Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 225 New Host

In prison, Fang Ling was extremely anxious.He should never be impulsive. In a moment of anger, he collided with Capt. Li. Now that he is imprisoned here and wants to save people, he has no way to save them.

Fortunately, Changting is still outside. With his cultivation ability, it shouldn't be a problem to keep Qiaoer and his wife together.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I thought of this, I heard the sound of the cell door.Then this man who Fang Ling had high hopes for was also thrown in.

Fang Ling looked at Chang Ting, never expecting that a person like Chang Ting, who is both skilled in swordsmanship, would be easily caught by a few government servants and taken to a big prison, just like that.

So that Fang Ling was stunned for a long time before he realized, "How did you get caught?"

"They say I'm your accomplice."

Changting straightened the hay and sat down.

"I mean how did they catch you?"

"They said you were here. I thought I'd stop by to see you."

"At this time, don't do some serious things. Think about how to rescue Zheng Shouyi and his wife. What do you see me doing? When did I have such a friendship with you?"

"When did I have that kind of friendship with them?"

Seeing that he disagreed, Fang Ling became angry again, and didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he could only twist the straw in his hand and worry.

Seeing this, Chang Ting took Fang Ling's burned right hand with one hand, took out a small porcelain bottle with the other, and evenly sprinkled some medicinal powder on the affected area. Some similarities but equally satisfactory results.

He took out a white handkerchief and carefully wrapped it for Fang Ling, and then patiently gave it a smooth and comfortable shape before saying:

"Now he is considered a casualty, so just stay here and take care of him peacefully."

"But Zheng Shouyi and his wife are very dangerous now."

"You can save people, but you have to do what you can. If you try your best and can't save him, that's his fate, just like that old man."

These words can be said to poke Fang Ling's heart.Since the moment Tao Bo died, Fang Ling has been thinking, if there is no her unknowingly intervening in this matter, and the head catcher Li invited Li Zong's people, would the ending be different?
If he had thought a little more, perhaps the yamen servant would not have been seriously injured, and Tao Bo would not have died.What virtue and ability do I have, so frivolously thinking that I have made a merit book.Unexpectedly, when I opened the merit book, the first page was smeared with blood and human life.

Fang Ling sat silently hugging his knees, and then said for a long time:
"But I don't want anyone to die because of me."

"No one dies because of you. People are born to die, not just that one, you, I will die too, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, why bother? Fate is just different."

"Is it true that as long as all deaths are attributed to fate, we can always live in peace and contentment?"

"Otherwise? Does everyone have to cry for them after they die to be considered compassionate?"

"Do you...have any heart?"

"Why don't you cut it open someday and have a look?"

"you……"

Changting seemed to really want to comfort her today, so after provoking her, he rarely lowered his tone:
"Life and death have their own destiny, and a person must go through five reincarnations when he is born. Death does not necessarily mean the end, it just ends the past and the future.

Relatives, lovers, friends, there will be a day when fate will come to an end, if even fate cannot be broken, then you can only fall into the endless sea of ​​suffering, and you will always be the one tormented. "

"You put it lightly! The world is huge and there are countless cultivators. How many of them can truly explore life and death without hoping for immortality?"

"So they are all people who are trying to catch fame."

"how about you?"

“The more you experience life and death, the more you see it, and it will naturally fade away.”

"Pretentious posture! But standing still, how many vicissitudes can you go through, how dare you talk about life and death lightly?"

"How do you know I can't stand?"

"Two out of thirty."

"Have you heard about it?"

Fang Ling suddenly felt embarrassed, straightened his back and asked, "Isn't it?"

Changting smiled, and stretched out his hand to stroke Fang Ling's hair that was messed up by the yamen servants just now.

"Forget it, in short, it's a lot more vicissitudes than you imagined. After you have experienced a lot, you will naturally understand what is called destiny.

Just like this old gangster, if he doesn't die, the yamen servant, your cheap nephew, or even the disciple of Li Zong who came to deal with this matter may die. "

"Can't we all live well?"

"..."

Seeing Changting looking at himself with the expression of the second idiot on his face, Fang Ling quickly distinguished:
"I know the natural replacement, the reciprocity of life and death, but..."

"Ha ha……"

As expected, Chang Ting returned to his usual indifferent smile, "As long as you don't have to watch him helplessly?"

"That was not what I meant……"

Fang Ling opened his mouth to argue again, but he really had nothing to say.

"Sympathy is nothing but what is in front of you, and compassion is nothing but what you see. People are still trapped by appearances. Often what happens in front of your eyes, when you are seen and heard by others, can most arouse people's compassion.

What about the ones far away?In invisible places, don’t those who die deserve sympathy?

Since there is life, there must be death. Whether death is in front of your eyes and people will not forget it for a long time, or death in an unknown corner far away, it is beyond human control.

So we talk about destiny, the great road, and unity.Flowers will eventually bloom and fall. We meet each other unintentionally. If you can't catch it or escape it, you should let it go. "

Maybe it was too sleepy, Fang Ling fell asleep like that without knowing when he listened.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Ling felt that she was deeply sleepy and having a sweet dream. Suddenly she felt someone pushing her. She was about to speak but someone covered her mouth.Changting's deep voice came to my ears:
"Don't say anything, there's something going on!"

In the dim light, Fang Ling saw a tall black figure wearing a large robe walking numbly through the corridor to the innermost cell.

After a loud noise, the man opened the cell door and got in. He squatted on the ground and smelled carefully at the sleeping prisoners in the cell.

Fang Ling almost thought that he had seen it wrong, but no, the man was sniffing the people on the ground carefully with his nose, like a dog.

"Open your eyes."

Chang Ting whispered in his ear in an inaudible way.

Who would have thought that the man had excellent hearing, and turned his head quickly, seeing that it didn't matter, Fang Ling's heart was almost raised in his throat in fright.That black shadow was none other than Catcher Li.

Li Butou glanced at this side coldly, and turned back when he saw no other movement.

Fang Ling took the opportunity to open his eyes, and saw that Li Captou's Yang Fire had been suppressed to the point where it was as looming as a candle in the wind, and its bluish color was exactly the same as that of the sick young man before.

Seeing the light green flame flashing slightly, a softly glowing insect crawled out from Li Captor's ear.

"Insects in the Luo Gu hole?"

Fang Ling muttered in his heart in surprise.

(End of this chapter)