The little Taoist priest by the window choked with sobs, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
It seemed that in an instant, the little Taoist understood something.
Taoist Fuyun patted his disciple's head and said, "Didn't Master say..."
"A man doesn't shed tears easily."
The master patted his head again and again.
He no longer had the same strength as when he taught him a lesson.
"Master, Master..."
The little Taoist priest shouted, but he couldn't explain why. He was choked with tears and choked up his words.
Tong Zhihuan stood aside, thoughts flowing in his mind.
Especially when I remember...
Especially when I remember...
He also knelt by the window like the little Taoist priest, holding the old Taoist priest's hand.
At that moment, I hated myself so much for being incompetent. I had studied medicine for decades and saved countless people, but I had never been as helpless as that time.
My initial mood was just like that of the Taoist Priest.
Tong Zhihuan stepped forward, looked at Taoist Fuyun, and said, "Taoist Master, let's try again later."
Taoist Fuyun paused, but still shook his head.
But I heard the doctor say: "Tong practices medicine and never believes in fate!"
He opened the medical bag and dropped the silver needle again.
But he saw Tong Zhihuan holding up his two fingers, his eyes fixed, and he softly called out: "Tong, please kowtow and ask for your sword from afar! Please answer the call with the fairy sword!"
But Tong Zhihuan's voice fell.
The sword held by the statue of Zhenwu in the temple trembled slightly.
The sword moved in the room, hanging in front of Taoist Fuyun.
Tong Zhihuan's face was expressionless, he pinched the magic formula with his hand, and used all his magic power. Hundreds of magic power fell into the silver needle and flowed into the Taoist's limbs and bones.
Taoist Fuyun saw this and said: "Mr. Tong, my fate has been decided, why do I have to do this, why do I have to do this..."
Tong Zhihuan did not have any answer.
He wanted to give an explanation to the late Taoist Priest, and at the same time to himself, as well as the little Taoist Priest kneeling by the window, the expectation in his eyes, the heartbreaking pain...
"Boom!!!"
The sky suddenly darkened.
But the sky turned gloomy, and the flowing clouds suddenly became thunderous and rainy.
Thunder suddenly appeared! !
"Please give me the fairy sword!!" Tong Zhihuan shouted loudly.
Not long after, he saw the fairy sword fly out upside down, turning into a thunderous roar and flying away, facing the falling thunder calamity.
Under the view of flowing clouds.
The Yincha City God has already arrived.
After many years, Hong Sancai came to the foot of this mountain again.
He looked at the top of the mountain in the distance, feeling very excited.
Seeing the thunder rolling that day, he hesitated half a step.
As the city god, he should have stopped him when he saw this outrageous thing, but now that he saw this, he stopped again.
The Yin Cha on the side reminded him, "Lord City God, it's almost time."
Hong Sancai raised his hand and said: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."
Taoist Fuyun, who was lying on the bed in the temple, was shocked when he saw this, "I am a rotten tree, I can't expect Mr. Tong to be like this! Mr. Tong, please quickly use your magical powers..."
But under the confinement of the silver needle, he couldn't resist at all.
Tong Zhihuan looked at Taoist Fuyun, with a complicated expression on his face, and said, "This time, for the Taoist priest and for Tong himself, I hope that the Taoist priest will succeed."
With that said, Tong Zhihuan knelt down and kowtowed.
Taoist Fuyun's expression paused slightly, as if he understood something.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said no more words.
The fairy sword blocks the thunder tribulation.
When Tong Zhi woke up, he applied the acupuncture again.
The silver needle was flying in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, every acupuncture point on Taoist Fuyun's body was opened.
The little Taoist priest stood aside, feeling uneasy.
"Boom!"
Thunder roared outside.
The fairy sword blocks the thunder tribulation.
But after all, something has been lost in that fairy sword. It has long lost its original power. When the calamity fell, there were some cracks in the sword body. He is already an old guy in these years and cannot bear the trouble. .
The backlash of the thunderstorm fell on Tong Zhihuan.
His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he suddenly felt something sweet in his throat, but he swallowed it down forcefully.
Tong Zhihuan was stubborn at this moment.
Just like when he was a boy.
…
Three thunder disasters fell in the sky one after another.
The celestial sword had been reduced to shape by that lightning disaster, with cracks all over the sword body, and it was only supported by the remaining sword energy.
Suddenly, the heavy rain gradually faded away.
The thunderclouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and a ray of light fell into the world.
Under that mountain.
Hong Sancai raised his head again.
But I heard bursts of bitter laughter coming from the view.
"Hehehe..."
Not long after, the slightly downcast doctor came down from the mountain.
He smiled bitterly, and the emotion in his laughter made people feel uneasy.
"Hehehe..."
The doctor smiled, but shed tears again in a serious tone.
There is complete silence between heaven and earth.
It seemed that the only thing left was the doctor's wry smile.
It is a satire on God's will, a curse on the world, but it is also a compromise on all kinds of scoundrels.
The doctor's figure walked past Hong Sancai and left quietly without even looking at him.
Hong Sancai said nothing and looked back.
The only person I saw was a lonely figure...
The fairy sword fell down and fell into the view.
But in the blink of an eye, it turned into fragments scattered in the courtyard.
A generation of fairy swords finally fell into the quagmire of mortal world.
But for Xianjian, this is also the best destination for him. After running around and falling, he is getting old.
…
In front of Qiuyue Square.
Taoer hugged Nianyi and looked into the distance.
But he saw a downcast figure walking from the mountain.
Tong Nian stayed calm and looked at the man. She recognized at a glance that the down-and-out man was her father.
But no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like dad anymore.
In Tong Nianyi's memory, his father always held his head high and had never been so lost.
When Tao'er saw it, inexplicable tears welled up in her eyes.
She hugged Nianyi and walked forward.
Tong Zhihuan suddenly came to his senses, holding his wife and children in front of him.
"Tao'er, Tao'er..."
Tong Zhihuan murmured in his mouth, but his tone was choked with sobs.
Tao'er patted his back and comforted him.
Tong Zhihuan choked and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong..."
When manpower is finally exhausted, it will not be able to compete with the sun and the moon.
Tao'er breathed a sigh of relief, but whispered softly, "Idiot."
Tong Zhihuan hugged the person in front of him tightly.
Tong Nian stood aside, but felt that he was redundant.
She blinked. At such a young age, she didn't understand what this meant, let alone why her father was so sad.
She had never seen it before.
Tao'er understood that Tong Zhihuan would never be able to pass the test in her heart.
Compared with the miss when I was young, what makes people feel more uncomfortable is the helplessness I felt when I was young, but I still feel helpless now.
I just hate the lack of power.
In the final analysis, no one in this world can do such a thing that defies heaven and changes their destiny.
"My husband has done his best, let's go home, go home..."
.
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That day, the old Taoist priest who had been meditating in Liuyun Temple for many years passed away.
Even if the monk wants to burn himself, he will change his fate against the will of heaven.
But it still failed to change this fate.
