Master Faxian was smiling, his gray eyebrows and beard looked old, but his eyes were clear and full of energy, and his body was strong and strong.
No one knows the true age of Master Faxian.
"Seeing that there are faint black threads twining between King War's brows, which have been gathered together for a long time, and he looks a little impetuous. Does he seem to be confused about something?" He asked with a smile.
Feng Zhiyou paused slightly.
Thinking of the dream last night...
"Master, it was you who told me back then that my future wife was already destined, but now that I have met her, it seems... not ideal."
"Oh?" Master Faxian became interested.
"she……"
She's fine, but too young.
I don’t know where to start.
Feng Zhiyou couldn't find the right words for a moment.
"Isn't she a woman?"
"It's a woman."
"That's it, she is not a man." Master Faxian said, "Cause and effect in the world are reincarnated, and existence is reasonable. Instead of carrying so many worries, it is better to let nature take its course."
"God has his way and will never let lovers separate."
"If there is no way, even two people who are already married will separate."
He clasped his hands together, said Amitabha with a smile, and walked away.
Feng Zhiyou stood there and pondered for a moment. Maybe he figured it out and laughed at his own confusion. He had been used to being alone for many years, but for the first time, he was distracted by the love between his children.
He shook his head, put the incense into the furnace, and bowed three times.
When I came, I had many thoughts on my mind.
When I left, there was a breeze on my sleeves.
On the way back to the city, while passing by a forest, a thick rope suddenly bounced out from under the dead leaves. The horse stumbled to the ground unprepared, and Feng Zhiyou flew up quickly.
In the darkness, several men in black appeared.
Without saying a word, they drew their swords and attacked directly.
Feng Zhiyou narrowed his dark eyes, took out the soft sword in his sleeve, and started fighting with these people.
The killers have been lying in wait here for a long time. Their martial arts moves are cruel and vicious, and they hit the vital points. The killers will hit him, and the King of War will definitely be killed here today.
But Feng Zhiyou was not someone to be trifled with.
Outnumbered and outnumbered, it was no problem to deal with them. After a few fierce fights, these killers were at a disadvantage and fell back continuously.
They are no match for him.
The long sword rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, and the dead leaves were like sharp blades, piercing the air and repelling seven or eight killers.
They covered the injury, looked at each other, and quickly exchanged eye information, which quickly spread.
It forms a large circle, surrounding the King of War in the center.
Throw out the red rope from your sleeve. There is a silver bell tied to the red rope. Swing the red rope back and forth to weave a big net, and the silver bell jingles loudly.
The overwhelming sound of silver bells penetrated into Feng Zhiyou's mind, penetrating everywhere and hiding nowhere.
Feng Zhiyou rolled up his sword and was about to attack when a very soft voice sounded from behind him:
"elder brother."
His back stiffened suddenly.
"Brother, why did you leave me behind?"
His expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and saw a hazy figure standing under the big tree. It was too white to see clearly, but he asked in a desperate and sad voice:
"Why?"
"Why did my mother-in-law choose you? Why did I die? Did I do something wrong? Brother, tell me...tell me!"
The voice screamed, erupting with strong dissatisfaction and grief.
The oppressive atmosphere almost drowns people.
Feng Zhiyou looked in a daze, his eyes were cloudy, he couldn't see the person clearly, but his heart felt like a knife had been stabbed in pain.
He didn't abandon him!
