Chapter 81 Pray for mercy

Qiu Yin felt strange.

She pretended to be a son-in-law, held Pingyang's hand, walked down the long street in red, and went to the Ximen with a scarf, and worshiped the heaven and earth three times, but it was required by the mission and forced by the situation, and there was no promise of "spending the rest of my life together" as mortals call it.

But later in the fairy road, she often recalled the red crumbs of firecrackers in the sky and the festive tunes that followed, as well as the cool temperature of the hand she was holding, and Yu Ruyi's opening of the veil.Deep and gentle eyes under the red candle.

Ping Yang said that she only woke up for a moment when the fog demon started to attack, who was the person who made the promise of this life with her?

In the past, when life and death came one after another, she didn't care about such "little things".

Thinking about it now, the technique of transforming shadows and distracting mind...who else could it be?

No wonder Xiao Baique's pink eye disease was cured suddenly, she thought it was because the feng shui in the mortal world was better than in the fairy world.

Under the layers of demons inside the demon body, the throbbing of the heart became more and more clear, as if to awaken the original soul of this body.

Qiu Yin pressed against the gold and copper, trying to open a gap to see what that person looks like at this moment. Why did she come to Bodhi Temple?Where does her smoky despondency come from?Is she wearing a red wedding dress?

Who is she going to marry?

Qiuyin began to get tired of the darkness inside the Buddha statue, since she climbed up from the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, she felt uneasy in the darkness for the first time.

She didn't even realize that the Sad Wind Sword had reached the gold and copper, and could tear open the gap at any time.

They looked at each other from a distance through the broken time through the compassionate Bodhisattva body.

"Begging others is better than asking yourself." Nan Henyu murmured in a daze, "So I didn't come here to beg you."

"It's quite arrogant." Qiu Yin thought, "Standing in front of the Bodhisattva and saying that I didn't come to beg you, is this a provocation?"

"It's just..." Nan Henyu paused for a moment, coughing again and again, as well as the trembling sound of jewels and emeralds on the golden silk red dress.

No, there are more.Qiu Yin listened carefully, she heard the subtle sounds of the flesh opening and the wound rupturing, as if it involved the whole body from one place, just listening to it made people's teeth sore.

Qiuyin frowned, was she injured?

"When I was young, I followed the seniors in the sect to the Bodhi Temple to pray. Although I didn't believe in it, I would like to entrust good things as encouragement.

Because of my youthful vigor, I petitioned in front of all the powerful seniors to be able to climb the clouds with a sword and become the "No. 1 person today".It was a hard job."Nan Henyu groaned hoarsely about the past, as if telling someone else's story, "But then I realized that Tao can be enlightened, swords can be sharpened, sprites can be broken, and clouds and sky can be reached.and delusion."

Qiu Yin was a little dazed when she heard that, before she was just daring to think about her girlhood, so Nan Henyu, who is so indifferent, would be so arrogant when she was young?

Nan Henyu said with difficulty: "The real unreachable...isn't this."

She was silent again.

Qiu Yin was curious and distressed. She wanted to know what made it difficult for a generation of sword immortals, but she was also afraid of the answer, feeling that it would not make her comfortable.

In the dead silence, Nan Henyu knelt down.

Qiu Yin heard the sound of her forehead knocking on the ground, only one sound, and did not get up again.

"I will take care of the other things." Nan Henyu whispered, "There is only one thing, I beg you."

"I don't ask her to be stunningly beautiful, I don't ask her to have a smooth journey to immortality, I don't ask her to transform into a god, and I don't even ask her to be healthy and smooth."

It was the first time Qiu Yin heard Nan Henyu's words that she could tremble like this, as if she was pressing all her emotions between her lips and tongue, biting her own flesh and blood for fear of revealing a bit and making herself crazy. She seemed to take off her laurel crown and exile herself: "I'm notSword Immortal, I am a mortal."

Qiu Yin recalled for no reason that during the war, the mortals who had lost their beloved family and country knelt before the gods and Buddhas to beg for mercy. They were painful and humble, and they gave up all their decency and skin for a self-comforting bubble, in order to ask the gods to hear.

"I just selfishly beg that she be her...just her."

Probably Nan Henyu was too pitiful when he said this. After Qiuyin entrusted his soul to the demons, he felt "pity" towards Nan Henyu for the first time. This kind of emotion is like an old book that has been opened.This word is a little unfamiliar, but when I read it, I will naturally recall all the things I read, and it flows smoothly.

It was a kind of unconditional affection for her, hoping that she would be happy, not wanting to embarrass her, all the awkwardness and estrangement would break through in a soft heart, just wanted to hold her hand, pull her into arms, just want to hug herHolding her, dispelling each other's cold, we are closely dependent on each other.

But now Qiuyin couldn't do it, she was anxiously stuffed in the gold and copper, unconsciously scratching the Buddha's body, she had a premonition that if she didn't say something at this time, the person in front of the Bodhisattva statue would never come back.

Qiu Yin smashed the copper wall hard, and the humming echoed in the Buddha statue. She didn't know what Nan Henyu was afraid of, so she could only follow her prayers for comfort: "I am, I am."

Nan Henyu, who knelt deeply into the ground, was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly raised her head to look at the golden and bronze Bodhisattva statue. The Bodhisattva looked at her sympathetically, as if she was really moved by her prayer, and lowered her sympathy.

"Bell—bell—"

The crisp sound of the Buddha bell is clear and distant, awakening the blurred dream, the thin light shines in from the top of the head, Qiu Yin sees her own shadow, she is still immersed in the last violent sound, it is very short, like Nan HenyuThe whole person dragged the hem of the skirt in embarrassment and rushed over...

No way, Jianxian is such a stable person.

And she couldn't hear either.Qiu Yin thought a little lonely.

Qiu Yin raised his head belatedly, and the Bodhisattva's head turned to one side again, revealing the exit of the round hole, like a round sky that can only be looked up at a frog well, and like a glimmer of life for a person trapped in darkness.

Sad Wind Sword became flexible, and asked cautiously: "What did you hear?"

Qiu Yin regained consciousness: "Didn't you hear?"

The Sad Wind Sword Spirit said nothing.

That is not heard.

"Shen Zhuolan came to worship." Qiu Yin simply repeated a few words, and found a tall and dull Bodhisattva statue. She straddled the Bodhisattva's crooked head in a disrespectful manner, taking a breath of fresh air, and her whole body seemed to come alive, "Suffocate megone."

The Sad Wind Sword Spirit gasped when it heard the word "Shen Zhuo Lan", and was frightened. It calmed down, and then listened to Qiu Yin let go of the thunder: "I also heard that Nan Henyu also came to worship."

"What?!" Sad Wind Sword Spirit raised eight tunes, "You still heard Nan Henyu!"

"Well, she seems to be hurt." Qiu Yin paused, "She said a lot of strange things."

The Sad Wind Sword Spirit hummed twice nervously, but it was silent, as if comforting.

Qiu Yin rarely touched its blade.

She couldn't figure it out for the time being, and she didn't want to think about it in other people's territory, so she turned her attention to the main pavilion.

The main pavilion of Tianhai Pavilion, the shadow is hidden in the dark, watching with cold eyes the people of Tianhai Pavilion merged into Baibaoji, turned around and entered the attic and spread into the library of Yatou Haidao, like a long cloud flowing, going up through the sky, down into the sea, like turning aroundBetween the sky and the sea, one can see the vastness and all spirits.

Qiu Yin flitted across the long library, looking east and west, but found no clues worth reading in the irritating words. Also, the Tianhai Pavilion was built late, and it was not comparable to the Linlang Book Pavilion of the Taiqing Emperor.She forced it.

She was here from the beginning. After all, Beifengjian and Nanhenyu couldn't say anything, and it would be useless to count on these useless old men. Maybe they would not believe in evil to fight back or ask for help, which would only increase the trouble.

Qiu Yin hooked a trace of the original breath of the Mountain and Sea Sword Formation from the Ten Thousand Demons, condensed on the fingertips and waited for the fish to take the bait, the silent library seemed to be waiting, and finally a faint golden thread appeared, converging into the depths.

She followed it, turned a blind eye, passed through layers of magic circles, and stopped in front of the tattered corner book basket, the golden thread disappeared, she rummaged through the book basket, and picked out the most torn ones among the old scrolls and broken pages,The end of the page is pitifully crushed, shaking stumps, ready to turn to ashes at any time.

It is written by Zhang Jiwen.

The first person's handwriting was half-dead and thrown into the corner to be eaten by mice, what kind of noodles.

Qiu Yin unfolded it with some distaste, pinching a corner, not daring to make a big move, for fear that the torn paper would fall into her hands. She tried to identify the ugly handwriting of the first person in front of her, and it took a lot of eyesight, thinking that he hated Yu more than NanNot more than a star and a half.

It is a few pages of rather unscrupulous travel notes, and it is not difficult to see the casualness of this Thousand Swordsman from one piece to the other.

"The Xuanling Sect may be as conservative as the direction of Lingshan. Regardless of the elders with beards mopping the floor for thousands of years, or the juniors who have not seen much in the world and should be whimsical, they all think that a monk should only have one sword in his life, just like a husband.One wife holds hands for the rest of my life, so I, a monk who fell in love with each other, became what they called a 'sexy person' with wives and concubines, which is slander."

"Spirit and sword are very compatible, just like cast iron chiseling. I think I just have some special skills than other Taoist friends. That is, my soul is especially loved by all kinds of swords. I also have a good understanding of different swords.I have a special liking for morality and righteousness, so it is indeed a bit '□□'... Fei Shu told my descendants that this is called 'the image of the emperor', if only my brothers and nephews could be so understanding, Is it a special ability for girls to speak beautifully? If so, I hope my group of male friends can also learn from it. "

Qiu Yin skipped some nonsense and looked down.

"The sword formation is done! Although it wasn't made in Xuanlingzong, I was on the way to find the sword in Bodhi Sea, and I drifted along Duanhai. The sword is called Hanchuan. I like it very much, because the name of the sword,It reminds me of the way Xuanling Mountain and Duanhai are closely connected, so I polished the Wushuang sword array and named it "Shanhai".kindness."

Bodhi Sea is the sea facing Tianhai Pavilion, and it should be the predecessor of Tianhai Pavilion.

"I went to Taiqingzong to see the wonderful scenery of the five peaks. Of course, I mainly wanted to see the Jiange, but I didn't expect to bring back a little girl who didn't like to talk. She was the young apprentice of the head of Taiqing, named Nan Henyu...

Fortunately, Miss Xiaonan just doesn't like to talk, she still has a bit of a proud childishness, which makes me feel a lot easier.

She is indeed very powerful, whether it is the way of swordsmanship or swordsmanship, compared to other disciples, she seldom asks me for advice, but every sentence is better than others asking for decades, and sometimes it gives me an epiphany.I am really ashamed to come up with some new ideas. I dare not pretend to be her teacher, even half of it is not worth it. Given time, she will definitely surpass me."

In the middle is Zhang Jiwen's notes on traveling around the world in search of swords. Qiu Yin looked back and focused his eyes.

"I got a new sword, like the ones girls like, slender and pretty, but I never refuse anyone.

The sword spirit of this sword is amazing, or it is willing to talk to people, and can communicate with me without any barriers. It seems that I will have a companion on the road of seeking swords in the future, at least it will not be so boring."

"It says it doesn't have a name, but I won't name it. The 'Big Head' and 'Er Wa' swords accuse me so much. I don't feel sorry for them 'rough guys', but I call this sword 'Three Irons'It's really insulting to its beauty, I'm afraid it won't talk to me, I wanted to ask Fairy Xiaonan to name it for me, but recently she was at the critical moment of realizing Dao Yuanying, and it's inconvenient to disturb her, so she traveled thousands of miles to ask Miss Lan to save her.I am in the fire and water, but the literary talent of the girl's family is different, called 'Kongyu'."

Qiu Yin was taken aback for a moment, this girl Lan should be the kind person who comforted Zhang Jiwen's "Emperor's Elephant Sangong Liuyuan" above, judging from Shen Zhuolan's words in the Bodhi Temple, she is Miss Lan—Kong Yujian's name is Shen Zhuolanstarted?

She briefly imagined the terrifying scene of the heroine calling the natal sword "Three Irons", and sincerely thought that Lu Wansi should give Shen Zhuolan a blow.

This Biyou Zuoren's "long tongue" is ridiculous.

Qiu Yin continued to turn back, but the words behind were all broken, the paper was rotten, and the fallen ashes fell on her palm, which was a little itchy and had a slight burning pain.

How come Kong Yu is gone?

Qiu Yin frowned, that sword was really evil, and she believed it was the twin sister of Beifeng Sword.

As soon as she got up, there was a faint white light in the book basket, like the moon falling snow, Qiu Yin looked back, and the familiar sword intent dissipated.

It is the sword intent of Wuchen.

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