Jinghai Temple is actually a small temple, and the incense is not very strong. There is a century-old camphor tree in the temple, and the green shade is as faint as the fragrance of the cover. However, this small place really has a bit of Buddhist meaning.
After entering the temple, I found a little novice monk late. After asking for advice, I said that I was asking for the abbot to get the donor's things.
The abbot quickly came out to welcome the guests, and was a little surprised when he saw the three of them: In the past, they were all middle-aged donors coming to pick up things, why did three of them come this time?
Evening mèi clasped his hands together: It happened that the master had something to do, so he sent the three of us to pick it up. The one who sent the things was a female donor Mo He, and the things were a pile of paper wrapped in oil paper.
The abbot nodded repeatedly, no longer doubted, took out the oil paper bag from his arms, handed it to Wanmie and retreated.
Qin Yusang's body was already trembling at this time, and he habitually started playing with his fingers.
The thing was taken apart by the night, and he trembled and looked up: No...it wasn't a love letter, my wife and Fang Ge...
Wanmèi sneered and handed the thing to his hand, letting him look carefully
As a result, Qin Yusang sighed after taking a look. Fortunately, this letter was definitely not a love letter.
It is true that his wife Mo He's handwriting is written on the paper, but he remembers a record of writing, saying that he had read someday and learned what tricks he had learned, and wrote them in detail.
So his voice immediately became louder: What's the matter? You asked me to come, were you surprised to see this?
Wanmèi sighed and blinked at him: My Deputy Leader Qin, it seems that you are really stupid. Don’t you know how valuable the things written on this paper are?
Qin Yusang also blinked with her, and took a step back and touched her forehead: OK, then I'll ask you, if you are the head of the Diancang Sect, you can't figure it out with a sword move, I'll point you out now, will you be grateful to me, and you're even more devoted to me
Qin Yusang didn't blink anymore, and began to understand, but finally got a clue after being touched by the late-mèi
At this moment, the wind happened to blow away the papers in the courtyard wall, as if he had opened his ignorant past.
The house was bought by Fang Ge, and his wife was married to him. He lived in the house for ten years and almost never went out. I don’t know how many pieces of paper I have figured out to finish writing the things I have figured out
At this time, I approached again and said: Do you understand the value of your other party’s song now? He can use you to be kind to others and understand the way of martial arts. You are just his chess piece. Your house is your cage, and the so-called wife is just a supervisor!
Qin Yusang was stunned and still pinched the stack of letter paper: You don’t need to say these things, although I am slow, I am not stupid either.
His tone was calm, but his face was gray and his eyes were covered with mist.
The simpler a person is often the more fragile. Because of the simplest belief, there is no need to make mistakes.
Fang Ge has been his belief for so many years. Now this belief has begun to shake. He is like stepping on the clouds, not knowing where he will fall.
At this time, I opened my fur, wrapped him tightly, wrapped him in my chest, and said softly: Why not be yourself from today, like the people you like, and do what you like, how about it?
Qin Yusang felt ache in his heart, and there was no idea where the impulse came from. Suddenly, he was late at night and kissed her fiercely, holding her waist with both hands, as if he was going to be himself at this moment.
Under Fengqiu, he was only wearing a bellyband tulle skirt. He smiled freely at night, his body tightly pressed against him, and he was breathing heavily under the tree of one leaf and one Bodhi. His hands slid into Qin Yusang's collar, his legs crossed over his waist, and he buried his head between his breasts.
Tell me how Fang Ge's barrier was broken. She whispered during the breathing gap: If you avenge me, I will follow you, wander around the world every day, challenge people everywhere, and choose all the good sects of Mingmen.
After saying this, Qin Yusang's body suddenly became stiff and became cold: Why do you have to break the barrier? That barrier is a magical art in the southern border. Fang Ge will definitely not use it unless he has to.
Because he had no choice but to raise his eyebrows and tangled him tighter: We plotted against him on the road, and he was poisoned by us. It was obviously no longer possible, but he just made a barrier. If the knife could not be cut into the water, we had no choice. So we came to ask you
Qin Yusang took a breath, and when he looked at me again, there was a knife hidden in his eyes, and he broke her hands and feet apart.
He exploits you like this, and you are still looking at him?! I took a step closer to him and looked at him: Are you really heartless?
Qin Yusang lowered his eyes: He is sorry to me, I will be sorry to him. I don't agree with your thoughts.
Wanmie frowned, looked around and finally took out something, it was a child's long-lived silver lock
If you are not foolish, I don't have to force you. She sighed: I think you can recognize this thing. You can choose one of the affectionate Fang Ge and your lovely son.
Qin Yusang's final answer was to choose his son, so he and Wan Mèi walked into the dense forest, saying that the barrier was difficult to break, so he had to see it with his own eyes.
The forest is very deep. After walking for a long time, the three of them arrived at the destination. Qin Yusang saw a flowing cyclone from afar. It was indeed the barrier of southern Xinjiang that he taught Fang Ge.
When he walked closer, he saw Fang Ge lying on the ground, his hair was covered with loose covering his face, he was wearing his usual gray clothes, his back was swept by a whip, there was a large piece of blood, and a poisonous dart was inserted.
At that moment, he was moved by his heart, recalling Rong Guang, who was standing on the top of the martial arts world with his sword, couldn't help but sigh.
The hero is at the end of his life, is he really going to be buried here?
I was already impatient at night: What are you still thinking about? This barrier was taught by you. Is it really so difficult to break?
Qin Yusang nodded: The barrier and the witchcraft are the two major evil techniques in the southern Xinjiang. He formed this world at the last moment, but in fact he had already forced the poison into the barrier. I had to find the Death Gate and stab it in with a sword, break his realm, and force the poison back to his body.
He won't lie, this is true, he just didn't say it all
There is a death gate in the barrier, but there is also a life gate. If the life gate is stabbed, the barrier will also be broken, and the poison will flow backwards along the sword-holder's true energy and all of them will be on the body of the stinger.
Now that a long sword is in his hand, the life and death gate are all in front of him, he is out of his body and remembers many old things.
When his parents died at the age of eight, Fang Ge came to pay his respects and helped him up for the first time. The warmth of his hands remains to this day
When he was twenty years old, Fang Ge got married. He was drunk and even happier than getting married.
At the age of 26, he had a son, Fang Ge came to have a full moon wine and hugged the child silly for a night.
If he has been acting for more than 20 years, then there should be times when he is distracted and makes the fake play real
Should I hate him? In the end, he asked in his heart and asked himself honestly: Do I hate him at all?
The answer is yes. He breathed, and the true energy in his body flowed, holding a sword and stabbed into the barrier.
The barrier formed a vortex at the tip of his sword, and the rotation became more and more rapid. In the end, everyone was confused to a point. With a countercurrent, all attacked his body.
The right hand holding the sword was numb. His hand was like lightning to seal the heart gate, and he bent down to support Fang Ge.
Yes, he hates him a little, but it's not enough
Even if Fang Ge is so sophisticated and sleek, he is not worthy of being his god, but those twenty years of age are real, at least he is still his friend
If you save him, you will definitely save your son. Even if you die, he will definitely save him, because he is Fang Ge, the experienced and omnipotent Fang Ge
He had already thought about everything he should have thought, except for one thing. If this person was not Fang Ge, if all this was just a mystery, what would happen?
It turned out that he died
Everything is all in the calculation. Fang Ge in his arms had a silver needle in his hand, and there was a poisonous agent on it. As long as he was stabbed in any blood vessel, he would kill him immediately.
The man was a ninth-rate killer hired by Mèi for three thousand taels of silver. He was indeed dedicated to his work. He also stabbed the needle, but he did not stab the blood vessel and ran away.
Qin Yusang suddenly realized that Jian Rumai had practiced a sword to cut the man's throat, then he picked up the sword flowers in the sky, and a deep blood mark was cut in the middle of his eyebrows.
But the true qi activates poison and immediately enters his heart. Evening mèi waves Shenyin, and has already covered his neck before February's move.
Don't worry, the silver lock was stolen, I didn't touch your son. She said to Qin Yusang Mingche, Shen Yin retreated, and watched him finally fall to the ground.
Poison is the poison of southern Xinjiang. It will evaporate in two days without leaving any trace. I turned around and ordered February: Did you bring the note that he wrote two words Fang Ge?
February quickly took out the note
Two days later, you take him to the vicinity of Jinghai Temple. Remember not to be in the temple, don’t be too far away from the temple. Late mèi waved his hand: Write the word "咪" on the ground, learn the handwriting above, and then do a new moon wound. Qin Yusang taught it three times, and you should learn it too.
February nodded quickly and smiled very flatteringly: In this way, people will find Jinghai Temple, know that we can cheat on the manuscript today, and also know that Qin Yusang was suspicious of Fang Ge, so Fang Ge had a motive to kill him. I know that our master is a magic trick.
Evening mèi glanced at him, his eyes full of sarcasm: Since you know my magic tricks, then I want you to pretend to be Fang Ge, why don't you?
February coughed dryly: I was worried that my master would go to see Qin Yusang alone, so I...
Are you afraid that he will stab you to death, right? Late Mèi's laughter: I have been living and dying for more than 20 years, how can that kind of relationship be so easy to cut off this truth? How can a heartless person like you understand
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The night is deep, the lights in the house are dim, and a huge Persian wool blanket is laid on the ground, soft and white, and people lie on their heads like lying in clouds.
Cailuo is now lying on this blanket, pillowing her hands behind her head, watching a male servant holding another man's root in her mouth, and she was sobbing and provoking him to ejaculate the tenth semen tonight
This man had eaten the strong sex, and his face was now sallow, but he couldn't stand the teasing. The man who had just been depressed immediately stood up again.
It's really a beautiful way to die. Cai Luo Liuyou's eyes were gentle, and he poked another male servant kneeling at his feet with his toes: Go too, fuck him from behind him
The male servant stood up and walked forward to penetrate the poor man's backyard. Although his movements aroused desire, his heart was filled with coldness.
After the twelfth shot, the man began to shake, his eyes were bright, as if the candle at the end suddenly shone brightly, and he turned around and looked at the man beside the mistress.
The mistress kneeled beside the blanket. She watched the person beside her tremble more and more. She could not even hold the pastry plate. She quickly reached out to hold him.
These two are twin brothers. How can you feel at ease when you see your biological brother die so sadly?
The mistress sighed in her heart, her body knelt lower, the unhealed wound on her back broke silently, and blood fell on the blanket one by one
Pain is inevitable, but it also made him awake. I remember the thin copper thorn that was one foot long was stitched into which wound, and I also confirmed that the wound had broken.
Cailuo is now in front of him. He only needs to find a suitable opportunity to pull out the copper sting and stab her body. Then the pain and hardships of more than ten years will be worth it.
And the Cailuo was already waving: You three, come up to serve me, you, the one who serves the pastry, bring my thousand-layer cakes
After hearing this, the mistress stepped forward and slid her hand over Cai Luoxin's long legs. Somehow she remembered the night.
He saw the Fluor that day, clearly saw it, and also understood the intention of Nanmèi, to tell himself that she was still working hard and never gave up
He also promised her that he would work together with her to break the gold, and finally fly away
But today, I will definitely die and will definitely let her down. I didn't even say hello, so I left her alone in the Ghost Gate, leaving her alone from now on.
Even if I don’t let down my ancestors, I’ve let down her, I’ve won the dead but the living. I’m still betrayed the trust. The mistress smiled bitterly in her heart, and her hand slowly slid across Cailuo’s thighs and came to her private parts.
At this moment, a sob came from beside him. The man ejaculated again, finally fell to the ground without raising his body, curled up in a bow shape, and his five fingers were spreading in pain.
But the other two people were afraid to stop their lives, and were still moving there, and were forced to humiliate a dead man.
The mistress looked up and saw a magical flash in his brother's eyes. Suddenly, she crushed the thousand-layer cake in her hand, and the residue fell on Cai Luo's face.
He was crazy, completely crazy
A hypothesis flows through the mistress's mind: If I die too, I will die more miserable than this person, then will I go crazy and lose my mind later, and will eventually be doomed
This assumption made him awake, and suddenly all his thoughts were gone, and the murderous aura retreated from the bottom of his heart.
I'll kill you! A sudden shout came from the room. It was the man's brother who pulled out a thin knife from under the tray. At this moment, the sword light was bright and stabbed straight towards Cailuo's face.
After entering the temple, I found a little novice monk late. After asking for advice, I said that I was asking for the abbot to get the donor's things.
The abbot quickly came out to welcome the guests, and was a little surprised when he saw the three of them: In the past, they were all middle-aged donors coming to pick up things, why did three of them come this time?
Evening mèi clasped his hands together: It happened that the master had something to do, so he sent the three of us to pick it up. The one who sent the things was a female donor Mo He, and the things were a pile of paper wrapped in oil paper.
The abbot nodded repeatedly, no longer doubted, took out the oil paper bag from his arms, handed it to Wanmie and retreated.
Qin Yusang's body was already trembling at this time, and he habitually started playing with his fingers.
The thing was taken apart by the night, and he trembled and looked up: No...it wasn't a love letter, my wife and Fang Ge...
Wanmèi sneered and handed the thing to his hand, letting him look carefully
As a result, Qin Yusang sighed after taking a look. Fortunately, this letter was definitely not a love letter.
It is true that his wife Mo He's handwriting is written on the paper, but he remembers a record of writing, saying that he had read someday and learned what tricks he had learned, and wrote them in detail.
So his voice immediately became louder: What's the matter? You asked me to come, were you surprised to see this?
Wanmèi sighed and blinked at him: My Deputy Leader Qin, it seems that you are really stupid. Don’t you know how valuable the things written on this paper are?
Qin Yusang also blinked with her, and took a step back and touched her forehead: OK, then I'll ask you, if you are the head of the Diancang Sect, you can't figure it out with a sword move, I'll point you out now, will you be grateful to me, and you're even more devoted to me
Qin Yusang didn't blink anymore, and began to understand, but finally got a clue after being touched by the late-mèi
At this moment, the wind happened to blow away the papers in the courtyard wall, as if he had opened his ignorant past.
The house was bought by Fang Ge, and his wife was married to him. He lived in the house for ten years and almost never went out. I don’t know how many pieces of paper I have figured out to finish writing the things I have figured out
At this time, I approached again and said: Do you understand the value of your other party’s song now? He can use you to be kind to others and understand the way of martial arts. You are just his chess piece. Your house is your cage, and the so-called wife is just a supervisor!
Qin Yusang was stunned and still pinched the stack of letter paper: You don’t need to say these things, although I am slow, I am not stupid either.
His tone was calm, but his face was gray and his eyes were covered with mist.
The simpler a person is often the more fragile. Because of the simplest belief, there is no need to make mistakes.
Fang Ge has been his belief for so many years. Now this belief has begun to shake. He is like stepping on the clouds, not knowing where he will fall.
At this time, I opened my fur, wrapped him tightly, wrapped him in my chest, and said softly: Why not be yourself from today, like the people you like, and do what you like, how about it?
Qin Yusang felt ache in his heart, and there was no idea where the impulse came from. Suddenly, he was late at night and kissed her fiercely, holding her waist with both hands, as if he was going to be himself at this moment.
Under Fengqiu, he was only wearing a bellyband tulle skirt. He smiled freely at night, his body tightly pressed against him, and he was breathing heavily under the tree of one leaf and one Bodhi. His hands slid into Qin Yusang's collar, his legs crossed over his waist, and he buried his head between his breasts.
Tell me how Fang Ge's barrier was broken. She whispered during the breathing gap: If you avenge me, I will follow you, wander around the world every day, challenge people everywhere, and choose all the good sects of Mingmen.
After saying this, Qin Yusang's body suddenly became stiff and became cold: Why do you have to break the barrier? That barrier is a magical art in the southern border. Fang Ge will definitely not use it unless he has to.
Because he had no choice but to raise his eyebrows and tangled him tighter: We plotted against him on the road, and he was poisoned by us. It was obviously no longer possible, but he just made a barrier. If the knife could not be cut into the water, we had no choice. So we came to ask you
Qin Yusang took a breath, and when he looked at me again, there was a knife hidden in his eyes, and he broke her hands and feet apart.
He exploits you like this, and you are still looking at him?! I took a step closer to him and looked at him: Are you really heartless?
Qin Yusang lowered his eyes: He is sorry to me, I will be sorry to him. I don't agree with your thoughts.
Wanmie frowned, looked around and finally took out something, it was a child's long-lived silver lock
If you are not foolish, I don't have to force you. She sighed: I think you can recognize this thing. You can choose one of the affectionate Fang Ge and your lovely son.
Qin Yusang's final answer was to choose his son, so he and Wan Mèi walked into the dense forest, saying that the barrier was difficult to break, so he had to see it with his own eyes.
The forest is very deep. After walking for a long time, the three of them arrived at the destination. Qin Yusang saw a flowing cyclone from afar. It was indeed the barrier of southern Xinjiang that he taught Fang Ge.
When he walked closer, he saw Fang Ge lying on the ground, his hair was covered with loose covering his face, he was wearing his usual gray clothes, his back was swept by a whip, there was a large piece of blood, and a poisonous dart was inserted.
At that moment, he was moved by his heart, recalling Rong Guang, who was standing on the top of the martial arts world with his sword, couldn't help but sigh.
The hero is at the end of his life, is he really going to be buried here?
I was already impatient at night: What are you still thinking about? This barrier was taught by you. Is it really so difficult to break?
Qin Yusang nodded: The barrier and the witchcraft are the two major evil techniques in the southern Xinjiang. He formed this world at the last moment, but in fact he had already forced the poison into the barrier. I had to find the Death Gate and stab it in with a sword, break his realm, and force the poison back to his body.
He won't lie, this is true, he just didn't say it all
There is a death gate in the barrier, but there is also a life gate. If the life gate is stabbed, the barrier will also be broken, and the poison will flow backwards along the sword-holder's true energy and all of them will be on the body of the stinger.
Now that a long sword is in his hand, the life and death gate are all in front of him, he is out of his body and remembers many old things.
When his parents died at the age of eight, Fang Ge came to pay his respects and helped him up for the first time. The warmth of his hands remains to this day
When he was twenty years old, Fang Ge got married. He was drunk and even happier than getting married.
At the age of 26, he had a son, Fang Ge came to have a full moon wine and hugged the child silly for a night.
If he has been acting for more than 20 years, then there should be times when he is distracted and makes the fake play real
Should I hate him? In the end, he asked in his heart and asked himself honestly: Do I hate him at all?
The answer is yes. He breathed, and the true energy in his body flowed, holding a sword and stabbed into the barrier.
The barrier formed a vortex at the tip of his sword, and the rotation became more and more rapid. In the end, everyone was confused to a point. With a countercurrent, all attacked his body.
The right hand holding the sword was numb. His hand was like lightning to seal the heart gate, and he bent down to support Fang Ge.
Yes, he hates him a little, but it's not enough
Even if Fang Ge is so sophisticated and sleek, he is not worthy of being his god, but those twenty years of age are real, at least he is still his friend
If you save him, you will definitely save your son. Even if you die, he will definitely save him, because he is Fang Ge, the experienced and omnipotent Fang Ge
He had already thought about everything he should have thought, except for one thing. If this person was not Fang Ge, if all this was just a mystery, what would happen?
It turned out that he died
Everything is all in the calculation. Fang Ge in his arms had a silver needle in his hand, and there was a poisonous agent on it. As long as he was stabbed in any blood vessel, he would kill him immediately.
The man was a ninth-rate killer hired by Mèi for three thousand taels of silver. He was indeed dedicated to his work. He also stabbed the needle, but he did not stab the blood vessel and ran away.
Qin Yusang suddenly realized that Jian Rumai had practiced a sword to cut the man's throat, then he picked up the sword flowers in the sky, and a deep blood mark was cut in the middle of his eyebrows.
But the true qi activates poison and immediately enters his heart. Evening mèi waves Shenyin, and has already covered his neck before February's move.
Don't worry, the silver lock was stolen, I didn't touch your son. She said to Qin Yusang Mingche, Shen Yin retreated, and watched him finally fall to the ground.
Poison is the poison of southern Xinjiang. It will evaporate in two days without leaving any trace. I turned around and ordered February: Did you bring the note that he wrote two words Fang Ge?
February quickly took out the note
Two days later, you take him to the vicinity of Jinghai Temple. Remember not to be in the temple, don’t be too far away from the temple. Late mèi waved his hand: Write the word "咪" on the ground, learn the handwriting above, and then do a new moon wound. Qin Yusang taught it three times, and you should learn it too.
February nodded quickly and smiled very flatteringly: In this way, people will find Jinghai Temple, know that we can cheat on the manuscript today, and also know that Qin Yusang was suspicious of Fang Ge, so Fang Ge had a motive to kill him. I know that our master is a magic trick.
Evening mèi glanced at him, his eyes full of sarcasm: Since you know my magic tricks, then I want you to pretend to be Fang Ge, why don't you?
February coughed dryly: I was worried that my master would go to see Qin Yusang alone, so I...
Are you afraid that he will stab you to death, right? Late Mèi's laughter: I have been living and dying for more than 20 years, how can that kind of relationship be so easy to cut off this truth? How can a heartless person like you understand
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The night is deep, the lights in the house are dim, and a huge Persian wool blanket is laid on the ground, soft and white, and people lie on their heads like lying in clouds.
Cailuo is now lying on this blanket, pillowing her hands behind her head, watching a male servant holding another man's root in her mouth, and she was sobbing and provoking him to ejaculate the tenth semen tonight
This man had eaten the strong sex, and his face was now sallow, but he couldn't stand the teasing. The man who had just been depressed immediately stood up again.
It's really a beautiful way to die. Cai Luo Liuyou's eyes were gentle, and he poked another male servant kneeling at his feet with his toes: Go too, fuck him from behind him
The male servant stood up and walked forward to penetrate the poor man's backyard. Although his movements aroused desire, his heart was filled with coldness.
After the twelfth shot, the man began to shake, his eyes were bright, as if the candle at the end suddenly shone brightly, and he turned around and looked at the man beside the mistress.
The mistress kneeled beside the blanket. She watched the person beside her tremble more and more. She could not even hold the pastry plate. She quickly reached out to hold him.
These two are twin brothers. How can you feel at ease when you see your biological brother die so sadly?
The mistress sighed in her heart, her body knelt lower, the unhealed wound on her back broke silently, and blood fell on the blanket one by one
Pain is inevitable, but it also made him awake. I remember the thin copper thorn that was one foot long was stitched into which wound, and I also confirmed that the wound had broken.
Cailuo is now in front of him. He only needs to find a suitable opportunity to pull out the copper sting and stab her body. Then the pain and hardships of more than ten years will be worth it.
And the Cailuo was already waving: You three, come up to serve me, you, the one who serves the pastry, bring my thousand-layer cakes
After hearing this, the mistress stepped forward and slid her hand over Cai Luoxin's long legs. Somehow she remembered the night.
He saw the Fluor that day, clearly saw it, and also understood the intention of Nanmèi, to tell himself that she was still working hard and never gave up
He also promised her that he would work together with her to break the gold, and finally fly away
But today, I will definitely die and will definitely let her down. I didn't even say hello, so I left her alone in the Ghost Gate, leaving her alone from now on.
Even if I don’t let down my ancestors, I’ve let down her, I’ve won the dead but the living. I’m still betrayed the trust. The mistress smiled bitterly in her heart, and her hand slowly slid across Cailuo’s thighs and came to her private parts.
At this moment, a sob came from beside him. The man ejaculated again, finally fell to the ground without raising his body, curled up in a bow shape, and his five fingers were spreading in pain.
But the other two people were afraid to stop their lives, and were still moving there, and were forced to humiliate a dead man.
The mistress looked up and saw a magical flash in his brother's eyes. Suddenly, she crushed the thousand-layer cake in her hand, and the residue fell on Cai Luo's face.
He was crazy, completely crazy
A hypothesis flows through the mistress's mind: If I die too, I will die more miserable than this person, then will I go crazy and lose my mind later, and will eventually be doomed
This assumption made him awake, and suddenly all his thoughts were gone, and the murderous aura retreated from the bottom of his heart.
I'll kill you! A sudden shout came from the room. It was the man's brother who pulled out a thin knife from under the tray. At this moment, the sword light was bright and stabbed straight towards Cailuo's face.
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