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Volume 2 Return to the World Chapter 164 The Past and Fake Death

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    "How can anyone kill for you?" Qing Lian said softly, rolling her clear eyes, and hitting Su Xing's forehead with her bare hands.  "So, I don't have the power to kill people when I wake up! After all, even if I have the power to kill people, I don't have to kill people" Su Xing covered his forehead in protest, Qinglian's sudden shock was really painful  Unjustly accused.  There are few stars in the moon, the night sky is dark and clear, the moonlight is scattered like a bloom, clusters of flowers are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance is floating.  Su Xing looked at Qinglian's pretty face like white porcelain plated with silver, and asked seriously: "Did you run up the back mountain and stay in the old pine tree?" "Well but why did you faint?  ?" The girl tilted her white goose-like neck and asked curiously, "Weirdo, the ghost's body is very weak!" "You are so weak!" Su Xing was startled, angry at Qinglian's innocence.  He almost lost his breath, but he was hovering on the edge of death. ??????????????????????????????????????????? If I wake up and change my hair this time, I won’t even have to go to the gate of hell, I will just disappear into ashes and die in the three realms forever!  Su Xing rolled his eyes and briefly tried to mobilize the "thought" in Tianhun, but the pain that hit him like a flood made him gasp and had to give up.  "What's wrong with you, weirdo? Are you weak?" Qinglian asked again, her bright eyes full of concern.  "I'm not guilty!" Su Xing said every word. He stared into Qinglian's eyes and really couldn't be angry.  "Let me think about it" Su Xing took this as an excuse and continued to rest his head on the girl's lap, staring blankly at the sky.  The evening breeze is blowing, and there is still a bit of coolness in the early summer night, but it is just right. The shade of the trees is whirling, the moon hangs on the treetops, and the lawn falls one after another, and rises up one after another, like the blue waves of the Qinghai Sea.  The mercury moonlight falls on the waterfall-like black hair, the silver grass is finely woven, and the charming light flows on each hair, just like the crystal clear heart of a simple girl.  Su Xing tried hard to influence his "thoughts", but sometimes he grimaced in pain and sucked in air.  "Weird, what are you doing?" The girl was curious and distressed. When Su Xing ignored her, she had to comb Su Xing's messy hair alone.  "Tsk, tsk, this is smoothing the animal's fur!" Su Xing thought to himself, feeling a bit strange, painful and happy at the same time.  After a lot of hard work, Su Xing finally pulled out a trace of ghost thoughts and swept them across the old pine tree. He found that the old pine tree had no effect in isolating ghost thoughts. When he pulled his thoughts across Qinglian, his face showed a look of shock.  "Why didn't you 'show' on my mind!" Su Xing exclaimed.  "What?" Qinglian didn't understand what Su Xing said.  "No, it's nothing." Su Xing shook his head, sat upright, and said seriously to Qinglian, "The world is cruel, you are too stupid, and you are easily deceived." "Yes!" Qinglian nodded heavily. Su Xing had never been indoctrinated like this before.  thought of.  "I'm going to tell you something very cruel next!" Su Xing said in a deep voice. He hoped Qinglian would be mentally prepared.  As expected, Qinglian nodded heavily, her innocent and pretty face full of seriousness.  Su Xing glanced at the girl who was inexperienced in the world, sighed secretly, and said in a calm tone that the old bamboo weaver was being hunted by his enemies, and she was not a human being, she might have been transformed by a supernatural being, and that she was not the biological granddaughter of the old bamboo weaver, etc.  statement.  Afraid that Qinglian wouldn’t believe it, Su Xing took out a dark black box and handed it to Qinglian.  "I know." Unexpectedly, the girl was calm and calm, without too much sadness, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.  Su Xing’s heart trembled. When he saw the girl, for some reason, a sense of sadness arose spontaneously.  Really, sometimes, laughing is sadder than crying.  "Not long ago, grandpa stopped me." The girl smiled calmly, as if she was falling into memories.  "Grandpa said, Qinglian, you are not young at all. You should face reality. So he told me my life experience and everything" "I was originally a Qinglian in the heaven, and grandpa was an old man.  A traitor to the Jun Sect. In the first fifty years, I was just an ordinary green lotus in the West Pond. In the first fifty years, my grandfather was still being hunted by the Lao Jun Sect. In the next fifty years, I was just an ordinary green lotus.  Become an ordinary girl. In the next fifty years, grandpa changed from a traitor to a grandpa" Qinglian calmly recounted a story that lasted for a hundred years, long and simple, simple but warm.  Su Xing was surprised at first, but later he just listened quietly.  A hundred years ago, the old man who weaved bamboo was still empty and lonely. He lived under the endless pursuit of Laojun's sect.  In the first fifty years of a hundred years, Tianjiao was alone. He went up to the poor green and down to the underworld, and cultivated the Yin God and the Yang God.?Learn to transform one energy and three heads and six arms, and look for a treasure that can heal the serious injuries left by the leader, just for revenge.  In the fiftieth year of a hundred years, Ji Wuyou saw the West Pond with green lotus leaves in the heaven, and saw the West Pond full of green lotuses bathing under the divine thunder.  After a divine thunderstorm, only one green lotus survived. The rest of the green lotus turned into powder or essence, which nourished the only green lotus, making the ordinary green lotus no longer ordinary and turning into a peerless medicine. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????…  Things are unpredictable. The Green Lotus in the West Lake, the only Green Lotus, survived the devastating and terrifying divine thunder, but it could not escape the fate of death.  But just when Ji Wuyou was about to refine the green lotus into a magical elixir, the mighty vitality rippled, and the green lotus fell to the ground, emitting a path of precious light, and transformed into an ignorant girl.  Fifty years later, Ji Wuyou became an old bamboo weaver, leading a secluded life with Qinglian, changing in every village, leaving the girl's memory at the innocent age of fifteen.  “Perhaps the old bamboo weaver was so cold and heartless because he was afraid of developing affection for the girl.  But unknowingly, the old bamboo weaver became the girl's grandfather, living in seclusion in one village after another. He began to think, and his concept of revenge began to change. He not only thought about himself, but also thought about Qinglian's future.  So, fifty years later, the old bamboo weaver went to Qiongbiluo again and found a talisman and an elixir.  The story is plain and slow. There is no shocking battle, no escape of life and death, but more of a peaceful and stable life.  Su Xing was surprised at first, then calm, and in the end, he was shocked.  With the awakened wisdom, through speculation, we can get more information than Qinglian.  The old man who made the bamboo was indeed very scheming. Could it be that he had the news that Qinglian was entrusted to me from the beginning, and had already expected that the Laojun Church would come to visit?  Su Xing secretly speculated, and felt more and more that "younger people are still hotter than old people." The old bamboo weaver's scheming could be described as terrifying. One step counts a hundred steps, and he may even plan for fifty years!  What caused such a big change in his thoughts?  Su Xing’s eyes couldn’t help but fall on Qinglian, feeling a silent affection.  This kind of family affection is not bound by blood, nor is it tied by commitment, and it does not even have much warmth, but it is truly comparable to steel under icy water!  "Oh, then you will become a fifty-year-old old woman. No, maybe even longer!" Su Xing saw Qinglian's eyes drooped, and there was a trace of loneliness hidden in her bright eyes, so he said carelessly.  "You are the old lady!" Qinglian puffed up her cheeks and gave Su Xing a pink fist.  “Are you ‘beating the ghost’s eyes’ or ‘beating the ghost’s eyes’!” Su Xing covered his eyes and screamed in pain on the ground.  "Pfft" Qinglian was amused by the awakened bear-like appearance, which cleared away the gloom.  "Hey, your grandfather has entrusted you to me!" Su Xing said.  "Tch." Qinglian curled her lips, "I want to find grandpa!" Su Xing was stunned immediately and quickly grabbed her: "How are you looking for it? You are undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack! Besides, if you lose it, grandpa's spirit in heaven will not let you go.  Get over me!" "You are the spirit in heaven!" Qinglian was really angry, her eyes widened, and she turned around and punched Su Xing again.  Su Xing begs for a beating and says something that deserves a beating.  Grandpa’s spirit in heaven will not let him go?  Isn't that the misfortune of the old man who made the cursed bamboo?  "When did you become so violent!" Su Xing cursed and said seriously, "Your grandfather is an injured Shangyuan realm monk. It is difficult to survive facing three monks of the same realm!" "You still say that!" Qinglianyin  His teeth were clenching loudly, and when he woke up, he couldn't open the pot and pick up the pot.  "Anyway!" Just as Su Xing was about to change the subject, Qinglian gritted her teeth and prepared to bite him.  "Weird, don't stop me, I'm serious." The girl said with a serious face and a determined expression.  Su Xing remained silent, knowing that he could not dissuade her, so he could only watch Qinglian's back disappear into the night.  "By the way, take your grandpa's things, maybe it can help you find your grandpa!" Su Xing shouted into the night while breathing a sigh of relief.  "To be honest, I don't believe that the old bamboo weaver is so cunning and will simply die. And if I hand over the hot potato, maybe it can save Qinglian's life. I don't believe that the old bamboo weaver will be so kind.  Give me the treasure taught by Lao Jun, there will probably be something in it that can be located." Su Xing lay on the lawn, casually pulled out a grass stem and held it in his mouth. He tilted his head towards the night where Qinglian disappeared, and the worry in his eyes betrayed it.  What was he thinking at this time?   It should be fine. Although Qinglian is an innocent girl, she is also a treasure, and she is the most useless little demon The more she thought about it, the worse she got. Suddenly, there was a fragrant breeze above her head.  After the attack, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.  On the edge of the Shiwan Mountain, the dark mountains were shattered, the ground cracked, the giant trees were in a mess, and the battle in Shangyuan Realm scared away most of the lives.  "Crack" The sound of a branch being trampled was so obvious in the silent mountains.  Far away from the center of the battle, under a mountain that had been shattered by the aftermath of the battle, the gray rock suddenly appeared blurry. An old man carrying a bamboo pole walked out. He tore off the yellow talisman stuck between his eyebrows and murmured.  "Thanks to the Taixu Invisibility Talisman and the True Body Pill, I was able to deceive Li Fengyu and not make him suspicious. Now that Tianjiao Ji Wuyou and Kongjue taught by Laojun are truly dead, from now on there will only be one old bamboo weaver and one  Granddaughter’s grandfather!” The old man who suddenly appeared in the Cangmang Mountains outside Shiwanda Mountain was the old man of Bamboo Weaving, and he was killed by Li Fengyu, the leader of the Laojun Sect, in the Dongxuan Linglong Golden Pagoda.  It's just the "clone" of the old bamboo weaver!  It turned out that the old bamboo weaver had already prepared to change the situation. After using ordinary invisibility talismans to become invisible, he transformed and changed his position many times, allowing the soul to take the True Body Pill and then appear in place of the real body. The main body was hidden with the Taixu invisibility talisman.  , thus planning a "civet cat for prince"!  In order to make the "play" more realistic and force out Li Fengyu who was hiding behind the scenes, the old bamboo weaver did not hesitate to let "Loneliness" reappear, sacrificing the Yuan Shen, Yang Shen, and Yin Shen, and used the great magic of transforming one qi and three heads and six arms to continuously  The bamboo branches of the "bamboo pole" were also broken!  "It's okay to let them take the treasure back, but I don't know what happened to Qinglian and Su Xiaozi?" The old bamboo weaver showed a rare smile, took out a simple compass from his arms, and touched the surface of the compass with his thin palm   (The story of Grandpa and Qinglian is over~ A story that lasted for hundreds of years, in Su Xing’s life, it was just a passing moment. He was only a bystander, but it was also his story. A book is countless  Stories are intertwined; a story is the intertwining of countless encounters. I tell stories, and you listen to the story. You are not the person in the story, but you care about the things in the story. Just like a poem: You decorate other people's dreams, and the bright moon decorates yours.  Window, people watching the scenery are watching upstairs, you are standing on the bridge watching the scenery).
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