I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 103 When the love is strong, the love turns weak

"If we can really get Senior Yu to take action, it will be an honor for the young monk!" Li Lang said.

Wen Caiyun laughed and scolded: "You are really not afraid of death!"

Li Lang also smiled: "Death under the peony flowers, even a ghost is romantic. If I hear that you take action, Uncle Master, then the young monk will have no regrets."

Wen Caiyun would not believe Li Lang's lies. After getting Li Lang's approval, he opened the small lottery.

After looking at the words written in small regular script with hairpin flowers on it, I couldn't help but sigh: "What a delicate heart, what an infatuated romantic monk. If my enemy is even half as infatuated as you, then..."

No matter what, she didn't say much.

But Li Lang also felt sorry for a woman like Wen Caiyun.

Judging from Master Xueyu's sacred picture "White Bone Buddha", he finally entered the "White Bone Temple" and gave up the appearance of skin. He truly entered the threshold of Buddhist orthodoxy. In fact, he is in the same vein as Qingyang Temple. ', there has been some deviation.

Perhaps this was also the reason why he walked back from the capital.

The sect style of Qingyang Temple is crooked, but both Xueya and Xueyu can be regarded as true Buddhist monks.

They experienced the world of mortals and finally emerged from it.

"I will deliver this poem to you. Whether or not you can bring her out to see you has nothing to do with me."

"Of course, if she still doesn't want to see you, then you can leave! It's definitely not a good thing to stay." Wen Caiyun reminded her again.

When Li Lang heard this, he nodded again and accepted the kindness.

Deep in the secret realm, in the sword forest, Sima Sanya looked at the small lottery in his hand, constantly changing his expression.

"You should go see him."

"For some reason, he gave me a feeling that he was different from all the previous monks in Qingyang Temple."

"In the past, the monks in Qingyang Temple were either really cynical, playing with the world, and heartless, or they were bitter and resentful, full of worries, but pretending to be free and unrestrained. Bodhisattva thinks, my enemy... is like this." Hearing Caiyun's voice sounded from behind Sima Sanya.

Sima Sanya put down the small lottery ticket in his hand and couldn't help but ask: "Then what did it feel like when he gave it to your uncle?"

"He has a little bit of both, but they are not alike. He is not ruthless enough to play in the world, and he is not restrained enough to suffer and hate. He is really free and unrestrained, but he is also compassionate. He is full of worldly aura, but he is not like the Buddhist school. It’s quite deviant.”

"In my opinion, he is more like a demon." Wen Caiyun said.

Sima Sanya stood up and asked nervously: "How can he be a demon?"

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense."

Being labeled as a 'demon' is not a good thing for any righteous monk.

Even the monks of Qingyang Temple cannot withstand such 'criticism'.

Reputation is the second face of a practitioner walking in the world. If this face is rotten and smelly, it will be many times more difficult to walk in the world.

Don't look at evil heretics, they sound quite arrogant sometimes.

If there were other titles like Demon Lord and Demon Emperor, it would be even more extraordinary and incredibly cool.

In fact, they all suffer from unspeakable hardships.

When traveling around the country, most of the time, they stayed in shabby temples and wild shops, because they couldn't get into the city, so they were easily wanted and beaten.

You can't get affordable prices when buying and selling items, because most serious merchants don't dare to do their business because of their bad reputation.

Even if you marry a wife and have children, you must remain anonymous and carefully hidden, for fear of being known by others and causing harm to your family.

Want to walk in the light and truly do whatever you want?

Can! Subvert all existing morals and rules, and then reshape the rules, turning the original right into wrong, and the original wrong into right.

If you don't have such ability, you will kill to silence the sound, but where you can't see or hear, it will only become more boiling.

"Look! You're still nervous about him. If you care so much, why don't you go meet him?"

"He seems to have a lot to say to you." Wen Caiyun did not dwell on the topic of 'demon'. She only expressed a slight feeling, and only said to Sima Sanya that if there were many people talking, she would never be so arrogant.

Sima Sanya may have been stimulated by the word 'devil', or the words on the small sign had an effect. She finally decided to leave the secret realm, meet Li Lang, and face separation.

In the pavilion, the night breeze was cool, the moon shadow fell on the treetops, and the loneliness was everywhere.

"The fluffy catkins in the wind have turned into duckweeds, and the mud lotuses are still strong and silky. Take a petal of incense and remember the past life. When the love is strong, the love becomes weak, but now I am really not passionate. I look back at the place where my heart is broken, and I shed no tears. .”

Kongyou's voice came from the sky, and what he read was exactly the words on the small sign that Li Lang sent.

A beautiful woman holding a flying sword came under the moonlight.

She was wearing a blue Warring States robe, which looked particularly elegant and beautiful on her slightly slender body.

The wind became her dance partner, and she looked so beautiful under the moonlight as if she had traveled through time and space.

Li Lang couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded as he looked at the beauties coming by the wind under the moon.

Sima Sanya, her name, her past, her pain, the names of the other two names she carries.

But Li Lang always felt that this name was not worthy of her beauty.

She shouldn't be limited by this name to her embarrassing past.

So he gave her a beautiful Warring States robe, using beauty to cover up the embarrassment of the past. In the future, another name will be spread in the world.

Sima Qingyi!

This is Li Lang's little thought and his little selfishness.

"You're finally here!" Li Lang said.

Sima Sanya's face was cold, as if she was even colder than when they first met.

But her heart was actually very warm and she wanted to fall into that warm embrace.

"I just want to ask you, what is... when love becomes strong, love becomes weak?" Sima Sanya asked.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She is not someone who gives in to her easily, and those heart-to-heart chats were just an inducement.

What really broke her heart was the green dress on her body.

Li Lang did not answer directly, but flew over, picked up a bouquet of flowers and handed it to Sima Sanya.

Sima Sanya took the flower branch and shook it, the petals were flying, and the flowers were raining in colorful colors.

Li Lang's eyes were fascinated by the random flowers, as if he didn't see it at all. The branch that stabbed him was about to penetrate his throat.

It had only been two months since they last met, and Sima Sanya's swordsmanship was completely different.

Before, her swordsmanship was fierce and tough, like the whistling north wind or thousands of years of ice.

But now, the north wind has turned into the spring breeze, and the ice has turned into the water of the river.

Light and elegant, but more vicious, the murderous intention is even more invisible.

The swordsmanship that combines strength and softness is almost perfect.

For the vast majority of people, even when facing such a sword, the first thing they think of is not to avoid it, but to admire it obsessively, and then really fall under this sword.

Li Lang didn't hide, but he was confident that he knew exactly where the sword would stop.

Sure enough, when it was still an inch long from the throat, the branch stopped.

With Sima Sanya's strength and swordsmanship, even if the branch is pushed forward half an inch, he can still hold it back completely.

But she still stopped an inch away, really afraid of hurting Li Lang at all.

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