If a person has a competitive spirit, he will feel extremely disappointed whenever he encounters a slight setback. Feng Miaoqing was not really defeated, but she felt a little bit lost in her heart. This feeling of loss was like smoke falling into a cold pond, faint but with a little sadness.
She is not a sad person, and she doesn't like the emotion of sadness, but when this kind of sadness creeps into her heart, she has nothing to do. Many times, even she herself feels that she has changed.
In addition to becoming stronger, she also became suspicious. It may be biased to say that being suspicious is a woman's nature, but it is no exaggeration to say this about Feng Miaoqing. When others are suspicious, they are just suspicious of the things in front of them. But when she becomes suspicious, she will be suspicious of everything in the past and future besides the present.
Sometimes, even if the other person has good intentions, she does not appreciate it, and may regard the good intentions as harboring evil intentions. It seemed that only by going further with this kindness could she feel at ease. If a person experiences various misfortunes, he will become extra careful. It's true to be careful, but she forgot one thing: even if the doors and windows are closed, there will be no wind and rain; if the doors and windows are closed, there will be no rainbow.
I don't know that from that moment on, she often harbored hatred and resistance towards external things in her heart, like a hedgehog that immediately straightened out the spikes on its back at the slightest sign of trouble. It makes people fear and dare not approach.
In the past, she had no ability to fight against bad luck, and could only be a puppet most of the time, letting others manipulate her; now, she has learned martial arts, has some confidence, and never wants to go back to the past. It's as if a beggar became a rich man overnight. After living a life of extreme luxury, asking him to go to the fields to suffer hardship is even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Everything she has can be said to be a gift from Sheranyi. Even though Xuelanyi, her benefactor, was so kind to her, she was still full of doubts deep in her heart.
In her opinion, it was Xuelanyi who couldn't stand her at all, and passing on the art was just a way for the other party to offset her inner guilt. Its real purpose was to make herself a sword and revive the reputation of Xuannv Palace. . Such suspicion was simply out of mind, but she couldn't control herself, as if she was possessed by a demon.
Only by wrapping up a broken heart could she feel a little at peace. Only by having thorns all over your body can you not be hurt by foreign objects; only by learning to endure can you withstand the length of this dark night.
"The road to the rivers and lakes is long, and the obstacles are long. People's hearts are unpredictable, and a thousand hands are hard to guard against. Who is like me, self-pity and self-harm. The cold moon is melting, and thousands of streams of light are shining."
Feng Miaoqing raised her head, feeling suddenly desolate in her heart. She closed her eyes and couldn't help but think of that person again. All kinds of tenderness came to my heart, and I whispered in my mouth: "Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang, where are you?". At this moment, she is so eager to hug and cuddle with her lover; at this moment, she is so eager to exchange her feelings with her lover. At this moment, she wanted to cry on his shoulder.
But she was afraid of this meeting, fearing that her ugly appearance would frighten her lover. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently rubbed the scars on her face. Her shoulders trembled, and a string of tears slid down her cheeks and fell to the ground.
Xue Lanyi gave her the courage to live, but ultimately failed to make her let go of her inferiority complex. Whenever she saw her own face, she couldn't help knocking the bronze mirror to the ground. All of this was thanks to the golden bell, and she could never forget that beautiful face like a flower in her life. Even if this woman turns into ashes, she will still find her, and the pain she has experienced must be returned a hundred times a thousand times.
Whenever she thought about this sad past, her heart seemed to die again, and she didn't even notice the sharp nails digging into her palms. After a long time, she raised her head, sighed, jumped up, and disappeared into the woods.
The early morning sunlight spreads on the ground like strands of golden threads through the dense branches and leaves. The birds in the forest also became active and sang heartily. Looking at everything in front of her, Feng Miaoqing seemed to be in a much better mood. She jumped down from the tree and walked along the path to the top of the slope. The strange thing is that no one has blocked this road.
She thought to herself: "Could something big happen to this King of Hell's Village? Otherwise, how could there be no one guarding us all the way?" Out of curiosity, she quickened her pace a little more. After turning a corner, she hid behind a tree and looked into the distance.
At this moment, the two heavy wooden doors of the Yama Village slowly opened, and four men carrying big flags ran out first. Their strong and strong arms raised the flagpole high, and then waved it around them, and the flag rolled like a roll. The waves are pretty good-looking.
Then the rumbling drums sounded in the village. Feng Miaoqing heard it clearly in her ears and thought: "Listen to this drum, could it be that you are welcoming me?" Although she thought this in her heart, she did not act rashly, but coldly walked away. Looking everywhere.
The drumming gradually stopped, and surrounded by a group of minions and shouting, three soft sedan chairs were carried out one after another. Sitting on the sedan chair were naturally the three heads of the Yama Village. Even though they are reckless people, their appearance is no less impressive than that of the officials on tour.
The headmaster Peng Lianhai's eyes flashed under his thick eyebrows, and he stared at a monk standing ten feet outside the village gate. This monk has a tall figure and a thin face. He is wearing a Zao Luo monk robe and exudes a fierce murderous aura.
Even from this distance, this murderous aura is still frightening. This was the second time in his life that he felt such murderous aura. The first time was on Yin Shisan, and the murderous aura exuded by the monk in front of him seemed to be stronger than that of Yin Shisan.
The monk looked at everyone indifferently, waved his sleeves, and his men jumped into the air. With a loud "click", a bowl-sized flagpole in front of the King of Hell's Village suddenly broke into two pieces, and the big flag symbolizing the status of the world also fell down and was stepped on by the monk.
Everyone was stunned at first, then started shouting. The minions all had red eyes and cursed loudly. From the monk's parents to the ancestors, no one was spared, as if all the unpleasant words unearthed from the depths of the toilet had to be drained out before they would give up. The noisiness is the same as a blue fly; the chirp is the same as a flea.
The more these people cursed, the more energetic they became, as if the spittle flying up into the sky could turn into a heavy rain, and when it fell, it could kill people. However, the monk was unmoved. He closed his eyes and smiled. Peng Lianhai snorted an air of cold air from his nostrils, waved his palms, and the minions below immediately pressed their mouths, as if saying one more word would be disrespectful.
Peng Lianhai is a man of rules, and he also likes to use rules to restrain his subordinates. In his eyes, this rule is the Tao, and robbers have the Tao. Three days ago, he received a big gift.
That day, he was drinking with his brothers. A bloody head rolled into the hall. Everyone is a bandit, killing people like hemp. But I was still surprised when I saw the sudden head. Peng Lianhai approached the head and raised his hair.
The head was covered in blood, his eyes were white, and he was holding a piece of white cloth in his mouth. On the cloth was written a line of blood: In three days, this place will be washed with blood. The Buddha shows mercy to all living beings, and there is no need to say thank you. Jade Shura.
There are many legends about Jade Shura in the world, and Peng Lianhai has also heard about it. But he couldn't figure out how he had offended the demon star even after thinking about it. Leng Cong, the always wise second master, also had no clue. Peng Lianhai was furious at such a provocation. In addition to his anger, he felt that no matter who the other party was, they would fight for a while. Everything must be done according to the rules!
Nine out of ten people in the world are good at noodles. Jade Shura's actions made it clear that he did not take the other party seriously. No bloody Jianghu person can tolerate this.
The third boss, Xue Jianyi, had a bad temper. He pressed his hand on the soft sedan, jumped down and cursed: "Damn, you are too bullying! Wow! Get my knife!" He turned around and looked at Peng Lianhai. He glanced at it and said: "Brother, I don't care what kind of Shura he is, let the brothers know him for a while!"
Leng Cong suddenly turned over and landed next to Xue Jianyi. He stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Third brother, you are not busy. Let's start again after the question is clarified." Leng Cong strode forward and cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Shura, our Hell King's Village I don't know when I offended you, and you want to embarrass us?" Jade Shura said coldly: "You don't know what you did?"
The muscles on Leng Cong's face froze and he said: "My king's village has always been in the business of killing people and looting goods. There are so many dead souls under my command. I heard that sir also kills people like a cow. If you came here to persuade my brother to fast, I'm afraid he went in the wrong direction. place."
Jade Shura sneered and said: "Humph, if you wipe your necks by yourself, the young monk may be able to save you. I never thought that you would be so stubborn that you would let down the young monk's intentions. In this case, the poor monk has no choice but to send you to hell. Amitabha, that's good. , good.
I, the Buddha, am merciful and can save those who do good. The hearts of those who do evil are like iron and stone, and even copper juice and iron slurry are difficult to transform. Killing them when you encounter them is actually a good policy. "Leng Cong clenched his fists and said loudly: "It seems that your Excellency is unwilling to make his words clear and insists on being an enemy of our Hell King's Village? "
Jade Shura said: "No, you are not worthy to be the enemy of the young monk. If we really want to compare you, you are no different from an inchworm. An inchworm is ugly in appearance, and all it does is to survive, but in addition to describing you as disgusting, you are also full of thoughts in your heart. The evil is done. I am a humble monk, but I am willing to take out the evil in your heart and return you to a good person."
Xue Jianyi laughed and said: "I am a wicked person and live happily. Do you want you to mind your own business?" Jade Shura sighed: "This Tan Yue, the evil in your heart seems to be connected with your blood. If you want to take it out, you will have to sacrifice your life. There is nothing you can do about it." But there is a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the west, and the monk is willing to give you a ride!"
Xue Jianyi puffed up his chest and said, "I'm going to give Third Grandpa my last breath, but I'm afraid it won't be your grandson's turn yet. Second brother, this monk talks too much nonsense, which makes people upset. It's better for my brother to take action and cut off his bald head first." , do you think he still dares to do this?" As he said that, he winked at his subordinates, and one of them took out his ring-headed sword.
Leng Xue held the sword in his hand and both grabbed it to attack. Yu Shura stood on the spot. When the sword was still three feet away from his chest, he opened his palms and moved left and right. The powerful palm force actually knocked the two swords apart. Take aside. He announced the Buddha's name and floated out, white shadows flashing. The two of them were stunned when the weapons in their hands were actually taken away by him.
When the two of them came back to their senses, they felt a sharp pain in their hearts. They saw their weapons piercing from the back of the heart to the front of the chest, but they were unable to do anything. An unprecedented fear made the two of them pale, and at that moment they died.
