Book 1 - Chapter 21: Confrontation.
The Immortals are awakened by the hundreds of loudspeakers of the drum. It was still light, he woke up, prepared his belongings, prepared to go to the competition area. At the door, he heard the voice of Xiaoling. With a smile on his face, he said,
"Come here, come here."
When the Immortal came out, Xiaoling looked at him stunned. Well, this little princess dressed up pretty well looks pretty well. Seeing Xiaoling looked at him, Little Eight Immortal shy, said quietly:
- What are you looking at?
- Ha! The Immortal also has a lot of metaphors.- Xiaoling put a thumb up, look satisfied, pull him go quickly to the square.
The closer to the square, the louder the drum sound resounded as thundering, making the space becomes unusually heroic. At high altitude, the beloved flags drop themselves in the wind, showing the words are embroidered powerful, non-luxuriant: "Lac Hong Congress."
Unlike eagerly anticipated, waiting for yesterday, at this moment, Little Immortal is filled with a hard feeling. In my heart I feel sick, nervous as if people are sick car. He had a feeling, something very familiar, was around, but could not figure out. The neckline in front of the chest is burned on fire, warming up, warming up. The Realm of the Light hooked up to see, two black gas flow velocity rapidly transfer, as if to twist together, the pearl in the pocket also set off light.
In front of the tower, today a huge stage was erected. Standing on it can cover the vast square below. In the middle of the stage there was a huge golden throne, which was covered by a long-legged chisel, clawing, of course, to the head of Lạc Hồng - An Dương Đại Đế. The two sides of the throne, each with two smaller seats, are also carved very sophisticated, not to say also known for four head disciples of the largest Lac Hong.
Tuoi Tieu goes to Xiaoling and the two disciples of Maui, going to the registration desk placed solemnly at the foot of the courtyard in the middle. On the next step, Little Immortal saw a tall man, a bright, white armor, a vicious face, his eyes swept outward.A familiar ray flashed in Little Immortal eyes.Who is this man? Looks like he's met somewhere.
The general sweeps his eyes down, touching the Immortal, looking up, suddenly frowning, seemingly recognizing him. The general went to the back, a Tigers stepped forward, whispered something, he turned away. This is Pham Manh Ho, who had been fighting with Thai Bao in the Thai Polycrystalline Imperial Palace on the Great Mausoleum a few years ago. Only thing, Thai Bao is now a madman, how can he recognize him.
- Which one? How many? - The officer sitting in front of the registration desk asked Tuoi Tre, without looking up.
- Dormant Model, twentieth-century number.
It seemed that something was wrong, the other man looked up at Little Immortal with a very strange attitude. Around, the men of the sect also turned to look at him. Xiaoling see that, very uncomfortable. Around, the whispered screams resounded, the content was not said well, they were surprised because this is the first time that Patterns have a male student disciples.
- What do you look at? Have not seen the disciples of the Model Religion ever? - Xiao Ling glared around making some feel embarrassed turned to another.
- Xiaoling! - Little Ears pulls her hand slightly.
- Hmmm! Why are you afraid of them?
- Twentieth of the Model of Religion, Little Idiot fight with Tran Huyen Minh of Long Tiger in the number 7. - The official registration notice, the eyes have stopped looking at Tuoi Tre.
- Great grandeur! - After hearing finished, respectfully worshiped and then Xiaoling and two disciples of the Model of the religion go to the temple.
Behind him, the air suddenly mocked. The male hands suddenly blankly look at him making him wonderfully.
A beautiful woman with a beautiful face, smiling face went to the registration table.After her back, Bach Hoa Van Sword radiate the scent of mellow, subtle nostalgia. Time, space is like dormant after each step she goes.Her gaze, absentmindedly looking away, seemed to leave the suffering world behind.
Xiaoling and Umbrella, the crowd suddenly mumbled back to admire.
And.
This moment ...
... like to stop There
seems to be a scary moment that is here. He was a little girl, she stopped completely. The three men behind her saw that, too, stood still, waving.
That look. Both eyes seemed to touch each other. The Real Immortal stunned, standing like a frozen sphere. She! The girl we met in the dream. Is she real?
On the other side, Song Mai's gaze flickered, as if the wind shook the lake. Her lips trembled, stuttering as if to say something. Her hands clenched together.
This moment, like thousands, ten thousand years has passed.
- Thai Bao! - A voice clear but filled with fire, resound. A name but filled with misery, suffering, filled with invisible emotions. A voice is heard after many years of silence. So, maybe enough already?
A tear rolled down his lap, slowly falling, as if it were floating in the dense space.
A shadow shot through her, toward the Immortal. The image looks like her, is overjoyed, has feelings like bursting out.
- Thai Bao! Mi! - Van Loc from behind, leaping up, hugging Little Idol.
Van Loc stretched his hand, punched the back of the Immortal. Each sentence said, a knock down as the relieved nostalgia of the long-time friends meet again.
- Thai Bao! This damn name! Mi is still alive! I know ....
The Immortal still stands there, staring straight at Song Mai. Who is she? Who is the beautiful, beautiful daughter of the gods? Why did she appear in my dreams?
Bump, a slap hit eyeballs, Van Loc saw as heaven and earth reeling, hurry to leave the immortal, put his hand on his face.
- This damn name! What's up? - Ling Ling eyes open, shouted insults.
Xiaoling look, see the immortal standing as the sky, the eyes are looking at her suddenly she was angry, kicking legs kicked one. When eating a kick, the mind suddenly returned to normal, surprised Van Loc said:
- This friend! Get the wrong person?
The sentence of the Immortal, like a cold water drenched into Van Loc's head and pouring out the feelings of Song Mai.
She was like a soldier standing, the blood seems to be frozen. She squinted, looking. Can not, have beaten her dead is not mistaken. The person standing in front of the other, is her Tai Bao.
- Thai Bao! You ... do not you recognize me? - Song Mai quietly asked.
- Hey! This is not Thai Bao's house. This is the Immortal Being, Disciples of the Species Form.- Xiaoling see, curved lips and then stand out in front of the Immortal.
- You do not recognize this sister? - Song Mai said, just step forward, seems not care about the appearance of Xiaoling.
See Song Mai stepped forward, Xiaoling frowned, pushed the Immortal backwards, shouting:
- And next step, I will not face.
- Thai Bao! - Song Mai shouted when the attitude of this brother is not a little heartbreaking.
Just listening to an hour, the space filled with a scent of pure fragrance of thousands of flowers. Thinh did not suddenly light up the dazzling light. He fell out of the shell, rushed to the Immortal.
Choang, a sound and neat, lightning flashed like lightning, the United Kingdom Sword Flushed back, back to the side of Song Mai. On the other side, Xiao Ling's swinging spat in space, like letting go of a challenge.
Suddenly the incident, the contestants to run the cinema to two sides, yielding space for two beautiful beauties confront each other.
- Who are you ... - Song Mai twisted eyes to Xia Ling.
- I am the Little Linguist of Maternal Forms.Xiaolin replied.
- This is the story of Van Tieu, the people of the Union of Culture quickly avoid let us name this student on charges. - Song Mai shrieked, but pointed to the direction of the decision.
- Ridiculous! Do not think princess is what you want to do. Xiaoling also screamed, two hands catching, Thanh Long sword glistening, launching war without fear.
Between Thanh Long Long, the two gods glow brightly, dashing into each other without any respect. The Immortal slammed behind him, unable to understand what he had done.
In the past, the high-handed players always make people eager, waiting like the sun to rain rain. Now, not only are the two most elite disciples of the Influence of Sword and Maui war resolution but also the confrontation of the two wonderful women of Lac Hong. So on the shoulders, the more people have to vibrate.One is the princess of the Phong Phong and the other is the daughter of the Chief of Nghi Nghia, the second largest force Lac Hong. But the source of this confrontation is because of an anonymous, orphaned. Say it, it's embarrassing.
The brilliant light, blinding bright light blossoming out of the four sides that the low-level practitioners must raise their hands to cover the eyes.
Two techniques to find the scene, rumbling to the enemy rumbling without a bit of respect.For a little girl, two sub-letters to galaxy all need to be so aggressive? What is love? That makes it possible to throw away all that?
When two dazzling optical blades are about to hit each other, one hears a "Ping" sound. The ground shakes. Only visible, the two direct lightning, the light beam and rattled a set of poles is set up in the middle. The two guns immediately dissipated, the polarity slowly cleared, and then turned slightly, suddenly disappeared. A voice shouted:
- Song Mai! Why come here? Want to lose face sectarian?
In this voice, Little Immortal felt very familiar.He looked up. In the air, a large larch, arrogant in the sky. From the back of the eagle, the ball went down standing next to Song Mai, his eyes on Ling Ling, then glanced quickly to Little Immortal, stopped, stunned.
Song Mai turned to look, she was not surprised with the stupidity of the master. She said:
- He is him! Having beaten the dead I also recognize him.
- Thai Bao ... Bao ... child ...! - White-eyed retrograde head retrograde, white as paper, stammered speech.
Psychopathic Psychopathy. Up to now, from the student to the high-profile of Luo Yuan He called him Thai Bao. Is he Thai Bao? He has a relationship with Swallowtail?
White Master unconscious stepped slowly to the Little Immortal. He was like a sleepwalker.How many years have you finally found this student? In the past, when the five phoenixes bring the children back to Van Tieu, hear them recounted confrontation with Demon Devil in Dai Lam, he dared not believe this name survives. Now he was in the flesh in front of the face, the air radiated more bravely he was inevitably a little panic.
- White Prayer leader! Please respect yourself. - A steel female voice echoed, causing the white boy to jerk up, hurry back.
A woman stepped forward, standing in front of Xiaoling, her face slightly uneasy. This is Hong Van Tien Tu.
- Mom! The people of Yuncheng seek to arrest Shi Yi, say he is their disciple. - Ling Ling lips on the tip.
- Hong Yun Tzu! The other teenager is a disciple of the subject. - The White Rabbit pointed his finger at Little Immortal, clearly speaking.
Hong Yun-Tzu turned around to look at Tuoi Tse, making him hesitate. Even he himself did not understand whether he was Thai Bao, the student Dao Tieu as her shepherds and elders announced or not. Previous stories, he can remember. Only know, now he is the only Immortal.
As for Tzu Linh, she was worried, not alone.As far as she knew, he was formerly a morally incompetent scholar, who did not know how to experience the loss of his memory. But she did not care about his past, just now he was a Death Note. Inwardly, she did not want and did not allow anyone to rekindle her past. As if, Xiaoling is still a vague fear.
And Song Mai, she never stopped hoping to meet Thai Bao. In recent years, she has been diligent in her cultivation, even using austere words to describe. The reason also by her idiot monk. She wanted to break through the highest realms of the Sword of Tears in order to be able to face all the mages that she thought had captured her brother.
Meet him here again, in the flesh and not the illusion of nothingness, she was overjoyed. But, he was uu fascinated, plus a beautiful girl next door, ready to hand guard, asked how she is not angry? The heart of her, do not know if the other teachers understand it.
- Leader! The Immortal is a person of the priesthood, the head of the self-respect. - Hong Van Tien Zi suddenly turned, voice firmly.
The statement made the White Chief and Song Mai dumbfounded. What is the Immortal?Disciple of Methodist Teachings? Why is this story? That is not Thai Bao? In the heart of Song Mai as if there are thousands of piercing knife penetrated.
- Thai Bao! You ... tell me? - Song Mai yelled at Little Immortal. His face was very hard to see.
- I ... I do not know! Little Yue shrieked, her face twisted, her head confused, trying to dig in the deepest corners, to find an answer, explaining the name of Bao.
But no matter how hard he tries, the name is still a vague, hidden secret. Eventually, Little Immortal can not remember any memory.
Song Mai was very angry, her face was reddened, her eyes filled with resentment. At this moment, she wanted a sword to kill the stupid brother into a hundred pieces for it, to waive the wait, looking forward to the past.Moving up, Song Mai rushed forward, she was beaten by the White Rabbit arm stretched out.Slowly, the old gentleman said to the other side:
- Death! He was a disciple of the subject, a few years ago, while down the mountain looking for the spirits had fought the great ghost of Demons in Da Lam. It is unclear whether he is alive or dead. Now, I do not know why I joined the Model of Religion. He must have experienced a temporary memory loss.
Suddenly Hong Van Tien Tu and the surrounding people suddenly cold. Is the first number one in this galaxy again? Again, we fight with the disciples of Van Tieu. If this is true, this disciple, indeed a thousand years old, has to keep it. Thinking so, Hong Van Tien Tu smiled smugly:
- The director should not be joking, confronted with Demon Devil, do not say boy pupils of Van Tieu, smart players of noble league, not necessarily won be the winner. Based on a certain Thai Bao disciples, is it necessary to talk too much? And we still maintain our point of view, the Immortal is a model of religion, if the director wants to fight, do not blame us not respect.
- You! - White-haired teacher face hard look, angry fire up on the head but again controlled breathing took a breath.
- Let's go. - Wan Fei Tzu turned around, gesturing to Little Eight and Xiaoling go to the venue.
But, Immortal still stands there, eyes are lifeless, cold as well as thousand years.Xiaoling look, keep silent, do not say anything.By this time, only she had been the bully of Little Immortal but today, she felt something very frightening in his mind.
- Yes .. is it really Thai Bao? - The Little Eater stammered.
Seeing him suddenly asked, Hong Yun Tien and Xia Ling suddenly fainted. Both are worried, if he regains his memory, he will return to Yuncheng, forget all the previous stories. With Hong Van Tien Tu, this boy really has a future and more importantly, Xiaoling has feelings for him.
- It's correct! You are Thai Bao. I have been with each other since childhood. Your home is your home, we are your brother, your sister, your sister. - Van Loc's voice resounded, like a thunderbolt in the face of Tuoi Tre Tu. All silent, eyes drooping toward Immortal.
- Ta ... I'm sorry. But we do not remember the past. I am now a Little Eight Immortal, a member of the Dhamma Model. Please, "said the Immortal, stammering.
- Go away! - Mai Song's voice came in, words like a cold ice falling, choking on the throat of Tuoi Tzu, making him know only silence.
Song Mai turned around, her graceful figure glided away, the space droplets glittered, leaving a subdued Death Valley looking, the face is full of tears tearing the heart. She, the girl in my dream. What is she to me?
- Well, leave, he is not Thai Bao old days anymore. - White sighs leader sigh, the hand swipe signal for the Yuncheng people back to the venue.
The atmosphere around Little Italy seemed to be stopping. There was no laughter, no whisper, no words, only scary silence. He does not know what his mind is thinking now? Just standing there, the gaze of the church, a series of questions show up, floating in the mind.Who am I? Who am I? Why can not we remember?
- Mau, it's time to play. - Xiaoling softly grabbed his hand, pull lightly, her eyes gently look at him. Do you sympathize with him?
The Immortal looked deep into her eyes, what did he see? Yes, he had promised himself, no matter how past was. The biggest thing was that he owed the people of Mau Nghi, Le Huu and also Linh Linh. That beautiful girl, always with him happy moments.
- Let's go! Do not worry, I will always be the Little Immortal. He smiled and said to Xiaoling.
This word, making Xiao Ling feel very warm.It dispels the dark clouds that are piling up in her heart. Is that a promise, a promise?
- At Tran Huyen Minh of Long Tiger, please be instructed. - The tall young man, dressed in brown attire, stood in front of Little Italy with his arms folded.
- Kindergarten of the Kindergarten teacher asked to be educated. - He replied coldly, in his head still wandering thought about the name Bao.
As soon as the name of the immortal, see the immortal under the ring, the disciples of the Long Tiger suddenly whine laughter. It must be stopped, the model of the ancient Teachers all the female students, now naturally come out a male disciple, not to make people wonder. Some mumbling not small, not big enough for the Immortal to hear: "I see, the disciples of this all-female is really a sissy, do not know how to bear the blows of the Tran Brothers" .
- The game begins. - The judge shouted, signaling.
Just saw, a sound, in a flash of the disciples of Long Haunted mouthless mouths do not say anything. Tran Huyen Minh, weapons have not yet released war has lapsed a pile of underground, unconscious personnel. On the radio, the immortal scorned toward the crowd Long Tiger. It's clear how fast he spends his time in the blink of an eye.
The matter was so fast, the judge was also stiff.Later, he and others rushed to where Tran Huyen Minh was lying. At one point, the supervisor shouted:
- This match was the best.
At the scene, on the far side of the stage, White Couture face wrinkles. Unbelievably, this man's disciples came out to the Devil's goddess. Hong Zi Xiu Wan sitting next to the nod to look satisfied.
- Ồ! Kia is not the disciples of Luu Tien? In the blink of an eye can output eighteen measures of opponent opponents, elaborate results are not trivial - An Duong Dai De rules praised the performance of Little Eight.
- Holy Brother! At first he was a disciple of the subordinate. After fighting with the Demon Worship last few years, do not understand why the Model Nghi Giáo ... robbed. - White legs with hands clasped, with An Duong Dai.
- The Devil In Love? - An Duong Dai De face glittering a ray of fear. This character, not saying, he probably understands his good. For years, this ghost has escaped from hell, even though the imperial court sent strong troops but was not heard.
- What is this, Hong Van Tien? - Anyang moved a stern face, asking questions.
Hong Van hurriedly stood up, said:
- King, the other is the disciples of the sect.Emperor is the only religious, must have looked at the martial arts as the embodiment of the essence of the Form of Education. He was a disciple of his father Le Huu, due to the charm should be the god of the martial arts of the Form of Education. He also claimed that he was not a student of Trim. White-haired venerable leader has eaten the toilet.
- You! - White anger, to stand up, then Anyang has dispelled.
- Well! Hong Van Tu said so, the director considered as ignored. Although there are people of any discipline, it is the Lac Hong people, the talent of the court.
"Binh ... average" a few minutes, An Duong together with four major subjects turned to another mine, found Song Mai arrogant standing in the middle of the silent, Bach Ho Van Hoa swirling the wind, emitting a pleasant smell son under the continuous chisel. Her opponent, the best student of the White Horse is holding her head, lying on the ground, not far away, a tree plug deep into the rocky path, certainly the legal protection of the other.
- Mai Mai of Van Tieu wins. - The judge after review, shouted the announcement.
The applause, whistling roar, cheer for Song Mai. But apparently, she did not bother. She turned her eyes toward Little Immortal slowly down the bed. Hearing the scream cheering, suddenly Real estate Tse again to see. Two eyes met. Time seems to stop. Little Eater as someone is squeezing in, aching.
The Immortals snatched their gaze back, bent down to the ground and stepped heavily. He did not understand what he was thinking, like a mess, mess up.
He raised his eyes, saw the beautiful face of Xiaoling looking at him. She also won. Seeing his appearance, Xiaoling suddenly turned to the far side. Xiaoling again touched Song Mai.Both of them glared at each other.
- Well! Go away, do not look anymore. - Xiaobi suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her pulled her startled. Here, for the first time, he took hold of her hand. Xiaoling gently turn away, followed by Sub-Real. A strange feeling filled her.
In the distance, Song Mai feels like crouching.She landed lightly, shaking her hands gently and then flying back to the shells. Step by step, Song Mai walked through the crowd screaming, cheering for her. Her ear was buzzing, unable to absorb the bustling sounds.
- Congratulations to you. A calm voice made Song Mai stand still. In front of her, is the father Mai Thieu Ky.
- Thank you dad! - Song Mai quietly.
Mai Shiek suddenly bright eyes like stars.Finally, after many years, his daughter said back. Mai Thieu Ky jumped for joy. Luckily he restrained not, with the current status, expressing such emotions will make people laugh. He turned to see Zhao Tai next to him, he took a great deal to beat him up, his face wrinkled.
- Million! See you again.
- the royal family! Congratulations to the crown. - Zhao Tai wrinkled his face but still trying to appear flatter.
- I'm a little tired, please rest, afternoon to continue to play. - Song Mai words and then hurried to make Mai Thieu Ky people. But no matter what, the girl said as he was very happy old age.
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Chu Chuoc, the residence of the disciples Mau Nghi Giao
There is no white clouds floating, no mountains nor the message is not the deep blue of the forest. All, only full house, close palatial, imposing. The Immortals lie on top of the roof, their hearts seeming to be dull.
Xiaoling gently to the side, she sat quietly. He said nothing, his eyes still sad looking away. Li Shen breathed, her delicate hands gently rolling the hair on her face. Slowly, she turned to look at him.
"You learned the secret I gave you, did not you? - She opened.
- It's over! - He answered softly.
"She must be very important to you. - she stammered.
- Who? - Little Urchin frowned, in his heart know, Xiaoling is wanting to talk to anyone.
- Then ... the princess, the disciples of Tendulkar ... Maybe before ... - Xiaoling seems to want to pop out the words she did not want it to appear.
- Xiaoling! Stop talking. I do not remember anything. - Yazaki nodded, his face awe.
From that moment, I see you as if you have lost soul ... I do not know ... whether.
The Immortal suddenly sat up, turning to look directly at Xia Ling made her naturally feel shy. If this was the case, she would have a different attitude.
- Xiaoling! Suddenly everything comes to me quickly, I have not prepared to receive.Everyone and you, for me very well. No matter who we were before, there was only this Little Tigers now. - Ursuline says a colon.
- But if you remember ... what? - Xiaoling finally said what she kept hidden inside.
At that question, the Immortals mouth bitter, he does not know what to say anymore. If the old memory came back, he knew what his true identity is? Her sheath, there seems to be a bond very attached to him. He did not know how to do it, in his mind was the question of Xiaoling. What should I do?
Seeing his appearance, Xiaoling sighs, suddenly she reached out to squeeze the hand of Little Idol
- Do not worry, you are a good person, is also a political sect. Your former man is certainly not a bad person.
- I do not know. - Yi Yi felt a warmth from Xiaoling's hand passing. It was both warm and cool, seemingly pacifying his confused mind.This girl, to him how good?
In his heart he sobbed. The Immortal suddenly raised a fear. His past, is it enough to break the rope attached to Xiaoling? The Immortal seems to want to throw that thought away, not wanting it to appear in his mind. But the more he tried, the more he rattled on. The white face is not white as paper.
Xiaoling softly let go of his hands, she straight up, look at Tuoi Tử and shrugged into nothing, so go away. Before her image sank into space, Xiaoling turned, looked at Sub-Zero, smiled and said:
- Anyway, I think she's very good ...
The Immortal looks at Xiaolin, he does not know what to say, just quietly watching her lovely silhouette disappear into the night. He wanted to do something, wanted to pull back Xiaoling, to tell her that he would ... But Idiological immaturity is like that. His hands squeezed together. Why? END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.18/6/2018.
"Come here, come here."
When the Immortal came out, Xiaoling looked at him stunned. Well, this little princess dressed up pretty well looks pretty well. Seeing Xiaoling looked at him, Little Eight Immortal shy, said quietly:
- What are you looking at?
- Ha! The Immortal also has a lot of metaphors.- Xiaoling put a thumb up, look satisfied, pull him go quickly to the square.
The closer to the square, the louder the drum sound resounded as thundering, making the space becomes unusually heroic. At high altitude, the beloved flags drop themselves in the wind, showing the words are embroidered powerful, non-luxuriant: "Lac Hong Congress."
Unlike eagerly anticipated, waiting for yesterday, at this moment, Little Immortal is filled with a hard feeling. In my heart I feel sick, nervous as if people are sick car. He had a feeling, something very familiar, was around, but could not figure out. The neckline in front of the chest is burned on fire, warming up, warming up. The Realm of the Light hooked up to see, two black gas flow velocity rapidly transfer, as if to twist together, the pearl in the pocket also set off light.
In front of the tower, today a huge stage was erected. Standing on it can cover the vast square below. In the middle of the stage there was a huge golden throne, which was covered by a long-legged chisel, clawing, of course, to the head of Lạc Hồng - An Dương Đại Đế. The two sides of the throne, each with two smaller seats, are also carved very sophisticated, not to say also known for four head disciples of the largest Lac Hong.
Tuoi Tieu goes to Xiaoling and the two disciples of Maui, going to the registration desk placed solemnly at the foot of the courtyard in the middle. On the next step, Little Immortal saw a tall man, a bright, white armor, a vicious face, his eyes swept outward.A familiar ray flashed in Little Immortal eyes.Who is this man? Looks like he's met somewhere.
The general sweeps his eyes down, touching the Immortal, looking up, suddenly frowning, seemingly recognizing him. The general went to the back, a Tigers stepped forward, whispered something, he turned away. This is Pham Manh Ho, who had been fighting with Thai Bao in the Thai Polycrystalline Imperial Palace on the Great Mausoleum a few years ago. Only thing, Thai Bao is now a madman, how can he recognize him.
- Which one? How many? - The officer sitting in front of the registration desk asked Tuoi Tre, without looking up.
- Dormant Model, twentieth-century number.
It seemed that something was wrong, the other man looked up at Little Immortal with a very strange attitude. Around, the men of the sect also turned to look at him. Xiaoling see that, very uncomfortable. Around, the whispered screams resounded, the content was not said well, they were surprised because this is the first time that Patterns have a male student disciples.
- What do you look at? Have not seen the disciples of the Model Religion ever? - Xiao Ling glared around making some feel embarrassed turned to another.
- Xiaoling! - Little Ears pulls her hand slightly.
- Hmmm! Why are you afraid of them?
- Twentieth of the Model of Religion, Little Idiot fight with Tran Huyen Minh of Long Tiger in the number 7. - The official registration notice, the eyes have stopped looking at Tuoi Tre.
- Great grandeur! - After hearing finished, respectfully worshiped and then Xiaoling and two disciples of the Model of the religion go to the temple.
Behind him, the air suddenly mocked. The male hands suddenly blankly look at him making him wonderfully.
A beautiful woman with a beautiful face, smiling face went to the registration table.After her back, Bach Hoa Van Sword radiate the scent of mellow, subtle nostalgia. Time, space is like dormant after each step she goes.Her gaze, absentmindedly looking away, seemed to leave the suffering world behind.
Xiaoling and Umbrella, the crowd suddenly mumbled back to admire.
And.
This moment ...
... like to stop There
seems to be a scary moment that is here. He was a little girl, she stopped completely. The three men behind her saw that, too, stood still, waving.
That look. Both eyes seemed to touch each other. The Real Immortal stunned, standing like a frozen sphere. She! The girl we met in the dream. Is she real?
On the other side, Song Mai's gaze flickered, as if the wind shook the lake. Her lips trembled, stuttering as if to say something. Her hands clenched together.
This moment, like thousands, ten thousand years has passed.
- Thai Bao! - A voice clear but filled with fire, resound. A name but filled with misery, suffering, filled with invisible emotions. A voice is heard after many years of silence. So, maybe enough already?
A tear rolled down his lap, slowly falling, as if it were floating in the dense space.
A shadow shot through her, toward the Immortal. The image looks like her, is overjoyed, has feelings like bursting out.
- Thai Bao! Mi! - Van Loc from behind, leaping up, hugging Little Idol.
Van Loc stretched his hand, punched the back of the Immortal. Each sentence said, a knock down as the relieved nostalgia of the long-time friends meet again.
- Thai Bao! This damn name! Mi is still alive! I know ....
The Immortal still stands there, staring straight at Song Mai. Who is she? Who is the beautiful, beautiful daughter of the gods? Why did she appear in my dreams?
Bump, a slap hit eyeballs, Van Loc saw as heaven and earth reeling, hurry to leave the immortal, put his hand on his face.
- This damn name! What's up? - Ling Ling eyes open, shouted insults.
Xiaoling look, see the immortal standing as the sky, the eyes are looking at her suddenly she was angry, kicking legs kicked one. When eating a kick, the mind suddenly returned to normal, surprised Van Loc said:
- This friend! Get the wrong person?
The sentence of the Immortal, like a cold water drenched into Van Loc's head and pouring out the feelings of Song Mai.
She was like a soldier standing, the blood seems to be frozen. She squinted, looking. Can not, have beaten her dead is not mistaken. The person standing in front of the other, is her Tai Bao.
- Thai Bao! You ... do not you recognize me? - Song Mai quietly asked.
- Hey! This is not Thai Bao's house. This is the Immortal Being, Disciples of the Species Form.- Xiaoling see, curved lips and then stand out in front of the Immortal.
- You do not recognize this sister? - Song Mai said, just step forward, seems not care about the appearance of Xiaoling.
See Song Mai stepped forward, Xiaoling frowned, pushed the Immortal backwards, shouting:
- And next step, I will not face.
- Thai Bao! - Song Mai shouted when the attitude of this brother is not a little heartbreaking.
Just listening to an hour, the space filled with a scent of pure fragrance of thousands of flowers. Thinh did not suddenly light up the dazzling light. He fell out of the shell, rushed to the Immortal.
Choang, a sound and neat, lightning flashed like lightning, the United Kingdom Sword Flushed back, back to the side of Song Mai. On the other side, Xiao Ling's swinging spat in space, like letting go of a challenge.
Suddenly the incident, the contestants to run the cinema to two sides, yielding space for two beautiful beauties confront each other.
- Who are you ... - Song Mai twisted eyes to Xia Ling.
- I am the Little Linguist of Maternal Forms.Xiaolin replied.
- This is the story of Van Tieu, the people of the Union of Culture quickly avoid let us name this student on charges. - Song Mai shrieked, but pointed to the direction of the decision.
- Ridiculous! Do not think princess is what you want to do. Xiaoling also screamed, two hands catching, Thanh Long sword glistening, launching war without fear.
Between Thanh Long Long, the two gods glow brightly, dashing into each other without any respect. The Immortal slammed behind him, unable to understand what he had done.
In the past, the high-handed players always make people eager, waiting like the sun to rain rain. Now, not only are the two most elite disciples of the Influence of Sword and Maui war resolution but also the confrontation of the two wonderful women of Lac Hong. So on the shoulders, the more people have to vibrate.One is the princess of the Phong Phong and the other is the daughter of the Chief of Nghi Nghia, the second largest force Lac Hong. But the source of this confrontation is because of an anonymous, orphaned. Say it, it's embarrassing.
The brilliant light, blinding bright light blossoming out of the four sides that the low-level practitioners must raise their hands to cover the eyes.
Two techniques to find the scene, rumbling to the enemy rumbling without a bit of respect.For a little girl, two sub-letters to galaxy all need to be so aggressive? What is love? That makes it possible to throw away all that?
When two dazzling optical blades are about to hit each other, one hears a "Ping" sound. The ground shakes. Only visible, the two direct lightning, the light beam and rattled a set of poles is set up in the middle. The two guns immediately dissipated, the polarity slowly cleared, and then turned slightly, suddenly disappeared. A voice shouted:
- Song Mai! Why come here? Want to lose face sectarian?
In this voice, Little Immortal felt very familiar.He looked up. In the air, a large larch, arrogant in the sky. From the back of the eagle, the ball went down standing next to Song Mai, his eyes on Ling Ling, then glanced quickly to Little Immortal, stopped, stunned.
Song Mai turned to look, she was not surprised with the stupidity of the master. She said:
- He is him! Having beaten the dead I also recognize him.
- Thai Bao ... Bao ... child ...! - White-eyed retrograde head retrograde, white as paper, stammered speech.
Psychopathic Psychopathy. Up to now, from the student to the high-profile of Luo Yuan He called him Thai Bao. Is he Thai Bao? He has a relationship with Swallowtail?
White Master unconscious stepped slowly to the Little Immortal. He was like a sleepwalker.How many years have you finally found this student? In the past, when the five phoenixes bring the children back to Van Tieu, hear them recounted confrontation with Demon Devil in Dai Lam, he dared not believe this name survives. Now he was in the flesh in front of the face, the air radiated more bravely he was inevitably a little panic.
- White Prayer leader! Please respect yourself. - A steel female voice echoed, causing the white boy to jerk up, hurry back.
A woman stepped forward, standing in front of Xiaoling, her face slightly uneasy. This is Hong Van Tien Tu.
- Mom! The people of Yuncheng seek to arrest Shi Yi, say he is their disciple. - Ling Ling lips on the tip.
- Hong Yun Tzu! The other teenager is a disciple of the subject. - The White Rabbit pointed his finger at Little Immortal, clearly speaking.
Hong Yun-Tzu turned around to look at Tuoi Tse, making him hesitate. Even he himself did not understand whether he was Thai Bao, the student Dao Tieu as her shepherds and elders announced or not. Previous stories, he can remember. Only know, now he is the only Immortal.
As for Tzu Linh, she was worried, not alone.As far as she knew, he was formerly a morally incompetent scholar, who did not know how to experience the loss of his memory. But she did not care about his past, just now he was a Death Note. Inwardly, she did not want and did not allow anyone to rekindle her past. As if, Xiaoling is still a vague fear.
And Song Mai, she never stopped hoping to meet Thai Bao. In recent years, she has been diligent in her cultivation, even using austere words to describe. The reason also by her idiot monk. She wanted to break through the highest realms of the Sword of Tears in order to be able to face all the mages that she thought had captured her brother.
Meet him here again, in the flesh and not the illusion of nothingness, she was overjoyed. But, he was uu fascinated, plus a beautiful girl next door, ready to hand guard, asked how she is not angry? The heart of her, do not know if the other teachers understand it.
- Leader! The Immortal is a person of the priesthood, the head of the self-respect. - Hong Van Tien Zi suddenly turned, voice firmly.
- Thai Bao! You ... tell me? - Song Mai yelled at Little Immortal. His face was very hard to see.
- I ... I do not know! Little Yue shrieked, her face twisted, her head confused, trying to dig in the deepest corners, to find an answer, explaining the name of Bao.
But no matter how hard he tries, the name is still a vague, hidden secret. Eventually, Little Immortal can not remember any memory.
Song Mai was very angry, her face was reddened, her eyes filled with resentment. At this moment, she wanted a sword to kill the stupid brother into a hundred pieces for it, to waive the wait, looking forward to the past.Moving up, Song Mai rushed forward, she was beaten by the White Rabbit arm stretched out.Slowly, the old gentleman said to the other side:
- Death! He was a disciple of the subject, a few years ago, while down the mountain looking for the spirits had fought the great ghost of Demons in Da Lam. It is unclear whether he is alive or dead. Now, I do not know why I joined the Model of Religion. He must have experienced a temporary memory loss.
Suddenly Hong Van Tien Tu and the surrounding people suddenly cold. Is the first number one in this galaxy again? Again, we fight with the disciples of Van Tieu. If this is true, this disciple, indeed a thousand years old, has to keep it. Thinking so, Hong Van Tien Tu smiled smugly:
- The director should not be joking, confronted with Demon Devil, do not say boy pupils of Van Tieu, smart players of noble league, not necessarily won be the winner. Based on a certain Thai Bao disciples, is it necessary to talk too much? And we still maintain our point of view, the Immortal is a model of religion, if the director wants to fight, do not blame us not respect.
- You! - White-haired teacher face hard look, angry fire up on the head but again controlled breathing took a breath.
- Let's go. - Wan Fei Tzu turned around, gesturing to Little Eight and Xiaoling go to the venue.
But, Immortal still stands there, eyes are lifeless, cold as well as thousand years.Xiaoling look, keep silent, do not say anything.By this time, only she had been the bully of Little Immortal but today, she felt something very frightening in his mind.
- Yes .. is it really Thai Bao? - The Little Eater stammered.
Seeing him suddenly asked, Hong Yun Tien and Xia Ling suddenly fainted. Both are worried, if he regains his memory, he will return to Yuncheng, forget all the previous stories. With Hong Van Tien Tu, this boy really has a future and more importantly, Xiaoling has feelings for him.
- It's correct! You are Thai Bao. I have been with each other since childhood. Your home is your home, we are your brother, your sister, your sister. - Van Loc's voice resounded, like a thunderbolt in the face of Tuoi Tre Tu. All silent, eyes drooping toward Immortal.
- Ta ... I'm sorry. But we do not remember the past. I am now a Little Eight Immortal, a member of the Dhamma Model. Please, "said the Immortal, stammering.
- Go away! - Mai Song's voice came in, words like a cold ice falling, choking on the throat of Tuoi Tzu, making him know only silence.
Song Mai turned around, her graceful figure glided away, the space droplets glittered, leaving a subdued Death Valley looking, the face is full of tears tearing the heart. She, the girl in my dream. What is she to me?
- Well, leave, he is not Thai Bao old days anymore. - White sighs leader sigh, the hand swipe signal for the Yuncheng people back to the venue.
The atmosphere around Little Italy seemed to be stopping. There was no laughter, no whisper, no words, only scary silence. He does not know what his mind is thinking now? Just standing there, the gaze of the church, a series of questions show up, floating in the mind.Who am I? Who am I? Why can not we remember?
- Mau, it's time to play. - Xiaoling softly grabbed his hand, pull lightly, her eyes gently look at him. Do you sympathize with him?
The Immortal looked deep into her eyes, what did he see? Yes, he had promised himself, no matter how past was. The biggest thing was that he owed the people of Mau Nghi, Le Huu and also Linh Linh. That beautiful girl, always with him happy moments.
- Let's go! Do not worry, I will always be the Little Immortal. He smiled and said to Xiaoling.
This word, making Xiao Ling feel very warm.It dispels the dark clouds that are piling up in her heart. Is that a promise, a promise?
- At Tran Huyen Minh of Long Tiger, please be instructed. - The tall young man, dressed in brown attire, stood in front of Little Italy with his arms folded.
- Kindergarten of the Kindergarten teacher asked to be educated. - He replied coldly, in his head still wandering thought about the name Bao.
As soon as the name of the immortal, see the immortal under the ring, the disciples of the Long Tiger suddenly whine laughter. It must be stopped, the model of the ancient Teachers all the female students, now naturally come out a male disciple, not to make people wonder. Some mumbling not small, not big enough for the Immortal to hear: "I see, the disciples of this all-female is really a sissy, do not know how to bear the blows of the Tran Brothers" .
- The game begins. - The judge shouted, signaling.
Just saw, a sound, in a flash of the disciples of Long Haunted mouthless mouths do not say anything. Tran Huyen Minh, weapons have not yet released war has lapsed a pile of underground, unconscious personnel. On the radio, the immortal scorned toward the crowd Long Tiger. It's clear how fast he spends his time in the blink of an eye.
The matter was so fast, the judge was also stiff.Later, he and others rushed to where Tran Huyen Minh was lying. At one point, the supervisor shouted:
- This match was the best.
At the scene, on the far side of the stage, White Couture face wrinkles. Unbelievably, this man's disciples came out to the Devil's goddess. Hong Zi Xiu Wan sitting next to the nod to look satisfied.
- Ồ! Kia is not the disciples of Luu Tien? In the blink of an eye can output eighteen measures of opponent opponents, elaborate results are not trivial - An Duong Dai De rules praised the performance of Little Eight.
- Holy Brother! At first he was a disciple of the subordinate. After fighting with the Demon Worship last few years, do not understand why the Model Nghi Giáo ... robbed. - White legs with hands clasped, with An Duong Dai.
- The Devil In Love? - An Duong Dai De face glittering a ray of fear. This character, not saying, he probably understands his good. For years, this ghost has escaped from hell, even though the imperial court sent strong troops but was not heard.
- What is this, Hong Van Tien? - Anyang moved a stern face, asking questions.
Hong Van hurriedly stood up, said:
- King, the other is the disciples of the sect.Emperor is the only religious, must have looked at the martial arts as the embodiment of the essence of the Form of Education. He was a disciple of his father Le Huu, due to the charm should be the god of the martial arts of the Form of Education. He also claimed that he was not a student of Trim. White-haired venerable leader has eaten the toilet.
- You! - White anger, to stand up, then Anyang has dispelled.
- Well! Hong Van Tu said so, the director considered as ignored. Although there are people of any discipline, it is the Lac Hong people, the talent of the court.
"Binh ... average" a few minutes, An Duong together with four major subjects turned to another mine, found Song Mai arrogant standing in the middle of the silent, Bach Ho Van Hoa swirling the wind, emitting a pleasant smell son under the continuous chisel. Her opponent, the best student of the White Horse is holding her head, lying on the ground, not far away, a tree plug deep into the rocky path, certainly the legal protection of the other.
- Mai Mai of Van Tieu wins. - The judge after review, shouted the announcement.
The applause, whistling roar, cheer for Song Mai. But apparently, she did not bother. She turned her eyes toward Little Immortal slowly down the bed. Hearing the scream cheering, suddenly Real estate Tse again to see. Two eyes met. Time seems to stop. Little Eater as someone is squeezing in, aching.
The Immortals snatched their gaze back, bent down to the ground and stepped heavily. He did not understand what he was thinking, like a mess, mess up.
He raised his eyes, saw the beautiful face of Xiaoling looking at him. She also won. Seeing his appearance, Xiaoling suddenly turned to the far side. Xiaoling again touched Song Mai.Both of them glared at each other.
- Well! Go away, do not look anymore. - Xiaobi suddenly grabbed her hand, pulling her pulled her startled. Here, for the first time, he took hold of her hand. Xiaoling gently turn away, followed by Sub-Real. A strange feeling filled her.
In the distance, Song Mai feels like crouching.She landed lightly, shaking her hands gently and then flying back to the shells. Step by step, Song Mai walked through the crowd screaming, cheering for her. Her ear was buzzing, unable to absorb the bustling sounds.
- Congratulations to you. A calm voice made Song Mai stand still. In front of her, is the father Mai Thieu Ky.
- Thank you dad! - Song Mai quietly.
Mai Shiek suddenly bright eyes like stars.Finally, after many years, his daughter said back. Mai Thieu Ky jumped for joy. Luckily he restrained not, with the current status, expressing such emotions will make people laugh. He turned to see Zhao Tai next to him, he took a great deal to beat him up, his face wrinkled.
- Million! See you again.
- the royal family! Congratulations to the crown. - Zhao Tai wrinkled his face but still trying to appear flatter.
- I'm a little tired, please rest, afternoon to continue to play. - Song Mai words and then hurried to make Mai Thieu Ky people. But no matter what, the girl said as he was very happy old age.
***
Chu Chuoc, the residence of the disciples Mau Nghi Giao
There is no white clouds floating, no mountains nor the message is not the deep blue of the forest. All, only full house, close palatial, imposing. The Immortals lie on top of the roof, their hearts seeming to be dull.
Xiaoling gently to the side, she sat quietly. He said nothing, his eyes still sad looking away. Li Shen breathed, her delicate hands gently rolling the hair on her face. Slowly, she turned to look at him.
"You learned the secret I gave you, did not you? - She opened.
- It's over! - He answered softly.
"She must be very important to you. - she stammered.
- Who? - Little Urchin frowned, in his heart know, Xiaoling is wanting to talk to anyone.
- Then ... the princess, the disciples of Tendulkar ... Maybe before ... - Xiaoling seems to want to pop out the words she did not want it to appear.
- Xiaoling! Stop talking. I do not remember anything. - Yazaki nodded, his face awe.
From that moment, I see you as if you have lost soul ... I do not know ... whether.
The Immortal suddenly sat up, turning to look directly at Xia Ling made her naturally feel shy. If this was the case, she would have a different attitude.
- Xiaoling! Suddenly everything comes to me quickly, I have not prepared to receive.Everyone and you, for me very well. No matter who we were before, there was only this Little Tigers now. - Ursuline says a colon.
- But if you remember ... what? - Xiaoling finally said what she kept hidden inside.
At that question, the Immortals mouth bitter, he does not know what to say anymore. If the old memory came back, he knew what his true identity is? Her sheath, there seems to be a bond very attached to him. He did not know how to do it, in his mind was the question of Xiaoling. What should I do?
Seeing his appearance, Xiaoling sighs, suddenly she reached out to squeeze the hand of Little Idol
- Do not worry, you are a good person, is also a political sect. Your former man is certainly not a bad person.
- I do not know. - Yi Yi felt a warmth from Xiaoling's hand passing. It was both warm and cool, seemingly pacifying his confused mind.This girl, to him how good?
In his heart he sobbed. The Immortal suddenly raised a fear. His past, is it enough to break the rope attached to Xiaoling? The Immortal seems to want to throw that thought away, not wanting it to appear in his mind. But the more he tried, the more he rattled on. The white face is not white as paper.
Xiaoling softly let go of his hands, she straight up, look at Tuoi Tử and shrugged into nothing, so go away. Before her image sank into space, Xiaoling turned, looked at Sub-Zero, smiled and said:
- Anyway, I think she's very good ...
The Immortal looks at Xiaolin, he does not know what to say, just quietly watching her lovely silhouette disappear into the night. He wanted to do something, wanted to pull back Xiaoling, to tell her that he would ... But Idiological immaturity is like that. His hands squeezed together. Why? END=NAM MO SAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTENMENT.VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.18/6/2018.
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