After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapitre 189

Huai Bai was stunned in place, avec les larmes aux yeux, hesitating, not daring to walk over.

The teenagers on the opposite side were full of spirits, as if they were still at their best age, but she was pale hair and dusty.

Seeing her motionless, Rong Jibai walked quickly, holding her hand, “Thanks for your hard work, Xiaobai.”

Mingying stood on tiptoe and broke off a peach blossom. “Don’t cry like this, tu vois, when the flowers bloom again, we will come back too.”

Huaibo lowered her head, looking at the peach blossom she handed over, tears filled her eyelashes, and she remained silent.

Zhao Jian laughed a few times, as if trying to mediate the atmosphere, “Would you like to go down the mountain for a meal?”

Mingying was so angry that he punched him, “Eat a fart, I only finished eating last night, my head is still aching now!”

“Tu…” Huaibo took the peach blossom, tears falling like silver beads from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing her talking, the three of them gathered their faces and looked over quietly.

Huaibo clenched his hands, “Welcome back.”

Rong Jibai took her shoulders and smiled: “Good Xiaobai, actually taking advantage of us when we forget it.”

Mingying echoed: “Oui, she also turned into spirit beasts to scare me, I am most afraid of spirit beasts, et vous!” Liu eyebrows raised slightly and looked at the youth around him, “You also scare me!”

Zhao Jian raised his hand to beg for mercy, “Oui, Oui, I was wrong.”

Huaibo was just silent, avec un sourire sur son visage, like joy and sadness.

Rong Ji whitely said, “C'est bien, it’s like sleeping. Quand je me réveille, I will have a wife!”

Mingying asked back: “Who said that humans and beasts are impossible, and that humans and beasts are impossible in this life?”

Rong Jibai: “Oh, a dead ghost.”

They looked at each other and laughed. Several people sat under the peach tree with the gurgling stream in front of them.

The warm sun is just right, the spring flowers are shining, and the teenagers don’t know how to worry.

“De manière inattendue, as soon as I opened my eyes, the Demon Race would hit me,” Rong Jibai shook his head, “Assez sur, the immortal gate wouldn’t work without us.”

Zhao Jian laughed: “Now what do you and I can do, Xiaobai is really powerful.”

Rong Jibai refused to accept, “What’s the matter with Da Neng? You can’t call me sister! I said Xiaobai, Bai made you deceive so many masters, Qu'est-ce que vous voulez faire!”

Mingying was quite resentful in her heart, marmonner: “Xiaobai still scared me with spirit beasts.”

Zhao Jian waved his hand: “Hey, didn’t she still say, “Be a master’s little princess, she only eats spirit pills and doesn’t suffer hardship”, n'est-elle pas? Maître.”

Huai Bai smiled quietly, as if going back to the past, her friend sat beside her and chatted and laughed, and she was listening quietly.

Zhao Jianyi leaned against the flowers and trees, folded his hands and leaned on the back of his head, “En réalité, the days in Gushan were my happiest time. Avant, although it was always said to be Momen’s hope, the future giant, I have to carry a lot of things on my back, but I just want to concentrate on doing Yanjia.”

His tone was sincere, “Xiaobai, Merci, you are a very good master.”

Mingying nodded, “I am also a very good friend.”

Rong Jibai took Huaibo’s arm, his eyes creaked, “I’m free and busy everywhere, but I always thought that if I had a home and a teacher, ce serait bien. Hey, now I’m getting paid. Espoir, it couldn’t be better.”

Huaibo blinked, and a line of tears fell unconsciously.

When the deceased comes back, he should be happy. Why can’t he help crying?

The sun shone on her snow-white face, and her temples shone with silver light, like a starry river.

She thought, she has pale hair, and they are still teenagers.

On the countless days and nights on the Yanhui cliff, she took a glass of wine and drank with the breeze and the moon, and took pictures of four people.

There will never be another time like that again.

She won’t have to walk alone in the future.

Huaibo twitched the corners of his mouth, hurriedly wiped away his tears, Le méchant est proposé à tous les jours: “bien, it couldn’t be better.”

In a strong wind, the peach blossoms rustle down, and the cypresses and black hair are like clouds, soaking the fragrance of flowers on the sleeves.

She smiled with tears, like apricot blossoms after the rain, the flowers trembled, and the raindrops were full, beautiful and refined, just like a heavenly man.

Mingying tilted her head and looked carefully, “Xiaobo looks better.”

Zhao Jian said yes. After feeling the angry gaze, he quickly changed his words and said to Mingying: “But in my heart, you look the best.”

Strong desire to survive.

Mingying snorted coldly, puis s'est arrêté.

Rong Jibai covered his mouth and smirked, “Comme on dit, a woman is a person who pleases herself, and Xiaobai has a Taoist companion, of course he wants to look better.”

The blood on Huaibo’s face faded suddenly, and her face was as pale as paper. How could she forget that since these people thought of the past with Buddha lotus, then Shi Ling and Ming Luan…

Zhao Jian smiled and said, “Oui, Xiaobai abducted our little junior sister without knowing it.”

Mingying: “Old cows eat tender grass.”

Rong Jibai said, “It’s obviously that the old cow was eaten by the tender grass!”

Huaibo looked sad, not as happy as they were: “Peiyu, elle est…”

Zhao Jianyi snatched her words: “She is our little junior sister.”

Rong Jibai: “It’s Xiaobai’s sweetheart.”

Mingying looked at Huaibo and slowly said, “Xiaobo, Mingluan is already dead in Shiling. You killed her with your own hands and avenged us.”

“The current Peiyu is our junior and the person you like.”

“We don’t mind, so you don’t need to be sad either.”

…

The wasteland was rolled up by wind and sand, and the world became blurred.

Peiyu accompanies Jiyue to sit on the rock for the whole night, until the moon sets and the sun rises, and the golden crow is in the sky.

Ji Yue’s eyes moved, and her gaze moved to the east. The sand dunes were undulating endlessly.

She watched for a long time before saying, “En réalité, there have been signs.”

Peiyu: “Quoi?”

Jiyue said, “Manman asked me for help.”

Before she fell into the mud, she stretched out her hand, begging someone to hold her.

Everyone passed by her, and everyone stood by and watched.

Ji Yue hugged her head in pain.

Peiyu’s eyes drooped, “I am also guilty.”

Jiyue: “I want to find her.” Maybe I can’t persuade the devil to turn around, maybe I can’t even see one side.

Peiyu immediately stopped: “It’s too dangerous.”

Ji Yueqing smiled and spoke slowly, with a voice like pearls and jade, and a gentle breeze.

“Quand j'étais jeune, I worshipped the saint’s house, and I was greatly loved by my master. I listened to the teachings of the saints, and my path was magnanimous.”

If there were no subsequent changes, she would take over as the owner of the saint and become what everyone expected.

“The sky loves me so much, I always want to repay the common people. I fight the aquarium outside, protect the people of the East China Sea, and inside, amend classics, preach the teachings, teach the teachers and sisters, and help the master rule the seven cities and the saint village. Peiyu, did you say I did it right?”

Peiyu: “Nature is very good.”

Ji Yue listened to her relief and smiled, but the smile faded quickly with the wind, “I used to think so, as long as I continue to do this, even if I can’t become a saint, I will still be a moderate monk. Mais… à ce moment-là,… When they crowded out, I stopped it.”

“They asked me: What should I do with my parents’ haine? j'ai dit: I don’t share the heavens, fight to the death, but the sins of the parents cannot reach the children.”

“Do they mean that hatred must be forgotten and forgiven? Do they have to sit with the enemy’s son without complaining? Isn’t the love of parental care comparable to the sentence ‘The sin is not as good as the child’?”

Jiyue stiffened slightly, “je… don’t know how to answer. Among those people are the orphans of the’Shen Zhishui’ case, why should I persuade them to let go of their hatred? outre, they did not bully physically, but just ignored them. And exclusion, how can this be convicted?”

“As a master sister, my words and deeds are all examples of my disciples. I dare not say anything, dare not act, I am cautious, marcher sur de la glace mince. Par conséquent, I indulge evil thoughts and stifle goodwill, and now I lose everything. After a long incident, I always I can’t help thinking, if I go back to the beginning, what will I do and how can I protect her?”

She smiled slightly, and her expression was a little dull, “But I tossed and turned, but I couldn’t think of the answer. After so many years of being the master sisters in their hearts, and learning so many economic articles, I actually forgot what I was like. I don’t know how to abandon everything and protect a person. How can I inherit the saint’s will and protect the world?”

Peiyu could not realize this sadness.

À elle, Waiber is more important than everything in the world.

Ji Yue brows sorrowful, and slowly asks herself, “What is right and wrong… Have I been imitating the words and deeds of the saint? I even lost myself?”

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the river.

A lonely flying across the **** horizon, lonely and lonely, bereft of relatives and friends, no home.

Ji Yue stared at Gu Hong in a daze, et demanda doucement: “How should I prove my own way?”

…

Peiyu slowly set foot on the Thousand-Buddha Road, with heavy steps.

The golden afterglow dyed the Buddha statue on the stone wall with color, and the Buddha seemed to come alive, lying or sitting, smiling at the world.

The stone slab at the foot is bright, and thousands of people have already walked on this road.

Just like their way.

Three thousand avenues are long and endless. Thousands of people have passed by, and thousands of people have sought.

Even if the classics have been recorded in detail, one word of Tao can never be copied.

The moment I stepped on it, it meant that Qianshan walked alone and never looked back. The figure of every martyr who seeks the way is always lonely.

Peiyu thought, she was much luckier than those people. There is a long way to go, and someone will always accompany her and explore with her.

When holding Huaibai’s hand, she has already proven her way.

The little monk who was sweeping saw her, smiled sweetly, and said loudly: “Xianzhang, I just took care of Baixianzhang and I’m still looking for you everywhere!”

Peiyu was taken aback, et dit précipitamment, “Where is she?”

The little monk pointed to the mountain and said: “Monter,” he scratched his bald head, “Xianchang, why do you still owe people something.”

Peiyu was surprised: “What do you owe?”

Little monk: “You owe Baixian a long thing, why don’t you forget it too, Hélas, go there quickly, people are waiting in a hurry.”

Peiyu was at a loss, lifted his breath a few longitudinal leaps, and swept across the mountain road.

Sur la falaise, Huaibo stands with his hands in his hands, the ink is loose, and the Qing Yi is flying.

Pei Yu called: “Maître.”

Huaibo looked back at her, and there was a lot of sunset behind him, “Hein?”

Peiyu’s forehead was sweaty, “I heard that you were looking for me and said that I owe you something.”

Huaibo smiled and walked slowly step by step against the light.

Wanzhangxia light surged behind her, coating Tsing Yi with a warm yellow light.

“Oui, you owe me something, have you forgotten it?”

Peiyu frowned in confusion.

Huaibo stretched out his hand, with slender jade fingers, lightly pressed against Peiyu’s chest, and said as he gestured, “One liter of red beans, one liter of black beans.”

She drew a heart on the girl’s chest, and then looked at her with a smile, “You owe me too, love you for two lives.”