Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 993: The dream of the wind, the mission of 3 sentences

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The back is straight, the high school is free and easy. m Free Internet Novel Expert)) is Ren Tingqian's blossoming flowers and flowers, looking at the heavenly clouds and the cloud-like temperament.

From the back, it looks like a middle-aged man.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Fan strongly supported his elbows and asked hoarsely.

Here, unlike the long river of gold and silver, there is no infinite amount of spirit qi to absorb. It is not so easy to recover from a serious injury.

There was a voice in his mouth, and his mind was turning around all the time, all the possibilities flashed, and later, it seemed that there was only one of the most unlikely possibilities.

"Lu Yu?"

Zhang Fan frowned, and then shook his head again, denying this guess.

Which character is the Old Man of Great Compassion? Is it clear whether Lu Yuan, the Yuanshen who merged underground with Zifu consciousness? It is impossible!

So, this one...

After Zhang Fan asked the exit, the other party's not at all answered immediately, but continued to turn his back to him and waved his sleeves.

"Wow~"

It seems that the Milky Way is pouring, and the boundless spirit qi poured out, pouring into the body of Zhang Fan in between.

It doesn’t move even for a single flick. The whole body's injuries were recovered, that is, a small loss of consciousness, mental fatigue, and exhaustion of mental energy, and under the inexplicable force, all supplements.

If anyone sees this scene at this moment, I'm afraid it will feel like time has been reversed in Zhang Fan, and everything is restored to before World War I.

Zhang Fan is self-evident, this is not a backward time, but...

"Lu Yu?!"

Zhang Fan stood up suddenly, staring at the back of the man, frowning into a word "chuan".

At the moment of his take action, the tremendous momentum of the mountain depression, Zhang Fan had just experienced it not long ago.

The Land Fairy fleshly body!

With a fleshly body alone, it is more powerful than the expert of the corpse abandoning the Taoist. When I first saw it, I was shocked by Zhang Fan.

He just experienced a similar power on this back.

"No, not right."

After careful discrimination, Zhang Fan rejected the previous conclusion.

This power is powerful, but it is different in nature. It is not as dominant as the true land immortals. It seems that the world is just a stage, all beings are just chess pieces, and he is a detached chess player. At the mercy.

This kind of inhuman domineering. The arrogance that always stands on the ground and looks down, is different from the middle-aged man in front.

The power of this person is as windy as it is irresistible. The not at all's overbearing domineering behavior is subject to his control.

At this time, the master of the back figure finally turned slowly and faced Zhang Fan.

Qing Jun's middle-aged man, chic, like a game world, blowing the whole world like a wind, wishing never to stop.

At first sight, from temperament to demeanor, he seems to be telling something. He can bring people into a mysterious realm, and he can’t wait to drift away, walking every inch of the world.

Zhang Fan almost got out of his spirits before getting out of this mood.

He understands in his heart that this is not any divine ability, nor the control of consciousness, but the strength of the spirit itself. All the time telling his dreams in all directions.

It's a dream!

As soon as he saw his face, Zhang Fan understood everything, his identity, his wishes, his loss...

Everything is extremely natural.

The appearance of this person is exactly the same as the land fairy fleshly body seen outside, no matter the distance between the eyebrows or the length of the person, it is definitely the face of the same person.

However, Zhang Fan knows that this is definitely not the same person.

When he was about to speak, a middle-aged man who looked like a real fairy on land, smiled gently, as if he could see what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Lu Feng!"

"...My name is Lu Feng... Lu Feng... Lu Feng..."

In the boundless openness, the word "Landwind" echoed thousands of times, as if to tell everyone in the world.

Zhang Fan smiled, saw his look, swallowed back what was originally intended, and turned to smile: "Good name!"

After clearly introducing myself, Lu Feng’s handsome face is full of expectation, waiting for approval, especially the identification of the name, as if it has other meanings.

Combined with the previous judgment, the thought of Zhang Fan changed. He came to understand it, and then said this.

"Do you also feel okay?"

"I picked it up myself!"

Lu Feng’s face is full of smiles that are fascinating to the world’s women. The eyes and the smiles are all pure colors, just like the children who are not dyed mortal world dust.

"I want to be like the wind, freely, and reach all parts of the world...

Blow every flower, when you can smell the fragrance of the world;

Flicking each leaf, picking up the yellow and replacing it with a new green, when Nengming will die, die, and reincarnate;

After each stream, follow them straight into the sea, when you can see the most boundless vastness in the world;

Take each cloud, lie on it, and reach out to reach the stars, the sun, and the moon, when you can hear the sound of heaven and earth;

......

Beside everyone, take a turn and listen to their voices, when they can understand what it means to be sick, sick and old. "

"You said. Is this my dream good?"

Lu Feng still smiled purely, with only the desire for identity in his eyes, and nothing else.

"Very good!"

Zhang Fan nodded and spit out two words sincerely, trying to say more, but unable to, as if something was blocked in his heart.

"Very good, you are fine."

Lu Feng laughed for a long time, in the laughter, there was loneliness, loneliness, unwillingness...with joy, joy, excitement...

For a while, he sighed faintly. Tao: "I think you guessed who I am?"

Zhang Fan nodded hard.

"I am just a shadow, a little thought, a messenger, an improper existence... something..."

Lu Feng's voice fell down, but he didn't stop. He kept saying sentence by sentence.

"The purpose of my existence is to say three sentences...

"The first sentence: You are very good, enough to pass me the mantle;

Second sentence: You have not won, maybe I won;

The third sentence, people are not as good as heaven! "

"This is my mission, isn't it funny?"

Lu Feng laughed himself, there was self-deprecation and sorrow, and he did not change purity.

His existence, Zhang Fan really knows.

This person Lu Feng is just a little consciousness, a little thought, a "life" that exists for those three sentences.

The three sentences of the land true fairy Lu Yu, the meaning of which, Zhang Fan also somewhat understand.

The first sentence is praise, and it’s also a land immortal. In order to prevent failure, it is considered to have left a mantle. After all, the luck was cut off. Error;

The second sentence is dissatisfaction, faith, the return of a primordial spirit, regaining fleshly body, and resurrecting the faith in the world;

The third sentence is either emotion, sentiment, or an unknown hunch. At the last moment, Lu Yu may have foreseen his failure before leaving such a sentence.

At this time. Zhang Fan has unlimited admiration for Lu Yu, who can always leave a trace of vitality in the mortal situation after countless years of conspiracy; there is sadness for Lu Feng's "three-sentence mission", especially the dream of comparing his wind, this Sorrow is more like substance, which can drown people's hearts.

Silent for a long time, Zhang Fan slowly raised his head, looking at the windy and chic, but even the mission of existence seemed extremely ridiculous land wind, solemnly said: "Land wind, you are not now."

Headless and tailless, people don't know what they mean, but listening to his ears, Lu Feng's face is filled with a smile, and he gets a smile like a confidant.

"I am indeed not my old one."

"Now that I have a name and a dream, I am no longer the consciousness who only knows to repeat three sentences."

Luan Feng's arms were wide, and he wanted to go away from the wind, and went straight for nine days.

Zhang Fan wants to come, if you come tens of thousands of years ago, you may not see the pure smile that is not in this world, some are just a phantom like a machine, repeating those three sentences tirelessly, this is its The meaning of existence.

Time is cruel, but sometimes, time can also make people hopeful.

Just right now!

"Do you want to know what Lu Yu left?"

Lu Feng blinked and asked with a smile.

"I don’t know."

"Look at it and see."

Lu Feng smiled softly, reaching out to draw a circle, as if the clouds turned into the sun, a misty room reflected a blood-red room.

The room is not too big or too small.

The walls are as bright as blood, and they tremble gently every once in a while, like...the heart beats.

"Ventricular!"

"The essence of the fleshly body of the land fairy!"

There is also the purpose of Zhang Fan!

Looking at him, several things came into view.

A bronze cauldron, with Shen Ning suppressing the luck of the world, standing on the ground quietly, as if holding everything;

A white jade bottle, suspended in the air, through the translucent bottle body, a cluster of milky white, semi-gaseous and half-liquid things are rolling and boiling;

A dazzling red light seems to be an earthworm, and like a roaming dragon that has been shrunk countless times, Youzaiyouzai hides boundless tyranny;

A gray gas, only the size of an adult’s fist, is so quietly suspended in the air, it feels as if the eyes should be swallowed by it, and it is obviously a light gas, giving a look and feel, but like a face The mountain has a different kind of heavy.

Four things are all!

"Lu Feng~IndoMTL.com~ Is this what Lu Yu left for me?"

"This is the so-called mantle?"

Zhang Fan asked puzzled.

Lu Feng blinked again, intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled gently: "It's for you."

"You guys?"

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, understood it, and nodded gratefully to the landing wind.

"You will enter the earliest, but you can only choose the same. After the selection, everyone will come in, and later..."

Speaking of this, Lu Feng stopped, and his eyes seemed to move a little, but for most of the time, he stayed on that small group of fist-sized gray misty gas.

Zhang Fan's gaze also converged on it.

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