Chapter 747
2021-04-24
Chapter 747 Remember and Forget
This night, many changes have taken place in people and things in the world.
In all directions, far away from the end of the world, countless people have a dream at the same time.
Many elderly people who were dying were still in their prime when they were walking fast.
The boy who was high-spirited and vigorous back then has now become a middle-aged man with gray temples.
as time goes by
In this night, both daoist monks and ordinary people dreamed of the scene of that night.
“It has been remembered for thousands of years, the cloud music string has stayed here, and a song has been played several times in the winter and summer!”
“The temples show cloud movements, and the stars move dance steps!”
“Drunken looking at the flowers and trees in front of the courtyard!”
“Immortal Crane with Zhizhi, and white deer with fruit!”
“Ask the number of days of immortal longevity?”
“Sighing for a long life, sobering up with tears!”
“The vicissitudes of life have changed the way of the world!”
“The immortal is gone, sighing and saying: the colorful feathers, the world No more!”
The forgotten fairy sounded, and the scene of the Buddha’s birthday appeared in the dream.
That night there were rising winds, scudding clouds, and countless top figures came and went, but the most dazzling one was the back of immortal swinging his sword.
In the sleep of thousands of households, countless people here see the emptiness, the Sword Immortal, who has passed away for many years.
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In the depths of the Imperial Palace in the capital!
In the large tent in the dormitory, the present Emperor Gongliang dreams of when he was still Prince Liang.
On Buddha’s birthday, he accompanied the Queen Mother and looked up at the scene.
“The Sword Immortal of Zhenguo, the inhumane I met, if they were loyal to me, the world would definitely not be like this!”
Emperor Gongliang hated deeply, and he was very good to the country, Why entrust the stupid Imperial Brother.
Hundreds of patriarchs and Sword Immortals of Zhenguo were buried by him overnight.
“Why not for me to use that sword?”
Emperor Gongliang was deeply resentful, shouted three times in his sleep, and suddenly woke up.
“Your Majesty!”
Little Court Eunuch, who was standing in the dormitory, stepped forward in a panic.
“Go back, I’m fine!”
Emperor Gongliang wiped his forehead, but he found that the clearest scene in the original vivid memory had become incomparably clear. appearance.
It was like a big hand, erasing this memory from his mind.
“Strange and weird!”
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Celestial Grotto.
The dead wood is cultivating, and at this point, he will not be injured at all times. Once injured, it will damage the foundation.
Since the battle of the capital, he has been seriously injured and has been in retreat for many years.
Today, he was extremely tired. After running the cultivation technique for a week, he fell into a deep sleep.
In his sleep, when he saw the Buddha’s birthday, Kong Ziruo waved his sword to the sky, his eyes swept over everyone including him, indifferently with disdain.
“What if you are arrogant and arrogant?”
“If you are an enemy of my Taoism, even if you are shocking and stunning, you can’t escape death!”
“Your immortal sword is so powerful that you can smash the world and the Taoist system?”
“You can’t help Emperor Longguang, and you can’t save the people. In the end, you’re just a reckless man!”
The dead wood also knew that he was in a dream, pointed at Kong Ziruo impudent and scolded, cursing happily and vigorously.
I don’t know how long it took, Kong Ziruo smiled faintly, the silhouette began to fade, and finally disappeared without a trace.
When he opened his eyes and searched through Primordial Spirit’s memory, he was nowhere to be seen wielding his sword.
“It was who, the means of great cause and effect, took away all the memory of Kong Ziruo’s sword in my memory!”
He was astonished, this could Not an ordinary means, has touched the creation of Heavenly Dao.
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“en?”
The original holy monk, in a dream, but indifferent to it.
“All conditioned dharmas are like if dreams and visions in a bubble, like fog and like electricity!”
“I am in a dream, but at the same time I am in the outside world. , what’s the difference?”
He appeared on the day of Buddha’s birthday and looked up to see Kong Ziruo swinging his sword.
There were tears in the eyes of the old monk, “You have been with me for so many years, Kong Ziruo, you are finally going to leave on your own!”
Kong Ziruo, no matter in anyone’s eyes, all It was the gesture that cut through the sky and looked down on the world.
Emperor Gongliang’s sigh, the scolding of the dead wood daoist, and the retention of the holy monk of the source could not change him.
“So, the old monk said goodbye!”
The original holy monk folded his hands together, leaving two clear tears.
He knew that someone used the means of good fortune to erase the trace of Kong Ziruo’s sword.
Even he could not resist such means.
……
This night, in the bedside dreams of thousands of households, a memory was retrieved.
Whether they are wealthy, revered, or detached, this memory is the most vivid and unforgettable.
However, this memory does not belong to them after all!
Finally, I have the great hand of good fortune to erase all the traces that Kong Ziruo left in the world that night.
And no one knows, where the lost memories and traces go after all!
Only Fang Dou himself knows the whole sequence of events.
The immortal sword in his hand blends into the empty immortal sword fragments to carry the opponent’s will.
Today, seeing Dan Sheng’s exile immortal, finally awakened Kong Ziruo’s will, he wants to kill immortal here.
“If I go down with this sword, you will die!”
Fang Dou can finally, keep this sentence intact and return it to the other party.
This immortal sword brings together countless memories and restores the charm of the sword of the past.
“If Kong Ziruo is reborn, I may still be afraid, what are you?”
Dan Sheng held the fairy sword in his palm, “Fang Dou, your fate will be the death of the sword! ”
Next moment, the fairy sword in the shape of a light group slammed down towards the heavenly spirit above Fang Dou’s head.
The immortal sword took the general trend of mountains, rivers, sun and moon. On the way, everything began to collapse.
Fang Dou raised the fairy sword, and at this moment, he also returned to his dream.
In thousands of repeated dreams, Fang Dou was a bystander, but today is very different. He has become the protagonist, a powerhouse holding a fairy sword and swinging it towards the immortal.
true powerhouse, with a mortal body, dare to swing a sword at immortal.
After the Sword Immortal, there is no such thing as Essence, Qi, and Spirit in the world!
Fang Dou’s chest was full of air, and he felt as tall as ever in his life.
“After this sword, no matter whether I die or not, I am the Sword Immortal, not just in name only, but also in reality!”
This insight takes root in the heart Deep, unbelievably confident.
At this time, Dan Sheng’s ultimate move also came to his head.
The door of life and death is open in front of him, Fang Dou can feel it, and he will step into it at any time.
Once the Primordial Spirit dies, the body left in Gouqu Mountain will surely also die out.
Progress is life, retreat is death, press forward, and only get the right way.
“Dansheng, in the next life, let’s do immortal immortal again!”
Fang Dou swung his sword out, as if practicing countless times, as proficient as running clouds and flowing water.
At this moment, he felt the state of mind of emptiness.
“It’s too cold!”
The falling sun-like fairy sword, the strengthened immortal Dansheng, under this sword, is full of fragility.
There is no dazzling sword light and no deafening screeching. The scene in front of you is clear and smooth, natural and vivid.
So, all the sword cultivators in Shu have witnessed it with their own eyes.
Dansheng was in despair, was stabbed to death by Fang Dou’s sword, and fell on the spot.
Exiled immortal, always fallen.
(end of this chapter)