Fu Canglu

Chapter 651 If Life Is Just Like First Seen
The last time it snowed heavily in Yangguan Valley.

It was when the Highness came down.

The statues, niches, and futons in the main hall have not changed. The faint candlelight is flickering, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere, making it peaceful.

Qingshi turned around, looked at Yi Xiao with a complex expression, and asked again.

"Who is. Yi Xiaoan?"

"You don't remember and you don't remember either." Yi Xiao, who was standing on the frame, looked dazed, and stood there blankly, then thought of something.

"Do you remember the white-robed old fox?"

"What about the pear blossom rain in Luoyang?"

"Fuqu. Fuqu sword!"

The Qingshi Bodhisattva sitting on the futon had a complicated expression on his face. Looking at Yi Xiao's expression, he smiled and said, "Of course I remember these."

"Senior Liu Chan Seven was a Buddhist guest who traveled all over the world. He died under the arrow rain in Luoyang City in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period. His life experience is recorded on the second floor of the pagoda."

"Thanks to His Highness, Qingshi entered the pagoda, and after leaving the customs, he went to Luoyang to save the people there. Naturally, he still remembers the pear blossom rain."

"The Fuqu sword is a sword in the Fengting Caolu, the master of the sword, and that sword was given to you, Your Highness."

Qingshi stood up from the futon, patted the dust on his sleeve robe with both hands, he had been sitting for a long time, looked at Yi Xiao's serious expression, and said solemnly: "Your Highness, I remember all these."

Yi Xiao exerted a slight force on the fingers pressing on the side of the door, the palace door clicked, and sawdust splashed away.

There was a wind blowing in the hall.

Candlelight flourished.

The distance between the two is only a few feet.

eye contact.

Word by word.

"Monk. Why do you want to practice closed mantra, but you still remember."

long silence.

Qingshi was silent for a long time, he raised his head, looked directly at the dome of the hall, and watched the graceful lines circling along the hall. Flow in the wind, spread.

The whole hall became sacred because of the Bodhisattva's vow.

Qingshi's eyes stared at a certain point very seriously.

He seemed to be trying to remember something.

It was snowing heavily.

Night Breeze roared.

What did someone break through on that day, what did I see on that day, and what happened on that day.
【"These secrets cannot be spoken, so I hide them in the 'Amulet' I gave you."】

The first sentence passed away like lightning.

【"Your Highness, after you leave, I will erase your memory and choose to forget about it."】

Then the second sentence disappeared in the wind and snow.

What happened that day?
remember, remember
Surrounded by noisy roars.

It's like ghosts traveling, roaring constantly, covering important voices.

so noisy.
so noisy.
In the end, everything returned to silence, the burning text in the hall disappeared with the wind, and everything returned to calm.

What broke the calm was a sigh.

"I forgot."

As for why you should practice closed mouth meditation
Qingshi closed his eyes staring at the dome, and closed his eyes in some pain, his voice trembling slightly: "I practice closed mantra for, for"

"For Your Highness."

"For Your Highness, no matter what. I can't remember."

After saying these few words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, Qingshi opened his eyes, and saw the little highness standing on the frame, his complexion was a little pale.

He said hoarsely: "Is Yi Xiaoan a very special person?"

The head of Liangjia City.

Yuan Sizhi boarded the top of the city, watching the escorted cavalry waiting in line below the city, the black armor was covered with a thin layer of white, and said softly: "Cao Zhixuan is here, saying that he is going to apologize to Xiguan."

Jiang Qingyi smiled, didn't care, put his hands on the top of the wall, and said calmly: "Let's dry it."

Yuan Zhongcheng stood beside Jiang Qingyi and waved his hands back.

Guo Youzhi and Fei Yi looked at each other, and silently retreated from the top of the wall.

Yuan Zhongcheng and Jiang Qingyi stood at the top of the city.

Looking forward, there is a vast expanse of snow and mist in front of it. There are not many Luoyang cavalry outside Liangjia City, but Cao Zhixuan came here personally. The number of soldiers out of sight may directly overwhelm this Liangjia city. A city.

"Aside from the purple robe, Cao Zhixuan also brought a young man named Duan with him. He is a practitioner of devouring appearance, and his cultivation level should not be underestimated." The new vassal king of Xiguan who was calm and relaxed said, "That man named Duan is a formidable person. You must be very careful before your lord's injury heals."

Jiang Qingyi hummed lightly.

"I'm not stupid, and neither is Xiguan. If an apology is useful, what's the point of war?"

He took a deep breath.

Suddenly a strong wind blew from the city.

The white robe was lifted by the snow, and it flew back and forth, the edges were like waves, and the cyan soft armor inside was like a flame boiling. Jiang Qingyi said quietly: "Yuan Zhongcheng, can you see the two people there?"

Yuan Zhongcheng, who was standing on the top of the wall, suddenly froze.

He followed the direction Jiang Qingyi raised his arm to point, his eyes swept away, and finally stopped on a blank wilderness, where the heavy snow fell and it was empty.

There is nothing there.

Jiang Qingyi smiled and said, "I see."

He said meaningfully: "Do you believe in 'fate'?"

Yuan Zhongcheng hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head.

"It exists."

After a brief pause.

"I saw."

Jiang Qingyi's expression was not relaxed, he murmured: "In that book, all the stories have written endings, everyone is like a doll, from birth to death, the rise and fall of the country. Isn't it very Irony, we try our best to survive in this world and fight against fate, these are just part of fate.”

Yuan Zhongcheng was a little stunned, he couldn't quite understand what the prince was saying.

Jiang Qingyi lowered his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Who do you think is the strongest in the four seas now, in terms of heads-up?"

Yuan Sizhi replied honestly: "Although the prince has half of Fu Cang Lu, he should not be able to defeat those great practitioners."

Jiang Qingyi smiled and nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"The lord can break through the realm at any time, but it would be against the rules to attack after the breakthrough." Yuan Zhongcheng said seriously: "Even if the lord breaks through the realm, I don't think he is the opponent of Qiliang Yixiao today."

"That's good. What else?"

"Within the four seas, the lord can be on par with several evildoers, and when you meet Qingshi Bodhisattva and Nanhai Daotai, it should be a [-]-[-] situation. But you, lord, are no match for Yi Xiao's 'cause and effect'. Apart from that, it should be no match. Li Changge's opponent."

Jiang Qingyi pondered and asked: "So within the four seas, are you more optimistic about Yi Xiao, or Li Changge as No.1 in today's world?"

Yuan Zhongcheng replied cautiously: "I am more optimistic about Yi Xiao."

"That's very good." Jiang Qingyi smiled and said, "But it's not right. At present, the strongest person in the four seas is neither Yi Xiao nor Li Changge."

Yuan Zhongcheng was a little perplexed.

"Well, right there."

Jiang Qingyi pointed in that direction again.

Yuan Zhongcheng couldn't see anything.

In Jiang Qingyi's eyes, on the wilderness, stood a young woman in a black robe and a young Confucian scholar in a white coir raincoat.

"That's a woman."

Jiang Qingyi said softly: "Her name is Yi Xiaoan, she used to be Yi Xiao's younger sister."

Yuan Zhongcheng was shocked and astonished when he heard the news.

"Not dear." Jiang Qingyi smiled: "We have all seen it, but unfortunately, I think all of you have forgotten."

(End of this chapter)