[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Similarities, if you have to find out a conclusive connection, maybe they all have trouble with Yang Jian.Yang Jian used to work under the Queen Mother, pretending to be greedy for power, so that the Queen Mother believed that she could hold him firmly with a huge black gauze hat. With the difference of light, he was able to manipulate the chessboard step by step under the eyes of the two masters of Qian and Kun, and united with heroes from all walks of life in the three worlds to force the change of the rules of heaven.

Unexpectedly, in this life, the grievances between the two just continued to exist in a different form.

Chen Xiang looked in surprise at Yang Jian who hadn't imagined a weapon yet, and didn't see where the leader of the Hailong soldiers was, secretly guessing Yang Jian's reality.

When Yang Jian saw Chen Xiang, he knew that he would not come to Xihai for no reason. Since he came, he must have been to the Yang Mansion beforehand, and only after being instructed by Boss Kang, he came to find him. It is related to the third sister, and the news in his hand must be unknown to him. There is no other possibility for the news that meets these conditions.

After analyzing this level, Yang Jian's heart trembled violently, the arms that were originally hugging his chest solemnly hung down to his side, and the hands that were tucked in the sleeves couldn't help clenching their fists.

The woman held hostage by Feng Yunyao in front of her had an expression so calm that she had nothing to do with the whole world, creating a strange harmony with the rudimentary black long dress.

No, that was never her color.

Yang Jian tried to see a trace of fluctuation in Ao Cunxin's eyes looking at him, but he could only see a desert and emptiness that was divorced from reality, which was even more heart-wrenching than the "accidental encounter" at Guanjiangkou at the end of last summer.

All in all, he had lost her three times in his life.

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"Cunxin, why fate?"

"Fate is nothing, conditioned origin is extinguished, and conditioned birth is empty."

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Why?

Yang Jian asked himself silently.

He remembered that Ao Cunxin had said that she didn't believe in fate, but he believed that fate was the reason he recognized her when they reunited.

"I heard that Miss Feng wants to seek justice for the leader who died in the line of duty. Yang Jian is here to seek justice. If you dare to touch Xihai again, just try."

Feng Yunyao glanced sideways at Ao Cunxin, who was being held by her, and smiled coldly, "I knew that Nine-Headed Insects didn't have such a big face to work for the True Monarch to pay for it. As long as the True Monarch is arrested immediately, I promise not to invade the West Sea, but if Zhenjun intends to rescue people from the Vulture Mountain and snatch the lights, my little girl advises you to re-evaluate the defenses I taught."

Yang Jian responded indifferently: "Stop talking nonsense."

Chen Xiang looked at Yang Jian who was walking towards Feng Yunyao step by step in disbelief, and took half a step forward, hinting at his uncle and himself looking for a chance to attack, but was shot back by a familiar stern look.He was nailed to the spot, uncommonly indecisive, wondering for a moment who was the one who persuaded him not to be reckless and asked him: What exactly does uncle want to do?

Yang Jian hardly made any resistance to procrastinate, and let Feng Yunyao print a tyrannical formula as fast as lightning - a seal shaped like a lotus flower submerged into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and the magic power of his limbs and bones It dissipated in an instant, and the whole person was so light that it seemed that there was only a layer of shell left, but the heavy shell fell him firmly to the ground, and he could no longer get up in the clouds.

Chen Xiang was stunned by the flashy scene in front of him - if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the extremely absurd word "caught without a fight" could be found in his uncle's dictionary.He watched Yang Jian as stiff as a stone statue surrounded by a group of Black Lotus Sect disciples. Although there was no passive meaning in his posture, this scorchingly real scene still made him deeply humiliated.

"You're too old to listen to uncle?"

Chen Xiang was shocked, keenly heard from Yang Jian's voice that there was a lack of energy in the outer air and inner air, knowing that the matter could not be reversed, she stood silently for a long time, finally lowered her eyelashes, and put the small ax in her hand. Throw it on the ground.The soil in his sight was gray and yellow, and the shadows of a group of people and horses swayed across the soil one after another, and then a pair of familiar platinum carved dragon shoes passed by his peripheral vision - he didn't dare to look up to see his uncle passing by silhouette.

He thought that he already knew his uncle very well.

neither good nor evil

The blood-colored flowers, with slender, hook-like stamens, bloomed in a dark and scorched ruins.

She walked through the long ruins and looked forward along the blood-red flower road.

There is no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, no exit, no destination.

She didn't have a weapon in her hand, but the evil spirit that was sharper than a weapon was already firmly embedded in her heart, and the violence in her veins was stirring and clamoring in her body, burning her heart almost to ashes.She was looking, looking for a prey for her to skin and drink.

"Destroy everything you like, and don't let it be deprived of possession. Destroy everything you hate, and don't let it continue to exist redundantly."

This voice just chanted from the inside out, as if an uninvited guest lived somewhere in her body to talk to her, and every word burrowed into the heart pattern like a ghost.

The blood-colored flower stretched out its dark red petals, spreading and multiplying as if swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, covering the entire field of vision into a monotonous crimson vermilion.The rustling sound seemed to be devouring and chewing, and several flower vines piled up, whirling and gathering to form a human figure. A silver light flashed on the forehead of that human figure, like an eye coldly looking at the boundless ruins.

Her numb steps slowed down, and she was stopped by this figure.The sleeves of the clothes were torn apart, and a long piece of silk shot out from the sleeve. The long silk was covered with a layer of burning killing intent, twisting the crimson vermilion flowers into a rain of blood.However, her gaze suddenly turned cold, she retracted and stretched her arms and shot out the long silk again, shooting towards the rain of blood that was still flying, and then pulled back suddenly, tightly entangled the neck of a person in the rain of blood.

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"You threw the baby away?"

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She unconsciously covered her neck, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat.

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"If there is anything wrong with the child, I will kill you."

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She held Changbo's hand and tightened it back half an inch, almost hearing the soft sound of fibers breaking when Changbo was pulled.

The bloody petals fell, and the person's face could not be seen in the shadows.

Either, she tightened the long silk and strangled the fragile neck; or, she remained in a stalemate until the other party could no longer breathe.

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"I met my aunt, as if I knew her from a previous life. In the future, my aunt will be free, so I can just come to Huashan for a sit-down."

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The 300 years of star shifting were suddenly blown away by the sound of "aunt" in the memory, and the burning tyranny in my heart was also blown away by the sound of "aunt".Ao Cunxin lost his mind, loosened the strength in his hand, and the long silk broke like a stitch.

The slender stamens around were bent down by the hanging light silk, and the ink-colored long silk was spread on the ground, like an irreparable wound in the sea of ​​blood.The person in the shadow remained motionless, his body covered with red petals, squinting his eyes, as if he was wearing a red wedding dress, just like 2000 years ago - the full moon was like a plate, and the red curtains and red makeup.

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"The saint's face is not very good, is Yang Jian angry with you?"

In the narrow corridor made of stone bricks, a man wearing a black gold mask stood neatly under the wall candle, his waist covered in a large white robe was straight, and his tone was lazy and casual when he said this.

Feng Yunyao held Ao Cunxin with one hand, and closed the stone gate with the other, "Hey, isn't this the envoy of Jingli, why did he come here? He hasn't said a word in the past two days, how can he be angry with me? "

"My subordinate just happened to pass by, and heard that the holy lady came in to look for the Saha Envoy, so I followed curiously to have a look, and I actually found it here." Jingli followed Feng Yunyao who was pulling the wooden figure out very accommodatingly.

"Have you checked the news from the Heavenly Court this morning, is it true?"

"It's absolutely true." The pair of bright eyes under the black gold mask scrutinized Feng Yunyao's face indiscriminately, "The saint is concerned about this matter, does she have plans?"

The three of them walked out of the black iron gate, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was high and the clouds were light.Feng Yunyao handed Ao Cunxin to the subordinate who was waiting on the side, and she led her eye calendar to avoid the sentry sentry far away.

"Of course there are plans."

After listening to Feng Yunyao's words, Jingli thought for a while, then suddenly stopped, and asked in a solemn tone: "The meaning of the saint, could it be..."

Feng Yunyao raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Aren't they affectionate? I will spread this earth-moving story for them."

"Didn't the holy aunt say that the Buddha will leave the customs in two days, and you have to wait for the Buddha to deal with Yang Jian himself? If the holy aunt wants to execute Yang Jian in advance, that's fine. In any case, it's all to pay homage to the souls of thousands of martyrs who died in my teaching, but It would be too much to do the matter that the holy aunt said on the Lingjiu Mountain..." Jingli stopped talking, and felt that the matter Feng Yunyao planned was too sick, but he thought that his self-cultivation was not bad, and he didn't want to He said that he was sick to his face, not to mention that he didn't know exactly what kind of disease Feng Yunyao was suffering from.

"Master Jingli, I will discuss this matter with the Bodhisattvas in the teaching, you just take care of yourself."

Jingli hurriedly took a step back to plead guilty, rolled her eyes slightly, and asked Feng Yunyao's back as she left angrily, "Holy aunt...couldn't you be provoking the Buddha on purpose?"

Feng Yunyao turned around abruptly, but there was not much anger in her eyes, instead she was calm and almost indifferent, gave him a warning look, and turned away.

In the stone room, Yang Jian happened to sit cross-legged to rest his mind, a strangle mark on his neck was more conspicuous against the plain white collar.His primordial spirit was sealed, and his mana was completely locked. At this time, he was no different from a mortal martial artist except that he was in a holy body.

This stone room is two feet square, and in the middle there is a futon-shaped futon that is long for one person.