Immortal Voices Chapter 895: Leave cents
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It is a monk who prays for the Dao of Heaven, and his cultivation has reached the stage of ascendance.
Golden Immortal Dzogchen.
It is said that the monks at this level can't humblely ask for God's way. They themselves are authority and power, and they can take whatever they want.
It happened that the male cultivator humbled himself into the mud.
Rong Xian was still thinking when he arrived, could this person have any unspeakable hobbies?
For example, like the little fat man of God Ningdi, he likes to go to heaven or something.
Thinking of this, the smile on Rong Xian's face suddenly disappeared.
At present, she seems to be acting as an agent of Heaven.
In other words, she may be coveted.
Without waiting for Rong Xian to think about it, her gaze fell on the young monk sitting on the top of the mountain.
The monk is very handsome, his eyebrows are cold and noble, like a cloud exorcist, his temperament is cold, with a high level of ice and jade.
Seems to sense someone coming, and he opened his eyes.
Clearly, the whole body is cold, but when he opens his eyes, it makes people seem to see the branches of apricot blossoms in the spring, the girls are throbbing beautifully, and they seem to see young children who are learning to talk, supporting each other to see the sea. My wife...
Rong Xian said in astonishment: "You are in love."
The monk nodded slightly and said: "I am a sentient Taoist master."
The moment he calmly appeared, Rong Xian sensed the power of heaven on Rong Xian's body.
Rong Xian sat casually beside him, resting her cheek in one hand and asked curiously: "What do you want?"
The monk sighed and said helplessly: "I have practiced the Tao of Affection in my life, and even become a master of the Tao of Affection. I have tasted love, hatred and hatred, but I have never felt what it is like to love someone. "
He flicked a small sword on his wrist. The small sword was small and exquisite, exuding mysterious aura fluctuations.
The monk stared at Xiaojian in a daze and said, "In order to be able to taste the taste of loving someone, and to be fully sentimental, it took me 50,000 years to develop the mortal script into three thousand small worlds and accommodate it in this one. In a magic weapon."
Rong Xian listened in his spare time. Unexpectedly, the monk said with a sullen expression: "I seal the memory of the reincarnation small world, and set myself as an ordinary person who died unexpectedly and got the chance. When I travel through the world, I can know the world's direction in advance. . Even the girls I admire are placed next to the reincarnated me."
Speaking of this, the monk's face was blue and white: "I was reincarnated into the world with my fiancé, but I disliked my fiancé for clinging to others and dumped her. In the second world, there was a girl who liked me and chased me. I thought It's a matter of course, but I think that the girl must be so courteous that it must be a conspiracy to harm me. There is a childhood sweetheart who grew up in the third world, and I was stunned that it was my sister who married him out by herself."
"In the fourth world, I am the emperor, and there is only one queen in the harem. The queen is my cousin. It stands to reason that I can cultivate a good relationship. Who knows that I will treat her as a subordinate for a lifetime. I have become a famous emperor. She became the first female officer."
The corners of the monk’s mouth twitched: "I learned my lesson in the fifth world. Before sealing the memory, I found a married identity. Who knows that after I passed, I devoted myself to national construction and adopted an entire orphanage. My child, let my wife be the dean’s mother, she can’t bear to divorce me."
Listening to the monk talking about the tragedies of the world, Rong Xian gradually began to sympathize.
How miserable it is, it's really single by strength.
When the monk finished talking about the three thousand worlds he reincarnated, he couldn't help but feel sad: "Three thousand small worlds, I have never succeeded in talking about love."
"Later, I became angry and turned the time back. I thought that after the reincarnated me had the memory of my previous life, I would get along well with the girls who missed it. Who knows..."
The monk sucked his nose, and the cold temperament before was completely absent: "Who knows that after reincarnated, I wholeheartedly pounced on the construction of the country and the abuse of scum, and occasionally salted fish to raise children, and singled out Three Thousand Worlds again."
Rong Xian: This is really #闻着伤心听者落泪#.
Is this person insulated from peach blossom luck?
No, it's not the reason for fate, it's because there are too many sorrows, and I did it myself.
Rong Xian waited for the monk to calm down, then coughed lightly, "I don't know how you call your Excellency?"
The monk sighed, now it’s like a cloud exorcism again: "Stay immortal."
The most important thing is that the world can't keep it, and the fairy bones pave the fairy road.
If you want to become immortal, you should be prepared for the bones under your feet.
I was ready to stay, but I didn't expect to overturn the car in my own hands.
He was silent for a while, and then he said to sue: "I would like to taste love, and complete the sentimental way."
It's not clear whether he wanted to experience love because of seeking the way, or because he wanted to be obsessed with love.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Now he just wants to fulfill what he wants in his heart.
Seeing that he had settled down and watched, Rong Xian stood up and flipped his palms. The traces of fate all over his body formed a large net, covering the entire Middle Thousand Realms.
She found the line of fate that corresponds to the immortality, and after careful observation, she said: "It is enough for you to cultivate the Tao of Emotion to the present. The Tao of Love is the threshold and Calamity. Once you truly understand the way of love and the path of affection is complete, you will most likely be martyred."
Liu Xian sat up abruptly, with crazy obsessions, and said: "Seeking the way of the way, you can't tolerate mistakes."
This attitude is plain and clear.
He looked at Rong Xian, his expression changed, and his face was gentle and said: "It doesn't matter if I am martyred. Everything I have is given by the heaven. When I die, I will feed back my strength to the heaven."
The expression and tone, like a whisper in the ear of a lover, is very intimate.
Rong Xian's eyes were cold, and when he was about to scold this guy for being careful, he heard Liuxian continue to say: "I have no father and no mother. If I really want to die, I should also be filial to the heavens." /
Rong Xian's expression stagnated. She seemed to have heard something offensive to her just now.
filial piety? !
Rong Xian's dark phoenix eyes stared straight at Liuxian, eyes full of reluctance.
She doesn't want such a young son.
Liu Xian said sincerely: "My lord, this is my lifelong wish, I beg your permission."
Rong Xian was reluctant, but still agreed.
This person seems to be obsessed with obsession, and if he doesn't agree, he is afraid that something will happen.
Rong Xian said in a deep voice: "I should answer you."
She stretched out her hand to grab Liuxian, and a light red silk thread fell into her hand.
"This is the love thread, I will lead your love thread on me. What you taste is the hardest thing in love, are you willing?" Rong Xian did not hide the slightest bit, and explained the matter carefully.
Liuxian has no objection at all: "I wish."
If you can't please, as long as you can understand what love is like, the result is not important.
Furthermore, he glanced at Rong Xian secretly, thinking that if he talked with Heavenly Dao and said that his love would bear fruit, he wouldn't be able to make it through.
There is always the illusion of messing with the old father/old mother.
As soon as Rong Xian gathered her hands, she closed Qingsi away.
She said lightly: "You can do your thing. If you resolve the regrets in this life, go to reincarnation. After reincarnation, everything should be as you wish."
Liu Xian's face was joyful, and she stood up and bowed to Rong Xian: "Thank you for your mercy."
He thought for a while, handed the small sword in his hand to Rong Xian, and said with some embarrassment: "I hope you don't dislike it. This is my portable magic weapon. I will give it to you to play."
He has got what he wanted, and the Three Thousand Worlds don't need it anymore.
If Master Tiandao likes it, he can also go in and play.
Seeing Rong Xian took the small sword, Liu Xian turned and disappeared on the top of the mountain.
The cold wind was blowing, and only Rong Xian was left on this extremely high mountain.
She opened her hand to stare at the love thread in her hand, chuckled, and said: "It turns out that I haven't killed him after fifteen thousand years. In addition to hatred, there are promises to obstruct him."
He couldn’t die before he had tasted love. If she used to induce ambiguity in the seemingly non-existent, it was not a simple evil taste and use, and the entanglement in it played a role and guided some of her behavior.
Interesting, it's so interesting.
She patted Xiaojin's head lightly, handed the small sword to it and said, "Give it to Huang'er. He wants to create an immortal dynasty. It must be useful."
At least innocent subordinates have a place to pick.
Little Jin opened his mouth and swallowed the small sword, which turned into streamer and disappeared.
After watching Xiaojin disappear, Rong Xian sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
In a short while, the heavy snow went down here, concealing all traces.