fairy dust

Ling Feiyan woke up from the illusion of the heart, and there was still a warm feeling on the cheeks. It turned out that the tears fell down the cheeks at some point, and the sadness made people dare not look back, but the chapters and chapters were unforgettable.

"It's no wonder that the past couldn't see your past. How can mortals get a glimpse of Jiuxiao Tianji." Tang Muran smiled wryly, unwilling.He sighed deeply again, relieved.

"The meaning of the young priest... I am..." Ling Feiyan has not yet adapted to the feeling of wet eyes, and wipes the tears with the back of his hand awkwardly, and the tone of his guess to Tang Muran is not confident.

"You are." Tang Muran shook his head helplessly, his tone was certain and beyond doubt.

An inconceivable surprise appeared on Ling Feiyan's face, but Tang Muran read some relief from Ling Feiyan's deep eyes.She knew that this must be because Ling Feiyan knew that the relationship with Ling Feiyi in this life would not be hindered by Ling Feiyi's previous life, and the joy in her heart happily forgot to hide it.

But soon, Ling Feiyan restrained his emotions rationally.Recalling the dreamland of Xinzhao, she responded to the heart voice of Tianyu Dashen, and promised Ye Xiaozhou the covenant of reincarnation. She was finally willing to admit this inevitable fate, and solemnly said to Tang Muran: "The past life is like a dream, It suddenly seemed true. In the past, it was I who provoked a difficult love calamity, and I was waiting for her, making her look forward to it, crazy and lovesick. The first battle of Xianxiao will break her soul. I have two hearts. Even if the fairy dust is different, I hope to go home with her."

Hearing this, Tang Muran frowned in thought.Unexpectedly, Ling Feiyan was the reincarnation of the Great God of Heaven, and unexpectedly, Ye Xiaozhou's demon heart was still unabated, and the two went round and round looking for each other, but they had already met and accompanied each other in the world without knowing it.With such a fate, how could the two of them get the admiration of others in their eyes.

After hesitating for a while, Tang Muran finally sighed loudly: "It's so free and easy to reach the same goal by different routes! The so-called magic robbery is nothing more than a word of love. Since it has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me."

After finishing speaking, Tang Muran raised his arms and pushed open the door at the end of the Wanghai Pavilion corridor, and personally dragged Ling Feiyan into the wind and rain.

"Young Priest." He was pulled up by Tang Muran again, and there was a gentle and gentle power in his palm.Ling Feiyan recalled that Tang Muran had held her hand like this when he was young, and it turned out that it was Tang Muran's forbearance that ended with passion for her.

Yes, what else can Tang Muran do other than choose to give up.Ling Feiyan's love words are destined to have nothing to do with her, but it also eliminates her reasons for blocking Ling Feiyan from looking for junior high school.She never wanted to interfere in other people's fate like her father Tang Ming did.If she can, her greatest wish is to control her own life.

Dikun Zhenyuan was originally a Taoism technique used by the disciples of Tian Yuzong to protect themselves in fierce battles, but at this moment Tang Muran used it with extreme tenderness.From the moment Ling Feiyan walked into the rain, a golden gleam enveloped her body lightly, even though the torrential rain poured down from the air and splashed and scattered, it was like Tang Muran was suddenly smashed into countless strands of sorrow, but little Ling Feiyan's snow-white clothes didn't feel damp.

"I'll show you the position where Ling Feiyi is imprisoned." Tang Muran's tone was calm, even a little relaxed, as if the rejection and obstruction of the previous few days had never happened.Perhaps, this was Ling Feiyan's most sincere and heartfelt response when she asked for help.No need to be envious, Tang Muran finally felt the joy of acting from the heart.

The song fan burst out with great power, destroying the Dixuan Realm that Tang Ming was struggling to support.The huge force of backlash instantly slammed Tang Ming fiercely into the ruins of the column, accompanied by the pain of his internal organs almost collapsing, Tang Ming only felt a strong smell of blood rushing straight into his mind.But he didn't care about the serious physical injury at all. He saw a burst of purple magic breath suddenly rising from the sea rock where the fan was placed, and rushing into the violent waves splashed by the collapse of the broken soul column.

After the extremely high-splashing white waves receded layer by layer, the figure that had been chained to the Soul Severing Pillar for more than [-] days was finally free and walked slowly on the tide.The torrential rain and violent waves that once ravaged and roared towards her now gave her a path of vacuum where there was no wind and rain, and instead completely drenched Tang Ming's clothes.I don't know if it's the cold, the weakness, or the inability to restrain the fear, but Tang Ming's hand holding the magic conch bird trembled slightly.He clearly realized that the oncoming person was no longer the female Taoist who was locked by him on the soul breaking pillar.

"Heh..." The purple air in the female Taoist master's hand was the excited radiance of the singing fan resonating with the master's true energy.She closed her eyes, as if she was carefully appreciating the long-lost sense of reality, and she even sighed inadvertently with great satisfaction.

"Monster!!" Tang Ming struggled to his feet, supported his broken body with the magic snail bird, and scolded the chaotic soul that had just awakened.

The female Taoist priest slowly opened her eyes when she heard the sound, but Tang Ming was so shocked that he couldn't make any sound.The once clear and firm eyes in her eyes no longer exist.Under the tightly wrinkled sword eyebrows, one eye was as black as ink, as blank as a hollow.The other one turned into a dark golden color, hidden behind the wet hair, scorching and ruthless.

The moment he was stared at by that golden eye, Tang Ming immediately felt a surging killing intent sweeping his whole body.He hastily mobilized all the remaining true qi in the sea of ​​qi, wiped his own blood on the corner of his mouth, and urged the magic conch bird to dispel the lingering nightmare.Who would have thought that the purple light and shadow just flashed suddenly, and the female Taoist priest had already arrived in front of him.

The clear and crisp sound of breaking rang in Tang Ming's ears, and the sharp edges and corners ruthlessly cut across the deep nasolabial folds on his face, leaving a bloody scar across his cheek.Tang Ming glanced sideways, and saw that it was the female Taoist priest who raised and lowered the fan, piercing the giant snail on the staff with the blade of the singing fan and smashing it to pieces.The sting on his face was the fragments of the sharp shell that cut through the flesh of the master in the burst.

But the female Taoist seemed not satisfied with the wanton destruction, and looked at the Ye Mingzhu poked on the front of the fan with her golden eyes, and lazily raised her hand to pull the huge pearl from the tip of the fan, pinching it on the fan. Fingertips fiddled with it.

"No, no!!" Seeing the female Taoist priest smile wickedly, an ominous premonition suddenly struck him.Sure enough, after a muffled sound, the rare pearl, which was stained with blood and had no time to complete the reflection of blood and soul, turned into fine pearl powder, drifted from the female Taoist's fingers and fell into the sea tide.

In an instant, the magic staff passed down from generation to generation by the Tang family was destroyed. Shock and anger once overwhelmed the hatred and fear of this demon.Tang Ming's eyes were bloodshot, he slammed the remaining agarwood stick in his hand and ignited his mortal heart, even if he risked his life, he would die with this demon!

"Demon...monster...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Make him no longer able to resist.

The suffocation made Tang Ming dizzy, and he was still unwilling to give in, so he barely opened his eyes.At this moment, he can only wash away the humiliation of falling into the enemy's hands but unable to break free with his hostile eyes.

In the field of vision, the face of the female Taoist priest has not changed, but her expression is extremely indifferent.In particular, the magic breath emanating from her body has no sense and emotion at all, even chaos and madness.Tang Ming couldn't tell who the person in front of him was, Ye Xiaozhou whose demon soul had been revived, or Ling Feiyi who had escaped into the demonic way.He only knew that there must be two souls ebb and flow in the body of the female Taoist priest.Jin Tong was thirsting for blood, alive.Mo Tong was dying gradually, escaping into nothingness.

At the same time, his own life is coming to an end under the fingertips of the female Taoist priest.In the end, Tang Ming still closed his eyes in anger and despair, all kinds of the past could not be restrained in his mind.Although Tang Xian is not a great talent, he can be trusted with loyalty, filial piety and integrity.Tang He's cunning and unruly inferiority now seems to be nothing more than his love of playing some harmless cleverness.Tang Musheng may not be mediocre and dispensable, but his own brilliance in the rough is covered by too dazzling brilliance.And Tang Muran...

Thinking of the child he valued and cherished the most, Tang Ming's chest throbbed tightly, and the pain went deep into his heart.It was even more painful than the female priest who was about to take his breath and kill his life.

Tang Ming was very annoyed, why did he suddenly become vulnerable when he was dying, and he realized that the few children who always disappointed him in the past were so cute and precious.If he could be given a few more minutes and seconds of life, would he think of more good things.

The sudden nostalgia made it difficult for Tang Ming to die generously, but unfortunately the female Taoist didn't want to give him more rights to live.Tang Ming felt that his consciousness quickly became blurred, and he reached the critical point of life and death in a short while.

Tang Ming was disheartened and prepared to meet the arrival of death, but for some reason, the strength stuck in his throat suddenly disappeared!A large amount of air instantly poured into his dead chest and lungs, making him even more painful at the moment of salvation.

Tang Ming opened his eyes in horror, but saw the female Taoist staring at her left hand in a daze.In the palm of her left hand, a flickering azure blue light flickered slowly.The light was gentle and warm, and it was incompatible with the purple magic breath surrounding the female Taoist priest. It was this light that saved him from the brink of death.

However, Tang Ming's muscles and bones were all broken when he hit the soul breaking pillar, and his true energy was also exhausted when he responded with the blood soul of the magic snail bird for the last time.So at this time, no matter whether it was to give the female Taoist priest a fatal blow when she was in a daze, or to save his own life, he got up and fled in a hurry, Tang Ming couldn't do it.He could only hang helplessly on the sea rock with his last breath.Not to mention fate, even life and death are in the hands of others.

"Uh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"The singing fan Han Feng held tightly in his right hand was comparable to a dagger with a sword sealing his throat.But the blue light in the palm of the left hand is like the fine waves of the East China Sea rippling in the breeze.

Fearing that his fixed gaze would anger this chaotic demon, Tang Ming subconsciously avoided meeting the female Taoist's eyes.The moment Tang Ming lowered his head, he suddenly felt a burst of sadness. He never thought that he was also a person who was "greedy for life and afraid of death".But the reason was that he couldn't tell what he was greedy for, which made him want so much to go back to Chaosheng Palace, to go back and see the children's smiles again.

I don't know how painful it is to be pierced through the body and soul by lightning and thunder again and again, is it also as cold and helpless as being pierced into the skin and flesh by a sharp fan.All Tang Ming's expectations and disappointments were mixed with clear, vague pain and twisted into a deep darkness. In the last ray of light left for him in this world, what he saw was the hasty back of the female Taoist who suddenly became alert and fled in a hurry. .

Am I dead...?

In the darkness, the rustling sounds like rain, like crying, and like whispering.

Still saved...

The pupils felt the stimulation of the light through the eyelids first, and Tang Ming opened his eyes subconsciously, and he really opened them.

"Father!" shouting, the first ones to rush forward were the few ineffective children.

It was a pity not to see their smiles, Tang Ming frowned, thinking in his heart that no matter how bad he was, they were all descendants of the Nairo Tang clan, how decent it was for everyone to cry like this.But the corners of his dry mouth raised unconsciously and with difficulty.

Tang Ming's smile was really not a smile, which made Tang Xian, Tang He and Tang Musheng cry even harder.Tang Ming was extremely helpless and wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't move his body at all, and couldn't make any sound from his throat, so he had to give up resentfully.

Tang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, this is the Chaosheng Palace, no matter what, this life is considered to have survived.Immediately after his death, he thought of something, tried his best to turn his eyeballs to look beyond the three children around the bed with his limited vision and peripheral vision, searching for the figure who was always separated from him.

Tang Muran is not there.

Tang Ming Yuyu closed his eyes, feeling extremely disappointed.

The child still can't understand...

Thinking of this, Tang Ming's heart was shocked, and a thought he had never had before suddenly flooded into his mind, so he corrected himself.

That child... still refuses to forgive... me...

Seeing his father waking up and then falling asleep, Tang Xian and Tang He thought he had passed out again, and he was being called with his clothes torn, and he was beating the bed and crying.Only Tang Musheng looked at the direction his father was looking at just now with tears in his eyes, and turned to Tang Ming and said softly: "Father is seriously injured and his life is hanging by a thread. , Elder Sister also spent a lot of vital energy for her father to heal his wounds. She was also in the room just now, and at this time she was talking to Feiyan Lingzun about Feiyi Senior Sister.

Hearing this, Tang Ming silently opened his eyes and closed them again.Light joy and deep guilt are intertwined to replace the heavy sense of loss.

"I'm sorry, if I could calibrate the position of the Dixuan Realm half a moment earlier, this might not be the case." Tang Muran sat in front of the three trays, focusing on the tray containing the broken magic snail fragments , and Ling Feiyan apologized in a very sincere tone.

"The young priest has done his best, don't blame yourself." Ling Feiyan comforted Tang Muran, and he couldn't help but feel deeply worried.When approaching the real realm of Dixuan, she used the soul-locking spell several times to find Chuyi's position, but it was still a step too late.When she and Tang Muran arrived, the purple demon breath in the Shattered Realm had not completely faded away, and there was no trace of Chu Yi in the world, only Tang Ming was lying alone in a pool of blood unconscious.

Both of them are no strangers to this magic breath.Ling Feiyan felt it in the meridians of the first day of junior high school when they met, and Tang Muran felt it in the afterimage of Ye Xiaozhou when he entered the illusion of the first day of junior high school.But they couldn't imagine how much Tang Ming had harmed the first day of the first day in the Realm of Dixuan and the Illusion of Mind, so that he would force a person with such a tough heart to become evil and finally escape the way of the devil.

However, fate is fate after all, and what Ling Feiyan and Tang Muran were most worried about finally happened.If he hadn't always firmly believed that the first day of the junior high school would never be corrupted by the devil's heart and become a devil, Ling Feiyan wouldn't have stood in the incomplete state for a long time, and his mind was suddenly blank and he couldn't make up his mind.In the end, it was Tang Muran who dragged Ling Feiyan back to Chaosheng Palace on the pretext of asking her to help rescue Tang Ming.

Tang Muran frowned when he saw Ling Feiyan came back from the disabled state, and couldn't help but sighed: "I knew that the high priest would have such a fate, but now, although he is seriously injured, he is still alive. It is Ling Feiyi..."

Hearing the name of the first day of junior high school, Ling Feiyan felt sad again.

Tang Muran couldn't bear Ling Feiyan's distress, and asked cautiously: "Are you embarrassing Ling Feiyi, who has become a demon, and the relationship with her in the past life and this life will also be in vain, is it impossible?"

Ling Feiyan's heart was vibrating, if someone else asked him so straightforwardly, she would definitely not pay attention.But in front of Tang Muran who knows everything, she couldn't hide it after all.She couldn't say the words of shame, so she nodded and accepted the answer.

Tang Muran was well prepared for Ling Feiyan's response, but he remained silent for a moment before speaking: "I always feel that there is still a turning point."

Ling Feiyan frowned and said, "How to turn around?"

Tang Muran said: "Although a person possessed by demons acts insanely, they are still rational enough not to lose control. I have met Ling Feiyi once and have seen her past. Just like you, I also believe that she will not easily become demons." , not to mention a bloodthirsty lunatic. The degree to which she has laid a heavy hand on the high priest is not like being possessed, but more like... losing her mind."

"Frustrated?" Ling Feiyan raised his eyes.

"En." Tang Muran responded, fiddling with the fragments of the magic conch bird in his hand meaningfully, and said leisurely: "Leaving aside that Ling Fei can't kill you at once, I just say that she has a deep-rooted affection for you in two lifetimes. Demon, no matter it turns into Ye Xiaozhou or is still Ling Feiyi, the one who is full of eyes and hearts is not only you, it is too late to find you, how can there be any reason to carry you and run away?"

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The beauty of the West Lake, within three...October days~

Autumn rain is like wine, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant~

Well, I coded a chapter with my mobile phone on the train, please enjoy it first.

I can't thank you grandly for the time being, I will go back and touch the computer and make it up.

I have rented it out for a few days, so the update will be slower.

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