As Chen Yufan said, there is too much helplessness and sadness in this world, and the most important thing is to be able to survive. No one knows why Chen Yufan Chuanyin Haotian actually let Zhou Daoming go.

Even Zhou Qianyun, the proud daughter of the Zhou family, who was leaning next to him, couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking.

After all, Chen Yufan's thoughts were as unfathomable as the sky and the sky. Even the woman closest to him had no idea. After a long silence, what came through the wooden window was the vastness of the night and the indifference of the moonlight.

It's like a heart that never beats.

For a long time, even the gray color of fish belly appeared on the horizon. After all, Zhou Qianyun couldn't help but asked, "Why do you suddenly want to let Zhou Daoming go?"

She waited for his answer quietly, but suddenly, a smile appeared on that handsome face. There were some unreasonable and some unreasonable in the smile. She picked up the tea cup at hand and drank the tea.

The tea in the cup was already cold. Zhou Qianyun frowned slightly and warned: "Herbal tea is harmful to the body!"

As he said that, he stretched out his white jade fingers and wanted to give Chen Yufan a drink. However, Chen Yufan waved his hand and said with a smile on his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter!" After a pause, he said again: "Xiaoyun, in fact, sometimes, things don't matter.

Development is as meaningless as this cup of tea. No one knows when this cup of tea will be cold. No one knows whether drinking this cup of herbal tea will cause stomachache!"

Smiling slightly, his eyebrows trembling, his handsome face showed no trace of thought. He raised his head and drank the cup of herbal tea in one gulp. Chen Yufan then slowly said again: "Sometimes you don't know something, it doesn't hurt to give it a try.

!If you don’t give it a try, you’ll never know what will happen next?”

"Aren't you afraid of his revenge?" Zhou Qianyun asked hastily. There was a hint of sadness and worry in his words. A pair of white jade palms gently placed on Chen Yufan's big hand, which was a little cold. Chen Yufan stared,

His hands slightly groped for her palms, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Very, very lightly.

However, at this moment, what Zhou Qianyun saw was no longer the familiar man. The smile between the man's eyebrows was not cold, but it made people feel a little bit cold. The smile between the eyebrows.

The mind is like a god above the nine heavens. How can the state of mind of a god tremble for mortals?

"It's just an ant, no need to worry about it." Chen Yufan said indifferently, stroking the guzheng beside him with one hand, making a clanging sound, which did not seem very harmonious with the quiet night. But only those who are in the martial arts can see this.

Come on, the two hands I just used actually contain too many things.

The invisible sound blade kept passing through the air, as if it was about to split the air. The buzzing sound penetrated the space and sank into the depths of the blue lake. Then there was a huge sound, and water splashed around the awning boat.

It was ten meters high, but strangely, this water column, which seemed like a wave, did not affect the awning boat at all.

The bow of the ship only trembled slightly twice, and then became quiet again.

"Amitabha, it's just a sentence of ants. All living beings have life, and life is regardless of high or low. How can it be said by the donor that a sentence of ants is indifferent to the lives of countless people?" The majestic voice seemed to be unable to bear it, or was it?

Sounding from above the Blue Lake, the pure inner power of Buddhism is powerful, penetrating the curtains of the awning boat and setting off a breeze.

Chen Yufan said with a cold smile on his face: "You still can't help but come."

From this Buddhist horn, Chen Yufan could naturally tell that this person's cultivation was unfathomable and he truly had the cultivation of a great master. However, there are also levels of great masters. The cultivation of this eminent Buddhist monk seemed to be comparable to that of that old monster from Longmen.

Although they are all great masters in terms of power, they are not at the tenth level of Dzogchen as measured by the West. They are at least twelve levels of existence.

In China, things like masters are like gods. They can't be seen just by looking at them. They seem to be living in the nine heavens, with a trace of compassion and confusion, coldly watching these sinking people.

The suffering person in the world. A mocking smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and Chen Yufan said coldly: "I asked why Zhou Daoxiong has strong Buddhist skills. It turns out that you are secretly backing him from Shaolin Temple!"

As soon as Chen Yufan finished speaking, he saw a figure on the Blue Lake, like a solitary bird, crossing the water without being stained by any splash of water. He was covered in light yellow cassocks and looked particularly aloof from the world. The monk's face was somewhat atrocious.

There are nine incense scars on the top of his thin, smooth head, and a string of brilliant jade beads on his chest, which constantly reflect each other under the moonlight.

At the moment when the great monk appeared on the bow of the boat, in the darkness, a gloomy sword light crossed the lake, forming a wave of air that filled the space between heaven and earth. The Dragon Roaring Sword continued to make dragon roaring sounds between heaven and earth. The cyan

The figure turned into dust between heaven and earth, as fast as the wind, and seemed to be unlike anything in the world. The light of the sword pointed directly at the Buddha's heart.

However, the great monk in bright yellow clothes was as steady as Mount Tai, unmoving. He looked at the sword light in front of him, waved his cassock, and showed a trace of unbearable compassion on his face. In just an instant, this light had covered

After applying the cyan sword light, the cyan shadow suddenly froze in the sky, then flipped twice, and the whole body began to tremble.

Fortunately, I have the Dragon Song Sword in my hand, otherwise, the ordinary long sword would have turned into powder long ago.

Half-kneeling on the ground, the corners of the green-clothed swordsman's mouth were already covered with blood. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth fiercely, and the green-clothed swordsman forcibly supported his body. Although his meridians had been sealed with one hand just now, he could use one move

The only person who can defeat him and still be unable to fight back can only be a great master.

However, the green-shirted guest still stood up insistently.

The great monk himself looked at the strong man at the ninth level standing in front of him, forcibly supporting him, with a hint of perseverance and admiration in his eyes. The strong man at the ninth level has already transcended the existence of ordinary people, if it were not for the great master.

The existence of such monsters, the ninth level is the pinnacle existence.

Touching his uneven chin, the great monk muttered silently: "Amitabha, I am a little surprised by the donor's cultivation. I would like to advise you that it is not easy for the donor to cultivate, so you should step down!"

"As long as I'm here, old monk, you can't even think of hurting my young lady!" The man in green shirt gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a clear laughter actually came from the dock, saying: "You go down first! But I am very surprised that the great master in the world, like a god, actually let me see a person so easily
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