It's raining, and it's another rainy night.

Why do people always feel depressed and the sky always uses rain to vent?

Is it the heaven crying, and the sorrow of crying is more painful than that of people. Or is the heaven laughing, and the laughing is sarcastic and crying?

It was drizzling, it was a drizzling, it was a drizzling, it was a drizzling rain.

A large area of ​​water mist appeared on the ground, evaporating. Even after the filthy mud was splashed, there was only a vast white area left...

Tick ​​tick...

The eaves are dripping crystal clear.

Tick ​​tick...

The corners of eyes are dripping.

Leaning against the door, why is that beautiful woman sad?

It was misty, and it was also white all over the sky, covering up the pure cleanliness...

............

"You're leaving, again. It's already, how many times..."

"I can't remember clearly. I don't have the power of the Six Paths like you, and I don't have the perseverance of drinking Tang Ruoquan like you. You remember everything, but I only remember the moment..."

"You are leaving again... I forgot everything, but I only remember my feelings for you, and my back when I leave..."

"The ending shouldn't be like this..."

The bright moon whispered, like a dream.

Yuan Tiangang and Chu Ming looked at each other in shock. Just as they were conveying their doubts with their eyes, Mingyue walked towards the closed tall city gate.

"Why...you always make me sad."

"You were unintentional, and this is not what you used to hurt people, an excuse."

Mingyue's tone was filled with sorrow, and tears remained on her cheeks. But why was it not sorrow or resentment that flashed in her eyes, but the heartbreak after enlightenment.

A woman, a woman who can persist in countless reincarnations for her ethereal feelings. The only thing that can break her heart is not the ruthlessness and apologies of her lover, but the understanding of mistakes!

Destiny likes to play with the world the most. Maybe it is just the arrangement of fate, maybe fate itself wants to prove something...

............

Chu Xiang and Ying Pan were silently confronting each other, and the will of the earth was gradually implemented by Ying Emperor. With special bloodlines and special skills, Ying Pan instantly became the endorsement of the Tomb of the Earth!

The shuttle of time and space is getting brighter and brighter, and what is jumping between the five fingers is no longer a treasure shuttle, but a string of silver-white lines.

The lines are purely composed of characters, and they are weaving something with the five fingers of the left hand of God as the axis.

A three-dimensional pattern gradually became clearer, just like a concrete and slight momentum of Ying Pan's body became clearer. The rain was still falling, and the battle was about to break out!

A mere city gate cannot stop a god incarnation and two peak powerhouses!

No matter how weak the incarnation of a god is, he is still a god. The peak mortal strong man can no longer be considered a simple person.

So, in that place that is quite far away from the Imperial City, a distance of one third of the state. Three footprints have successively stepped on the softest corner of the Tomb of the Earth...

The earth has no weaknesses. The same is true for the will of the earth. But the tomb of the earth will be weak. When the will is revealed, the macro-control will become weak.

Ying Pan's expression was a bit wonderful. I don't know if it was a blessing, regret, or fear.

When the will of the earth is revealed, he can feel it too.

"It seems that your trouble is coming."

Ying Pan admitted that he restrained his murderous intent that had just spread.

"I don't want to fight and kill."

At the end, another sentence was added to show your position and to show weakness.

Even if he can borrow the willpower of the Tomb of the Earth, Ying Pan knows that his winning chance is zero. If he loses, everything will be destroyed, including the Tomb of the Earth. Of course, this possibility is no more than 10%. If he wins, it is only the victory of the Tomb of the Earth. Ying Pan is also destroyed. The power of the Tomb of the Earth is not gentle. Therefore, Ying Pan really doesn't want to take action.

Chu Xiang said nothing, his left hand was surrounded by a magnificent scroll of mountains and rivers, and was clustered in clusters.

Where is the shuttle of time and space? Maybe it is in the scroll, or in the body. He knew that the power of this scroll was enough to lay the foundation for victory.

Ying Pan believes that the possibility of Chu Xiang defeating the tomb of the earth is infinitely close to zero, because the heaven and earth are invincible "Tao".

But Chu Xiang knew that at this moment, he would have at least 30% chance of winning. Because the tomb of the earth that was derived from the First Emperor set up the "Little Six Paths" back then was not the real "Kun" or the way of the earth. It was the product of the deformed and mutated - the invisible and intangible weird consciousness body.

Of course, even if it is not the complete way of earth, there is no doubt that the vast power of the pure earth tomb consciousness body is purely.

30% is already considered to take Ying Pan's body's limit, which has greatly reduced the power of the will of the Tomb of the Earth. The chance of winning is impossible to be higher.

If it was not because of someone, God's arrival in advance, Chu Xiang would not guarantee that he would not take risks.

Time, the kind of thing that didn't mean much, is not much...

............

The bright moon is crying, just like the moon in the sky, also crying.

Suddenly, she didn't hate the woman who left a shadow in Chu Xiang's heart before her. Who would hate herself?

Besides, the only chance has quietly slipped away from the fingertips.

...

It's raining, pouring heavy rain.

A monk sat in the room, looking at the beautiful woman's beautiful figure. Or, his eyes had already seen through the world and stared at the white figure covered by the water curtain.

"He didn't kill you."

The beautiful woman's voice is charming, soft and timid. I don't know if it's because she just cried, or because she was so by nature...

"He has killed it."

The monk was solemn in treasure, and the stars in his eyes were illusioned and the cycle of reincarnation continued.

Even though he had long stopped sitting in Bodhi, even though he had lost the golden body of hard practice, he was still the same person, who was compassionate and wanted to save all sentient beings.

Leave, a man and a woman..."

The beautiful woman didn't continue to say it, and the excuse was powerless. What she wanted to express was only a certain meaning, not the excuse itself.

The monk looked at the beautiful woman seriously, as if he had seen through her fate and became a little sad.

"You are again, why bother...I can't stop him, but-"

The stars in the monk's eyes dissipated, and his bright eyes were full of perseverance.

He knew that it would be easy to stop someone from doing stupid things. Except for that man, the world, there was no existence that he could not stop.

Perhaps he is not used to using violence to solve problems, just like he never fought back. The monk looked at the beautiful woman, sighed, and added:

"Actually, he just turned around."

Of course, the rain curtain could not stop the monk's gaze from the three realms, but the beautiful woman could not see through it.

Sure enough, the beautiful woman, who was originally full of sadness, burst into tears and laughed when she heard this.

The entire simple wooden room seemed to be full of glory and glory.

"I know."

The beautiful woman's answer was beyond the monk's expectations.

"You know?"

The monk's jade beads were carved into Buddhas one by one. Suddenly, he trembled and stopped to twitch them.

"Guessed."

The beautiful woman walked to the monk, opposite the simple wooden table and sat down.

Here, you can see the rain curtain outside the house by looking up, without having to sit sideways like a monk and look back.

The table decoration is as simple as in the house. There are cups and tea, but no one pours it over.

The simple hand is very difficult to connect with the word "coarse and lively".

The beautiful woman personally picked up the teapot and brewed a cup of white water for the monk.

Water is ordinary white water. But this glass of water is the first time since countless Yuanhui that the beautiful woman has personally brewed someone other than "him".

The monk was silent. He felt as if he had said something wrong.

If she was just silent, the ending would definitely be the same as before. Even though the beautiful woman had already guessed that the ruthless man had actually turned back more than once, she would eventually end this life in a hurry in order to achieve the next life.

The monk looked at the porcelain cup in front of him being pushed down by his simple hands, looked at the clear tea in it, and frowned. It seemed that the ripples in front of him were not tea, but a cup of poison and a bowl of forgot about love.

"If this is really a poison, or even Meng Po's soup, I will definitely not be afraid."

The monk put down the rosary, but who knew that the inconspicuous string of Buddhist beads might have a higher craftsmanship than the use value, and it turned out to be an innate spiritual treasure.

The beautiful woman smiled and seemed to have discovered something very interesting. If it weren't for the sadness in her eyes and the tears at the corners of her eyes were not dry, who could have guessed that she had just said goodbye to her lover?

"Then, do you drink it or not."

The monk answered the beautiful woman with his actions and drank it all in one go.

A glass of water is not just a glass of water, but also a promise.

The monk looked at the beautiful woman seriously, and his eyes full of perseverance had at some point, and then they had a life of life and death.

"I have only two bonds in one world, and what do you want?"
To be continued...