You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

At noon, it rained a lot.

The raindrops fell in a patter, smashed up the dust, and then kneaded it into mud and returned it to the earth.

A young man is standing in the rain curtain, or it is more appropriate to say that he is a young man. His eyebrows are well-defined and extremely black, and the center of his eyebrows is printed with silver lights. His skin looks whiter in the dark air. Qu Conggu has grown up. The shape is a head taller, the skeleton has also grown, the soft flesh has faded on the face, and there are some edges and corners, but there is still a gentle and clever temperament in the eyebrows.

He slowly raised the Shahu sword, drew a ray of light, and briefly split the rain curtain.

Then his movements became quicker, with one step sweeping his waist and falling backwards, the Shahu sword swept across, the branches trembled slightly, shaking off the leaves of Kazuki, and slowly spun around his body.

The rain curtain was entangled with the fallen leaves, blocked in mid-air by the sword energy, and turned into a water barrier!

Qu Cong retracted his sword, pointed the sword upwards, and drew his finger upwards to suppress the sharpness.

I saw a huge circle hanging above his head, made of rainwater and fallen leaves, like a big umbrella, not even a trace of rain fell, it could only slide down along the edge, forming a rain curtain.

Peng Yu squatted under the eaves and ate a bowl of noodles, pointing at him with chopsticks: "It's too early, why are you in a hurry."

Qu Conggu walked over, and the rain-blocking circle moved forward with him, until he sat under the eaves, and then it shattered with a bang, splashing a splash of water.

"Hungry." Qu Conggu said, and then took his own bowl to eat noodles.

Peng Yu said, "You eat whatever you want, why don't you eat the grain?"

Qu Conggu was not afraid of him either: "You don't even make a bigu, how can I make a bigu when I have just formed an alchemy."

Peng Yu scolded: "No prospect."

Qu Conggu ate two mouthfuls of noodles, felt the chills in his body, and shivered unconsciously.

When I got up again, my eyes were a little dark.

Peng Yu raised his eyes: "Why, you really don't want to eat after a few words?"

But suddenly saw that the mark of the ever-burning lamp on his forehead was a bit dim, and he was taken aback for a moment: "What's wrong with you."

Qu Conggu said, "It's a bit cold."

He hasn't been feeling well since he woke up yesterday, but there were times like this before, and because of the ever-burning light on his body, he soon recovered. This time, he may have tossed a little hard, and he was always uncomfortable.

Peng Yu frowned under his bamboo hat, and said, "Go back, don't come this afternoon."

Qu Cong was quite happy to have a vacation, and was about to run out in the rain, but was stopped by Peng Yu. He searched the house for a long time, found a broken umbrella, and shook the dust: "Go on."

Qu Conggu smiled happily: "Thank you, Master."

Peng Yu waved his hand: "Go away."

There was a faint earthy smell in the air, which completely cooled down the city covered in yellow sand, and even the leaves were washed out of their original green.

The door of the inn was wide open, and a group of people had nothing to do, stumbling around in a daze.

A thunderbolt strikes without warning, and Qu Conggu and Lei Sheng enter the room together.

Bell was taken aback: "My ancestor, why do you have such an ugly face?"

Qu Conggu shook his head, and felt a dull pain in his throat when he wanted to speak: "Maybe I caught a cold."

Chongtianji said: "How can you catch a cold so easily, you have already formed a pill, don't let it be that you have made a mistake in practicing kung fu."

Qu Conggu was not too clear about it, he was very dizzy and said listlessly: "I'll go to sleep first."

Several people watched him walk up the stairs slowly, and Zhonggou said again: "Dizi No. [-] has medicine."

Qu Conggu waved his hand, indicating that he understood.

He originally planned to go back to sleep directly, but he stopped unconsciously when he reached a door.

Zhu Jueyun retreated inside.

Qu Conggu leaned his head against the door and called softly, "Brother."

At this time, I don't feel nauseous anymore, as if I have returned to my childhood.

Qu Conggu said: "I am born against rainy days, and when it rains, I will be unlucky."

"I have a fever," he said, "and no one takes care of me."

This sounds quite heartless, but what Xiaoshizi probably wants is the care in the palm of his hand, the kind that Zhu Jueyun would stay by his bedside and not leave for a day.

Qu Conggu really missed Zhu Jueyun, and he was full of grievances. He usually didn't dare to speak in front of Zhu Jueyun's door like this, for fear of distracting Zhu Jueyun. It's over, but he doesn't care at this time.

Then I thought again, why should I think about him so much, he doesn't know anything in there, and he is living a good life?

There was no movement in the room, Qu Conggu leaned against the door for a while, then turned and left.

I slept until it was getting late, and the rain had stopped.

The window was blown open by the wind at some point, making the room damp and cold for a while.

As soon as he woke up, he didn't feel right.

It may be that he has practiced for a long time, and he also has the keenness of sword repair in his body. His heart sank, and he smelled something different.

Step by step, he walked slowly down the stairs.

Wu Yi was wearing a white shroud, sitting under the lobby, looking at him with a smile.

Qu Conggu felt his whole body, from his toenails to his scalp, become cold rapidly, with goosebumps all over his body.

Everyone in the ghost town was silent, their eyes occasionally glanced at Wu Yi, which was very obvious, but he thought he was pretending well.

Wu Yi said, "This place is really hard to find."

However, the second sentence asked him: "Where is Zhu Jueyun?"

Qu Conggu heard himself saying, "What are you doing here?"

Wu Yi said: "Look for someone, let me see how you are doing."

"It looks pretty good," she said looking at Qu Conggu, "it's still tender."

The incisor said, "You fucking know this woman?"

Qu Cong Gu Ping said: "I don't know."

Wu Yi smiled, stood up and brushed past him, whispering, "See you tonight."

Then went straight upstairs.

Zhu Jueyun is retreating, right upstairs!Qu Conggu's heart skipped a beat, he caught up with her in two steps, and saw her standing in front of a door.

Wu Yi glanced at him casually, then scratched lightly on the door with his fingers.

She smiled mockingly, tapped the door frame threateningly, made a crisp sound, as if greeting the people inside, then left unexpectedly, found her own room and opened the door to enter.

Qu Conggu was silent for a moment, then blew a whistle, Cao Gu came quietly and rubbed his calf.

"You stay here," he said to Cao Gu, "don't go, I'll be right back."

"Are you fucking coming tonight?" the front teeth stared at him and asked him, "Why the hell?"

Qu Conggu said: "She has a grudge against Zhu Jueyun, I'm afraid..."

"Come!" the cripple made a final decision, "Revenge if you have revenge, don't worry, since you have hatred with the people in the ghost city, you can only die."

Qu Conggu nodded and sucked his nose.

He was in a mess.

Why did Wu Yi suddenly come to the ghost town?

Could it be that a miracle is about to be born?Or did she figure out that Zhu Jueyun had to go into seclusion, and wanted to take advantage of the fire?

A few years ago, Wu Yi was on par with Zhu Jueyun, can they win now?

But if he can't win, he has to fight, Wu Yi absolutely can't stay in the ghost town, otherwise his heart will jump out of his chest sooner or later.

That night, on the second floor of the inn.

The night was deep, the tree moved slightly, and the sword was unsheathed.

Murderous intent came out of the window, a sword split the window, and a black shadow flashed into the room.

Zhong Gou's sword was extremely fast, and he rushed straight to the bed, splitting the quilt in two.

"No one," he said, "run away."

Qu Conggu felt uneasy, he suddenly raised his head, and saw Wu Yi lying on the roof with a smile on his lips.

"On top!" He shouted, and the sword came out of its sheath with a clang, and he flew forward to meet it.

The nails of Wu Yi's ten fingers became several feet longer in an instant, and when the nails flicked on the sword, they also burst into sparks.

Several people surrounded him in a flash, the Shuangyan Huan Dao spun at high speed and the silver light shone, Wu Yi's legs were clasped on the beam of the house, and he stretched his body backwards, barely avoiding it.

The bell's ribbon has arrived, and the red ribbon is like a swimming snake, tightly wrapped around Wu Yi's neck.

Linglong's figure teleported and the corners of her red clothes fluttered, several ribbons flew out from her sleeves and wrapped around Wu Yi's limbs from all directions. She stepped on her feet and threw Wu Yi down hard.

Wu Yi let out a muffled snort, and fell on the ground without moving for a while.

"Damn it," said the cripple, "women beat women, it's fucking hard."

Zhonggou was also taken aback: "What's going on."

Bell twisted her waist: "What are you pretending to be, bitch."

Everyone inevitably relaxed, but Qu Cong said, "She's just pretending."

In the battle with Zhu Jueyun back then, she also deliberately showed weakness halfway through.

Qu Conggu remembered clearly that she scratched Zhu Jueyun, until now there are four white scars on his neck.

Zhong Gou threw a dagger at her at will, and the fragments of the ribbon were blown apart in an instant. Wu Yi's long hair was flying in the dark night. She grabbed the dagger fiercely in her mouth and landed lightly on the ground.

This is not finished.

In an instant, there was a loud noise from all sides of the room, the walls were smashed, and a group of black-faced men appeared out of thin air.

Wu Yi spat out the dagger, and said, "Zhu Jueyun is retreating."

"He can't beat Zhong Wu if he doesn't enter the triple golden body. It has been 60 years, and he can only break through at this time at the fastest."

Qu Cong was confused: "How long did you say?"

Wu Yi sneered: "It's been 60 years, and you left the Central Plains and disappeared."

How could this be?

He thought it would only be 20 years at most, how could it be 60 years?

What about his parents?

Qu Cong Gu's mood was difficult to calm down for a few times, the illness on his body was still not gone, he was in a trance for a while, his feet swayed, and he was supported by his front teeth.

He heard the front teeth say in a deep voice: "No matter how many fucking people, I'll kill them all."

As soon as the voice fell, there was no one on the ground, and the sound of interlacing weapons ignited the murderous aura in the dark night.

A burst of bloody smell permeated the tip of the nose. I don't know who it was, and no one spoke.

Qu Cong Gu Changjian swung the long knife from a man in black's hand, raised it from bottom to top, and fixed the tip of the sword directly on the man's chin. In a blink of an eye, Wu Yi ran out——

Kusaku stood guard at the door.

Don't rush.

Don't rush.

He flew up and kicked the man unconscious, chased after him, swung his long sword out to block Wu Yi, turned somersault on the ground, and took the Shahu sword with his hand.

Qu Conggu looked at her viciously like a puppy guarding food, guarding the door and not letting her in.

Wu Yi smiled: "It really is here."

When the fire is on fire, the mother always looks in the direction of the child. Zhu Jueyun's cultivation has been able to hide from his tracks. Wu Yi doesn't know where he is, but she knows that following Qu Conggu will definitely find him.

Xiaoshizi still hasn't made a living, so it's too easy to show his feet.

Zhu Jueyun didn't show up, she didn't dare to act rashly, but now she was convinced that Zhu Jueyun must be in retreat, and now was the best time.

At the end of the corridor, there was an endless sound of clashing swords and guns, as well as the sound of weapons sinking into flesh and blood.

Qu Conggu clenched his teeth, breathing slowly and quickly.

He was so anxious that he felt in a trance for a while, and he could feel the skin on his body slowly heating up, and beads of sweat soaked through his clothes from behind.

As soon as Wu Yi's body moved, he raised his sword and went up. The Shahu sword slashed on the ground, clanging and clanging. The speed of the two was extremely fast, and the speed of their shots could hardly be seen, but they had already fought several times.

Qu Conggu studied under Sword Master Peng Yu. His master was famous for being quick and ruthless, and he never left a way out.

With a sound of "crash", Wu Yi's clothes were torn open by a sword, exposing a large white thigh.

She sneered: "I haven't seen you in three days, so I should see you with admiration."

Qu Conggu stood his sword on the ground, sweating profusely, barely holding his body so as not to fall down.

He is stern and soft-hearted, but he still has to pretend to be comfortable.

At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The voice was extremely clear and extremely light, as if it had been intentionally smashed into his ear.

A figure of an extremely tall man came out of the darkness. There was a long scar on his right eye. The edges and corners of his face were as sharp as steel cut by a knife. He had a short beard and looked gangster.

Wu Yi glanced at him: "It's too slow."

"The little ladies in Jiangnan are fun," the man said casually while stroking his beard, "Let's play for a while."

Wu Yi spat and said, "You will die at the hands of women sooner or later."

But the man randomly drew a soft sword from his waist: "Is there a person inside?"

Wu Yi looked at Qu Conggu and smiled.

Laughing so hard that his hair stood on end, his heart was cold to the end.

Even if he loses to Wu Yi, if there is another person, even if he fights to the death this time, there is no chance of winning.

Qu Conggu whistled, Cao Gu jumped off the beam, and appeared in front of him with dark green eyes.

The man's hand moved, and he clenched the hilt of the sword, ready to strike.

Qu Conggu shot first, and the figures of three people and one wolf moved almost instantaneously, meeting in midair.

Wu Yi saw that Qu Conggu's physical strength was exhausted, and there was almost no gap in each move, and the hand quickly left an afterimage. A sword was pressing against her nails several feet away. Wu Yi was more flexible. To his chest!

Qu Conggu hurriedly took a step back and fell backwards. Wu Yi missed a move and was so annoyed that he caught up with him and kicked him!

Qu Conggu's consciousness was chaotic and he couldn't dodge it, so he suffered the kick, groaned and fell on the door behind him, smashing it down.

He panicked and wondered for a moment whether he had disturbed Zhu Jueyun.

Then I found myself unable to get up for a long time.

Desperation arose in his heart, but he still picked up his sword.

His master said that a man can die in battle, which is the best way back home.

He didn't think about dying, but there was no need to think about protecting his lover with all his might.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the darkness, only shooting at Wu Yi, she dodged quickly but couldn't catch up with the speed of the white light, a bloodstain was drawn on her snow-white cheek, and a line of blood was drawn profusely.

Qu Conggu shouted: "Master!"

Peng Yu was still wearing the bamboo hat, squatting on the window like a bastard, with a straw stick hanging from his mouth.

"My apprentice is sick, do you want to show some face for two against one?" he asked.

The man recognized him, and scoffed, "Peng Yu, Wusingjian, is hiding in such a place."

Peng Yu said, "What's your name?"

The man was about to speak, but he interrupted first, thinking: "You have so many names, is it more appropriate to be 'unworthy' or 'frightened', huh? Zhong Wu."

Zhong Wu's cheeks twitched, and he grinned fiercely.

The soft sword slammed on the ground, smashing a deep ditch several feet away, exploding sawdust and breaking the person all over.

Qu Conggu finally felt more at ease. He knew that his master was an unborn genius swordsman, and Peng Yu represented strength.

As soon as my heart relaxed, my head became dizzy, the Venus flickered in front of my eyes, and I couldn't even hold the sword steadily, but I couldn't fall down now.

He hangs all by one breath.

At this moment, the door behind him suddenly shattered.

Qu Conggu saw that Wu Yi and Zhong Wu's expressions changed instantly, and even Peng Yu took a step forward unconsciously.

Qu Conggu's heart was beating violently, and he didn't dare to look back for a moment.

But he turned his head back very slowly.

Time seemed to stop suddenly.

Zhu Jueyun's black hair was calm and unmoving, his eyebrows flew into his temples like swords, his eyes were like knives, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body was awe-inspiring.

Qu Conggu lost his breath, and the first time he saw him, he passed out immediately.

He didn't hit the ground, he was caught.

Those hands are very generous and warm, just like when he was 16 years old in front of the ancient temple, he hugged himself, and like 12 years old, Qu Conggu fell backwards and was firmly supported by him from behind.

Over the years, nothing has changed.

All he wanted was such a hug. Qu Cong didn't want to be a hero, never thought about it, he just wanted to stay by Zhu Jueyun's side and let him love him.

Zhu Jueyun has aspirations and ambitions, and he will accompany him, and the bitter fruit will continue, so that is acceptable.

He has grown up, and he can do what he can do to protect his lover with a sword.

Almost instantly, the situation was reversed, and Zhong Wu and others lost the opportunity.

Everyone in the ghost city is well-cultivated, and there is no one below the golden core stage. A bell dog and a Peng Yu are even the best among the people when they are equal to the dragon and the phoenix. Now that Zhu Jueyun has suddenly left the gate, they are immediately at a disadvantage .

Zhu Jueyun's voice was as cold as the thin ice of winter: "Do you have a last word?"

Zhong Wu has seen strong winds and waves, and walked past the gate of hell countless times but was terrified by his killing intent in vain.

"I have endured enough," Zhu Jueyun said, "The kindness that the Buddha should have given has been exhausted."

"Now I, Zhu Jueyun, want to kill you, it has nothing to do with Buddha."

"You broke into the ghost town and hurt my lover. If there is one scar on his body, I will kill you alone. If there are two scars, I will let the flesh and blood of these people cover the ground of the ghost town."

"If he sleeps for one day, I will smash your bones into ashes. If he sleeps for two days, I will shatter your soul and make it disappear between the world and the five elements."

The deep chill in the words made Peng Yu startled.

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his hand slowly, and the grass turned into a pestle that radiated golden light.

He gently placed Qu Conggu on the bed, and when he turned around, the aura around his body instantly turned cold, the subduing magic pestle spun at high speed, Zhu Jueyun waved it casually, and it shot out like a line——

The Demon Subduing Pestle followed the crowd and arrived at the fighting room. The golden thread flashed and sank into the chests of men in black in the blink of an eye!

The front teeth yelled violently: "Wait! What the fuck!"

Zhonggou put down his sword and said calmly: "Zhu Jueyun has left the customs."

The Demon Subduing Pestle drew golden threads in the air, as if stringing the men in black together, and then flew out of the room at high speed.

Several men in black knelt down on the ground in unison.

"Fuck," the cripple rarely cursed, "What are you doing! We don't want to lose face!"

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his hand without looking back, and the subduing magic pestle landed firmly in his palm.

"No grudges in the past, no grudges in the present," Zhong Wu grinned, laughing until the scars on his face burst open, "Brother, we have something to talk about."

Zhu Jueyun smiled coldly.

Qu Conggu slept for three days and three nights, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, but he still vaguely saw a person sitting in front of the bed.

He moved his hand and found that he was being held.

Knowing nothing, he laughed first.

Zhu Jueyun said: "Get up and act like a little fool."

Qu Conggu was sore and sore after suffering from an illness, so Zhu Jueyun sat up in his arms and leaned against the wall.

Zhu Jueyun touched his face: "I lost weight."

Qu Conggu could hear the pain in his tone, and blinked two drops of golden beans from his eyes.

The grievance came to the fore, lost and recovered, escaped from death, and no one cared about his illness, he was wronged.

Zhu Jueyun hugged him tightly, patted him gently like coaxing a child, and said: "I miss you."

Qu Conggu widened his eyes and asked, "What?"

Zhu Jueyun smiled and said, "I miss you."

The road of cultivation seems to be endless, and the great monk also feels lonely in his heart. He always feels that his ears are too clean, there is nothing in his arms, and there is only a door between him. He can't bear the ups and downs.

Qu Cong said with a smile: "After entering the triple golden body, my master has also become enlightened and can speak nice words."

With nostalgia and tenderness, Zhu Jueyun still patted his back repeatedly.

Qu Cong thought: He really misses me.