After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Yuzhen House.

"Guest officer, go slowly!"

The shopkeeper dialed the golden abacus and happily sent a guest away. Then he looked up and saw Zheng Wan, who hadn't seen him for more than a month, walking in briskly.

"Wonderful true monarch, rare guest! rare guest!"

The shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him and bowed his hands in a salute.

"I'm looking for the white shopkeeper, can she be there?"

The shopkeeper on behalf of the shopkeeper sighed:

"At this time, you are the only one who comes to find the treasurer Bai."

When Zheng Wan heard what he said was wrong, he asked urgently:

"What's wrong with the treasurer Bai?"

"Seeing... it's only been two days."

The shopkeeper sighed, "I told me this morning that I saw Rongrong and spoke to the wall for a long time."

He is also considered an old seniority in Yuzhen Building.

The treasurer Bai used to have many beautiful people, and it would be impossible to say that it was impossible. How could it not make people feel emotional.

"You go report it."

Zheng Yu said, "So I said, my deceased who is the treasurer of Bai...come to return something."

When she said this, she suddenly felt that her teeth were as heavy as lead-filled, and her mouth was astringent.

"True gentleman wait a minute."

The shopkeeper recruited the shopkeeper and asked him to entertain him. He ran to the backyard as soon as he flirted with his robe. After less than ten breaths, he stumbled and stumbled when he passed the threshold.

Zheng Wan felt bad, and before the shopkeeper opened his mouth, a blue sky flashed into the backyard.

The four-open red lacquered door was open, obviously because the shopkeeper had forgotten to close it in a panic.

Zheng Wan didn't think much, he had already entered the room.

Ambergris was burning in the room, and the incense pot on the side of the room was full of death.

Zheng Yu saw the old man on the bed at a glance.

She curled up, she could only see her sparse withered hair exposed outside the quilt, and her thin quilt could not cover her jagged bones. Very thin, lying there quietly, as if not breathing.

"Bai... the shopkeeper?"

Zheng Yu couldn't help lowering his voice.

The treasurer Bai lay motionless, like a boneless shelf.

Just when Zheng Yu thought that she had already gone, the voice like a broken gong passed through the heavy air and reached his ears:

"It's... the true sire of joy."

"I didn't expect the old man to have a handful of old bones, and I will still see you."

"The shopkeeper..."

Zheng Wan has nothing to say.

She walked to the couch, and the hard object held tightly in her hand poked her soft palm, causing her throat to suffocate, and she couldn't bear to say anything for a while.

Instead, the white shopkeeper smiled calmly:

"You come, are you that person... have something to say."

She turned her head.

Her face is completely gone.

The eye sockets were sunk in, and gray age spots spread all over the face. Under the dim light, at first glance, it looked like a decayed corpse.

Zheng Wan was taken aback.

She squeezed her palm and spread it out again:

"Yes. Master said, the things return to the original owner."

Huang Chengcheng's longevity lock lay on the palm of her snow-white palm with a rope that faded to almost gray and brown.

The young female sister couldn't bear it, and the shopkeeper laughed silently.

She said with a shriveled mouth, "Ho **** ho", and then said after a long while:

"Your master, it's still this dog temper."

The treasurer Bai moved, his skinny fingertips reached the rope, and with a pull, the longevity lock fell on the collapse and rolled.

Zheng Wan quickly picked it up and handed it to her open palm. The white shopkeeper closed her hands. The hand holding the longevity lock was placed on her chest, and he said after a long while:

"The true monarch's road number is very good.

People floating in the world, why not have fun? The true monarch can still see. "

Zheng Wan was silent.

She asked herself, Zheng Wan, can you see clearly?

Worried and worried, afraid that the way forward is difficult to understand, and that love will be difficult for a long time, they shrink back.

No, she is nothing but a vulgar thing.

She couldn't look away.

"There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love parting, long-lasting resentment, can't ask, can't let go... I have tasted everything in my life."

The treasurer Bai's voice lowered.

The room fell silent all at once.

Only the incense of the furnace ding on the wall exudes a deep fragrance.

Zheng Wan subconsciously stretched out his hand and probed under her nose. Fortunately, he was still angry.

She withdrew her hand.

The treasurer Bai's eyes widened suddenly, and her gaze went straight through her, through the empty room, and looked into the distance.

A thin light shined through the window.

"Rong Rong, Rong Rong, you have come to see A Niang, haven't you?"

She stretched out her hand tremblingly.

The long life lock "clicked" and fell to the edge of the bed, rolled, and fell to the ground.

Zheng Wan leaned over and picked it up. When he straightened up, he saw the treasurer Bai suddenly laughed.

That thin and sallow face stretched out, mixed with sweet honey, the 28th girl who seemed to have fallen in love:

"Xiu Lang, Xiu Lang, you are here..."

Zheng Wan suddenly remembered eight words:

Returning to the light, unable to return to the sky.

She did not say anything to pierce the delusion of the treasurer Bai.

The hands of the treasurer Bai did not stay in the air and dangled, but only a piece of air was caught. She looked at both hands blankly:

"Xiu... Lang?"

Those turbid eyes shrouded in the shadow of death blinked, and suddenly became clear, and the treasurer Bai laughed:

"It seems that until I die, God won't let me do what I want, nothing more, nothing more."

"True Monarch?"

"Treasurer, please say."

"That Daojun, is the true gentleman's beloved one?" Before Zheng Yu could answer, the treasurer Bai hummed a song that was popular in the market recently, "Don't wait for a moment, the young man's head is white, empty and sad..."

"True Lord should not be like me..."

Zheng Yu's mouth tightened suddenly.

"How happy it was then. He said to my eyes,'Qingqing is like the moon in the sky, the brocade in the clouds, he must cherish the treasure of love.' Later, he said,'Qingqing is the moon in the sky and the flower in the cloud. , Unpredictable,'... he painted for me, planted peach trees for me, threw eyebrows for me, and cut through thorns..."

"Xiu Lang, Xiu Lang, Yu Niang... miss you."

The white shopkeeper gradually closed his eyes.

Zheng Wan stood quietly. At this moment, the world has such clear boundaries. With the bed as the boundary, one side is life and the other side is death.

"Kang Dang--"

When the wind blew by, the gate shook and hit the threshold with a loud noise.

Zheng Wan wakes up like a dream.

"White shopkeeper..."

The shopkeeper stepped in.

"Gone."

Zheng Wan turned around.

The shopkeeper suddenly stopped.

He looked at the young female nun, her face was calm, her eyes were very clean and clear, she was not embarrassed, but her face was slightly pale, comparable to the wall on the side.

"Sorry for the shopkeeper."

"There is no sorrow." The shopkeeper smiled bitterly, "Alive like this, and dead will be clean."

He flicked his sleeves, walked to the Bogu shelf on the side, and took a square-shaped red sandalwood box from the shelf. The words were engraved on the box: My Daughter Bai Rong.

Zheng Wan watched as the representative shopkeeper took the box, came to the couch, and respectfully placed the box on the round table beside the couch.

"On behalf of the shopkeeper, this is..."

"The treasurer Bai left a message, saying that there is no need for burial, so he burned to ashes and scattered in this world. It is good to be free. And Bai Rong, if someone comes to receive it, let it go, and if no one is there, it will be scattered with her.

Zheng Wan put the longevity lock in his palm on the sandalwood box.

A fireball popped up at the fingertips of the shopkeeper, and the fireball fell on the collapsed floor. The quilt was softly lit, and the red flame jumped up to a foot high, but after a short while, the whole room was reflected in red.

Zheng Wan didn't retreat. He listened to the "sizzling" sound as the tongue of fire licked the human body, like raw meat rolling over an oil pan, which made people feel nauseous.

She watched without blinking, letting herself remember the face soaked in misery and regret, it was brown and black, and the flesh was burned through, leaving only a gray bone frame.

The bone frame that had been drained of blood couldn't even be white, and after a while, it gradually softened, and was blown away by the slight wind and turned into ashes.

The fly ash whirled and settled on the bluestone slab ground.

"Is the shopkeeper helping the kitchen before?"

Zheng Wan's voice was dumb.

Under his control, the fire did not spread beyond the area of ​​the bed at all, and even the circle around the bed remained the same.

"Yes."

With a flick of the shopkeeper's long sleeves, the ashes on the ground were scattered.

The wind was blowing, and the ash flew slowly outside the window, over the green grass, over the eaves, over the city, fluttering to the sky, and sprinkled some on the ground.

Zheng Wan took back his soul consciousness.

This freedom after death is nothing but a delusion for the weak to appease themselves. It is of no use at all.

she thinks.

The shopkeeper took the sandalwood box back into his arms, Zheng Wan glanced at the long life lock on it, and suddenly said:

"This long-life lock, can you give it to me?"

At this time, the door outside the courtyard opened with a "clang".

A purple figure swept in like a whirlwind:

"Where is Bai Yu?!"

Zheng Wan looked up and only saw a face without sadness or joy. It was the master who came. He seemed to be unable to make expressions. Only one pair of eyes was confused and confused. He asked her:

"Where is Bai Yu?!"

On behalf of the shopkeeper:

"died.

Zi Xiu: "Dead?"

On behalf of the shopkeeper: "Yes, I'm dead, burning bones and ashes, floating around the world."

"Hahaha, it turned out to be really dead, dead simply!"

Zi Xiu opened his arms and laughed.

His narrow, charming eyes narrowed into a sweet crescent, and tears came out of his smile. He wiped it, laughed and walked out. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, a yuan force wrapped in a sandalwood box and a longevity lock and rolled over.

"Hey——"

The shopkeeper wanted to chase out, but Zheng Wan raised his hand to stop him.

"No need to chase."

"can--"

Taking a look at Zheng Wan, the shopkeeper suddenly understood.

This is the person who the white shopkeeper wants to wait for.

"I go."

Zheng Wan had a flash in the sky, and he had already left Yuzhen Tower, but he stopped abruptly before he descended the steps.

Under the steps, at three feet, a seven-foot man in a purple robe and a high crown, holding a small red sandalwood box, stopped moving.

"Master..."

She said.

Zi Xiu did not look back:

"She... has a last word?"

"The treasurer Bai said that she was too late to regret."

Zi Xiu stepped out.

Zheng Wan chased out:

"She also said that life is suffering, she has already tasted it all."

Two steps.

"She said at last,'Xiu Lang, Yu Niang is reading you.'"

Three steps.

Qianzhang Qingsi has become snow.

Zheng Wan stopped, and suddenly covered his mouth, watching the black hair that Master had been well-maintained in an unbelievable manner, and instantly turned into white snow.

The exquisite silver crown fell on the long snow-like hair, shining brightly.

"Got it."

Daojun Zi Xiu stepped out, the figure was already mixed into the crowd, and he was nowhere to be found.

Zheng Wan stood there for a while, and a turbulent, unstoppable but totally irresistible sentiment grabbed her instantly and told her to wait for a moment.

Zheng Wan shook his hand to take out the sound transmission jade symbol from the storage bracelet:

"Cui Wang, Cui Wang, where are you?"

She was crying.

It was quickly connected over there, and a cold jade-like Qin tone came:

"Wanyu, what's the matter?"

Only when he heard the sound of "菀菀", Zheng Wan cried out of disregard of her image. She cried out of breath:

"Cui Wang, come here, okay?"

"I miss you."

Cui Wang almost fell by her side in a moment.

Seeing that she was in good condition, her frowned brows were slightly loosened, and they wrung up in an instant:

"What's wrong, Wanwan?"

He wiped her tears with soft finger pads.

"it is good."

Zheng Yu rushed into his arms with a stuffy head.

"Yep?"

"Cui Wang, I said yes."

She sobbed and choked, but again firmly said, "We get married, and we hold a double repair ceremony."

Regardless of the future, only the present.

Have fun right now.

Zheng Yu's heart loosened, only to hear a soft "boo", as if something had been punctured suddenly, making her supernatural and wise, without restraint.

A hurricane formed by a strong force poured down from the Baihui acupoint above her head, and Zheng Yu stood there unconsciously.

Cui Wang stepped back, frowning at the long street where the people came and went, only having time to drop three high-level concentrating arrays and two protective arrays on the soles of Zheng Yu's feet, while the hidden arrays have been frequently used in recent times In use, it runs out.

The monks outside the Yuzhen building suddenly stopped.

Looking for the source of the great change of Yuanli, he found that the Yuanli vortex on the head of a woman in the green clothes under the steps of Yuzhen Building was getting bigger and bigger, and couldn't help but be surprised:

"It's actually an epiphany?! Still knowing the micro realm!"

As we all know, the higher the cultivation base, the smaller the chance of enlightenment.

And this person can have an epiphany in such a noisy place, which shows that his comprehension is excellent.

"Walk around, get closer, maybe you can understand a little bit!"

The monks swarmed over.

But when the line of sight touched the white robe sword repairer standing beside the Cuiyi woman holding the sword, the footsteps dared not move forward.

A joke, that is the Liwei Daojun who is thunderous in the entire Profound Cang Realm!

Looking at the sword in his hand, it was astonishing, pure and powerful, and it was vomiting a sword intent that no one was allowed to approach.

There was a monk holding a sword, and the sword in his hand was trembling because of the opponent's fighting spirit and Weihe.

"Mr Liwei Daoist is defending the law."

"The one who has enlightened, won't be Yuqingmen..."

"Retreat, retreat, you will not tolerate people from the sword of Monarch Micro Dao."

Everyone retreated, but was reluctant to leave, just wandering around.

Zheng Wan's epiphany was spent one day and one night, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that his cultivation had reached the late stage of the micro-level of knowledge, approaching Dzogchen.

"I……"

Breakthrough again?

"Wanyu," Cui Wang's eyes were deep, "You suppress the cultivation base, and don't break through the state of no delusion before I get the second volume of "Moxu Jing"."

This kind of vitality needs to be sorted out by the corresponding exercises in the "Moxu Jing", otherwise, she will be missing a piece of this exercise.

Zheng Wan is both proud and helpless:

Others can't wait to break through from time to time, but she is the only one who has to work hard to suppress herself because the cultivation speed is too fast, not too fast.

What a sweet and painful burden.

"I know." She only remembered what happened before the epiphany, and asked Cui Wang, "How about my previous proposal?"

"It's a great honor and welcome."

Cui Wang squeezed her nose, and Zheng Wan realized that his snow-white cuffs were stained with blood stains, which was particularly dazzling.

She grabbed him by the sleeve:

"How did this happen?"

Cui Wang faintly retracted his hand and brushed her away:

"not mine."

"Then whose?"

"Women."

The author has something to say: Wangzai: There is more to it than this.

Mei Wan: Fall!