Looking at the sword in the cold light

It was still late at night when Guling Shiyan woke up, the room was not lit, the windows were closed, it was pitch black, it didn't look like many hours had passed, he woke up feeling tired and sleepy, his hand on Mida's chest was sore, the other The chest rose and fell gently, and he moved his sore and stiff hand to the opponent's waist, but Mida still didn't wake up.Guling Shiyan raised his hand, and the oil lamp on the table in the room was lit. The dim light on the table became very dark when it came to the bed through the curtain, and the silhouette could be vaguely seen. With a little light, Guling Shiyan stared at the Fascinated by Mida's face, he caressed Mida's cheek. Mida was still asleep, and it would not be easy to wake up if he was trapped in a dream, and he probably could sleep until dawn.

It was extremely cold in the middle of the night, and even if I stretched out only one hand, I felt that it would hurt soon. Guling Shiyan's finger ran across Mida's forehead, across the high bridge of the nose, and stopped on his lips. The warm breath of Mida's breath spread over On his fingers, after a while, he felt that the temperature of his hands had dissipated. When I just liked you on the surface, my heart was pierced, but I decided not to tell you, don't let this kind of thing block our way forward. I used to think that a 100-year relationship is too long and completely unnecessary. Now that black Ying reminded me that vicissitudes are too short, and when I finish this matter, we can be together forever."

□□ My neck feels cold when I'm outside, the warmth of the quilt and the embrace makes people yearn for it, Gu Ling Shiyan curls the hair on Mida's back with his fingers, the extremely smooth hair slips from his fingers, and he moves his fingers again rolled up.I really want to sleep like this until dawn, but sleeping together on the same bed still can't alleviate the sense of crisis in Guling's passing smoke. He feels that those who think that sleeping together is everything is too stupid, and those people will definitely eat it. Stupid bitterness.

If ordinary people are together like this, they should be very satisfied, but it is far from enough for Guling Shiyan. Although Mi Da always said that his desires are hard to fill, Guling Shiyan always believes that this relationship is all his own hard work. He has done a lot, and of course he also knows that Mi Da has worked very hard, and the current situation is still lacking for people of their status.Now it is no longer a rainy day, but imminent. The environment will not hinder the death of the ancient mausoleum. For the sake of my future, the severe cold and hot heat will not be a hindrance. When I was young, I was naive, thinking that hard work would get what I wanted. After reaching a higher realm, one has to pay more to obtain those status and fame, including a relationship.Why do some people always think that they are just sitting back and waiting for others to fall in love with him without thinking and teach him how to kiss and spend money.

Guling Shiyan brushed the hair on the sideburns, and kissed the closed lips, which were slightly cool, dry and a little peeled. He stretched out his warm tongue and licked it, and the peeled skin softened. He stood up Looking at it, it looks much more lively with gloss.Gu Ling Shiyan lifted the quilt and sat up, the cold air penetrated into his clothes, he pulled the hem of the clothes, stepped over Mimi to the edge of the bed, tucked the quilt back, combed his messy hair and opened the closet.

He fastened his belt and put on his outer robe. The rustling sound of clothes did not wake up Mida. Gu Ling Zhanyan straightened his collar and sleeves, glanced at the person on the bed, and took the oil lamp from the table. On to the dresser.Sitting in front of the dressing table, the mirror of the dressing table is clean without any dust. There are two exquisite wooden boxes and some bottles and jars. Gu Ling Shiyan opened one of the boxes, and there are a row of combs inside, from big to small Go down the line, the carved patterns are all the same, find out the hair rope and crown and start combing your hair.

Dressing and grooming are more troublesome. Looking at myself in the mirror and combing my hair, it took me some time to get my hair done.Take out the small brush used for drawing eyebrows, open a small porcelain box, inside is yellow powder, dip the brush in water, then dip the powder to draw eyebrows, Guling Siyan has always only loved to draw this yellow eyebrows that are too long and curved, Charming and fierce, when he finishes painting and puts down his pen, the person in the mirror is basically what he usually shows to others.Take the pen and draw the eyeliner, draw the corners of the eyes longer, apply a little red eye shadow, and transparent lip gloss.After tidying up all these things, he held up the delicate hat with fluff in his hands, lowered his eyes, the thick eyelashes cast a small shadow, put the hat on, and pulled the hat rope.The corners of the mouth were tightly pursed and serious, and the dim and soft lighting added a touch of charm.

"Snow abuses the wind, the last night, bloodbathed the Buddhist land." Gu Ling's calm tone revealed a piercing chill, and he opened his eyes again, there was a gleam of coldness in his pupils, and there was a vague sense of hostility. The orange light shone on him. The eyes are dancing, the transparent lip balm on the lips is also shining with subtle water, and the hat string is attached to the clean chin.There are always people in the Jianghu who look down on Yandu and talk about the corrupt atmosphere. Those people are so depraved, indulge in love all day long, and even try their best to mock others.For the sake of eternal love and being together forever, Guling Shiyan decided to make the final sprint in the middle of the night, bloodbath the Buddhist land and get the heart of Lingfo.

Put on a big fur, pick up the EMI Kunwu on Binglan, the oil lamp on the dressing table is still swaying, the slender figure of the ancient mausoleum is getting farther and farther away from the light, unhurried and calm, gradually moving towards the front Walking in the darkness, the darkness blurred his back, almost blending into the darkness, only a vague white figure could be seen, and the lights flickered and went out silently.

The wind was very strong in the middle of the night, and the whistling sound could be heard inside the house. The wind was raging and it snowed heavily. All the vegetation was only bare branches, and the bodhi trees in Foxiang were still lush with green leaves.The Buddha Township was still brightly lit, and no one could sleep. All the monks were busy cleaning, disposing of the corpses and rectifying. This World War I destroyed many Buddha statues, which were broken into many pieces and piled on the ground, and there were corpses all over the place. The ground was covered in a layer of blood.

The Bodhi tree is in the front yard of the main hall. Chang Yingluo changed into a dark green hood, still wearing a hood. There are golden textures and French words on the hood, which is much more gorgeous than other monks. He came to Bodhi In front of the tree, there is a thick layer of snow on the luxuriant linden tree, sometimes it will shake off a little, and there is a little thin layer of snow in the circle among the leaves.Chang Yingluo held a string of Buddhist beads in her sleeve robe, and the cold wind that turned her nose red couldn't cover up the strong smell of blood. When she came under this tree, she felt too much emotion, and sometimes it was difficult to sort it out.

Once in the book, I saw that the eminent monk was enlightened by the Bodhi tree. When Chang Yingluo came to the Buddhist land and saw the Bodhi tree, he also felt very sacred. After practicing Zen enlightenment, now the Bodhi tree is dim, as if it has been shrouded by dark clouds brought by the demon Buddha in the desire realm, and it is lifeless.

After practicing for so many years, there are still many things that he can't understand. If he understands it, there should be no war. At least he won't be involved in disputes, and he won't be entangled with the world of desire. He keeps fighting, but he can't stop. There are many monks who only want to practice.Chang Yingluo looked at the corpses on the ground, among which there were many demon soldiers from the Desire Realm, and remembered that there were many strange things in the battle with Mida. He thought he was going to die, but there was Yubodhi's magic to support him and save him. hit him twice.Chang Yingluo had a very strong feeling, especially when Mida nailed him to the Buddha statue. When he was dying, he felt the existence of Yubodhi, as if living in his body. Mida was bounced away and was a little surprised. Even though Yu Bodhi is the person Shang Yingluo respects the most, this feeling still shudders, colder than the cold wind.

The monks lined up in front of Shang Yingluo, waiting for his order, and Shang Yingluo said: "Take strict precautions tonight, I'm afraid the Demon Buddha of the Desire Realm will come again."

The monks clasped their hands together and obeyed Shang Yingluo’s instructions. One monk asked about feeling the power of Jade Bodhi, but Shang Yingluo hadn’t answered yet. Protect the land of Buddha in the Western Paradise.The monk who asked the question had an expression of enlightenment.Shang Yingluo didn't make a statement, but asked them to guard their respective positions to guard against the enemy's attack. After the monks left, Shang Yingluo walked towards the main hall. After the unintentional conversations of the monks, he felt more and more difficult. Words, even a little uneasy, and unspeakable anxiety.