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The heavy snow stopped suddenly and the sky was clear.

The Great Shura, standing tall outside the north gate of Shengjing, seemed to be wearing a white cloak, while the barefoot monk in front of the Great Shura was still smiling, but a snowflake hung on the corner of his mouth, making him look even more naive.

After the snow stopped, many people picked up brooms and came to sweep the snow outside the city gate. Most of their faces had smiles on their faces, and they started chatting around the world while sweeping. They burst into laughter from time to time, but their brooms were meticulous, and the children who wiped the body of the barefoot monk were even more serious.

Zhang Xiaodao, dressed in black, stood on the north city wall, staring at the barefoot monk's smile, and his mind was filled with scenes of the barefoot monk fighting with the old man in charge.

This day was the thirteenth day of his study of Western Regions culture and the last day he was about to leave Shengjing.

He came to the city wall for no reason and looked at the barefoot monk's smile. He came for some reason, but fell into memories.

Wang Luohan was also accompanying Zhang Xiaodao to climb the city wall. Seeing Zhang Xiaodao sitting down silently, she did not disturb her. Instead, she smiled as the people cleaned the barefoot monk spotlessly, but from time to time she looked at the pig-killing sword that Zhang Xiaodao always hung on his waist.

Zhang Xiaodao sat for a day as soon as he sat down. When he woke up, he saw the red clouds in the sky reflected on half of the barefoot monk's cheek. He seemed to understand his purpose of coming here.

It’s not for making some progress, but just to find the barefoot monk’s spirit of fearless heaven and earth!

After leaving the northern city wall, Zhang Xiaodao bought Wang Luohan two strings of candied haws made on the street on the road. When they got home, they began to pack their luggage.

Zhang Xiaodao asked while tidying up his clothes: "Do you feel it lately?"

Wang Luohan was folding the new clothes she had made for Zhang Xiaodao these days. When she heard this, she blushed and said, "Occasionally, there would be a little bit of vomiting."

Zhang Xiaodao laughed foolishly and said, "Do you want to see the doctor?"

Wang Luohan said: "No need, I know, don't worry."

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and asked, "By the way, I was a little dizzy a few days ago. Did you ask about Li Wan'er?"

Wang Luohan stopped the movement in his hand and said, "I just mentioned it briefly, and the master's wife nodded, and said nothing."

"Nods, right?"

"Agree?"

"Then the teacher's wife agrees, and tell the servant about this. He will be happy."

"I'll try to rush back before you return to the prosperous Tang Dynasty and have a wedding wine."

Zhang Xiaodao smiled and said, "By then, maybe we will set up the table."

Wang Luohan patted his lower abdomen that is still spread flat, clenched his fists and said, "Try to have a son."

Zhang Xiaodao grinned, looked at the neatly folded clothes on the table and asked, "I have to try what you did."

Wang Luohan waved his hand and said, "No. I don't know your size yet!"

Zhang Xiaodao thought to himself that, and the couple pulled them all over the world without any restraint until they were all dressed up, and the feeling of loss naturally surged into their hearts.

However, the two of them did not continue to speak, but naturally leaned on the bed, not knowing what they were thinking until dawn the next day.

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A hurricane blew, stirring up the yellow sand that covered the sky and the sun.

Liu Yichen was still squatting in the huge pit in the desert, and occasionally the sand and soil that slipped on his head were poured on him, but he was completely unaware of it.

It was not until the yellow sand passed by and the sky finally became brighter. Liu Yichen came back to his senses and looked at the skeletons in front of him, and was shocked to the extreme.

He had no idea what the skeleton of Light had before, nor did he know that this skeleton was actually the skeleton of the old man in charge of the Holy See.

He just touched the skeleton like jade. He felt the pure light pouring into his body. In just one night, he felt that he had been transformed, and his light was made in his body. No matter how he looked inside, he could only see a pitiful sea of ​​energy in the dark.

After waking up, he understood how lucky he was and what kind of treasure he had obtained.

Therefore, he thought about whether to return to the Holy See of Light. Because only the magic of light can prevent the gift of God from wasting.

Standing up his tired body, Liu Yichen took a deep breath of the air full of sand, and suddenly felt a little stuck in his throat. He quenched a mouthful of sticky phlegm.

The sticky phlegm fell next to the headless Guangming skeleton. Liu Yichen pulled out the cloth strip from his waist, trapped Guangming skeleton on his back, and then sat down again with pain on the piles of golden sand.

This sitting was dark because he was thinking about the decisions that might affect his life.

The temperature in the desert dropped sharply at night, and the smell in the pit made people vomit. A trace of moonlight penetrated into the pit and shone on Liu Yichen's face. He raised his cheek and sighed.

Clouds flew past the sky quickly, and behind him was a skeleton emitting light, and at his feet were piles of priceless golden sand.

He could have chosen to take Jinsha back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty and buy a fake identity with his means. It would not be difficult to live the life of a young master from then on.

But he finally raised his dagger and forked his left face at a bright moon!

Blood flowed, but Liu Yichen's cruelty towards him was not over. He gritted his gums and cut off his left ear hard.

Blood flowed down his neck into his broken missionary robe, and he did not stop the bleeding, because he knew he would not die.

Instead, he grabbed two handfuls of golden sand and put them in his pocket, and came to the desert with a skeleton that was brighter than the moonlight.

He looked at the west and knew that the end of the Viet Church was the Holy See. A ruthless smile filled his mind and said to himself: "Liu Yichen, are you still the ignorant child in Lingyin County?"

He took the first step heavily, and the sand and dust under his feet were trampled out of smoke and dust.

"Liu Yichen, are you still the boy with inferiority?"

After another step, his right leg trembled a little, which was caused by the blood temperature in the trouser legs.

"Liu Yichen, are you still the stray dog?"

Another step, his eyes began to turn red!

"Liu Yichen, is your vision limited to the so-called blue-clothed sacrifice?"

The blood in his body began to boil!

"Liu Yichen, you should go to the West! There is a place called the Holy See of Light!"

He smashed his fist hard on his chest, and because his body trembled, blood burst out from his left face and left ear!

"Liu Yichen, only there can you let the world see your light!"

After saying that, he finally speeded up and completed his inner choice!

In the deserted desert, there was a boy carrying a headless skeleton, splashing blood all the way, moving towards the west step by step. His goal was...

Look down on all living beings!

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The word ambition is never a derogatory term.

The ambition of the village women is to be able to eat pork every day, so they work hard to sprinkle pig food with their hands, and pay attention to the eating, drinking, defecation and urination of pigs.

The woodcutter's ambition was to cut out Duoduo's firewood and sell it for silver. For this reason, they rubbed their hands into calluses and walked all day in the mountains and forests with their soles.

The scholar's ambition was naturally to enter the court as soon as possible. For this reason, they fought at night and studied in books, hoping that one day they could become a marquis and ministers with this knowledge.

Zhang Xiaodao’s ambition this year is to give birth to a little bit of knife, while Liu Yichen’s ambition is to be able to reach the peak of the Holy See after a makeover.

The prosperous Tang Dynasty was not very ambitious this year. I just hoped to spend this severe winter peacefully and prepare for next year's spring battle.

For this reason, many people from the prosperous Tang Dynasty began to walk among the world, hoping to gain the opportunity for the prosperous Tang Dynasty through various methods and methods!

Zhang Xiaodao went to the Western Regions this time, naturally for this purpose. On the day he walked out of Shengjing, he stood in front of the barefoot monk and took out the pig-killing knife.

The servants and Yichuan and others who were walking with each other watched Zhang Xiaodao scrape their hair to the point of being left with only stubble, thinking that he was just making some makeup changes for his trip to the Western Regions.

Only Wang Luohan vaguely remembers that Zhang Xiaodao once said that the protagonist in an American drama would shave off her hair even if she became cruel, but she didn't know what an American drama was.

Zhang Xiaodao, who had a buzz cut, fiddled with his hand on his head, got on the carriage, and shouted: "Go!"

The horse neighed and raised its hooves happily.

One month later, the carriage arrived at the Qingzhou border. Under the guidance of someone, the carriage detoured the road and entered the Western Regions.

The weather in the Western Regions was hot, and the carriage was replaced by camels, and everyone was moving forward with wind and sand.

However, in just a few days, I entered the western desert.

And the moment of separation is now.

Zhang Xiaodao took off the hat with black veil, got off the camel and looked at the penniless sky. Before he could open his mouth, a strong wind blew, his whole body turned yellow.

Wang Luohan, wrapped in a headscarf, pulled his hat back, dusted his clothes and said, "The weather is not good here. If I leave, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

Yichuan and the servant on the other side rode the camel and walked into the distance without suspicion.

Zhang Xiaodao's rough hand, covered with sand, pinched Wang Luohan's face, without saying a word, and lifted the black veil of the hat with his other hand.

Wang Luohan pursed her red lips and spread her arms, hugging Zhang Xiaodao.

After a while, Zhang Xiaodao gently kissed Wang Luohan's seductive red lips. After touching it, he whispered: "Don't be too sad, you go, go early and come back soon."

Wang Luohan nodded, let go of Zhang Xiaodao's hand with some reluctance, stepped towards the west, and in a flash, he reached the desert slope at the end of Zhang Xiaodao's vision.

Wang Luohan, who was holding a long shadow, turned around and waved his little hand hard, and saw Zhang Xiaodao in the distance also waving.

The two waved their hands very hard, but they didn't seem to leave. I don't know how long they waved them, but they put down their hands in embarrassment and smiled tacitly. She saw through Zhang Xiaodao's smile after the black veil, and he saw through Wang Luohan's smile under the headscarf.

But at this time a hurricane hit, and the sky was covered with yellow sand.

They can't see each other.
Chapter completed!