Wen Jingshu thought of her brother calling Ning Xingye's name before he died, and the grief of her father's white-haired man sending his black-haired man away. Her mother was crying all day long. The only eldest son of the Wen family passed away like this, and after her brother's death, Wen Jingshu Wen Jingshu thought that this matter must be done by Ning Yiye and other Kunlun and decided to go to Kunlun to ask for an explanation. However, she remembered her father's thinking questions before her brother left, and she also knew her brother's decision.
After Ning Jingye woke up leisurely, she saw Wen Jingshu still there. She forced herself to stand up and look for Wen Jingshu. Wen Jingshu sat aside and stared at her. Ning Jingye looked at Wen Jingshu. She finally understood the expression on his face and what she had done before, this was hatred.
"You will never forgive me, and I can understand your heart. You won't listen to anything I say now, but I still hope you can take me to see your brother."
"Why don't you die! Didn't you say "Hanlang" in your mouth, "Mr. Lang" and "Mr. Husband" in your mouth? Instead, you were flirting and flirting. No wonder your junior brother was fascinated by you. He just leaned you on his chest and gave it to you. Give me medicine, it’s really like a man’s love and concubine’s will!”
"Why! My senior sister must die!" Wu Changkong couldn't stand hearing it. He felt hatred when he remembered being kicked by her for no reason, and he was about to draw his sword and step forward.
"Stay back." Ning Yanye said weakly and tried her best. This is a matter between us. No matter how much she scolds you, don't take action, otherwise I will destroy you first.
How could Wu Changkong listen? He thought that Wen Jingshu was nothing more than a stylus in her hand, a blunt instrument. Even if she was powerful, she was only as young as she could be. How could he still be afraid of her despite his great achievements in martial arts these days?
Wen Jingshu came with the sword drawn, but Wen Jingshu didn't know when the tip of the pen hit Wu Changkong's chest. Ning Xingye shouted: "You all stop!" Ning Xingye did not expect that Wu Changkong also thought that this was not a sword. Pen! She would definitely not hurt herself, but she didn't expect that the tip of the pen opened like a lotus, and a warm current flowed out from her chest. Ning Yanye looked at Wu Changkong's back and saw a diamond-shaped sword head stabbed into his back. There were drops of blood dripping down the diamond-shaped sword.
Ning Yanye could not have imagined that this was just a pen! Could it be that she is just like the snow mountain goddess Duguxue, who looks like a gun but actually has a mechanism.
When I looked again, the sword had disappeared, and there was still a pen spinning. It was as if the sword just struck was not made by the person in front of him.
And Ning Yiye couldn't believe that there were only three people in the room. Where did the diamond-shaped sword that pierced the chest come from, while Wen Jingshu still sat back opposite Ning Yiye like a ghost.
Wu Changkong fell down with a thud. Ning Zhenye held his weak body and tried to help him, but Wen Jingshu stepped forward and picked up Ning Zhenye and waved a pen in front of her face, "If you want to save him, you'd better go first. Take care of yourself! Your lover has been killed by me, and you can't be saved. I don't have to kill you now, but I still have to make you suffer the heartbreaking pain of looking at your dear junior brother. Lying on the ground and you are unable to help, just like my parents who lost their son, I now let you feel the pain of losing a loved one."
Ning Yanye said: "Are you right to Bo Han like this? Does his spirit in heaven want you to do this! Changkong is innocent, why are you doing this? What conditions do you have, tell me, I will do it, but please save me Save Changkong.”
"Are you begging me? Okay! You can save him if you want. You must promise me three things, and you can't ask me what I want you to do. You just have to do it!"
"Can!"
The first thing is that after saving your junior brother, you go back to your home and kill your father. If you can't do it, it doesn't matter, you can become a prostitute. I want to see this holy Kunlun goddess arrive at the place of love and moon, Is there such a so-called arrogant attitude?
Ning Jingye could not imagine that since Wen Jingshu could put forward such a condition, how could she agree to do this? I'm thinking, I can promise you, but I won't kill my father. If you think me being a romantic woman can relieve your hatred of me, then I can do it.
"Don't rush to agree to this. You think the matter is over like this. You go do the first thing first, and I will help you treat it."
"But how can I do it now that I am weak?"
"Don't you care about your junior brother's life at all? A goddess shouldn't be a blessing to the people of the world. How can you sweep the world if you don't sweep this whole house?"
"You give me the antidote first, otherwise I won't do it."
Wen Jingshu saw the angry look on Ning Yanye's face and knew her martial arts skills. But now that she was seriously injured, she was naturally no match for her, so how could she be afraid of him.
"Are you negotiating terms with me? You are not qualified to negotiate terms. Now your life and his life are in my hands. Do you think you can escape, whoever screamed."
"This inn is hundreds of miles away from the Wulin Inn. I'm checking out your route. You originally stayed at the Wulin Inn, but there are many disputes at the Wulin Inn. The battle between the Four Seasons Alliance and Qingcheng can be said to be a mixed bag. In order to allow your junior brother to have a quiet and good environment to practice, you just move around!"
"You're wrong. I'm not here for Wu Changkong's training. I'm here to find Bohan. I thought we could meet in Luoyang, but I didn't expect that I searched the whole city and couldn't find him."
"Quiet words, do you think I can let you go if you mention my brother now? Wen Jingshu is still moral and throws a bottle of golden sore medicine to Ning Xingye."
Ning Yanye picked up the medicine and fell to the ground in a hurry. Now she couldn't find the strength to get up, so she had to crawl in front of Wu Changkong, unbutton his clothes, and apply the medicine on the wound.
Ning Yanye looked at Wen Jingshu and said, "Don't worry, I will promise you."
"Promise me what!" Wen Jingshu turned around and wanted to leave, unwilling to listen to the truth Ning Yanye said.
Ning Yanye remembered the mind method of the Yinji True God that she had studied before, and thought of trying the first level mind method, which has the effect of healing. She hurriedly sat cross-legged and exercised the mind method, and the true energy came out on her head. Suddenly, her blood surged and her heart beat faster. She calmed down and continued to exercise her internal strength. At this time, she felt that the pain was greatly reduced, and streams of white air on the top of her head came out from the "Baihui" point.
Streams of white air quickly gathered into three groups from the top of his head. An hour later, the three groups of white air were inhaled by him from the "Baihui" point at the same time. When the white air disappeared completely, Ning Xiye felt like he was covered in... Like rain, covered with sweat beads.
Ning Yanye let out a long breath, slowly opened her beautiful eyes and said, "It seems that the one who can save me is myself."
I can't help but think of a story I heard many years ago. It was during the Song Dynasty when Su Dongpo was not yet called Su Dongpo, but was still Su Shi and Su Zizhan. At that time, he was demoted to Huangzhou because of the Wutai Poetry Case and became a deputy envoy to the regiment. He doesn’t have the right to sign official documents, and he lives in a lonely place far away from Zhendian. He is very depressed. Who is Su Zizhan? The most talented person in the world! Full of revenge and the ambition to create peace for the country and the people, but suffered a heavy blow, he met Zen Master Yuan in Huangzhou, and the title "Foyin" was later given by the imperial court. At this time, he no longer even wrote his favorite poems, and came to Yuanchu every day to relax. One day he came to Yuan's Zen room and saw a painting. It looked strange, so he kept staring at it. Su Dongpo was a famous scholar, and it was obvious that he was good at calligraphy and painting! And Liao Yuan, also known as Foyin, was by his side. Don't even ask him. Su asked, "Your painting is wrong! The Guanyin in the painting should not be holding a purifying vase and holding fairy grass. However, the Guanyin in the painting is not holding a purifying vase. Instead, she holds one hand upright and holds a rosary in the other hand. , how can this Guanyin hold the rosary! The rosary is only held when offering sacrifices to Guanyin, or pinching the rosary when reciting the name of the Buddha! Or using the rosary when praying to the Buddha to wish for his blessing! Guanyin is a Bodhisattva, so she shouldn't be like this." Su Shi asked Foyin: "What is she doing with the rosary beads? Is she also chanting the holy name?" Foyin nodded and said: "Yes, chanting the holy name." Su Dongpo laughed: "Monks don't tell lies, you are too shameless. Guanyin Bodhisattva chants whatever holy name she chants, and she is the holy Buddha with boundless power. Then tell me what she chants!"
Foyin said: "She recited Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva." Su Shi was even more puzzled: "You are talking nonsense. If she really recited it, she should be reciting the Buddha. How could she recite her own name! Reciting the Buddha is asking for the Buddha. How could she Maybe you are thinking about yourself! You must be wrong." Foyin smiled and said something. After saying this, Su Zizhan suddenly became enlightened.
