In the yard, the second young lady was sitting there with her legs crossed. The water around her was gathering around her and spinning, as if there was a spirit.
She is adjusting her breath.
The second young lady, Mu Qingshuang, couldn't help complaining: "What the hell is this gun-wielding lady like? I can't even beat her."
"Wait, the one using the gun here..."
The eldest lady sat there, looking outside from time to time, looking lost.
"You let people chase you, but now you can't let go. According to the script, it's time for the unscrupulous man to run away." The second lady mocked.
The eldest lady pinched the corner of her clothes tightly, shook her head and said, "No, Ah Duan will come back."
Mu Qingshuang looked helpless and said, "That dead woman in red just now couldn't be Ye Ning, right?"
Only then did the eldest lady hear her sister's words clearly and said, "She is the saint Ye Ning of Taichu Sect."
The second young lady sighed: "It turns out to be her."
In the small circle she formed with another saint, Chen Ruxue, and Miss Gong family, one person was often mentioned, and that was Ye Ning.
They live in the relatively stable south and like to fight. However, compared with a genius like Ye Ning who can move in and out of dangerous areas, they are still a little behind.
The young palace master Mu Qingshuang always believed that the only difference between her and the other party was in terms of actual combat experience, but today the two of them fought against each other and did not get any advantage, which shows the difference.
But the difference is that the elder sister only has her lover in her heart, while the younger sister is thinking about the gap in spiritual practice.
Only then did she react and said, "Wait a minute, that ungrateful man's shooting skills are the same. How did this pair of bastards get together in such a world?"
In order to create a false identity for Jing Yue, the young palace master investigated Jing Yue and knew that he was definitely not from Shu, and Ye Ning had never been to the south.
The eldest lady said thoughtfully: "You don't understand this..."
The second young lady, Mu Qingshuang, couldn't help but said fiercely: "Why do you understand if I don't understand?"
The eldest lady didn't want to hide anything from her sister, and said, "Ah Duan should have entered the Holy Maiden..."
Mu Qingshuang took a breath and said, "Can you stop saying such inappropriate things? They have reached this level, and you make me feel uncomfortable."
The eldest lady said: "It's that kind of serious, well, it's not too serious. I've been through this too, anyway..."
"do not talk."
The second young lady covered her chest and interrupted.
I'm the clown myself?
In other words, this man who was nominally hers turned out to have been slept with by two women, but nothing happened to her, just practice.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turn a little green.
The next moment, she drew out her sword and said with jealousy, "When that thief comes back, I will stab him a few times."
"No, sister."
The eldest lady looked nervous and concerned.
The second young lady was so angry that she almost jumped up and complained, "You were the one holding us back just now, otherwise we wouldn't be able to take down that woman."
The eldest lady lowered her head and did not refute, with a sad and pitiful look on her face.
Seeing this, the second young lady could only say: "I really admire you. What's the point of waiting like this? I'll do whatever you want to eat."
The eldest lady couldn't help but look outside. The iron pot she just bought was broken.
...
[Congratulations, the holy girl has been with you "until death do us part". ]
[No, the saint girl has a "blood feud" with you. ]
[Congratulations, the holy girl has been with you "until death do us part". ]
[No, the saint girl has a "blood feud" with you. ]
...
In my mind, the emotional situation between the saint girl and myself kept jumping around, as if there was a bug.
This shows how complicated Ye Ning's feelings towards him are.
Jing Yue looked at this and felt happy instead of sad. Whether it was a fight to the death or a blood feud,
These are all good signs. .
What he fears most is that the other person is heartbroken and has no feelings for him.
Walking on the road, Jingyue found that he was back to the place where he went shopping with the eldest lady.
There, the blacksmith shop selling pots was still open. He thought that the previous iron pot seemed to be broken, so he bought another one.
After that, he put the pot on his head and headed home.
Passers-by frequently looked at this behavior, but Jing Yue didn't care.
The holy girl must be chased back.
And the person in the family also needs to be comforted.
Since he can't let go of all women, he wants them all.
In fact, he knew that whether he was with the eldest lady or the saint girl, his feelings for each other were sincere, pure and pure love.
But now he has encountered a small problem, that is, the saint girl is too pure in love and has a relatively strong personality. Such a temperament does not allow her to coexist with the eldest lady.
The eldest lady is much gentler and should be able to accept him loving two people at the same time. No, if the princess girl comes, I'm afraid it will be three.
Of course, the nightmare in the cellar the night before left him with lingering fears.
But dreams are always the opposite, and nothing will go wrong with the eldest lady.
So what he needs to do now is to stabilize the situation and then plan to merge with the saint and the girl.
He has confidence in himself. As the saying goes, "As long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle." He does not believe that a relationship of pure love and complete compatibility cannot be achieved.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pick up the pot and speed up his pace. In his mind, the emotional relationship that was jumping around repeatedly finally stabilized at "Congratulations, the saint girl has been with you until death."
Seeing this line of information, Jing Yue couldn't help but wave his arms in encouragement.
...
Ye Ning walked in the night, from the deserted alleys to the lively streets, and then from the lively streets to the quiet alleys.
At this time, most of the people in the city have gone to bed. Occasionally, one or two lights shine through the gaps in the doors and windows, creating a warm orange glow.
She had hoped to have such a house and a lamp with the little thief, but unfortunately someone got there first.
Thinking of this, she was filled with hatred for Jing Yue for a moment. The hatred and hatred came back to her before, and she turned into joy again, and then...
That night, she felt like her heart was like a fish fried in a pan. It was very painful and unbearable.
She said harsh words to the little thief, she no longer had feelings for him, and she wanted to forget her harsh words with him in the sea of people and the world.
But she knew it, and she still couldn't let go.
"Damn it, damn it."
No one can describe the saintly girl's state of mind at this moment. Only she can understand the sourness and complexity.
She only thinks that the love between men and women is the most complex, passionate, sweet, and painful existence in the world.
It's more painful than being stabbed all over.
That snow-like hair represents her complex state of mind of losing but not finding, losing but wanting to find again.
Suddenly, Ye Ning stood in front of an alley.
The blood from the wound was still wet, and the pain in her heart was even worse, like a blue fire burning. She suddenly understood that the eternal thing in this world is impermanence.
She found that she had touched the threshold.
The blood from her wound flowed into the palm of her hand, creating a strange resonance with her body.
This kind of resonance is not the kind of blood shared by people and guns in Mie Zijue. It seems that this blood also has a heartbeat, like the fire burning in the heart.
With a bang, the blood in his palm burned and turned into a blue flame, and Ye Ning's eyes also turned into a blue color.
So under the night, there was a woman with snowy hair and blue eyes, and her palms were burning with blue fire.
"If you get a chance, I must use this fire to burn the heart of you scumbag!"
With a cry, Ye Ning squeezed her palm, and the blue fire in her palm went out.
At this moment, the night condensed into four
Realm, comprehend the small magical power "impermanent karma fire".
