[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

A misty fragrance of epiphyllum blew into Shulou with the wind, Xianfeng got up and bowed.

Jianzi turned his head, and saw Long Su swaying over with his fan, and asked, "What kind of event is it that requires Long Su, an outsider scholar, to eat and feed three times?"

Long Su sat down and let Xianfeng set the tableware for him, "I am the head of the Confucian school, so naturally I can't compare with the sword son Ru Xianyun and the wild cranes, but I am seeking his own government in his position, so I dare not slack off."

Seeing that Long Su didn't mean to say anything, Jian Zi didn't force it, and said casually, "Long Shou's Confucian family and his party are stained with epiphyllum and clear dew. It must be... the sword is out of the sword."

Long Su's golden eyes moved, and he could hear the meaning of Jianzi's words. He shook his head exaggeratedly, "Oh, my friend probably misunderstood me and wanted to cover it up. I really didn't use the axe today, but I just visited my peers to Touching."

Long Su's body is full of elegant and misty floral fragrance, swaying with the precious fan, lingering around, like a beautiful spring flower and autumn moon.

Since Long Su said so, Jianzi just believed it.He lowered his eyes and didn't ask any more questions.

I hope... the sudden and obvious fragrance of flowers is not to hide the smell of blood.

After drinking for three rounds, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.Long Su gestured with his eyes, and Xianfeng took out a sealed square brocade box.Long Su pointed at the pipe and said, "Today, I invited my friend over to present this great gift——I finally lived up to my promise."

Xianfeng lifted the lid of the brocade box and showed it to Jianzi, and saw a bloody human head on the exquisite brocade, half covered with scales, with eyes wide open and unrepentant—it was the head of the dragon offering sacrifices to heaven .

"Friend, how are you doing?"

Although it has been expected that Long Su's invitation is probably the result of the magic dragon, Jianzi is also sincerely pleased at this moment, opening his mouth and saying a string of good words, "It really is the Zilong who comes out, who will fight, the Confucian dragon head The sword skill is overwhelming, and the dragon is killed with a wave of the hand, without any effort."

"Don't you dare? It's just a fluke that the magic dragon didn't come across the unparalleled sword and the invincible Buddha sword, otherwise it would be wiped out in the blink of an eye."

The two complimented each other hypocritically, and the atmosphere suddenly became active.

Surrounded by beautiful scenery, delicacies from mountains and seas on the table, and friends and lovers in front of him, the head of the dragon worshiping the sky, exuding bloody and rancid smell, suddenly became extremely unsightly.

Long Su frowned, and waved his hand, "Feng'er take it and dispose of it, it's really a shame in front of such delicious food."

"Yes. Xianfeng closed the brocade box and returned the money.

"Long Su, do you know the daughter of the chivalrous sword?" Jianzi asked again as he watched Xianfeng go away.

"Well, that Mrs. Emperor Jia?"

"She was pregnant with the son of evil, and she was rescued by Shu Daoxing and sent to the Liufa Tiangong in the West Buddha Kingdom."

Long Su lacked interest, and boasted flatteringly, "As expected of a well-known swordsman who practiced swordsmanship in Shu, he is really brave and capable of rescuing the majestic Mrs. Jia in the heavily guarded bloodthirsty city of Jia."

"The incident of the evil son has a huge impact, but the innocent child is innocent, and we do not want to kill innocent pregnant women, so the little living Buddha intends to perform the Great Sun Mandala method for her, to purify the mother and child, and eliminate the invisible disaster. The time is tomorrow. "

"so?"

"Long Su," Jian Zi suddenly turned serious, earnestly, "Tomorrow Jia City will definitely not quit, you and I will go together to protect the Dharma for purification." However, as soon as the words came out, Long Su looked at Long Su's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile , Jianzi's heart sank.

"Jianzi," Long Su said with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as a pool of cold, "Do you know Tianzhang Sage?"

Jianzi already understood what Long Su wanted to say, he nodded, regretting for a moment.

"Yu Zi, he is my respected senior, Yu Gong, Tianzhang Ancient Sage Pavilion is an important school of Confucianism, and Saint Confucianism is also my trusted subordinate. There is also Tongwen Jianru, who is also a high-ranking Confucianist, a generation of rookies. And they all died at the hands of Xia Dao Shu Daoxing."

Long Su smoked the hookah slowly, the white smoke blurred his expression, making his words seem extremely indifferent, "The way of Shu killed the saints and Confucians because of the situation, and the killing of Tongwen was due to insanity. I know all these things are not all done by the way of Shu Wrong, plus Ru always..."

When Long Su said this, he smiled with ambiguous meaning, "You look at Shu Taoism differently, so at the time of Zhengyipo, the Confucianism Sect did not send anyone to question the crime. It's just that no disciple of our Confucianism Sect has ever been killed. We should be grateful for the reason why Dade went to help the murderer."

"I understand." Jianzi lowered his eyes, nodded, and said no more.

The white smoke gradually dissipated, Long Su lowered his eyes, held a water pipe, pondered, and added: "However, if the purification fails, I will go there. The hidden danger of the son of evil... really cannot be let go."

The killing intent in Long Su's words was too obvious, which made Jian Zi startled.

However, Jianzi lowered his head and sighed secretly, if the purification really failed, I'm afraid that's the only way to go.

After Jianzi left, Long Su still sat there, smoking a hookah and not saying a word.

Today... is a little out of control.

I have seen the rebels from the secret prison of the Confucianism, and I brought up the old things again. The past that I thought had rotted under the dust piled up by countless years, was caught off guard, and it was still so vivid and vivid.Young people don't know love and hate, and they are the most excited in their life. After hundreds of years of separation and determination, the boy's frowns and smiles are engraved in the memory, as if they are within reach.

But with people by your side, you can't wait and see.

The resentment that had been concealed for a long time suddenly surged in his heart, even though he had already learned the most perfect hypocrisy and obedience, after all, he leaked a trace of fierce murderous intent in the gap between his laughter and Yan Yan.

"Master," Mu Xianfeng's voice pulled him out of his chaotic and dark thoughts, "I have instructed Hua Banyue and others to go to the West Buddha Kingdom as you ordered."

"Yeah." Long Su nodded, and his eyes fell on the dinner plate that hadn't been cleared away on the table—the wood hibiscus was colorful and beautiful, and his eyebrows were raised, "Resisting frost flowers? Feng'er is really very considerate in hospitality."

Mu Xianfeng bowed her head and remained silent.

"Feng'er is so kind to Jianzi that I, the master, are jealous." Long Su's tone was light, he raised his pipe, and stopped Mu Xianfeng who was about to bow down and apologize.

"Master, I..." Xianfeng had tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip and was speechless.

Long Su smiled, the frost on his face melted, he helped Mu Xianfeng up with his own hands, "You are my most loyal subordinate and most caring disciple, how could I doubt you?"

Xianfeng lowered her head with a look of guilt on her face.

Seeing this, Long Su sighed, and his tone eased, "You have to remind Jianzi, there are so many opportunities to be quiet, and you don't want to deceive me by keeping this flower. Feng'er, your embarrassment, I How can you not know?"

"Jianzi has always loved you very much, and I can see it. You think about Jianzi, and it is... as it should be. But," Long Su said solemnly, "If there is a day when Jianzi and I have a stand against each other , you should know what to do."

"This subordinate understands." Mu Xianfeng bowed solemnly and then withdrew.

Long Su looked at her back, looked away, and picked up a hibiscus, "Ju Shuang Hua...Ju Shuang Hua, Feng'er, are you also worried about Jian Zi, wanting to warn him to stay away from me?"

The bowl-sized crimson flowers have begun to wilt because they have been separated from the branches for a long time, and they no longer have the previous brilliant color.Long Su casually threw the flowers on the ground, got up and left the gazebo.

There is a reopening day, and no one is young.

The next day, Liufa Tiangong and Kongzang Palace.

The array of seven magical instruments is arranged, and Liu Xiangyin is lying in the center, surrounded by relics.The little Living Buddha held clear dew in his hand, recited the secret mantra of Tantric Buddhism, and performed the purification method of the Great Sun Mandala. The two guardians held the sun mirror and the moon mirror respectively, and the golden light in the mirror was shining, facing Liu Xiangyin.

With the sound of the little living Buddha's chanting, the holy Buddha's light shrouded it. Liu Xiangyin's face was full of bean-sized beads of sweat, and she kept moaning in pain. Black air was faintly released from her abdomen, which was continuously purified by the Buddha's light.

"It hurts..." Liu Xiangyin, who was restrained, almost fell into a coma, and let out a weak cry.

The Little Living Buddha's face was calm, but his eyes were compassionate but determined, "The time has come, the Great Sun Mandala, the Seven Buddhas will eliminate sins."

He sprinkled dew all over and was about to cast a spell when a black shadow of a baby suddenly appeared on Liu Xiangyin's abdomen. The surrounding prayer flags broke through.

The Four-Orthodox Dharma Formation has been broken, and the Great Sun Mandala Dharma was forced to stop.

The little living Buddha sighed softly, "Xitan Wuliang." In the end, it was a failure.

He raised his hand to untie the restraints on Liu Xiangyin's body, and signaled the priest to look for Shu Daoxing who was waiting outside the hall, "Let him take her away."

Shu Daoxing, who was waiting outside the hall, was already distracted when he heard his daughter's screams. Seeing the priest walk out, he hurriedly asked, "How is my daughter?"

Jianzi looked at the words and expressions, and saw that the form of the priest seemed to be wounded, so he had some ominous premonition, "How is the Buddha, has the purification succeeded?"

At this time, the priest was facing Shu Daoxing, his expression was not as peaceful as before. Due to the order of the Buddha, he said bluntly: "The purification has not been completed, and the Buddha has lost his power. He is adjusting his breath. I want you to take Liu Xiangyin away."

Both Shu Daoxing and Jianzi were shocked. Right now, this can be said to be the worst news. The only way to solve the disaster peacefully has been strangled to death.

Waiting for the news together, Qixiang and Bashen, the guardians of Liufa Tiangong, stopped Shu Daoxing after hearing the words, "To protect the common people in the world, this woman cannot stay." Putting on a posture, Shu Daoxing was not allowed to enter the Kongzang Palace.

Shu Daoxing drew his sword out of its sheath and performed Yuan Gong. Suddenly, the two sides were at war with each other, and the situation was on the verge of breaking out.

Jianzi let out a long sigh, and was about to speak to mediate, when suddenly there was a long and gloomy howl from far to near, and the guardian bells of the entire Heavenly Palace rang to warn, a cloud of black mist appeared at the gate of the hall, and it was the emperor Simon who appeared.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time?" Simon raised his top hat and watched the confrontation between the two sides with interest.

Jianzi's expression froze, and he gave a salute to Qixiang and Bazhi, "Two guardians, no matter what, let's stop the bloodthirsty people together first." After finishing speaking, he went out first, with a clear whistle, Gu Chen suddenly pulled out of his sheath, and made a move Wushuang under heaven attacked Simon.Seven Phases and Eight Consciousnesses looked at each other, followed behind him with magic weapons, and blocked Simon together.

Simon was arrogant, he waved his cloak, and the turbulent air just counteracted Gu Chen's sword energy, but he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He flew up instantly with the impact of the sword. The sword's heart was not good, Gu Chen's pure and holy light reappeared, and he chased after him through the air , Another white voice suddenly appeared in the void. With a wave of the cloak, he drew out his sword to block Gu Chen, but it was Timo who was hiding his figure.

"Your opponent is me." Timo sneered, his face turned ferocious in an instant, seeing Jianzi chasing after him with seven senses and eight senses, but calmly swiped his sword to block Gu Chen, facing the siege of the three, Show off the power of the bloodthirsty clan.

Simon smiled triumphantly and teleported into the hall.

Shu Daoxing had just seen the sword beckoning with his eyes, and the moment Gu Chen unsheathed, he rushed into the empty mirror hall, picked up his unconscious daughter and fled from another exit.As soon as Simon entered, he happened to see Shu Daoxing running into the corridor, with the evil knife in his hand unsheathed.

The evil knife was dark, with a strange cold light, and stabbed towards the unsuspecting Shu Dao, but suddenly another broad-backed thick sword flew out of the air to stop it, sparks flew all over the moment, and the swords fell obliquely.

After such a blockage, the road to Shu has disappeared.

Simon lowered his face, raised his hand, and took the evil knife that landed, and looked at the two people who appeared out of thin air on the throne of the Kongjing Temple.

The little living Buddha recited the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's sword parted and his face sank like water.

"Depending on you, can you stop me?" Simon sneered, the evil knife turned, and the sharp light of the knife shrouded it, as if the darkest night had fallen.