MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 145 There are individuals in the temple (below)

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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Extremely cold north of the snowy mountains. The extremely cold temple of the scorpion, Fan Xiantou did not go back to the building. Once again, I broke the body of the immortal, and in this snow-covered world, I produced countless dazzling spots.

No one noticed the snow. His back is soaked. In such a cold climate. The sweat oozes out of his body and wets all the underwear. His expression is still calm. Who knows the moment when he broke into the body of the immortal. How much courage he has condensed. How much determination.

What is the unfathomable strength of the temple. Whether it is as the Emperor Majesty and Wu Zhushu said, it has been ruined to a certain extent. Fan Xian is not clear. Only Wu Zhushu was obviously trapped in this snow temple. Let him have a natural fear of this temple, but he still has to bet.

At the moment, it seems that he is gambling to win, and those light spots are condensed into the body of the immortal. Obviously, there is nothing extremely powerful, and it is somewhat closer to the holographic picture that Fan has previously guessed.

However, there are still many secrets in the temple. Many explanations are unclear, such as the richness of the world. For example, the secrets of martial arts that were once stolen by their mothers. In that world, there may be Chen’s Taijiquan. But certainly there can be no such wonderful things as hegemony.

Fan’s thin lips trembled slightly and passed the threshold of a good building. The hand was behind him, giving Haishu and Wang Shilang a gesture. He hoped that the two partners could be under the prestige of the Snow Temple. Still able to stand strong. Can help yourself.

He broke into the building, and the light spots followed like fireflies, leaving a piece of snow, and the snow platform that did not leave the footprints of the bluebirds. The two heavy doors closed silently. Closed inside the door. However, Haishu and Wang Shilang were kept out of the door.

Haishu and Wang Shilang have not got rid of the shock. They don't know where Van Free comes from the courage of the sky. Actually, they wore the past from the body of the immortal, and they did not understand why the immortal was hit by Fan Xian, and it was actually a light spot.

They are even more worried about the safety of the closed door, the sea breeze blossoming eyes and the bright light. I want to lift the whole body to repair this door. Wang Shilang suddenly said: "His gesture is to let us stay outside... take advantage of this opportunity to find someone."

Fan is taking this risk. Leave Haishu and Wang Shilang outside the door. Naturally, I hope that they can take advantage of their own opportunities. Search for the traces of Wuzhu Shudi in the temple. Fan is a thousand miles away, and he has to work hard to come to the temple. The reason for more than half is because he is the closest to his uncle.

This is an antique temple building. However, the building materials inside are not ordinary bluestone, but a material similar to metal. Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly. I glanced through the temple very quickly, only to find that there was nothing in the building, and there was nothing surprising. The only piece of blank space in the piece is faintly letting people rely on the name of the museum, which is associated with countless years ago. It may be a booth one by one.

The murals outside the temple have long been remnant, but the murals in this building are still well preserved, and the scenes of the paintings can be clearly seen.

Fan Xian left his hands behind him, squatting like an old man, carefully walking through the wall pictures, and his eyes swept over the murals. Very meticulous, very careful. Since the fairy who was condensed by the light point refused to tell him the truth of history. Then this truth. Only let him find it himself.

Just in the arms and leisure. When you look at the murals carefully. Those who are condensed into the ground are like a ghost, floating behind him, and Fan is clear about this. But he didn't look back and didn't ask anything. At this time, the scene was very wonderful. He was followed by a fairy or a ghost. Fan’s heart was inevitably a little hairy, but his performance was exceptionally calm.

The style of these murals is very close to that of the oil paintings known to the past. The content depicted above is an ancient myth that is occasionally mentioned in the Concentration of the Continent. It is only that the faces of the gods are extremely vague, whether they are thundering in the mountains, floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater. There was a strange white mist that covered their true face.

Fan Xian’s heart screamed again, remembering the murals in the Kyoto Temple and the murals in the Dadongshan Shangqing Temple. The contents depicted on these murals are unknown thousands of years ago. It is sure that there are countless generations in the middle, and some vagueness is inevitable. It’s just that this temple is the source of all legends. Why are the gods on these murals still blurred?

I have always followed the celestial beings in the temple, following the glory of the soul, and suddenly said: "These murals are from the hands of Bol."

"Bol? The sorcerer of the West three hundred years ago. I heard that he and his wife Fubo are both celestial... The disappearance disappeared without a trace. It turned out to be back to the temple." Frowning and said: "The Heavenly Pulse is originally a voter who spreads the seeds of wisdom in the temple. I thought that these Tianmai people would have a dissatisfaction in the end, and they would all be killed by the messengers sent out by the temple. I did not expect it to be Have alive and return to the temple."

"The temple is forbidden to do things. Naturally, it will not kill the world, but you are right, countless years. There are always Tianmai who inherit the school of the temple, and they will be mourned. It will be suffering. But at this time. Temple The messenger will be sent out. Let him disappear into invisible."

"This is probably the reason why the legendary Tianmai disappeared in the end." Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the soul behind him was still smooth and gentle, just calling himself. Use your word. And began to communicate with myself.

"But the couple like Boer and Fubo are different. They don't have any secular **. When Fubo died, Boer experienced endless hardships and returned to the temple, just at that time. The mural was about to be broken, so he spent seven years refining the murals in the temple."

“But the history of Dadongshan Qing Temple and Kyoto Qing Temple is more than three hundred years... How could it be that the murals are still in the style of Boer?”

"Because Bohr is just a restoration. Without creation, he followed the style of murals many years ago. Naturally, it is similar to the murals you grew up in."

Fan Xian suddenly pointed to the flames and light of the sky in the murals. Asked with both eyes: "Why are those gods not looking?"

"Because the true God never has to look at people."

"So you are not the true God."

The light spots floating in the air after Fan’s leisure gradually faded the face of the old man. Changed into a mirror in general, after a long silence, said: "As you said before. I am not a god."

"Very good, I am worried that you have been mad for tens of thousands of years in this snowy mountain. I really think of myself as a god. That is not easy to deal with." Hearing the voice of the temple around him. Fan’s mood is slightly relaxed. At least one of the most crazy and terrible possibilities. Was denied by the temple itself.

If it is truly life and emotionally present, hear this sentence. I will definitely understand what is hidden inside him. However, it is obvious that the existence of the temple is only passively thinking in accordance with certain established processes, and does not go on to say anything.

"God is not without face. But there is no God at all." I don't know why, when Fan said this sentence, his mood suddenly became lonely. Because there is no God in the world. Then he exists. The existence of the mother. Still so unpredictable. There is no reason.

"Those are just some powerful machines or weapons." Fan is pointing to the gods on the murals that can open the ground. Whispered: "I don't know what weapons, atomic bombs or neutron bombs? Anyway, it's something terrible."

The soul of the light floating in the air. After hearing this sentence of Fan Xian. The mirror suddenly sputtered extremely strongly. It seems that the behavior is being considered extremely violently. Perhaps it is because Fan has said that it has no idea to hear the words, so that it can not be analyzed in a short time.

The light in this building is not so dazzling and faint. The warmth and gentleness of sprinkling on Fan’s body is like giving him a layer of light. I don’t know if it is necessary to preserve the exhibits. Or because the energy of the temple is about to dry up. The light is not very bright. Fan is quietly moving forward. All the murals have been read all the time. I returned to the center of the building and looked back at the light of the earth floating in the air. Silence for a long time. The opening said: "Now, you should be very clear, I am not an ordinary person... My two partners are not here at this time. I don't think you need to worry about anything, you can explain the temple to me."-

The mirror of the light soul is in a state of calm and silence. It seems that this request can not be passed in the analysis of the idle.

"I throw bricks and lead jade. I will come to pick up bricks first." Fan coughed twice and felt a weak, slowly sitting on the cold ground, slowly absorbing the ubiquitous atmosphere between the heavens and the earth, while using a hoarse The voice slowly said: "The temple is a relic, a site of a civilized land. In your words, this is a military museum. So it holds the top of those civilizations. The most terrible existence. You I don't want to tell the history of the temple, I have to guess by these murals and some of my cognition."

"That civilization is definitely a civilization I am familiar with."

Fan leisure slowly closed his eyes, thinking of Shaun’s words in the cave, and Wu Shushu once said that after the mother fled the temple for the first time, she should return to the temple again to find Wu Zhushu. went. That being the case. That box should be in the second time. Was stolen from the temple by the mother.

Barrett is hidden in the military museum. It is obvious that the museum existed in the era. It should be later than the time when Fan left, and it is a civilization of the same origin. Fan Xian can not believe it. What ancient civilization can also make the same gun.

I thought of that familiar. A civilization that is in line with the world that you have lived through. It has become a shadow in history, and it has become a broken temple in the snow-capped mountains where the world can't pick it up. Those fans are busy... No, Fan Shen once loved hate and pity the people who have passed away, and they have already changed in time and time. It became a ghost, a thing he had visited, seen, and admired. It has turned into a yellow sand.

There was a pain in his heart, and the pain was not so strong, but it was exceptionally clear. Sour. Extraordinarily awkward. I have never seen the ancients before. I will not see you later. In addition to Ye Xiaomei, there is only oneself, the world is long, what is the embarrassment? This is a million years of loneliness. It is so heavy that he falls on him alone.

Fan is sitting on the ground. Coughing again and again, breathing quickly. After a long time. There was a hint of indifference and a faint glow in the eyes, and the expression was like a smile. Looking at the light in the air, the light is shining into the mirror. Asked: "As a former colleague, can you tell me how the world was destroyed in the past? Is it really crazy to start throwing nuclear bombs?"

The light mirror is as smooth as ice, after a long time. The gentle and steady voice rang in all directions inside the building: "That is a great battle in the realm of the gods. The immortals are all stunned by the heavens. The waves of the waves, the deformation of the earth. The volcano erupts..."

"Enough!" Fan’s angry voice rang in the open building. He stared at the mirror, coughing violently, and finally coughed up a trace of blood. He licked the blood stains on his lips. Shouting at the mirror: "I am the one who is the **** gods! Let's take these **** and say things!"

"You are a **** museum. It's not a temple!"

Within the spring palace of the Qingguo Palace, there is a crisp and icy sound in the royal study room, and the wooden door of the royal study room is slightly opened. In order to facilitate ventilation, Yao **** headed the **** palace ladies to be careful outside the house. Did not go in.

"When the height of the temple is high, it is worrying about its people. When it is far away from the rivers and lakes, it is worrying about its princes. It is also a matter of progress and sorrow. It is also a worry. But when is Le Ye? Its must-day: the world’s worries and worries, the world’s Happy and happy..."

Fan Ruorou whispered the article, closed the page, and went to the corner of the royal study room. She began to squint and stared. She looked at the spring tree outside the window and couldn't help but think of her brother. I heard that they went to the north. What is there in the north? Is the legendary temple in the north? I heard that the northernmost land is snowy all year round. It’s not a place where ordinary people can get close. Is your brother now?

It is already late in the spring, and it has been more than four months since the last palace change. The palace is shrouded in the sunshine of the United States and the United States. However, in the Imperial Study Room, there was always a sense of icy cold. The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty lay on the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt and pale. There are some gods in my eyes. Follow Fan Ruoruo's gaze. Look at the green trees outside the window. Do not know why. His heart was particularly disgusted with the existence of these green trees, perhaps because he felt the spring and autumn. Everything changes, this natural norm can not withstand.

"Worry about it. Worried about its people... When Anzhi took a sentence in the Beiqi Palace, he was forced to write a paragraph by the little emperor. In the end, he just wrote this paragraph without a head." The emperor said slowly: "I just don't understand, can write such a child. How can you make such a thing without a father?"

It has been so long. The Qing court naturally knew that the counter thief Fan Xian had already escaped from Kyoto and sent back information from the north. More accurately pointed out the whereabouts of the leisure, but many officials in Nanqing were surprised that Fan fled from Kyoto. Did not vote for the North Qi Dynasty court embrace. More unexpected is. His Majesty the Emperor seemed to only bet on Fan Fan’s body, and did not carry out a major cleansing inside the country.

The emperor’s eyes were slightly stunned. Those sparse eyelashes are like ominously broken leaves in autumn. When he was getting more and more on his wrinkles, he looked over the shoulders of Fan Ruoruo and suddenly asked: "Is it really a good emperor?"

This is a very sad question. A very ridiculous question. What exactly is Qingdi’s work on the dragon chair is just a question that needs to be recognized by history. But the most powerful man in the world, but I don't know why. It is especially necessary to get recognition from some people.

At the beginning, he wanted to put Fan Xie under house arrest in Kyoto, and he just wanted to borrow the eyes of Fan. Tell those who are dead. Now Fan Fan is back. He was used to asking Fan Ruo Ruo this question, and the question was obviously asked more than once. Because Fan Ruoruo did not return. Direct calm should say: "This is not a question that the minister should answer."

The voice of the Yao **** suddenly came from outside the royal study: "Yigui is coming, the morning county is coming..."

The voice did not fall, Yi Gui and Lin Yier both walked in. It is obvious that these two women came in many times during this time, and the emperor only looked at them coldly. There is no reprimand. Not to let them get out, let them go to the soft couch and smash their bodies.

Lin Yuer changed all the quilts on the soft couch. While wiping the fine sweat on his forehead, he smiled and said: "All are the new cotton in Zhongzhou. Embroidery is the most fashionable method in Quanzhou. You can't feel comfortable."

Yigui is taking a few foods from the food box. Carefully feed your underarms. While feeding one side, he said: "The sun is good these two days. Your Majesty should also go out and move around."

The emperor said indifferently: "Every day comes. It is not too annoying, and it is not impossible to move." The emperor’s knee injury is still not good. Even the expectations of Fan Ruohe and Tai Hospital. Surprisingly lingering, perhaps it is really old, if it is placed at the peak of the Qing Emperor. How to seriously hurt, I am afraid that he has already returned to the beginning.

Lin Biaoer did not hear the emperor’s words, and he began to slap his shoulders with a smile. Fan Ruo Ruo looked at it for a while. I couldn't help but shook my head. Sitting on the other side of the emperor. Start to massage for him.

The royal study room was in a quiet place, and Yi Guizhen sat quietly in front of the emperor. Smiling looking at this scene. There was no major cleaning in the court. The officials of the Hepai area were killed by Fan Xian. On the contrary, the interior of the court became a steel bucket. The three emperors, Li Chengping, recently began to try to contact the political affairs under the leadership of Hu University. Although Mei Long’s stomach is too big, how can I see it? The interior of the country is in a very wonderful state of stability.

At least in the eyes of the world, the emperor has no idea of ​​changing stocks.

It seems that Qingguo has not changed anything, but it seems to have become better, except for the young man who is called Fan Xian. He has disappeared from the human world for almost half a year. No one knows where he is, he is still alive.

Lin Biaoer did not return to Ganzhou with the size of his family, as planned by Fan. Instead, he stayed calm in Kyoto. And the number of entrances to the palace is more than ever. This scene does not shock how many people are shocked.

"You will go to the DPRK tomorrow. You don't want to come." After a long silence, the Emperor suddenly said. His tone is very indifferent, but there is a very heavy and difficult to detect, perhaps it is such a man, in fact, these days also enjoy the service of these relatives. However, these relatives are, after all, the family of the son who dares to resist his own.

"Yes. Your Majesty." Lin Biaoer smiled softly and did not have much to say. She clearly knows what she is doing. It is also clearly known. I am just inherited the idea of ​​vanity.

"Don't expect that kid to come back alive. If he really comes back, even if he can spare his life, the officials in this world can't allow him to live again." The emperor slowly closed his eyes and his lips were like him. Eyelashes are generally pulled and look a little tired.

Can Fan Leisure come back alive? This is a problem that is heavy on everyone’s heart. And the words of the emperor. Obviously, everyone was behind the road. The emperor still closed his eyes tightly and said indifferently: "You don't know why he must find the temple. But he knows that he wants to find the old five to come back to kill, for such a The son who has lost his goodness. Do you still have anything to him? Cold. Borrow, love?"

Yes. The tense has developed to this day, and Qing Emperor has not squandered all the people involved in Fan Xian. It has revealed a rare magnanimity. Of course, it is more because of the agreement between him and Fan. After all, he did not know whether Fan Xian died at this time.

Although it has been descending since ancient times, it seems that no one has been able to find a temple on its own, let alone rescue people from the temple. But the emperor still can't be assured because he knows that a woman once did it once. That son and the woman's son. Will it bring a big surprise to the world again?

If the old five really came back with Fan. What will happen. How will this be the day? The emperor suddenly opened his eyes.眸中寒芒露露, said: "The leaves are re-entered into the palace."

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