Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms

I staggered and planted the tree, barely raised my head and said, "Big brother, what did you just say?"

He froze for a moment and hurriedly came to help me: "I was just down the mountain, and I saw the broken sleeve walking with Xuannv holding hands from a distance, and the two people looked very affectionate."

"Huh?" He helped me halfway, and stopped again, touching his chin and said: "Xuannv is a goddess, but the broken sleeve is indeed a broken sleeve. How come they make up a bunch of things?"

Like five thunders, I threw away his hand and rushed out of the mountain gate.

The fire unicorn was napping outside the cave.

I turned into a moth and stumbled all the way into the hole.

On the stone couch was a pair of intertwined figures.

The woman below had a face like mine, panting for a while.

The man above had his long, jet-black hair loose, and said softly, "Xuannv, Xuannv."

My heart was cold and I couldn't support it, and when the wind blew, it fell and turned into a human shape. Fortunately, he still stood firm and did not lose Kunlun's virtual demeanor.

Li Jing and Xuannv turned their heads together, the panic was really not enough for outsiders.

I still remember that I walked over very calmly, slapped away from the mirror once, and slapped the Xuan-nv again. The hand was held by the mirror. Xuannv wrapped the quilt and shrank in his arms. His face turned pale from the mirror.

I was in a stalemate with him for half a cup of tea. He finally let go of his hand and said quietly: "Ayin, I'm sorry

You, I am not a broken sleeve after all. "

I was so angry that I smiled back: "This is a very useful excuse. It's up to you whether to break the sleeves, very good, very good. Now what are you going to do with me?"

He was silent for a long while, and said, "I was ridiculous at first."

Xuannv said with tears on her face, and said: "Shang Xian, you will fulfill us. I agree with Li Jing. You are both men. After all,... after all, it is not serious."

I regained my consciousness and sneered: "Then what is seriousness, but it is seriousness that starts chaos and ends abandonment? It is seriousness to seduce others' goodwill and destroy others' marriage?"

She paled and said nothing.

I was so exhausted, I waved my sleeves and let them go. And from the mirror, it is completely over.

At that time, I was really young and handling things very steadily. Plainly argued with them for a long time, wasting a lot of saliva. I didn't know how to cut the mess with a sharp knife, but killed him two with a single knife, and it was serious to let myself relax.

When I first tasted love, I suffered from this big change, and I was naturally hurt. It hurts to think that the idiot who used the needle and Xuan-nv to build a magpie bridge is still myself. One is the injury of broken love, the other is the injury of being taken advantage of.

All the things I got along with Li Jing, along with the little worthless gadgets he gave me, all became a torment to me. I tossed and turned and burned them clean, but it was difficult to relieve them. Drinking to relieve anxiety is more useful than burning things, so I was drunk for three days in the wine cellar of Kunlun Xu.

When I woke up, I was leaning in the arms of the master.

Mo Yuan sat with a large wine jar with his back, holding a wine gourd in his right hand, and vacated his left hand to embrace me.

Seeing me waking up, frowned, and said softly: "Drink so much wine, it is better to cry out, and it is a pity that I have such good wines."

I finally cried out holding his leg. After crying, he raised his head and asked him: "Master, you are finally out of the barrier, are you hurt? Is there anything wrong with it?"

He glanced at me and smiled lightly: "It's okay, you don't need to stew yourself to make soup for me."

The period when I was with the mirror was actually counted as an underground affair.

All the seniors thought that I loved Xuan-nv, and because Xuan-nv was abducted from the mirror, she gave birth to a lot of sadness and sadness. This is really bad debt.

Only Mo Yuan saw it clearly and rubbed my hair lightly and said, "That pair of eyes from the mirror are so bright, but unfortunately they have poor eyesight."

After Mo Yuan left the customs, he received a post from Dongshen Xuanming.

The God Xuan Ming lives deep in the Northern Desolation, and he exclusively governs the land boundary of 12,000 miles north of the sky. This time there is a Fa conference, and a messenger is sent to stay in Kunlun Xu, and Mo Yuan is invited to preach on the altar.

Because Mo Yuan is the son of the founder of God, his position is respected, and the gods who are from all over the world hold Dharma and Dao meetings, and they will inevitably invite him.

Mo Yuan glanced at the post and said, "The sermons are really boring. The mountain where Xuan Ming lives can still be climbed, Xiao Seventeen, you also pack up and go with me."

I happily went back to my room to pack my parcel.

The senior brother followed and reminded me at the door: "In the past, Master has never accepted such boring posts easily. This time it is because you are not happy to take you to relax. Seventeenth, the senior brother knows that you are suffering. Master is always entangled in everything, and I have to take time out of his busy schedule to stay close to you, which is exhausting. You are so old. Naturally, you have to learn how to keep Master from worrying. This is the filial piety of being a disciple.

I turned my head nerdy.

On the 7th and forty-nine days of the Northern Wilderness, I am happy most of the time.

When Mo Yuan didn't preach, he slipped and wandered all over the mountains. When it was Mo Yuan's turn to go to the lotus platform, he drank melon seeds and dozed off among the gods at the meeting.

Mo Yuan always thought that Fa Dao was boring, but he was very eloquent about it. So many gods come to discuss the Fa with him. Such as the death of reincarnation, unpredictable hearts, and so on, Mo Yuan always wins. It's embarrassing.

In this way, I almost put the matter of leaving the mirror behind. It's just that in the dead of night, one or two nightmares are inevitable.

The Dao of God Xuan Ming will do well.

The Dharma meeting is over. Mo Yuan led me to stay in the North Wilderness for another three days before returning to Kunlun Xu.

When returning to Kunlun Xu, he heard the news that the second prince of the ghost tribe had married. The wedding was run wildly, and the ghost clan celebrated for nine days.

Daziming Palace and Kunlun Xu had already had a feud, so they couldn't post anymore. My sister-in-law wrote to say that her mother was very satisfied with the marriage, and Xuannv took care of me.

I am not such a stingy person. Even though Li Jing had lost me, there was only one love story between my children and daughters. After thousands of years, it would be a day of relief. When I met a light wine, it was not difficult to drink a glass together. It's just that nothing happened later.

The night when Mo Yuan came to rescue me and Ling Yu, Qing Cang was hurt badly. After the third month of his marriage, Qing Cang finally recovered his injuries and immediately launched a rebellion on the grounds that Mo Yuan had seized his wife.

This is really not a decent excuse. Not to mention that when Mo Yuan came to rob people, he hadn't been with Ling Yu to go to the chapel, which was not a couple. However, even though the name was clumsy, it actually persuaded the 100,000 soldiers of the Ghost Race. In order to show his determination, Qing Cang also chose another ghost girl for Li Jing. He took a meal for the Xuanyu who had just married and sent it to Kunlun Xulai with blood.

With a kind heart of compassion, the big brother wrapped the Xuannu into the mountain gate with a flower blanket. Mo Yuan opened one eye and closed the other, he could only do nothing about this good deed.

A group of ghost generals have traveled within 30 miles of the boundary between the two races. The God of the Nine Heavens sent a whole group of 18 children to urge him, and Mo Yuan took out his set of profound crystal armor that had been under the box for many years. After brushing the ash, he said lightly: "Qing Cang took me as a name, and I am the **** of war, so I must fight him. Xiao Seventeen, take this armor to check it, after all It’s not so good if you leave it in adulthood for a long time."

The Lord Tianjun was very happy, and with Mo Yuan's 100,000 heavenly generals, three glasses of thin wine were spilled on the Tianmen, which was considered as a gift.

Seventeen brothers and sisters in our group, each took a position under the account.

That was the first war in my life, from beginning to end, ninety-nine and eighty-one days.

On the ninety-nine and eighty-one days, the flames raged and the gunpowder was filled. Mo Yuan is an undefeated God of War, this war could have ended faster. But when the ghost tribe was defeated and fell down the mountain, Xuannv secretly stole the formation map of the heavenly generals to cross the mirror. Only then did they realize that Xuannv's death was a bitter trick they had resorted to, but the big brother actually saved Xuannv and introduced a white-eyed wolf into Kunlun Mountain Gate.

Mo Yuan spent a lot of energy to remedy it, hurting the soul. Before the ghost tribe had not fully understood the seven forty-nine formations, they led the heavenly generals to attack all the way, and surrounded the 30,000 remnants of the ghost tribe in Ruoshui.

I was very stupid at the time, and I never thought that even though Mo Yuan had extraordinary ability, he would endure the three heavens for me.

Lei is not a joke, how can he be fully raised in just a few months.

Whenever I had a little doubt at that time, it shouldn't end like that in the end.

But he pretends well, always pretends well.

In the final battle, the two armies lined up on both sides of Ruoshui, and dark clouds were surging in the sky for thousands of miles.

I think so far, things are basically no suspense, either the ghost clan descends the book, or is waiting for the extinction. But he didn't want to sacrifice the Eastern Emperor Bell halfway through Qingcang. As soon as the Eastern Emperor came out, the tribulations became ashes, and the heavens were destroyed. One-of-a-kind artifact, one-of-a-kind weapon.

Qingcang smiled and said: "As long as I am still the king of the ghost clan, I will never be able to descend, and the heaven and the earth should also change. I am not wronged by all the gods who have accompanied me."

I was very relieved at that time, because I thought that although the Eastern Emperor Bell was an artifact that destroyed the world, it was made by Mo Yuan, and he had the power to easily resolve it.

I didn't know that Mo Yuan was already trying his best to support. Even though the Eastern Emperor Bell was his artifact, he could no longer control it. To suppress the anger of the Eastern Emperor Bell, only when it has not been fully opened, find a powerful soul sacrifice.

The Donghuang Bell instantly transformed into a figure several times larger in Qingcang's hands, and the red lotus in the upper realm was dyed into a raging fire.

Today, I still remember the scene when Mo Yuan raised Xuanyuanjian to rush to hug the East Emperor Bell. The bright red light bursting around the clock body passed through his body. In the ever-increasing red light, he suddenly turned his head and gently raised the corners of his lips.

Later, Senior Brother Seven, who was good at lip language, told us that when Master was dying, he only left two words. He said: Wait for me.

Mo Yuan is the master of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and no one knows the inside of the Eastern Emperor Bell better than him. Before being swallowed up by the clock body, Mo Yuan still cast his spells, fighting his soul to disperse, and he forced Qing Cang into the Eastern Emperor Bell. In this way, even if the head of the Eight Desolate Artifacts was sacrificed, the Ghost Race did not get half a discount.

Now that Guijun has been locked up, the eldest son he was brought out to be a general led the 30,000 remnants in front of the 100,000 Celestial Army, shaking like chaff, and hurriedly handed down the book.