naive rivers and lakes

In a trance, I remembered a lot of things, what should be remembered and what should not be remembered, and I almost remembered them in my dizziness.In this damn dangerous fight, I finally regained my lost old memories.

"Hua Fan, hurry up." My senior brother shouted, Hua Fan glanced at me, and stuffed something into my hand, the cylindrical one was not very big, the fan could be seen, the red bottom, the white point was folded in, It should be the white plum, I smiled, and used the nine methods of Tiancan to heal my wounds, and secretly swallowed the bit of fishy sweetness rushing up my throat.

It's so unbearable, now I remember it all.I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, I pulled the corners of my lips stiffly, the people in the audience were still dumbfounded, I don't know how this mighty and upright head of the Xiaolang Sect became like this, how could he stab/stab with a sword Monk Liansheng, how could Huafan be blackmailed by a woman?

"The way is Wei, you don't have another chance." Hua Fan said coldly.

"Oh? Really? That's not necessarily true." He smiled and said with the face of the head of Xiaolang Sect, and he felt a strong sense of violation. Door?He used the long sword Shan Se, but it didn't look like he was using a sword, but rather like using a knife, and Shan Se became an obstacle to him.

But he didn't feel frustrated when he fought Hua Fan like this.

The Hidden Sword in Hua Fan's hand was flying up and down like a falcon, and a Hidden Sword was fatal. He received a palm from Monk Liansheng, but he didn't see any inconvenience in his movements. I went to Monk Liansheng and bent my knees. Squatting down, watching Monk Liansheng closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, the wound on his body has not been treated, and the bright red blood is dripping all the way along the old clothes, but he maintains a ridiculous meditation posture, sitting in this crisis On the raised platform.

"Monk, what are you doing?" I asked in a low voice, asking him with my original voice.

"Just thinking about it." He replied hoarsely.

"What's wrong?" I continued to ask, refusing to let it go.Monk Liansheng didn't answer me.I fumbled out a bottle from my body, and shook it in front of Monk Liansheng, although he couldn't see it when he closed his eyes, I looked at his face, and followed the clues in my memory to trace the source all the way, saying : "You don't take some medicine to suppress the poison, are you rushing down to see your son? That's a pity, you're down there—you won't be able to see him"

Monk Liansheng finally raised his eyes, his eyes were full of desolation, not a single blade of grass grew, I shook the bottle in my hand, and lazily said: "There is a cinnabar mole on Huafan's heart, your friend who is the head of Xiaolang sect, and your son The first half of my life was ruined by Zhiweiwei, do you really want to continue to be compassionate? Lian, Sheng, Da, Shi?"

Monk Liansheng took the bottle and took a few pills. I looked carefully at the wound on Monk Liansheng's neck, and couldn't help but sneer, Huafan, Huafan, look, after so many years, you are still so heartbroken No, it's obvious that he can't be cruel.The wound could obviously be deeper, and you obviously poisoned the knife, but when it came time to attack, you still acted lightly.

The meeting between you and me in the ruined temple was just a coincidence. Your goal is not me, but Master Liansheng, who after losing his wife and son, changed his ways and became a monk, right?

Your goal is only your biological father.

But it was raining that day, and there was nowhere to stay. A few of us rushed to the temple to hide from the rain. We happened to meet you and Master Liansheng. I liked him a little bit, so I escaped before the fall."

There is a wall, my father is your master, so you should have practiced Taixu Gong, what can a wall separate?

"There are some things that you regret now, and it's too late." This is what Yin Shang said when I went down the mountain.

Because it's too late, it's too late.

From the very beginning, I was a calculated koi, born in the pond and raised in the pond, which one is the biggest in the world?Entered this river and lake abruptly, was lured all the way forward, and fell into the net.I believe in my senior brother, but my senior brother deceives me, I admire my father, but that old man is not my father at all, not only that, he also hides it from me, I treat my sister Tianqing as a child and try to protect her, But the child has always been as innocent as a child, not her, but me, a person named innocent.

My younger sister knows everything. She knows that Daddy is not Daddy, and that her parents are both dead. She remembers everything so clearly that she can't even forget it.

Huiji will be hurt, that girl has such aptitude, this silly girl——

"You're wrong, I've never been merciful." Monk Liansheng stood up slowly, he curled his lips into a cold smile, suddenly a murderous look appeared on his body, his smile looked like a flower blooming, the corner of his mouth smiled There is pity in the eyes, like the gods and Buddhas molded by the clay embryo, laughing at the ignorance of the world.

"I practice Buddhism, and what I cultivate is freedom and peace of mind. If practicing Buddhism can't make me continue to be at ease, then this Buddha doesn't care." He stood up, looked at his senior brother's position, and said loudly: "Senior brother, I am vulgar. It's over."

Hearing this, the highly respected abbot Lian Che, with ragged and gray hair, came here in an instant, kicked his junior brother on the waist, and kicked him to the ground twice. Abbot Lian Che raised his brows, Not very happy: "You go, Huajiu, remember to come back alive, your group of juniors are still waiting for you."

Saying this, he casually threw a white bottle at others, flicked his sleeves, and jumped off the stage. The people in the audience parted ways spontaneously. I don't know which young man dared to step forward and blocked Abbot Lian Che who was suppressing his anger. Question: "Since Abbot Lian Che is practicing Buddhism, why didn't he kill those crooked sects?"

Abbot Lian Che walked around without stopping, and said calmly: "In this world, who is not at fault? Monk, why should I take someone's life? Lingyin Temple doesn't care about worldly affairs, let's go."

My senior brother Chu Ge and Hua Fan are fighting with Shiwei. My senior brother and Hua Fan cooperate very well and complement each other. I thought, but couldn't help but sneer, that's natural. If you count carefully, Hua Fan is a worry It's worthy of my senior brother Chu Ge's call, the master is the same person, and it's not that the two are unfamiliar, how could they not even have a tacit understanding?

However, Zhiwei barely escaped the attack of these two people and just survived in the crack. At this time, Zhiwei suddenly shouted loudly and said, "You two, does anyone recognize this thing?" Throwing something out, I saw the outline of that thing from a distance—it was a rabbit, the best suet white jade, with smooth and simple lines, and the shape of the rabbit was carved out with just a few strokes, my senior brother said: Shouting Hua Fan in a low voice, she stopped the iron fan in her hand.

Holding the iron fan, he tapped the iron fan twice in his palm, gritted his teeth and said, "How is this man now?" He asked.

My senior brother naturally knew that Wei Wei was holding something viciously dangling between his fingers, the jade pendant was carved by him himself, and the white rabbit raised by Tianqing died—that rabbit was roasted and eaten by my father as a wild rabbit, so angry So much so that she refused to talk to my father. My father relied on his majesty as a master to let my senior brother try to coax people.

I think my senior brother was able to please women so much later on, it was due to Tianqing's contribution.

The fighting over there stopped, and on the other side, an unknown sect of decent sects stood on the high platform, cleared their throats, and then used their internal force to transmit a voice, saying: "Under the hands of Wei Huafan, countless lives have been lost. Abbot Lian Che is merciful." Because of Huai's reluctance to kill people, someone from Zhou is for the stability of the world, please surround these people, and hope that the heroes and heroes in the audience will join hands to kill the devil and defend the way. As for these masked people who refuse to reveal their identities, I trouble you guys to be merciful and tie him up, and the Huashan faction will give you an explanation."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, all talking about the head of the Huashan School. Monk Liansheng sitting quietly in a corner, no, he should be called Huajiu, he just laughed mockingly, looking at the three people who were in a stalemate, He looked at the audience, and looked at that Zhou who claimed to be dressed in white, the pity in his eyes was so thick that he was a little mocking.

"What are you laughing at?" I bent down and asked, watching the monk eat some pills like jelly beans.

"Laugh at the world, laugh at the world." He said lazily, with a tired voice.

A black-clothed figure appeared in front of my eyes, and that shadow hurriedly withdrew. Before I realized what to do, I was pressed into the arms of a red-clothed man. His slightly cold hand penetrated into my sleeve, and then suddenly When it was dark, he unfolded the secret umbrella left for me, clasped my shoulder with one hand, and said in a low voice: "Don't move."

There is a patter of rain falling in front of me. It is not so much rain as it is a man-made product. It was splashed from a high place. Looking at the location, it should be... I felt a chill in my heart, thinking of the sickly white man. Come third son, if something unexpected happens to him...

"Everyone in the world owes me, and should bear my resentment." Way said slightly, he walked towards the head of the Huashan sect who had just shouted to eliminate demons and defend the way, and the long sword in his hand fell down.

With a bang, he was blocked by a hatchet.

"A mantis' arm is like a cart, and it can't control itself." He kicked the hatchet away, and he kicked the hatchet into the air. The hatchet was heavy and sharp, and it was an old knife of unknown ages. The handle is tied with an indistinguishable color cloth strip, because the cloth strip is soaked in blood and sweat, and the original color can no longer be seen. The cloth strip may have been cut at random, just like Chaisang, who is completely alive. With a kind of bold and clumsy.

I still remember that amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, there was a man in rough clothes, holding an ugly hatchet, and he said stupid things about helping the weak.

There was light in his eyes as he spoke, and his expression was sincere.

I still remember when he said that his wife died at the hands of the devil, there was a heavy sadness in his eyes, and he was stubbornly seeking an answer.

But now, everything should be over, the decent people were ambushed, and the people in the audience jumped up to the high platform scatteredly, holding the knives in their hands, and all of them knelt down in front of the way, calling for the leader.

Way Wei dropped the long sword in his hand.The old hatchet fell on the ring with a few slaps.

With a bang, I heard the sound of weapons colliding.

The long sword is broken.It fell to the ground with a ding.

"The Bai family is going back to heaven, Bai Jiangqing, here we come to seek justice for Broken Sword and Baishui." Bai Jiangqing's voice spread out, faintly, without waves or ripples, and the clouds were calm and windy.

"This sword was recast by Baishui, named Shuiqiong."