Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 1223: Under the wind, Man Wu Qingge (Part 2)
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Since Zhang Fan returned to Dharma Idol Sect and returned to the former dojo Dongyang Peak, a bizarre scene appeared in Dharma Idol Sect.
No matter when, whether it is sunrise in the east or sunset in the evening, as seen in Dharma Idol Sect, Dongyang Peak always suspends a round of red sun, which will remain unchanged.
During this round of Dongyang Peak Red Sun, from time to time there is also a three-legged bird with golden feathers dancing. Whenever the red sun seems to be alive, licking the golden flame out, letting go Shine.
The Dharma Idol Sect disciple of the bird is known, but it is the monster bird that Donghua Daojun has brought with him since the Qi training period. Ordinary Nascent Soul real people are not enough to flap their wings, and naturally they dare not read more, for fear that they will anger this little ancestor who has eaten and hanged and there is no place to complain.
Traveling in a hurry, the Dharma Idol Sect disciples were turned around by sudden orders from sect. Even if they passed by occasionally, they could only look at Dongyang Feng from afar to show their admiration, and then they were taken by Donghua Daojun. Revenue disciple Careful tuning and other daydreams, and nothing more.
Therefore, no one was close, and no one could hear it. At this time, the fluttering fairy music from Dongyang Peak.
A pipe of flute, passing through the sparse woodland, attracting branches and leaves and singing; swaying through the waves of the lake, causing ripples; unable to cross the prosperous and prosperous, infiltrating the melting mist, and finally turning back, like a tired bird returning to the forest , Lingering in a suppressed courtyard.
The carved stone is the table, and the carved wood is the chair.
In a place where Fang Qingya doesn’t look like a human being, a white shadow dances with the sound of a clear flute.
"Kouhua~"
A white practise, like the silver snake of the mountain dance, resembles a jade dragon rising from the land, and suddenly burst out of the air, winding around an old tree on the top of Dongyang Peak.
Following this, an incomparably soft and incomprehensible figure followed Bai Lianfeitian, using the power of the old tree to turn around lightly and slowly falling from the sky.
But see, the gauze mist, surrounded by ribbons, is like a fairy in the sky, dancing to the Milky Way, lowering the dust.
With the sound of laughter, the light and delicate body fell, the jade feet shone with crystal light, as if the finest jade carvings, and the play of the good jade house for generations, can be comparable to the brilliance.
At the place where the jade foot fell, a crystal-white lotus bloomed proudly. On each petal, there was pearl-like dew rolling, full of solidified beauty and vitality.
One point, one condensation, beautiful like jade, dancing on the white tent:
One volume, one comfort, Bai Lian exhausted and Chang Hong appeared, a touch of frost and cold.
The feminine light dance is very naturally transformed into a sword dance, and it is both firm and soft, pleasing to the eyes.
Looking at this beautiful woman's dance is like being in a flower garden in the spring and summer. You can't help being dazzled, but you can't help but miss your eyes with your eyes wide open.
After hearing the clear sound of hole flute and feeling the barrier of tearing down the hole and crying, the whole person was sunk or soothed in fairy music, or in a fervent situation, forgetting the dust and worries. ##笔趣阁m看小说必去##
The beautiful women's jade feet are like snow, and they can't tell the color of the city, since they are Zhang Fan dao companion, the default Illusory Demon Way next generation Sect Master one by one Xi Ruo!
As for the master of the flute sound, as long as she follows the flute sound, it is not difficult to see a petite and exquisite woman sitting on the futon, her hands are fair, and she gently presses the jade flute.
Her hair like a waterfall is as dark as ink, straight and smooth, falling straight, and the slightly scattered bangs can't hide a purple orchid.
It's like the empty valley and the quiet orchid, the demeanor and independent temperament.
In addition to the two people, this small courtyard on Dongyang Peak was originally dedicated to Zhang Fan grandpa’s nurturing. Only the grandfather himself laughed happily, clapping and clapping with the old man, Zhang Fan prides himself. Drinking eyes is full of warmth.
There is no outsider.
The flute in this song dances gracefully, and I don’t know how long it lasts. The dancer is tireless, and the flute player enjoys it. People who appreciate Zhang Fan, etc., hate it for so long.
"Brush one"
Suddenly, Bai Lianwukong, layer upon layer, densely packed, there is a beautiful woman, tapping the lotus platform with one foot, and the body spun quickly.
In a flash of time, dreams, dreams, intoxication, like a goddess, blooming boundless beauty, even prosperous near and far, high and low colorful clouds, fish in the lake, flying birds under the forest, they all feel ashamed.
The beauty of beauty is nothing better than that.
At this most magnificent and most intense time, the lingering, seemingly inexhaustible hole and flute came to an abrupt end, replaced by a song as stunning as the yellow warbler coming out of the valley.
Xi Ruo dances to the extreme beauty, Waner sings the sound of peerlessness... The two temperaments are very different, very different, but the only beautiful woman in the world, jointly interpreted the most beautiful scene in the world.
Don't wait until the dance is over, Zhang Fan and others will look at the prosperous forest, the mirror lake and the colorful clouds, but they suddenly feel a little less color, and there is no dynamic charm in between.
One dance and one song, so that the natural magnificence loses its color, this cooperation between Xi Ruo and Waner is peerless.
"Okay, so good!"
The old man "ha ha" smiled, stroking the head of Cheng Huan's little granddaughter under his knees, smiling with one hand, his face full of kindness, all satisfied.
"Grandpa said yes, you jumped so well." Youyou didn't care about Zhengyi snuggling her grandfather, she jumped three feet high, and when she spoke, she seemed to feel something wrong again. Tao: "The song of Er Niang also sings beautifully, and you need to teach you how to do it."
Among the three people, only Zhang Fan laughed and did not speak, and got up to meet the second daughter, each handing over a Jinpa, with tender tenderness in their eyes, saying in their mouth: "It is hard!"
I don’t know if it’s the hard work of singing and dancing that is not in this world, or the waiting of hundreds of years makes people heartbroken... This is so gentle. Among the countless people who have met in these hundreds of years, only his few Loved ones can enjoy. ##
At this moment, in front of these people, the man in front of him seems not to be the Donghua Daojun who stirred the Nine Provinces, and the first person to come up later, but just a husband, father, grandson...Xi Ruo and Wan The two men's faces and foreheads were covered with crystal-like sweat, and the sky above them was also misty. Although they were full of smiles, they could hardly hide their fatigue.
Xi Ruo is a Nascent Soul cultivation base, and Wan'er is not a mortal woman. She dances and sings, which is not the case.
If it were not so, it wouldn’t be invisible and rare and amazing!
They all exhausted their imagination before they burst out with the brilliance of the world. This has nothing to do with the technique, but is the interpretation of essence, qi and spirit, which exerts the ultimate natural beauty.
In the face of the Jinpa handed over by Zhang Fan, Waner took it by the way, and Xi Ruo stayed motionless, holding his head slightly, as if waiting for something.
The smile is smart and sly, similar to the yoyo under the knee of the grandfather Cheng Huan, and falls in the eyes of Zhang Fan, but it is the common smile of the little demon girl when she first saw it in Valley of No Return hundreds of years ago.
He shook his head and smiled. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped it on the Xi Ruo's clean forehead. At the same time, he did not forget to retrieve Jinpa from Waner's hand. He did the same thing, but he was unbiased, a bowl of water. level.
As for this, Xi Ruo just glanced at him scornfully, and then as if he couldn't see it, closed eyes enjoyed this rare tenderness.
The only one who can see this scene with his own eyes is old man and Youyou.
At the same time, the young and old flashed in splendor. In the **** and white eyes, the eyes are spinning round and round, looking at this one, it seems to be thinking about something.
The old man is much simpler, and he smiles with caressing, and can’t wait to clap and shout: "Waer is good!"
Of course, it's just a matter of thinking, otherwise the new generation of demon girl beside him will let him go, but he must pull his beard.
"Good skills, good skills, I'm not sure, but I can add another grandchild to the old man."
The old man's heart was full of joy, and he couldn't help having such a thought.
In truth, his old man is really satisfied now.
Can you not be satisfied?
Especially one month ago, Zhang Fan returned to Dharma Idol Sect with the turbulent momentum of the world, and then said the first sentence when he was alone with him.
The scene of that day, still staying in the mind of the old man for a long time.
At that time, Zhang Fan "banged" and knelt in front of him, looked up and said, "Grandpa, grandchildren did it!"
"Done!"
The simple three words, as if with some indescribable charm, brought the grandfather back hundreds of years at a time, he was upset, and he swelled in his chest, The day of sending grandchildren to Dharma Idol Sect.
That day, outside the Inheritance Hall, the old man touched the head of the young Zhang Fan and said kindly: "Grandpa has no skill in his life and no big ambitions, only one wish."
"My descendants of Zhang Yuantu can produce a big cultivator, don't let people despise it."
No one knows that after leaving Zhang Fan in Dharma Idol Sect that day, the old man shed tears all the way back to his home; no one knows that when he first went out for adventure in Zhang Fan, when he went to Valley of No Return, the old man looked forward to the terrified thoughts: No one knows, whenever an outsider proudly and proudly tells the story of grandchildren, and whenever he listens to grandchildren's own stories about their experiences, the smile and anxiety that can't be concealed under the smile on the old man's face; no one knows...only the old man Clear yourself!
In the hundreds of years and countless days, the encounters and grudges of the past years fade away, and every time I dream back at midnight, the old man regrets that sentence.
"I Zhang Yuantu don’t want to have a grand cultivator grandson, I just want a grand grandchild..."
This sentence, even if it flashed countless times in my mind, never came to the mouth, but never spoke to people.
He is afraid of causing gimmicks, and fearing that the grandchildren who are becoming more and more noble will cause trouble.
The old man can only smile kindly, hiding all his fears and regrets, and play the role of a great grandpa cultivator.
All of this has been backlogged in the heart, and no venting is allowed, until Zhang Fan kneels in front of him, as usual, the face is full of sunshine, a word, a word, said with emotion:
"Grandpa, grandchildren did it!"
In a word, the old tears couldn't help but cry, and wept.
Grand Sun Jingri talked long, Zhang Fan said one by one, one by one, there is a past, a present, a future, even if it is a candle, even if it is Xi Ruo and others, there is no one like the old man, after listening to all the plans of Zhang Fan .
Unexpectedly, it seems that the old tears of that day have shed all their worries. When I heard that Zhang Fan is about to do a good job, the father has no fear in his heart, but pride and pride!
"This is my baby in Zhang family, and my bloodstream is Zhang Yuantu!"
Sufficient!
The old man is satisfied!
His dream was just another big cultivator from Zhang family. Don’t be looked down upon. The big cultivator in his mind, just like his old man, Foundation Establishment Great Perfection, Core Formation is just one step away.
No matter how far away, the old man dare not even think about it.
As a result, Zhang Fan climbed step by step, giving him a surprise every time, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation... to the point of being almost invincible today.
At this time, Zhang Fan seemed to feel that it was worthy of the old man's expectations, and only then had the previous scene.
In the past hundreds of years, looks at Zhang Fan has stepped beyond his imagination step by step. The old man was worried on the 1st and was still afraid, because every time, his grandson seemed to be confronting a stronger and more terrifying enemy. The enemy seemed to be on the verge of life and death at any time, letting him hang one heart all the time.
To this day, Zhang Fan has finally reached a peak, as if to flood the flood, the father's heart filled with centuries of fear, and finally swept away.
"Satisfied!"
The old man is very content, his eyes dizzy and dizzy, looks at Zhang Fan wipes the sweat for Xi Ruo and Waner, while not forgetting to pull the bouncing yoyo around.
Kneading the hair of her great-grandson’s daughter, looks at behaves like a little girl who doesn’t grow up. She is still a little worried after spoiling: "How can this be good, it’s not easy to marry~~Who dares to marry a nick~"
Now Zhang Fan is no longer necessary for him to worry about. After the talks on that day, the confidence of the grandfather in his grandchildren has reached an unprecedented level. Properly, the old man’s many concerns about the grandchildren can’t help but turn to Yoyo's body.
When I thought about it, the old man was relieved again: "I am not afraid, I can afford to wait for the old man, wait for this girl to grow up, it is a great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great...
Children and grandchildren, endless too!
The old man thought of the happy place, his eyes almost squinted out of sight.
The old man has taken Wan Zaiqing for a long time, and can live side by side with Zhang Fan. As long as he feels at ease, he will not be in danger. When he sees his fantasy day, it is really not impossible.
Just when his old man was immersed in fantasy and his face was full of happiness and kind smile, Zhang Fan already had one hand, and it was difficult to find the jade hand that was comparable to it in the world. seat.
"Okay, you young people have fun, the old man goes to make up, and I have a few months tonight to enjoy the moon and taste tea~~"
The old man stood up with a smile on his face, waved his hand and refused to take a long walk, and returned home with a smile on his face.
After such a month, I stayed with the children every day, and the old man was a little quiet and thoughtful, and began to meet his old friends again. As for how many of them are showing off their children and grandchildren outside of the moon tasting tea, that is not enough for outsiders.
Anyway~IndoMTL.com~ When it comes to "fighting grandchildren", no one can beat his old man. He is not afraid of fear, and he is firmly in an invincible position.
After watching the grandfather leave, Yoyo is finally liberated, and jumps to Zhang Fan and Xi Ruo Waner beside them, the eyes are full of cunning, look at this, look at that, it seems to be thinking about what.
Zhang Fan smiled, waved, and said: "It's almost time, you go, welcome you, Brother Longyun and Senior Senior Brother Tong come in!"
"It's almost time."
As soon as this statement came out, there was a slight change in the look of Xi Ruo and Waner.
PS:
The two chapters today are four thousand words, and the three chapters are counted.
This is in good condition, and I have written Chapter 3, but... I didn’t dare to send a knife to the hospital tomorrow, and I felt awkward in my heart, but I still kept some manuscripts to ensure that the stability is better than one, not counting the number of words , Pan Dongliu. (To be continued)