Sundering Nature Chapter 111: Plan (subscription required)
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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven Plan
Xing Jian stood outside Bingshuai's villa, looking at the oncoming man intricately, shameless and extremely obscene, with her holy rank, she almost couldn't resist directly blasting him into scum.
"If this is your way of hospitality, I turn around and leave." Xingjian took a deep breath and spoke lightly.
Guo Xiang paused in his frivolous footsteps, and suddenly realized his gaffe under his crotch, and laughed.
"Life needs to be magnanimous, why bother to think about appearances?" Guo Xiang chanted a poem with pride, unnaturally pushed forward under his crotch, and shook his head and moved on.
"Humph!" With a cold snort, Guo Xiang felt the cold wind blow, and his back was cold, but the beautiful woman in front of him had cold eyebrows, and the charming charm made him fascinated. He licked his dry lips, Guo Xiang Desire/fire burning.
"The child is not sensible, but it made Miss Wang laugh." A majestic voice sounded from behind Guo Xiang.
Guo Xiang turned around quickly, he was there? An annoyance flashed in Guo Xiang's eyes. He knew this man. Although he didn't know his identity, he had always lived in his house. The old man was extremely respectful to him, just like his own father.
"Don't retreat yet." Bingshuai looked at Guo Xiang coldly, his tone beyond doubt.
"Yes." Guo Xiang nodded, looked at the star again unwillingly, and walked away in annoyance, the bulging part of the hip quickly dried up.
"What do you keep?" Xing Jian resisted the anger in her heart. If it weren't for this visit, she would have turned around and left.
"A junior of the agent, just laughed, please come inside." Bingshuai smiled freely, and the haze of the past few days has not been seen at all, and he calmly invited the stars into the house.
Sitting in the living room, Ying Mei respectfully served tea, and stood quietly aside, but his eyes were peeking at the stars. Is this the woman who is as famous as Bingshuai?
"It was our agreement ten years ago to not interfere with each other." Tea was offered, and Bingshuai was straight to the point.
"The agreement didn't say that we can't communicate with each other, right?" Xing Jian picked up the exquisite crystal glass, took a sip, and had recovered his former calmness.
"Miss Wang came here today, just to greet?" Bing Shuai's tone was equally flat.
"What do you think?" Feeling the fragrance of green tea, Xing Jian didn't drink it, but gently put the crystal cup back to its original place.
"Don't like this tea?"
"Drinking tea, you should still use a teacup." The star glanced at the shadowy ghost standing beside him without a trace.
"I'll change it right away." Yingmei understood, immediately took off the crystal glass and left the living room.
"Is this you wanting to participate?" Ying Mei left, Bingshuai no longer covered up. At their level, all kindness is unnecessary.
"It depends on which one you are referring to." Xingjian's words showed no trace.
"You know what I have been doing."
"Oh? Is there any progress?"
"I don't have one, but another group of people do." Bingshuai stared directly at Xing Jian, wanting to see something in the other person's eyes.
"Trust me so?" Xingjian smiled lightly and touched his willow eyebrows gracefully.
Not her! With a look, Bing Shuai is sure.
"I am upstairs and downstairs, and now I live with two people." After a little thought, Bing Shuai made a decision, and pulled Xing into the water. A Li Huaibei, nothing to worry about. The truly terrifying thing is the person who has been hiding behind him. If he is really guessing, he has no chance of winning, but he has to add this Wang Liping, you can
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While Wang Liping suddenly came to the door today, she should have noticed something. Instead of letting her spy on the outside, it is better to pull in the group directly, believing that the rewards are generous, and the other party cannot be unmoved.
Xing Jian did not speak, just listened quietly, but raised the twelve spirits in my heart, and came here today for this adventure.
"The one upstairs, the cause and effect of heaven has reached seven floors. The one downstairs has Taoism." Bingshuai said here, paused slightly, observing the reaction of Xingjian, living up to expectations, Xingjian's pupils shrank. , Although tried to conceal, the moment of astonishment did not escape Bing Shuai's eyes. Seven levels of cause and effect, the final result is almost certain, and no one can refuse this temptation.
What Bingshuai didn't know was that it was the one downstairs who stunned Xing.
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The sharp brake sound penetrated the silent night sky, and Li Huaibei looked at Li Yiming in the co-pilot in shock.
"Are you sure, the clerk?"
"Fu Bo is an internet writer, he has a book called "The Eastern Tribulation"..."
"I've watched "The Tribulation of the East"." Li Huaibei suddenly interrupted Li Yiming. If he hadn't watched "The Tribulation of the East", he wouldn't be anxious to find Mr. Kong to verify.
"Have you seen it? So are you?"
"Holy steps have a method of holy steps, but it consumes a lot of money, unlike you." Li Huaibei glanced weakly at Li Yiming, and confirmed Li Yiming's identity again.
"Well, let's not talk about "East Journey", Fu Bo also wrote a book."
"More?"
"Yes, it's just not published yet. It's called "Beyond the Vientiane". It's me..." Li Yiming said here, recalling what he saw in his mind, still feeling horrified.
"Write about you?"
"Yes, everything about me, all my experiences after becoming a protector, including the secret realm of Taoyuan you let me see, and everything I experienced in the secret realm."
Li Huaibei was lost in thought. It is impossible for a third person to know this matter. The law of heaven is restricted. Even if Li Yiming wants to tell others, the listener will not hear anything at all.
The clerk...Record the truth of history...
Li Huaibei quickly analyzed the main points. First, this clerk was what Xingjian asked him to investigate in Hangzhou, but it is about the clerk. Do you have to reply to Xingjian?
Secondly, there is the truth about Li Yiming, otherwise the clerk would not record it for no reason...
"Also, there will always be a secret realm around Fu Bo, a small secret realm." Li Yiming saw Li Huaibei not speaking, and then said his doubts.
"That is not a small secret realm, but a law secret realm. The clerk records the truth of the heavenly way, but the heavenly way... does not want all the truth to be published to the public. The secret realm of the law protects the clerk. It not only shields the world, but also shields Heavenly Way."
"In other words, once Fu Bo starts to write, the secret realm of this law will automatically open up to protect it from outside interference?" Li Yiming seems to understand something. The missing beef noodles is not the disappearance of beef noodles at all. A world has disappeared. Li Yiming recalled that when he first entered the noodle restaurant, Fu Bo was writing a book on the computer, so at that time he thought he entered the restaurant. In fact, he entered the secret realm of the law of the clerk, and everything that happened in it was fake. Yes, and Fu Bo turned off the computer, the secret realm disappeared, and at the same time everything that happened in the secret realm was taken away, so that Li Yiming misunderstood and was stolen the beef noodles unconsciously.
"The clerk’s status is special. Most of them don’t know their own situation, whether they are writers or painters, they all
(To be finished in this chapter, please turn the page) It is unconsciously recording the truth of heaven in its own way, and these truths, when appropriate, will surface and present the world. But there are many truths that will shake the foundation of this world..." Li Huaibei looked through the car window and fell into the endless night sky. He thought of Ma Dafang, thought of floating woods, thought of deer girl, thought of Taoyuan... …
"So, the way of heaven hides the truth?" Li Yiming was stunned, his heart roared, telling a shocking secret.
Li Huaibei turned his head dumbly, and then glanced at the night sky weirdly. In this case, can this kid speak? Change to yourself...
"Fu Bo is in the hands of the other party now?"
"Yes, it should be in Century Garden."
"The clerk is a matter of great importance. If someone who is willing to take advantage of it, the consequences will be unimaginable." Li Huaibei thought carefully and immediately thought of the consequences. Records are not necessarily after the fact, but can also be written before or before the event. That is... a prophecy. ...
The clerk, speak whatever you want...
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's rescue Fu Bo right away, let's go." Li Yiming urged.
"Do you think that with my holy order, as long as I show up and release the holy order's power a little bit, the other party will obediently let go of Fu Bo and give Fu Bo to us?" Li Huaibei suddenly Turning his head, looked at Li Yiming weirdly.
"Couldn't you be OK?" Li Yiming did think so. After seeing Li Huaibei, Li Yiming's heart had already fallen. The Holy Order took action. In this small Hangzhou city, there is nothing that can't be done. ?
"Listening to your narrative just now, Hangzhou Yunlong Group is the agent of the protector. As for what an agent is, you will understand later, but do you know whose agent the Yunlong Group is?"
"Who? Very powerful?" Seeing Li Huaibei's playful smile, Li Yiming asked subconsciously.
"Yan Bing, known as Bingshuai, was promoted to the holy rank 15 years ago, three years earlier than my old captain Ma Dafang."
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The lonely night sky, steep but lonely peaks.
The man stands in the night breeze with a woven bag in one hand, looking at the night view of the city in the distance, the tiny lights swaying in the dark, like a beautiful red carp struggling in the rapids.
"Something is going to happen..." The man sighed softly, tightened the woven bag in his hand, and then put it down again.
He wanted to go, but couldn't.
Raising his head, the eyes that have always been gentle gradually condensed golden light, and the golden light is like substance, containing infinite anger and killing intent, breaking through the clouds and approaching the vast night sky.
After a brief absence, the man gathered his mind, sat down cross-legged, and turned out a stack of paper from the woven bag.
The paper is brand new a4 printing paper, which is bound with twine on the left side and assembled into a book. The man's palm gently stroked on the cover, and the three elegant cursive scripts of "East Journey" were vigorous and powerful.
This is impressively a manuscript of "The Tribulation of the East".
"The illusion world is empty, grievances rest, enlightenment and confusion, six dusts remain unchanged. And angry? And sad? And mad? Is it human? Is it ghost? Is it a demon? It's just... the heart has a devil. Call a Buddha , There is no shore to look back... Kneel one person as a teacher, life and death are in a dilemma... The world of good and evil is true and false, and the gathering of dust is unclear and difficult to break!
I want...what's the use of this iron rod..."
The man loosened his grip on the woven bag, let him slip to his feet, fell off the cliff, held the manuscript in both hands, and whispered, endless helplessness echoed weakly in the endless night sky...
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