Emotion, no one has said clearly what kind of emotion this is since ancient times, there is a living example of Jing Yao's side, a person who has suffered a thousand kinds of pain for the sake of his beloved, and who is he talking to?

Forty years ago, in the battle of the Dragon Palace, Jing Yao felt that the relationship between the two was a little unusual from the perspective of Mo Xinyan, especially Mo Xinyan's gaze at Ming Zun was an indescribable remorse, resentment and reluctance, which was the gaze of lovers.

Later, a lot of things happened, causing Jing Yao to think that it had nothing to do with emotion, it was just a friend, and Mo Xinyan was willing to pay a huge price.

After being confirmed by Fu Hui's mouth, Jing Yao knew that the feeling at the beginning was the inference that fit the facts, and a woman's sixth sense was often accurate and terrifying.

Fleur sighed, looked into the distance and reminded: "The event-oriented truth is just a drama performed by Huang Quan with the help of people's unpredictable hearts, even an outsider like me can understand it, why can't you figure it out?"

Mo Xinyan said: "Being in the game, how can I see the truth clearly? Okay, the number of times I can awaken is not much, what good is it to say more? When you meet that person, you will understand that everything I have done is not crazy, and you will be the same." ”

Fleur sneered: "If such a person really appears, I will definitely kill her." ”

Mo Xinyan couldn't help but smile and said: "That said, you can do it again? And you are all old, even if you meet the person who is destined to ......"

"Get out. ”

......

Mo Xinyan and Fu Hui hugged one last time, the former dissipated, Jing Yao noticed that the lines of her spine were crawling with cracks, and she knew that every time Mo Xinyan woke up, the cracks on the top would deepen until they turned into powder......

Fleur frowned and was silent for a while, and after a long time, she said happily, "Come and walk with me in the old place." ”

There is an essential difference between the Sword Sect and 100,000 years ago, the mountain peak from the Luan Stacking Mountains has disappeared, the former Sword Sect's majestic temple has collapsed, and the Sword Pavilion that towered into the air is gone, replaced by a plain-like wasteland, Jing Yao thought that Fu Hui was a little sad, but she found out that it was wrong, Fu Rui just smiled at all this.

"Xiao Jingyao, how can you cultivate your heart if your heart is uneven? The past is like a shackle, and the unpenetrable red dust of the past will kill people alive, people are still there, and a few broken houses are gone, what's the big deal? Is it too tiring to live with self-pity in the sad spring and autumn?"

"Ancestral teachings of Xie Furui. ”

Jing Yao arched her hand, she had already understood this truth, but it was not easy to make it light and light, how easy was it to talk about it?

Crossing a river, listening to the gentle sound of the clear spring, the white flags in the major regions in the distance shook vigorously, Jing Yao also turned a blind eye, Fu Hui smiled slightly: "Xiao Jing Yao, will you be impatient to let you stand with me, an old woman, for so long?"

Jing Yao hurriedly said: "With honor, don't think too much about the ancestor. ”

"I think so too. Fleur said as a matter of course: "A strong person like me will cause a sensation if he goes out casually, and pickled goods with stinky feet abound, but I know that the reason why those people hold stinky feet is because they want to get benefits from me......"

Jing Yao began to have a headache again, this ancestor was cold when he didn't speak, and when he opened his mouth, he was shocked, and he was very good at sticking gold on his face when he spoke straightforwardly.

She couldn't help but think that the fundamental reason for the rebellion of the Sword Sect back then was that the major sects that had been squeezed by Fu Rui when she was the sect master could not come to the stage, and people held a grudge in their hearts and warned the younger disciples to take it as a warning, and there was a chance to destroy this too sharp and cheap Optimus Sword Sect?

Jing Yao diverted the topic and said, "Patriarch Fuhui ......"

"Let me be intoxicated for a moment. Furao waved her hand and said regretfully: "People are not afraid of doing wrong things in this life, what they are afraid of is that there is no chance to correct it, I am hopeless, of course, I don't plan to change, I don't know how long I can live, I just be happy, and if I am not convinced, I will stand up and compare." ”

Jing Yao smiled dryly: "Patriarch Fu Hui has a straightforward temperament and should be a model for my generation. ”

"What a fart. Fu Rui scolded with a smile: "People call our generation a mythical generation, this means that a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend, and there are many geniuses, and naturally develop a perverse personality that is empty-eyed, and no one cares about it, before the creation of the Sword Sect, our senior sister and brother three studied under Tianquan Laosuo, the master was born with a disability, many exercises are difficult to cultivate, and he can't see the scenery of a higher realm in his life, so he will put hope into the three of us." ”

Jing Yao said in her heart: This is the ancient version of Jackie Chan, the epitome of Jackie Chan, and Jackie Phoenix...... But that's not a reason for your temperament.

Fu Hui said: "Haven't you heard that the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked? We are in the same line, what is the master like, and the apprentice is not the same?"

Insight into what the inner world thinks, Jing Yao can barely do it, so it is not surprising, for the evaluation of Tianquan Lao Suo's sentence, Jing Yao thought it was true, when she substituted Mo Xinyan's vision, she had experienced the old woman's means.

Let a monk who has not entered the fusion realm swim freely, this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can do, and there is that way of refining the heart, Mo Xinyan can survive is also a great luck.

Therefore, Jing Yao was relieved of Fu Hui's domineering.

"It's okay to hurt others and not to yourself, but if you hurt others and benefit yourself, you might as well do it. Fleur laughed, with a look of the same lineage, you must also have this kind of character.

Jing Yao could only be embarrassed, she thought that her reputation in the immortal cultivation world seemed to be like this, and she couldn't help laughing.

The friends around her have been more or less affected by this aspect, and they habitually make people unable to get off the stage, but Jing Yao feels that she is quite pertinent, at least she hasn't done much to harm others and herself.

Fleur pointed to a corner and said, "Is Mingzun in that direction?"

Jing Yao nodded, and suddenly thought that this patriarch was very unaccustomed to Mingzun, would he use this topic to play? As soon as the thought came to him, Fu Hui had already crossed his waist and scolded: "Idiot, there is a kind of coming out to fight a game?

Jing Yao was startled.

In the face of the amazing side of the ancestor master, she could only try to open her mouth wide, and at the same time hoped that Mingzun would not come out with a momentum to fight for life and death with Furui, fortunately Mingzun turned a blind eye to this, and the hometown of the Sword Sect, which was as strong as a cloud, had already reached out with his divine sense when the other monks were overflowing with Fuyuan's breath.