MTL - The Evil God Emperor is In the City-Chapter 157 April loquat is not yellow

that night.

Ge Mu pulls on Zhao Yiqing and Fang Ying and jumps into the dry well, and uses the technique of telephotography to capture a stone slab to seal the entrance of the well and enter the prison.

The dome is a vaulted chamber with three futons listed.

Ge Mu took the lead to sit down, pointed and let the two of them sit down, then put a porcelain urn of spiritual liquid in the center, carefully opened the lid, and the rich and pure spiritual energy gushed out, instantly filling the entire space, and the air was everywhere. They are all suspended with tiny blue light particles, like a galaxy.

so beautiful!

Zhao Yiqing's water-cut eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch the pale blue light particles.

"Little daughter-in-law, don't visit, let me tell you something important. Our retreat practice is called meditation in the Taoist way. It's not sitting in a daze. If you have practiced well, you will have an epiphany and soar in the daytime without relying on magic."

"Fetal breath?"

"You have already memorized the "Three Pure Purification Sutra" like a fluent, always clear, always quiet, always pure, filter out the distracting thoughts in your heart, keep your dantian, and naturally you can enter the state of fetal breath."

Zhao Yiqing nodded his head: "Well, I'll try."

"The way cannot be forced, and the same is true of practice. You try to relax your mind, just like sitting in yoga at the Xiaoyuanshan villa."

Ge Mu patiently guided Zhao Yiqing. After many attempts, the latter gradually entered the state, the acupoints opened and closed, and the breath gradually slowed down, until he reached the state of constant fetal breath.

The blue light particles that filled the air moved closer to her, on and off with the rhythm of her breathing.

Fang Ying has more than ten years of practice experience, and it is common for her to enter the fetal breath. Ge Mu doesn't need to worry about her. After Zhao Yiqing entered the meditation, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, enjoying this rich and pure incomparable. Reiki.

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Cultivation has no years and months, and retreat can best reflect it. Accidentally, the sun and the moon will rotate with a flick of a finger.

Outside the prison, the crescent moon set in the west, the morning sun rose in the east, and the last cloudy rain in late spring fell for five or six days in a row, and then the old mountain flowers and trees burst into a grand new green and bright red.

The bitter fragrance of flowers permeated the Sanqingmen.

In April, the best of the world, the old woman Wu Suqiu died suddenly under the loquat tree. Feng Tianhe and Pang Shiduo were both present at that time, but old man Pang knew the thoughts of his younger brother and he left them alone for the last time.

Wu Suqiu looked vaguely at the road to Sanqingmen, and raised her finger: "Senior brother, that day I came to Sanqingmen wearing a new red dress, and that's the way I walked."

"Um."

"You and Senior Brother Pang stood at the intersection to welcome me. Senior Brother Pang pointed at me and said, Tianhe, look at how handsome this little girl is. In the future, the master will ask her to be your daughter-in-law. You were shy at that time. Then hide behind the tree."

"Yeah." Feng Tianhe looked in the direction Wu Suqiu was looking, opened his mouth, but only said two simple words.

"Senior brother, in the battle of Xiefanggu, our Sanqingmen defended the enemy in Wuzhong. You helped me block a sword, didn't you?"

"It's been too long, I don't remember."

Wu Suqiu shook her head: "You, you have something in your heart that you don't want to say, but I know that because of that sword, you have been coughing for more than 20 years, and you said that it was smoking. In fact, when did you smoke? ."

Feng Tianhe subconsciously groped in his pocket, found the cigarette case, pressed it but did not take out the cigarette.

"Some words, I can guess if you don't say it; but some words, if you don't say it, I have to spend decades to guess." Wu Suqiu stood up tremblingly, and her eyes were about to fall on Feng Tianhe's face. superior.

After looking at it for a long time, I was afraid that I could not see clearly.

He finally saw it and turned his head.

"I borrowed a sword from the sky with my thirty-year lifespan. Brother, you have grown old like me, and your hair is all white."

Wu Suqiu's energy was intermittent, like a candle that was about to go out. Feng Tianhe knew that she might not even be able to speak a few words, so he shook his head gently and said, "At this age, her hair should have turned white long ago."

"Brother..."

Wu Suqiu reached out and pressed Feng Tianhe's hand.

"I have suffered in this life because I met Wen Ji; I have not suffered in this life because I have a good senior brother, but he is too stupid."

"Senior brother, at that time you taught on behalf of the teacher, and I had a lot of dissatisfaction with you, which were engraved on the old trees at the entrance of Sanqingmen, where you and Brother Pang stood when they picked me up. A few old trees, you can take a look later."

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"If you have a next life, don't let me guess your mind again..."

Before the words were finished, Wu Suqiu drooped down coldly.

She murmured "Senior Brother" with the last strength of her body, slowly fell on the reclining chair, closed her eyes, and the energy completely disappeared.

Feng Tianhe walked along the road that she looked at last, and walked under the old trees.

The roads on both sides are open, and the majestic old trees and green grass cross the knees, which is not similar to that of more than fifty years ago, but the old trees that have experienced thousands of years of wind and frost seem to have not changed. Feng Tianhe pushed aside the weeds and walked under the trees.

There are indeed inscriptions on the trunk, which are vaguely recognizable.

"Feng Tianhe is a stupid pig. He hit me on the palm today. This is the second day after I came to Sanqingmen."

Feng Tianhe smiled dumbly~www.novelbuddy.com~ with tears in his eyes, this was indeed the tone of that little junior sister who loved to talk and laugh back then.

"Feng Tianhe, I'm about to catch up with you."

"Brother Pang made fun of me again today about being your daughter-in-law."

The first old tree is these three lines.

Go to the second strain.

"Feng Tianhe, you are so stupid."

"You dare to peek at the female disciple of Qingyangmen, and ignore you for a hundred days."

The third strain.

"You won't come to me again? You won't come to me?"

"You must not like me."

Seeing this last line of words, Feng Tianhe's body suddenly froze for a moment, his heart felt like a heavy blow, and he took a few steps backwards. Although he was old enough to be a young man, he was still waiting day and night. Still turned it all over.

It turned out that the younger sister Wu Suqiu liked him at that time.

Got it all.

All the bitter fruit was due to his cowardice in feelings. If he dared to speak out what was in his heart back then, Wu Suqiu would not have misunderstood it, let alone any subsequent warm messages.

The bitter fruit was self-brewed, delaying two people.

Feng Tianhe hysterically laughed a few times, and squatted down while supporting the old tree, his head slammed against the tree.

"I... Feng Tianhe... You have grown these eyes in vain..."

"Junior sister, it's me, it's me who's sorry for you, it's me who's sorry for you!"

The over-aged old man muttered to himself, and then burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, until he vomited a few mouthfuls of old blood, and slowly fell to his knees at the place where they first met at the best of times.

But they missed the best time, and if they missed it, it was this life.

At that time, the loquats in April were not yet yellow.

Especially today.

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