He Xinyin said in his heart: "How can Shuying, how can he not have the intention to kill?" Although the so-called "no killing intention to cause disasters" is the most impossible to cure the root cause, it is also the most impossible thing, and he can't help but worry about his daughter.

So He Xinyin said again: "If life and death are based on fate, how likely is Shuying to overcome the tribulation."

Zhiyin smiled and said, "If I could know, I would not have been reincarnated by disasters. Besides, even if jade, liquid and elixir are still inevitable, they will be like dust and earth in the future. Can Brother Ruyuan still guarantee his life's safety? So you can worry about this matter, but you don't have to worry too much."

He Xinyin said: "Fellow Taoists will not understand the family affection between father and daughter."

Zhiyin Youran said, "I really don't understand. If the water cloud sand collected by Brother Ruyuan for me arrives tomorrow, I want to lend your alchemy room to use it. I also hope that Brother Ruyuan can protect me for seven days."

He Xinyin said: "The alchemy room can be used by fellow Taoists at any time, but since Shuying's killing disaster is approaching, I definitely have no reason to protect the Taoist Dharma. Please forgive me."

Zhiyin said lightly: "Then it will be up to you."

After she finished speaking, Shi Shi left.

He Xinyin looked at Zhiyin's leaving back and felt a little disappointed. He remembered that he asked Zen Master Bushe that year and asked a question.

He asked Zen Master Bushe, "What is practice?"

Zen Master Bushe said: "Practice means giving up."

He Xinyin said: "What should I give up when practicing?"

Zen Master Bushe said, "Give up what you don't want to give up."

He Xinyin said: "If you are reluctant to give up, what should you do?"

Zen Master Bushe said, "I won't know what."

He Xinyin said: "Then why is practicing to give up?"

Zen Master Bushe said, "Because I can't keep it."

After that time, he returned to Jiuyi Mountain and went to seclusion for a while to practice. After he came out, his father died in the heavenly tribulation. He became the patriarch of the He family. After a few years, he married a wife. Later, his wife died shortly after giving birth to a daughter. Although he had magic power, he could not keep his father. Even though he was the patriarch of the He family in Jiuyi Mountain, he could not keep his beloved wife. Can he still keep his daughter now? He Xinyin was deeply puzzled.

No one could tell him the answer, let alone know whether what Zen Master Bushe said was right or wrong, or just a coincidence.

My soulmate may know it, but He Xinyin dared not ask, because he was afraid that the real answer would be unbearable.

He Shuying didn't know the complexity in her father's heart, but just started to use the Xuannv Palace's mind method and followed the world, circle after circle.

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On the other hand, He Xiang also woke up from her dream, and suddenly the movement of getting up alarmed the mother next door. He's mother asked through the wall: "Xiang'er, what's wrong."

He Xiang said: "It's okay, I just had a nightmare."

He's mother said 'oh', and heard that there was not much movement on He Xiang's side, so she fell asleep again.

When He's mother's uniform breathing sounded, He Xiang quietly went out. The mica stream slowly flowed through the door of her house. The night was cold and the dew was heavy. The eaves occasionally shone. It was the frost that formed.

It was really cold in late autumn nights, but He Xiang didn't wear thick clothes and couldn't feel cold.

She was still thinking about the dream just now, and her heart moved. Her toes stepped into the stream without sinking. If she was a dragonfly, after passing the Mica Creek, her practice was not false in these days.

There was a swaying sound in front of him, and a plum tree swayed its branches and leaves fell into He Xiang's eyes. She clearly remembered that there was no plum tree there. She couldn't help but feel a little strange and walked over.

When I arrived at the plum tree, my face showed surprise. It turned out that Master Chen Lian and Master Monk were both there.

He Xiang said: "Two masters, you guys didn't leave at all, I'm very happy."

Juexin said: "The so-called good people do what they want to do and send Buddha to the West. We are not people who give up halfway. Today we have something to teach you."

He Xiang asked: "What are you learning today."

Chen Lian said: "The woman who bullied you that day was not higher than you in terms of magic power, but why can't you beat her? Have you ever thought about it?"

He Xiang was stunned and said, "Master Chen Lian also knows the dream I just had."

Chen Lian smiled and said, "You said it was a dream, but in fact it was true."

He Xiang was a little strange, and then figured out the joints. This dream was naturally not unreasonable. If she really encountered something in the dream, the result would probably be the result in the dream. There would be no mistake. This is probably what Master Chen Lian meant.

She pondered: "Her sword is very fast and powerful, I can't escape it."

Chen Lian said, "You are right. No matter how powerful she is, as long as you can avoid it, you will naturally not lose. If you never lose, you will always find a way to win. In fact, the most useful ability of a cultivator to fight is to be invincible first, and then seek victory. Otherwise, even if you win a thousand times and lose in a thousand or once, everything will be over. Of course, this is not the absolute truth. When you really encounter difficulties, you still need to judge the situation and adapt to the situation. But you have to understand these yourself."

He Xiang said: "I understand a little bit. Master Chen Lian wants to teach me skills that cannot be beaten."

Chen Lian said: "I won't teach you this skill myself."

He Xiang looked at Juexin again and said, "So was the monk teaching me?"

Juexin laughed and said, "You can understand this way."

After saying that, Juexin broke a plum branch. The branch shook in his hand, which was better than any magic weapon in the world. The plum branch with leaves fell on the rock next to it, and immediately turned it into powder.

He Xiang was shocked to see that something she had never expected happened next. Juexin's hand broke into the air and stabbed her like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

In less than a blink of an eye, He Xiang's eyes were filled with the tips of the branches, and there was no way to tell the truth and reality of the truth, so she had to keep retreating.

The heart seemed to be big and thick, and the branches fell on his hands. They were truly unparalleled and wonderful, with endless changes. One fold, one thorn, one horizontal, one stroke, and one cut, all of which were so wonderful that they were as wonderful as the horns of the rosy antelope hanging on its horns, without any trace.

If it is power, it is not as good as He Shuying's last sword in He Xiangmeng, but it is much more mysterious than it is.

But after five or six breaths, He Xiang was sucked by the branches more than ten times, and her body felt sore.

I started to move my heart, but I didn’t even have any feelings.

He Xiang didn't care whether her clothes were damaged, and she didn't care how much pain she felt on her body. She was extremely focused and put aside distracting thoughts.

In this way, the branches on Juexin's hand were no longer so empty. Gradually, she could dodge some of the sure-fire attacks.
Chapter completed!