Tai Xuan Jing

"So what if you get angry!" Fan Tian shouted angrily, "If he likes it, he can come and kill me, but this bastard must die!"

Fan Hai froze on the spot when he heard the words, opened his mouth to say something, but was speechless.

Seeing this, Li Qianmo sighed: "Senior Fan Hai, brother Qinghuo, I accept your wishes. Since I did this, I should bear it. Don't plead for me anymore."

Fan Tian looked at Li Qianmo with a sneer, and said, "You have a lot of backbone, do you think I dare not kill you?"

Li Qianmo shook his head and said sadly: "Is there anything in the world that Fan Tian dare not do?"

"You are knowledgeable." Fan Tian snorted coldly, "Boy, you are also a character, I don't want to bully you, so show your most powerful supernatural powers and see how many moves you can hold in my hands."

Li Qianmo shook his head dumbly, and said dejectedly: "No need, everything is my fault, senior, you can kill if you want, I will never fight back, and I will not use my skills to resist." He put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes. squinted.

Fan Tian was taken aback when he saw this, and then snorted coldly: "Qiao Zhang Zhizhi, if this is the case, then don't blame the old man for being cruel!" After he said that, he slowly raised his right palm, and the surrounding air suddenly flowed violently, blowing a burst of air. The strong wind and air flow all went towards Fan Tian's palm.

Fan Qingying has been watching ignorantly from the side, unable to understand what they are talking about, but seeing this scene, she finally knows that her grandfather is going to kill this white-haired uncle.

She immediately ran up, grabbed Fan Tian's arm, and shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to harm uncle!"

Fan Tian was taken aback for a moment, turned his head to look at Fan Qingli, and saw that she was staring at him angrily, seeing this appearance, he was even more annoyed, thinking: I have raised her for many years, but she turned around to help this People who have never met.With this in mind, the hatred for Li Qianmo deepened in his heart.

Seeing Fan Qingying stop Fan Tian, ​​Li Qianmo's heart trembled, tears soaked his eyes, and there was only one sentence in his heart: "It's worth dying now." Thinking of this, he suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

"Good boy!" Fan Tian said coldly, "Since you want to die with all your heart, then I will fulfill you, I will only slap you, and all grievances and grudges will be wiped away from then on. As for your life and death, I will leave it to fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped out a palm, and the cyan palm print was condensed to the size of a palm, so that it would not hurt Fan Qingying's grave, and its power was multiplied several times.

He is a super master of the four great perfections of He Dao. The power of this palm is so powerful, but Li Qianmo saw the palm force coming towards the door, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging or resisting, but just looked at it coldly.

The power of the palm flashed past, and it slapped Li Qianmo's forehead. Li Qianmo immediately flew out like a kite with a broken thread, passed through the thick forest, and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Fan Qingli screamed in fright and froze on the spot, while Fan Qinghuo flew up with a scream, wanting to save her.

"You dare to go over there and try!" Fan Tian suddenly shouted in a cold voice, Fan Qinghuo froze in the air, not daring to move.

"All of you go back with me." Fan Tian shouted in a cold voice, turned around and left after saying that, Fan Qinghuo turned to look at Fan Hai, Fan Hai shook his head helplessly, expressing that there was nothing he could do to help, stepped forward to pick up Fan Qingli who was frightened and crying, and took Fan Qinghuo with him gone back.

That night, Fan Hai was meditating in his room when there was a knock on the door, and Fan Qinghuo's voice came: "Uncle, may I come in?"

"Come in." Fan Hai finished his work and said, got out of bed and sat down at the table, Fan Qinghuo walked in.

"Why are you looking for me so late?" Fan Hai asked.

Fan Qinghuo hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Uncle, I want to see if Li Qianmo is still alive."

"It's useless." Fan Hai shook his head and sighed after hearing the words, "You know your father's cultivation best. Although Li Qianmo is physically strong, he is only a giant monk after all, and he didn't use his skills to resist, so he didn't get hit by that palm. It’s not bad to be smashed to pieces.”

Fan Qinghuo was stunned when he heard the words, and stood there silently with a sad expression on his face. After a long time, he sighed and said helplessly: "Although I also feel sorry for my sister's death, Li Qianmo can't help himself. We shouldn't blame all of this. to him."

Fan Hai nodded and said, "You're right, but it's a pity your father doesn't understand this truth."

Fan Qinghuo shook his head and murmured: "Maybe Dad knew about it, but the death of my sister was too exciting for him, and he couldn't control his emotions."

Fan Hai couldn't help sighing when he heard the words, feeling sorry for Li Qianmo's death.

In the early morning, a bay of clear stream sparkles in the morning light, flowing around the mountain to the distance, and I don't know where it leads.

At the foot of a mountain, the stream became shallower, and pebbles could almost be fished out from the bottom of the water with one's hand. Suddenly, a person floated on the surface of the water, and when he arrived here, he rested on the gravel, letting the cold stream flow slowly beside him. Pass.

This person's eyes are closed at this moment, he is wearing a green shirt and long robe, his hair is as white as frost and snow, but his face is very young, his eyebrows are like knives, reaching into his temples, he is very handsome, it is actually Li Qianmo.

That day Li Qianmo was knocked down by Fan Tian's palm to the bottom of the cliff, fell into the stream, drifted all the way along the stream, and ran aground here.

Although he was hit by Fan Tian's palm at the vital point of the Lingtai, his body was too strong, and at the last moment of the palm, Fan Tian withdrew [-]% of his palm force, which seemed to be extremely powerful, but in fact he had been deliberately suppressed by him , so Li Qianmo was only seriously injured, not dead, and after these days of self-recovery, the injury has healed.

Li Qianmo lay in the stream for a long time, his eyelids trembled suddenly, as if he had become conscious, and after a while, his eyelids trembled again and slowly opened.

"Wow..." He sat up from the water, turned his head and looked around, a little dazed, looked around for a long time, looked down at himself, as if looking at a stranger, stood up blankly, and stepped on the water with a splash walk ashore.

Standing on the shore, he still looked around blankly. After a long time, he murmured: "Where is this? I... who is it?"

He seemed to be unable to remember anything, and even forgot who he was. He walked to the stream and looked at the surface of the water, and saw himself clearly. He was very strange and completely unknown.

"What's going on here, why do I not know who I am, why do I look so strange to myself..." He kept asking himself in a daze, walking along the stream absent-mindedly, leaving a line of footprints on the gravel .

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the stream came to an end and merged into a small river here. Li Qianmo turned his head and looked around, and found a village not far away. Farm houses were looming in the fields, and it seemed that there were still people working in the fields.

As soon as Li Qianmo saw someone, he immediately walked over and stepped on the ridge of the field. A farmer who was weeding in the field found him. He was very surprised to see a young man with white hair. When Li Qianmo approached , he leaned on a hoe and asked, "Hey, brother, are you from a foreign country?"

Li Qianmo turned his head and looked at the farmer in a daze, and found that he was a middle-aged man. He couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, do you know me?"

The middle-aged farmer was stunned by his question, he couldn't help shaking his head and said with a smile: "How did I know you, I just saw you."

"Oh." Li Qianmo nodded in disappointment, and turned to leave.

The farmer felt that this person was strange, so he called out, "Wait a minute."

Li Qianmo turned around and asked doubtfully, "Is there anything else?"

The farmer picked up his hoe and walked out of the field, came to the ridge of the field, looked at Li Qianmo, looked at his snow-white hair, and said: "What's the matter with your white hair? It looks like you are only 25 years old at most. How can you be full of hair?" White hair?"

Li Qianmo took a look at his own lock of white hair, then at the farmer's black hair, and asked, "Is the hair all black?"

"Of course!" the farmer shouted, his eyes widening. "You only turn white when you get older. You don't even know that."

Li Qianmo shook his head blankly: "I don't know anything, I don't even know who I am."

"What?" The farmer was stunned when he heard the words, and the expression on his face was very exciting. It was the first time he heard that someone didn't know who he was. It was an anecdote.

Li Qianmo said solemnly: "I don't know my name, and I don't know who I am. I can't remember anything about the past."

The farmer frowned and scratched his head when he heard this, and after thinking for a moment, he muttered, "You must have broken your mind."

"I don't know?" Li Qianmo shook his head blankly and said, "Anyway, I can't remember anything. If I try hard, I will get a headache."

"Oh..." The farmer stroked his chin and pondered, looked at Li Qianmo, nodded frequently, and said, "You may have injured your brain from a fall. This is troublesome."

"What should I do?" Li Qianmo didn't understand anything at the moment, so he could only turn to the farmer for help.

The farmer had no choice but to look at Li Qianmo's pitiful appearance, sighed a long way, and said, "Forget it, you go home with me to have a meal first, and then ask Dr. Liu in the village to show you."

"Ah, thank you, big brother." Li Qianmo hurriedly saluted and thanked him. The farmer waved his hand politely and took him back with a hoe. The two chatted all the way home and exchanged names. They learned that the farmer's name was Ming Huai. .

After arriving at his house, Ming Huai's wife, Mrs. Wu, rushed to collect food. Li Qianmo also felt very hungry, so he opened his belly to eat. He ate five bowls of rice alone. Ming Huai and his wife stared straight at him. They are here to cheat food and drink.

After a while, Ming Huai took him to the village to see doctor Liu. Doctor Liu gave Li Qianmo a pulse and found that he had indeed suffered a severe blow to the head, but it could not be healed. Ming Huai had to take Li Qianmo back.

Li Qianmo knew that he couldn't rely on Ming Huai's house to eat and drink for free, so he took the initiative to help Ming Huai work in the fields. He seemed to have endless energy when he worked, and he did it quickly and well. God, so Ming Huai and his wife happily let Li Qianmo live.

Life is very peaceful, Li Qianmo still can't think of the past, he has no idea that he will be a monk who can fly to the sky and escape from the ground, and he doesn't know that he is famous in the monastic world and can make people frightened, he only knows himself now is a farmer.

Three months later, the peaceful days were broken, and Li Qianmo and Ming Huai were harvesting rice in the field, when suddenly a beautiful figure walked along the ridge of the field, wearing a white gauze skirt fluttering in the wind, as beautiful as a nine-day fairy, Li Qianmo and Ming Huai were all stunned when they saw the incomparably beautiful woman, their mouths were open for a long time, but they didn't say a word.