn't know what kind of route Fuwang took them. He couldn't see it, and he didn't dare to influence Han Jin Fuwang's escape. He could only feel that there were turns, falls and jumps. Hanyu did fight for them. After a short time, Fuwang stopped.

"Master, protect the law for us." Fuwang looked serious.

Han Jing's hands and feet were all fixed, and a small handkerchief was covered over his head. He could be sure that he was tied around the neck of the clown bird by Han Jin, in a posture of riding on the bird's back, but covered with the handkerchief. This incident made Han Jing's head full of messy imaginations, all imaginations are bad things.He was so nervous that he was almost suffocated. Although Yuanshen didn't feel suffocated, the distracting thoughts in his mind made him unable to calm down at all. He almost yelled loudly: "Let go of me! Jin! Han Jin! Let me go!"

The clown bird was taken aback and wanted to shake its wings involuntarily. The wings were raised halfway, fearing that Han Jing would be thrown off, they retracted awkwardly.

When it moved, it suddenly remembered: "Xiao Chip, you bite the handkerchief off my head!"

The clown bird turned its neck to bite, but its neck was so short and thick that it couldn't touch it at all, which made the bird lose face.It groaned aggrievedly, expressing its powerlessness.

Han Jing: "..." Han Jin is really good at finding places.

"Fuwang!" Han Jin's exasperated voice sounded not far away.

A non-existent heart that Han Jing was worried about almost jumped out, and he shouted nervously: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

After a while, Han Jin said: "It's okay...you know, Fuwang is getting old again."

All Han Jing was worried about was that he was helpless in the face of known problems.Such is the fate, the way of heaven is ruthless, what can people do?

"I'm fine, Master," Fuwang's tone was still relaxed, "As long as Master Master is fine, I'll be happy. If I'm happy, I'll be fine, and it won't hurt, but I have to go one step ahead of Master Master, you guys You will definitely miss me in the future!"

Han Jing's heart was in a mess, and he scolded softly: "What stupid things are you talking about, why can't you leave, the master is here, where are you going?"

Fuwang smiled: "Master, although meeting you was arranged by God, but I think this arrangement is not bad. At least when I was young, I did have the happiest time. At that time, Master and Mrs. I'm not hurt in the slightest."

I think back then, there was such a small group of people who were clamoring all day long to learn how to practice, but what good is learning to practice? Learning to practice is just a reminder for him. If he was not allowed to go with Hanyu, let him just be an ordinary long-lived person. How nice it would be to be an ordinary person, but now, Han Jing doesn't even have the ability to say "I won't let anyone hurt you now".

"Master, you and your wife will be fine, for sure."

Han Jing lay on the bird's back, with a heavy heart full of melancholy but still pretending to be relaxed: "With you, our family will be fine."

If the overwhelming coercion in the distance had any substance, the clown bird fluttered its wings and flew towards Han Jin's shoulder.The wind picked up the small handkerchief, and the eyes made of Han Jingbu saw the ground from Han Jin's shoulder.

There are five stone pillars on the ground, one gold, one green, one blue, one red and one yellow, with flowing runes hovering above them, and the light flows through the runes, forming a white and gentle enchantment on the top of the pillars.

Fuwang is lying in the center of the barrier, with his head facing the golden pillar, his left hand facing the green pillar, his left foot facing the blue pillar, his right hand facing the yellow pillar, and his right foot facing the red pillar. The blood mist flowed from the small opening on his body to the five beams of light.

This was the scariest sight Han Jing had ever seen in his life.

Fuwang closed his eyes, moved his mouth, but made no sound.

Han Jing imitated his mouth shape subconsciously, and when he realized what the four words he said were, all the strength and belief he insisted on collapsed almost instantly.

Master, I am in pain.

Lying in the center of the formation with a pale face but still conscious, the blood and strength in his body slowly flowed away, what Fuwang said was: Master, I hurt.

The scarf was thrown aside, and the scar left by the throat-cut pain in childhood is still there, but now it is the one who voluntarily tears his own body, does it hurt?

But the feelings between people in this world are not connected. Han Jing doesn't know how much Fuwang hurts, and Fuwang doesn't know how much Hanjing hurts.