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Episode 1: Disciple Fantian 1.12 The state of mind is double-forgotten, and the Dharma comes naturally. Part 2

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    The person who stuck out his tongue like a dog became Bifang.  He bit the tip of his tongue, swallowed a mouthful of thick phlegm, slapped himself from left to right, and twisted his thighs, and then he woke up.  Bi Fang glanced at the table subconsciously, couldn't help feeling dizzy, and forced himself to calm down. Bi Fang said hoarsely: "Wu, Wu Ming, you, where did you get the magic weapon? Do you want it, give it to Lord Nanfeng?"  " "Don't ask where it came from." Wu Ming clicked on the table very arrogantly. "This sword belongs to water. It is taken from Mirage Li Shui in the sea market. It is supplemented by the essence of hardware and a secret method applied by a good craftsman.  "Though tempered" "Could it be the Qianya Wandering Dragon Sword?" Bi Fang almost stared at him.  "Of course." Wu Ming pretended to be profound.  Bi Fang's pair of eagle eyes wandered uncertainly, and he finally spoke out after a long time: "If I remember correctly, the Qian'e Wandering Dragon Sword has been destroyed by thunder and fire along with Yunshui Sanren. It must be that the seniors in your sect gathered here after the catastrophe.  . But I don¡¯t know what the purpose of this broken sword is?¡± Wu Ming curled his lips, drew the sword in his hand, and said randomly: ¡°Open your eyes and see, is this a broken sword?¡± The sword flashed and made a sound.  The roar of the sea dragon, even though the water is gentle, overwhelmed Bi Fang, who was still seriously injured, and jumped away in a hurry.  "The rumors cannot be believed!" Bi Fang's face was solemn, and he bowed to the ground, "If you receive this great gift from Brahma, you must be rewarded generously!" "Haha! Easy to say, easy to say" Wu Ming scratched his scalp, looking slightly worried.  He tentatively asked, "Um, brother Bi, can you send me another message to" "Lord Nanfeng?" Bi Fang understood.  "Ahem! It's exactly" Wu Ming nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking, and smiled so happily!  The magic weapon cannot be taken away after completion.  For a small third-level patrol, carrying this sword is tantamount to seeking death.  Immediately, the flying pigeons were released and the message was sent back to the Brahma Headquarters.  One day later, the arrogant Shangguan Lingcheng turned back gracefully and landed in front of Wu Ming.  "Good sword." Draw the sword, test the sword, and put the sword away, all in one go.  "What do you want to say?" Wu Ming stiffened up and clenched his fists. After swallowing again and again, he choked out: "Are you okay? I miss you." "" Yu Neidi was far behind him.  The inscription master rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath.  But the arrogant and arrogant master of Shangguan Pavilion, who slaughtered Qiancheng in a rage, responded softly for the first time, "Okay." Seeing Wu Ming staring blankly at the flying clouds in Shangguan Lingcheng, the old inscription master limped  Approaching him, his face was full of hatred, "Tsk tsk! A peerless immortal weapon, a flick of the ghost cry! The world is turned upside down! In exchange for six broken words?! I'm the founder, how can I accept you?  This prodigal loser!" Wu Ming suddenly hammered his fist in frustration, "I really missed a word." As soon as he said this, Qian Mo immediately beat his chest and feet in anger and looked up to the sky in mourning.  It's as miserable as a night owl, making those who hear it cry and those who hear it feel sad.  Wu Minghun didn't care. He didn't wait for the master to finish crying and suddenly said, "It seems that there is another piece of Mysterious Ice Armor?" Qian Mo jumped up and grabbed the young man's collar, "I'll take a picture  Do you believe it or not?" "This old guy is so ruthless when it comes to playing with his life.  Wu Ming could only sneer and say: "Just a joke, just a joke" After coaxing and deceiving for a long time, Wu Ming finally sat in front of the master carefully.  With a long breath, Qian Mo grinned, his eyes full of hatred that iron cannot become steel.  Seeing that Wu Ming was speechless, he finally couldn't help but speak, and said earnestly: "Boy, girl, that's not how you do it! As the saying goes, Pan Donkey and Deng Xiaoxian" The setting sun coated the sea of ??clouds with a golden layer.  The breeze stirred up the clouds and raised the golden waves of the sparkling blue sea. It was like a fairyland on earth!  But seeing the master and the apprentice sitting in the mountain pavilion, one talking and the other listening, it was a relaxing and freehand scene.  ??¡ª¡ªLuoyang, Dali Temple, Brahma Heaven.  Outside the locked attic of the boudoir, a gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded.  "Who?" Mingzhao Nanfeng's slightly panicked voice came from inside the house.  "My lord, it's me. The master of the pavilion sent me a box and a sentence." The maid replied softly.  "Oh, just put it on the porch and I will get it." "How do you do this?" The maid hurriedly said: "The master of the pavilion said that this thing is valuable, and I must not leave it lightly. And that sentence cannot be passed by four people.  "Nan Fengning had no choice but to take out the bronze mirror from her buttocks, straighten her clothes and open the door.  "What are you talking about?" "Are you okay? I miss you." Following Wu Ming's tone, the maid listened to him and said with a sweet smile.  The south wind condensed as if struck by lightning, its delicate body trembled, and it was unknown where the soul went.  By the time she woke up, the maidservant had long disappeared.  ?In her hands, an ancient wooden box suddenly appeared.  "This little thief" He was ruthless on the lips, but secretly happy in his heart.  It was a simple sentence, but it made her have countless indescribable emotions.  Taking the greetings into his heart, he hurried back to the house, closed the door tightly, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't wait to open the wooden box.  The sword was about to enter his eyes, and the goddess's clothes were stained with tears.  The tenderness and sweetness stuck in my heart surged out, but the myriad of feelings finally turned into one sentence: "These enemies" In the attic far away from it, Shangguan Lingcheng was leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. Although they were separated by a window screen, the love between them and the scene were still there.  Already vivid in my mind.  Behind him, an envious chuckle suddenly sounded, "Pavilion Master, tell me why Sister Nanfeng is crying? Is it because of the immortal soldiers, the little thief's words, or both?" Shangguan Ling  The city is still calm and calm, "The sword is a good sword, and the words are also good. It makes me hard to break. But now that Fantianmen has accepted this person, there will be a new atmosphere. We will wait and see." The ambiguous answer, but the envious voice.  He didn't buy it, "I think words are stronger than swords." "Why?" Shangguan Lingcheng asked seriously.  "Without it, the sincerity of love is heartbreaking." The voice continued: "This vernacular sentence is extremely common, but it is the most common words, but it is the most touching. Miss Nanfeng, I have been in the world for a long time, and tomorrow  I've long been tired of hearing the slander and the sweet words. It's all falsehood and falsehood, and I can tell with just one eye! But this little thief was so stupid and heartless that he spoke straight to the heart.  It's crucial." He said with a sigh, "Sister Nanfeng probably won't be able to escape in this life." "You think so too," Shangguan Lingcheng nodded lightly, "That's why I sent her back.  This is a bad fate." "The master is prepared for the unexpected." "Don't flatter me yet." "It won't be a difficult task for Sister Nanfeng, right?"  . It¡¯s that little thief.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t¡ª¡± Thousands of miles away, there is a deserted grave, with high tombs and yellow grass everywhere.  The old stone tablet is half-covered in the soil, and the name "Gongsun" can be vaguely discerned.  The strong wind blew by, and the yellow annua swayed, vaguely revealing a scorched black
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