Chapter 167

"Taiwu, you remember Taiwu, you remember Fuyu hilt, but you forgot me."

Sad evening, purple woman holding broken piano, sunset slowly fall behind her.

Bai Yi Tai Wu said bitterly, "Why are you here?"

"Are you not sure?"

"No, I just thought you'd forget me."

"But I can't forget."

Taiwu in white sighed, "you've been chased and killed by Xuannu's predecessors in Guangzhou martial arts contest."

"Yes."

"Are you hurt?"

"It's none of your business."

"Why do you come to me now that we are apart?"

"I want you to stop being Taiwu. I want my an Jingzhi, not Taiwu Jingzhi."

"Don't make trouble."

"You promised me to stay with you forever."

Taiwu in white is speechless and just stares at her deeply.

The woman in purple stepped back and said, "OK, I understand. Taiwu, there's a long way to go. Goodbye in the afterlife."

Put down the piano, put down the love.

Love is broken, string is broken.

The woman fell on the ground and won't get up again this time.

Since that day, Taiwu in white has left the gate of Shixiang and disappeared.

……

Wang Ping'an sat on the bamboo chair, elbows on his thighs, palms clenched, against the forehead of meditation.

Moonlight dot through the bamboo shadow, leakage into the building.

A delicate light spread evenly on the wooden floor in front of his toes.

It's been a month since Bai Zimo was in a coma.

Now people are lying in front of Wang Ping'an, on a narrow bed, looking as usual, but they are unconscious.

Li dingxun said he would be fine, but after all, he didn't come to see for himself.

However, the elders have already given up on this, and Li dingxun's words are more like perfunctory.

Taoists believe him and don't believe him.

I believe it, because Li dingxun is a man with a halo, a halo of God. He never fails. He does everything right. Such a person, no, such an existence, he is above the world. If the world is a shop, then we are all goods on the counter, only this Li dingxun, he is like a shop boy. He could see the fate of the goods at a glance - they were bought away, abandoned, thrown into the warehouse and moldy. He has that power.

Therefore, the Taoist did not believe him.

If the world is a shop, there is absolutely no light. Everyone is shivering in the shadow, and everyone is looking at the sunlight leaking in the crack of the door. However, the only thing that can really accompany each other is dust.

Thank you, Bodhisattva, for he is a lamp.

However, it is also necessary to guard against those who are too powerful. Taoist doesn't believe Li dingxun. He holds a guillotine in his hand. Even if you know that the guillotine won't fall on your head, the fear brought by sharp edge can't be false.

What is the future of the people in the pure land?

In the past 100 years, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

Taoists vaguely realized that a new administrative system was rising in China. It was an organization linked by the pure land and united by the powers of various villages and cities. It was a new thing similar to the imperial court and beyond the imperial court.

Wang Ping'an hates this kind of feeling, and people who practice Taoism all hate such drastic and unnatural evolution.

Today, Li dingxun is an arbiter wandering on the human cluster.

First in the world, second in history.

Wang Ping'an squinted.

People who practice Taoism conform to nature. That's bullshit. Nature is doomed, but human beings are trying to be eternal. It's right for people who practice Taoism to disobey nature.

"No, doing nothing is the right way..." The Taoist murmured.

What can he do?

Wang Ping'an feels like a husband standing outside the delivery room. His anxiety is the same and his expectation is the same. The only difference is that the one lying down is not a puerpera, but a swordsman. However, in terms of probability, it's the same, either live or die

These strange ideas filled the heart of Taoist.

Why did the white ink come to today's stage?

It's the heart sword classic. It's the black jade remnant sword.

Yes, everything starts with them.

When the Taoist looked up, he could see the sword hanging on the wall.

The body is black and the blade is white. The fracture is even. There is a round hole under the fracture. A thin silk goes through and hangs on a tenon.

It seems to feel his eyes, can Jian trembles.

Seeing this instant, Wang Ping'an suddenly felt that his heart beat missed a beat.

"Is it Mo Mo?" He asked incredulously.

Can Jian jumps again.

The Taoist jumped up from the bamboo chair and went forward to catch the sword.

It's warm to start with, and it feels surprisingly good."Mo Mo!"

The remnant sword did not move, as if the soul hidden in it had exhausted.

What to do?

The Taoist injected internal Qi into the sword. The lustrous light overflowed from the silver blade and spread out invisibly, cutting off the bamboo branches outside the building.

Invisible sword Qi is the realm that countless swordsmen dream of. It's easy to achieve it with this remnant sword.

Is the material of sword strange?

The Taoist once again fell into deep thinking, but fortunately he came back to himself.

It's time to save the swordsman, not the curious baby.

Well, the elders of the sect all said that it's like sepsis, but it's not sepsis. Therefore, we can be sure that at least Bai Zimo's consciousness is separated from his body.

So how to contact ink?

It's useless to evoke spirits. I've tried to evoke spirits with anything, but it's useless.

So do you want to take the risk?

Taoism has the method of yin and God coming out of the body. Wang Ping'an knows it, so do you want to have a try and use Yin and God to find out this remnant sword?

It's too dangerous. Wang Ping'an felt numb when he was afraid. Now his hands are numb and electrified.

But Mo can't help it.

Let someone else come?

There are only a few people who cultivate Yin God. Except he is an elder, he can't help.

Well, just try.

……

Once again, Fuxi ran away from home.

She was still worried about the swordsman and wanted to go to Guangdong to find Li dingxun.

These days, the robbers on the road are basically disappeared, so it's very safe to travel. She follows the post station to Guangzhou.

Why not go directly to Lianhua Mountain?

Because there's no money.

She decided to work in Guangzhou to earn a fortune and then go on her way.

Fuxi Xi's cooking skills are not what they used to be. Even simple dishes can have endless aftertaste. When she was a cook in a Juxian restaurant, her business was booming, and the threshold of the restaurant was changed by three pieces.

In July, the scorching sun is like fire, walking on the street, if it is not cloudy, the strong glare can make people coma, not to mention the south is humid, it is really stuffy and hot, like a steamer, everyone is like shrimp dumplings, honest spread, only by the lips and teeth squeeze to make q-bomb sound.

There are many ways to squeeze the lips and teeth here. When the seller meets the buyer, it's squeezing. When the seller and the buyer fight, it's also squeezing. It's hard to say which of the two is more different. Anyway, the amount of sweating is almost the same. So you're also like a bolus of fried milk, sweating as soon as you move

The only thing that can add sauce is herbal tea.

Everyone is drinking herbal tea.

Rich people have ice cellar, then come to ice black plum soup.

In her eyes, the faces of pedestrians on the street melt in the strong light, just like a group of walking barbecues.

At this time, a piece of barbecue fell to the ground.

It's just in front of the restaurant. It's in the sun. No matter whether it's dangerous.

So a few children brought people in, and there was no place to put them. They put them in the corner of the back kitchen for the time being. The air vent near the door, where the white record masters mixed ice drinks, and the temperature was still low.

Fuxi looked down at the man in white.

He's not suffering from heatstroke. He's in a coma.