In the past, I was young and beautiful, but I didn’t taste the taste of red dust.
Thirty years ago, Sekong had not yet become a monk of the Western Buddha, and the end of the world was still traveling around the world. Zhao Bingmo was still a jade jade.
Soon after the Burial Soul Palace was established in the southwest, the main prince Helian Shen overthrew the main power of the Helian family four years ago to gain power, but there were not many people around him. .
Zhao Bingmo and Helian Shen are half-brothers and sisters. Since childhood, they have followed their mothers to walk around, even after her mother passed away. At that time, Zhao Bingmo was only in his twenties, but had already seen the Yellow Desert in the Western Regions. He had seen the magnificence of the East China Sea. He could see thousands of mountains and rivers in his eyes.
Helian Shenlian went to eighteen letters, all of which were burnt to ashes by her, only to look at the love and blood relationship in childhood, splitting half of the heart-wrenching dead left by her mother and going to the Mizuiling Ridge for temporary help. Helian Shen worked, and went to the Central Plains to hide himself.
At that time, the Emperor Xian was in power. Although there was no reversal, he was very harsh in donating taxes and penalties, and the penalty was extremely heavy. In addition, the case of Beixia Qin Hebai had less than six years in the past, and the party involved involved was unknown. Gu Huangquan, the army reorganized the rules and dispatched soldiers and soldiers, the border guards strictly guarded against death and guarded against foreign enemies.
In the summer and autumn season, she happened to be in the flooded watershed of the Yunsha River. Nearly ten counties and counties suffered from floods and tens of thousands of people were displaced. Zhao Bingmo walked all the way, saw hungry and frozen bones, and saw burning and looting. Human good and evil were exposed in the tribulation. She was so compassionate, but she also saw the poor and evil men who did not bully women and children. Forefront, and kill and save, many people are grateful for her, and many people are terrified.
On that day she kicked the ruffian who was robbing the child’s rations, nearly crushed her breastbone with one foot, and she was about to start with a knife, but suddenly her shoulder fell and her foot was light-someone dragged her under the knife A half-life ruffian is still left, and a man presses her shoulder arm with a stick from behind.
A long-standing year to save people, he is magnificent, wearing a black and white robe, but the sleeves and folds are still stained with a lot of mud, looking dirty and embarrassed, only the eyebrows are still clear, and she walks with one hand against her. After a Taoist ceremony, he smiled and said, “This is a polite way. This girl is polite. The girl is jealous, but this person will not die, please take the knife back to the sheath.”
The master said softly, but Zhao Bingmo remembered a push hand that he was able to capture under the sword. Looking at his eye skills and timing, he knew that this person’s martial arts were not at least under him, let alone behind …
She turned around, and the man in the back also removed her hand, gently resting the wooden stick, and her right palm stood on her chest. She looked down at her and just said softly, “Amitabha.”
Zhao Bingmo thought that he had met a master from the home, but he did not expect to be a monk.
The sound was clear, but I did n’t know how old I was. Zhao Bingmo was a little dissatisfied and raised his eyebrows: “Monk, look up. Tell me to see.”
“Amitabha.” The monk still chanted the buddha, without even looking at him.
The chief smiled at the sight and persuaded: “Girl, this master’s law-name is ‘color is empty’, it is ‘color is empty’. He never looks at the world’s red face, bones and hues.”
“Oh, there are thousands of colorful things under the sky. For the sake of Laozizi’s Buddhist teachings, you must close your eyes and listen. Why should you grow these eyes?” Zhao Bing Mo smiled angrily, and suddenly shot to pick the monk’s chin.
After all, she was not a Central Plains person, and she did not feel that Meng Lang was picking lightly, but the monk retreated three steps in a row. However, Zhao Bingge ’s martial arts movements were extremely fast, and her shot was unpredictable. Although she did not touch his face, Forcing him to raise his head inadvertently.
The face is like Guibi, and it looks like Qingtan. Although he is not stern, but he is tight. He reminded her to look at the Buddha statue brought by the Central Plains merchants in the border towns of the Western Regions. It is not like the golden body of Ambilight. Just like smelling Buddha, peace is good.
Zhao Bingmo’s full of anger was wiped out by Lin Yu in the glance he cast.
“Amitabha.” Sekong chanted the same four words, but this time he added one more sentence, “The female donor weighs herself.”
The fire that had just been extinguished “tipped up” again.
This time, before waiting for Zhao Bing Mo to be angry, Duan Yao Dao already smiled and said: “The girl is so angry, the Master of the Sky is always close to the female. You might be scared by your move.”
Zhao Bingmo looked back at him, only to think that this monk was very interesting. The young monk was stereotyped and old-fashioned, and the elderly was gentle and open-minded like his father and brother. How to forge fate.
She did n’t have a good face for this monk, but had no opinion about the Taoist leader, and it did n’t make him difficult at the moment. She also fell into the sheath and raised her chin: “Since you want to save this man ’s life, save it with the other heart Okay, otherwise let me see him bullying the women and children next time, but there will be no luck today. “
Zhao Bingmo turned around and disappeared on the muddy road, leaving a monk behind him.
In fact, she did not leave.
Perhaps it was the anger that had not disappeared, or perhaps the momentum was on, and Zhao Bingmo remained in this mourning land, and fell far behind the monk, watching them run around.
The scourge of the flood was quite extensive, and many people were affected. Even if the imperial court issued an order to mobilize the officers and soldiers for disaster relief, it was still stretched. Natural disasters cause man-made disasters, and there are many refugees who take advantage of the chaos and incite indignation to make the already anxious situation even more troublesome.
The officers and soldiers were tired of building embankments and disaster relief. Many martial arts people in the vicinity heard the news and helped each other. The people who would know how to do it offered free clinics and those who had the financial resources to buy rice grains. The gangsters moved a few big rocks.
The so-called “chivalrousness” of the Central Plains people turned out to be not only to ward off evil spirits but also to save lives.
Zhao Bingmo saw that the long doctor had opened a free clinic to see people for treatment and medicine, and he kept turning around day and night, so that his eyes were red, and he could smile and caress the child ’s head; In the flood-ridden place, there were hundreds of pounds of rock on his back. He dragged two sacks with his hands, and his feet fell into the mud, one step at a time.
On the 7th day of the disaster relief, the workers in the rotation changed a few times and were still exhausted, but Zhao Bingmo counted clearly the work and rest of Sekong and Duanya-they only closed their eyes once and took less than two hours to rest .
She closed her eyes, and a piece of flesh fluttered beneath her ribs, never ending.
After all, human beings are all flesh and bones, and no one can support it. On the evening of the same day, the monk was unable to build the embankment with stone. He was tripped by mud and stone at the foot, his body was unbalanced, and he was about to be crushed by the stone, and the torrent was washed away.
A flash of shock flashed across his old-fashioned face, and the next moment he was grabbed by his arm and pulled out of the silt of the river.
Zhao Bingmo dragged him ashore, dumped himself on a mud pip, squatted down and laughed, “Monk, I will save your life, how can I repay me?”
Sekong collapsed to the ground, looking up at her drooping gaze, like seeing the moonlight of the galaxy, but there was no starry moon at that time.
He closed his palms hard and whispered: “Amitabha.”
That night she helped the monk back to the camp of the disaster victims and threw it into the tent of Duanya. Dao Chang was opening his bloodshot eyes to count the few herbs left. She could not help seeing the two coming in, and it was a meal.
“Girl, you are …” Pausing, he looked at Sekong with his eyes closed. “What’s wrong with Sekong Master?”
“I fell asleep, I hit.” Zhao Bingmo raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He chuckled. “After seven days of exhaustion and less food and rest, do you think you have entered the Buddhist monastery? “
Duan Dao Dao listened to his ears, and felt that the girl was probably from everybody’s background, and she had grown up with pride and arrogance. She had never spoken soft words, so she even ridiculed her concern.
Being arrogant is not a bad thing, but the world has always been extremely humiliating, and it is easy to break just after it. The red dust is three thousand feet at most. It is the best for those who are smooth and smooth. He sharpened himself more sharply, but this kind of person often hurts others in the end.
With such thoughts in his heart, he didn’t show signs on the face, but just raised his hand and saluted: “Thank you girl for your concern.”
Zhao Bingmo has always known that the people in the Bai Dao pretend to be extraordinary, and she thinks that reputation is more important than anything. She said that she was polite and ready to turn her face with Duanya, but she did not expect Duanya’s attitude to remain peaceful.
She grew up outside the gate since her childhood, and her mother, Zhao Xueyan, also has a fierce temperament. She is surrounded by dead men with few means. She rarely sees men with such a gentle temperament, and is more generous and tolerant than her father and brother.
Facing Sekong, Zhao Bingmo always wanted to test his bottom line, using all means to his utmost. When he saw Duanya, he always couldn’t lose his temper. No matter whether it was thorns or anger, he calmed down in a smile from the other party.
She finally couldn’t help laughing, her color was as bright as the moonlight, and she was charming and cold.
Later, Duanya was also rushed to rest by her. Zhao Bingmo sat at the desk of the free clinic and saw the refugees who came to support each other.
She is not a good doctor of Qihuang medicine, but she inherits the Helian’s poison, knows the skill of attacking poison with poison, and sees some common bruises and headaches and brain fever. So busy all night, when Duanya and Sekong woke up and saw that she was shaving an old man’s festered left leg with medicine, although she was impatient and disgusted, she started with a steady hand and no effort. One cent.
Duan Ya smiled and said softly: “She is actually a good girl, although her temperament is too arrogant.”
Sekong bowed his head and said, “Amitabha.”
They stayed here for more than half a month, cooperating with the officers and soldiers and baekdo justices in disaster relief. Unwilling to fight with other people, Zhao Bingmo simply acted with Duanya and Sekong. At first, he didn’t know how many people looked at such a strange combination. Later, he was surprised.
Duanya was tolerant of Wen Liang’s free clinic to appease, Sekong was prudent and steady to build embankments and fortifications. Zhao Bingge was sharp and timid, and later secretly sent his hands to nearby towns to clean up the black-hearted merchants who paid high prices for food and made disasters. The people in Bai Dao did not know what to do because of the face. Zhao Bingmo never took care of her. She did not leave any room for accidents, nor gave them a chance to make a comeback.
After the floods came into contact, the place was full of waste, and the victims were eager to rebuild their homes, and all the people who came to help will return to their positions.
Zhao Bingmo had nowhere to go. I wanted to continue to follow them to look elsewhere in the Central Plains. I didn’t expect that his subordinates had heard the news at this time that the Soul Palace was here.
She didn’t want to see it, but she had to see it again to avoid trouble, so she watched a monk go side by side, and then went to see the funeral palace with her head full of lawsuits.
It was a man with a weak crown. His eyebrows flew into his temples, his phoenix eyes were narrow, his arrow sleeves were white, his satin boots were crowed, and his long hair was covered with silver ribbons. It looked clean and moist, not like a **** hand. Burial of the palace.
He surrendered Helian Shen ’s tokens and letters, and then saluted Zhao Bingmo with a smile. He said: “In Xiahe Lianyu, I bowed to the righteous brother for the palace lord. Even Zai. “
Helian Shen ’s brother Jieyi called her Auntie, and she took it for granted that Zhao Bingmo did n’t care about these sensible names. What she cared about was Helian Shen ’s letter and Helian Yu.
The letter is simple. The Palace of Burial Soul has been busy cleaning up the remaining sins of the main house for four years since its establishment in Mi Zu Ling. It is also necessary to guard against other forces of the Dao piety to watch out for annexation. Now that Dao Dao is approaching, the ring is set in Mizuoling, and the three schools and six factions must send people to come. Since they ca n’t refuse, they can only convince them to persevere and thoroughly establish themselves.
Helian Shen took out his father’s token, and in his words, he used Zhao Bing Mo’s mother’s hard work to establish the funeral palace. Even if Zhao Bing Mo had the intention to tear the letter, he had to suppress it for a while.
She knew in her heart that she had to go back to the muddy water once and almost spoke somberly: “Okay.”
Uncomfortable, Zhao Bingmo didn’t have a good face for He Lianyu along the way, but he couldn’t hold the other side up and handle things properly. He should have traveled from south to north for many years, and he has a lot of knowledge. No matter whether it is the Chinese original Tao Wulue or the customs and customs of the customs, he can say the truth. Even if Zhao Bingmo treats him coldly, he has to admit that this person can be outstanding. Lian Shen valued it so much that he even took control of the secret hall.
She said: “With your own skills, you can say that you can be the main lord of the palace and keep a side, and squat in the dark hall to do some intelligence and torture. Some of the activities are buried.”
He Lianyu smiled bitterly: “Why don’t the boys want to be aspiring?”
Zhao Bingmo stunned, grabbed him with a hand and carefully explored the pulse, only to realize that it was wrong.
Helian Yu has Ligu Gu in his body.
Guzhu is a major inheritance of the Helian family. The longevity Gu internally controls the external Gu, and now no one can learn it except Zhao Bingmo and Helian Shen. Whoever left the “Li Hun Gu” on He Lianyu, Zhao Bing Mo even wanted to get the back of his head.
“You …” Zhao Bingmo lowered his hand and changed his expression, “Aren’t you sworn brothers?”
“Dear brothers still have trouble with the wall, not to mention just brother worship?” He Lianyu smiled bitterly, “Fang Wei Dujian, it is human nature.”
He Lian’s martial arts skills are extremely high, which is even stronger than that of Zhao Bing Mo. His internal force and dominance are only seen in Zhao Bing Mo’s life, and his handling methods are well-understood by people. Use, naturally he will be afraid of him.
What about Zhao Bingmoth?
Her martial arts are not inferior to Helian Shen, and she is also in control of the threat of Gusheng, and there are a team of dead men under her control. Can Helian Shen really feel relieved about her? Not necessarily also.
Zhao Bingmo’s eyes fell.
Helian Yu’s seemingly unintentional words were like opening a hidden door. Zhao Bingmo wasn’t a naive and innocent girl, so he naturally fell in love.
This is indeed the case.
When she returned to the Palace of Burial Soul, Helian Shen was unsuccessful and asked her warmly, but Zhao Bingmo’s every move was under his eyes, and he refused to let it go.
In several conversations, she knocked on the side, and inside and out of the words meant that she would lead people to stay in the mountain range and guard the mountain gate. In this way, it was like a fierce watchdog. Although it may bite the master, it is always in the cage. I can’t turn the sky around.
Zhao Bingmo is still laughing, his eyes getting colder and colder.
Seven days later, the Dao Dao, three masters and six schools of magic masters from all walks of life came together. He Lianyu carefully arranged the residence of the coming people, seemingly ordinary but inadvertently splitting it up, and there were guard posts along the way, and the dead of Zhao Bingmo lurked in secret to wait for the opportunity to guard the burial soul under the cover of the dark clouds The foundation of the palace.
In the final of the Nine Wars, in the three rounds of Helian Shen, Zhao Bingmo, and Helian Yu, six wins, two losses and one tie, the blood sacrifice knife and the life set the root, inserting the three words “burial soul palace” into three In the heart of the Sixth School of Men, since then, the magic path has changed, and the competition has been stronger than ever, but no one dares to look down on the Burial Soul Palace.
Helian Shenxi couldn’t win, but Zhao Bingmo didn’t stay in the Zongling Ridge, and he quietly left on the third day.
Helian Yu gave her a message that a stranger outside the customs had arrived.
The Helians were originally non-Guan, and it was nothing wrong with them, but Zhao Bingmo obeyed his mother’s fate and never refused to deal with them more. Since Helian Shen could not be prevented from meeting with him, he could not be bothered.
You Lianyu gave her convenience in the dark, and Zhao Bingmo left silently. When Helian Shen found out, she had crossed the Xichuan and came to Nandi Water Village.
After the Dao Dao comparison, Zhao Bingmo became famous in one battle, and in order to avoid trouble, he changed his veil and put on a saber. After all, these days went smoothly. She walked and stopped along the way, comfortably, and unconsciously it was late autumn, the northern vegetation had withered, but the south had greenery.
On that day the morning light was slightly revealed, and she was drifting down the water on a boat. When passing the Lanxi Bridge, she suddenly heard a girl crying by the bridge, accompanied by a soft voice.
Zhao Bingmo walked to the bow of the ship and looked up, and saw a wet girl sitting on the bridge, wearing a snowy monk robe, holding her legs and crying, as if at first glance she was bullied .
Squatting beside her was a familiar young monk, who was a little helpless, and he dared not touch her easily. He could only ask questions softly, but the girl kept crying, which attracted many people to watch. With the monk pointing, he looked awkward.
Zhao Bingmo listened carefully for a while. It turned out that the girl had been trafficked by her teeth. She finally escaped from the boat and was rescued by the monk. But she was too scared to say where she lived. She only knew how to cry, but she was kind. The monk was accused.
But despite this, the monk was not angry, but tried to show a smile from the stereotyped face. It was not so beautiful, but it was as bright as the warm sun of spring, accompanied by the clear sound of the morning bell in the mountains, so that the crying girls all Slowly stopped.
Zhao Bingmo stayed with him for more than half a month, still seeing him smile for the first time, there were some flowers in front of him, it seemed that a ray of sunlight had leaked to the bottom of his eyes, and he could no longer pick them out.
She couldn’t help but smile, and said: “Monk, I will help her to the town, you tell me a scripture about Dharma, OK?”
The squatting monk got up and turned his head to look under the bridge. I saw a boat moored on the water, and there was an elderly propeller at the stern.
The breeze blew her veil and gave a glimpse of what she saw on the muddy shore that night.
“… Amitabha.” Sekong’s palm chanted the Buddha’s horn with a smile that didn’t change, “Okay.”