Book 2 - Chapter 16: Secrets.
The Immortal, sitting there, occasionally glances up at him. Who is it that the tone seems to know his legs? Even the stories that Little Immortal is vague. How is this person?
The cup of tea is cool, dangling on the table.Ling Ling ill just stare at him grow up alone.The other rose up drinking tea, alone, as if wanting Little Idol to burst out a series of questions that burst head dead.
For a moment, suddenly remembered what to look up the Linguistic Illusion. He looked like a sword, looking straight at the Illusion Illusion, sharp, cold. Although not human, Xiaoling illusion also seems to be scared when the eyes look at me. The body of Xia Ling illusion suddenly shivered slightly.
- Pretty! Beautiful. A beautiful treasure - He raised his mouth praise.
The Immortals heard this, suddenly burst into anger. Even though this is not the real Xiaoling, her silhouette is here. A jealousy rushed into the labyrinth of the Immortal, his face suddenly grimacing, the flash of lightning discharged.
The old man looked at Chang Yizhong, changing his attitude, suddenly realizing that his heart was bursting with laughter. As lightning fastened, his guardian arm leaped through his throat, coming in and clutching him squarely at the ghost.
Things are going so fast, Little Eight-Tails has not responded, just stared blankly. Xiaoling illusion even just in time to exclaim, a crack in the hands of his protégé.
He stood up, all of Lu Xiao's body was so illusory that he was lifted off the ground. If you are human, you must have been dead.
Yew grunted and cried out,
"What the heck are you doing?
He had just finished speaking the right to hit, the body glow. Only hear a dry sound. One of the immortal's right punches him like a cotton ball. His eyes do not turn around, still looking at the Illusion of Excitement excitedly.
The Immortal felt an aching, violent arm, stepping back unconsciously, in the heart of constant fear. Is this monster a monster?
The illusion of illusion at this body blaze up the bright white light. Blinking, the shape of human beings has disappeared, instead a shimmering sword glowing in the hands of the elderly.
The immortal way that gap gap gaped. He can not touch the illusion that Xiaoling is only visible. This old man can control the sword of the other. This makes the Daredevil only dare to watch. He dimly understood that, this old rose to give praise is because of the sword, this is not due to the beautiful face as the flowers of Xiaoling. Come to think of it, suddenly, Real Immortal felt embarrassed.
- The sword! The new target is the sword - He increased the plate of praise.
,,,,, Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu, The gauntlet that the sword radiates is like the bright sunlight, even though it looks brighter, causing him to cover his eyes. This monk's rise, even beyond the Devil, Subconscious thoughts, in the heart not afraid of fear.
The sword glows for a moment, causing the entire room to shine in a bright light, slowly melting away, the image of aging, Little Immortal, and furniture in the room gradually appearing.
He let go of his hands, the sword panic jumped away, burst into a sound, the illusion of Xia Ling appeared. The phantom of virtual Xiaoling seems to be very excited.
At this point, both the Illusionist and the Immortals stood there, watching him rise with a very terrified attitude. Growing up, slowly sit down, take a sip of tea, style radiate out the rank of king over standing million people not a resident pupil disciples.
- Spiritual, only the user is not aware of all the power of it.
He shook his head shaking his head, not looking at it but everyone understood what he was saying.
Xiaoling illusion look up and then turn to Little Idol, the eyes are very agree with the words just said. Even though his tu was listed in the high court in Lac Hong, but he did not look anything up.
At this time, Little India Sneaky steps to sit, sit down, take the cup of tea to click. He asked:
- Do you want me to show you how to maximize the power of the Angel of the sword?
As if you want to spray the sip of tea just click.Did he even know the title of this god sword?
- He is ... who ...? Why did you know this sword?
Laughing up a refreshing, he rose slightly thoughtful, raised his eyes to the door said:
- In the past we also met Cao Lo Son.
Listening to this master, in the labyrinth of immortality suddenly overflowing memories of childhood. He remembered the time Cao Cao teacher just said. The words of the master suddenly overflowed violently. Yes, he said that no one can trust anyone in this turbulent life.
- Unexpectedly, the god swept into the hands of a nose uncle clean. Do you want to use all of its power?
He glanced up at Little Immortal, waiting for an answer.
Do you need it? Need the supreme power to control the Celestial Sword? In the head of Little Immortal, thousands of pictures of the past show. Great job spreading rumors, he has enough. But what does it bring to his miserable life? Parents, Little Linh have lost their lives.Even the sister is considered dead. What do you need to do?
Thinking of it, Little Idol shook her head slightly, saying:
- I do not need.
The old man looked up at him and laughed.
- Very good! Well, do not need, do not need. I have not met anyone like you, no need to fame ...
Speaking of this, suddenly the old man rose and then gently said:
- Well actually, there was also someone told me do not need to. deprivation, status. In real life there are still so heavy people?
He inquired curiously,
"Who is that?"
- He is Duong Thieu Son, Professor Van Tieu.
He looked up at Little Immortal, his eyes twisting and his heart. As the Immortal heard a thunderbolt in the ear, the image of the monk Van Tracing in the mind. Another memories come back to him.
Suddenly, there is a ray of doubt in Little Immortal. This old man, familiar with Van Missing team, again said the name of a haughty voice with no abstention? At this point, a name clearly appears in his head: the Dragon God.
But he has become divine, so it's nine heavens.This old man, though emitted, is one in a million, but is that emperor? The contradictions of Constantinople are constantly rising.
He looked up at the face of Impatient, seeing that attitude seemed to know what he was thinking. He laughed a moment and sighed
, "Are you thinking of me as someone? I am the person you are thinking in that head.
White Immortal face like a sheet of paper.What did he even think he knew? But, more importantly, this monk is that one - the Dragon God.
- He was the Grand God?
Little India stammered, finally saying that name.
He grinned, nodding. He did not want to hide this.
"But ... but I think the Great Deity was ..." "Yes
," he said, as if the old man was cheating on him.
- Everyone has their own secret. Me too. In the past, as if it could have been nine heavens, worshipers divine divine. Only the gas in the body too heavy to be hiding in the island, the day of using Buddhist law to suppress the ghost.
The God of the Dragon laughs, paragraph.
The Immortal Silence, listening to Long Shen Quan expressed heart. Indeed, he did not know what to say. The bitterness of a king when he carried the gas he understood? Little Idol looked up at the altar. The long side wrapped in the other bag, sure to be the sword of the world: Bat Long Than Sword. Ying Tzu again looked up the word "Van" is solemnly hung on the wall. The swastika is sculpted in gold, occasionally giving off a bright yellow glow. For hundreds of years, the famous emperor Lac Hong must live in this desert island?
Apparently, Little Immortal has a great empathy with Longhua. Both of them carry in their own indescribable feelings.
Ling Xiaoling slightly look at these two people.Does a sword understand the mind of man?
The small island on this deserted island covered a silent atmosphere. Three people just sit there, eyes full of melancholy. Smoke of light, gentle gently caress the space that makes it quiet filled with clear ideas. 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.20/6/2018.
The cup of tea is cool, dangling on the table.Ling Ling ill just stare at him grow up alone.The other rose up drinking tea, alone, as if wanting Little Idol to burst out a series of questions that burst head dead.
For a moment, suddenly remembered what to look up the Linguistic Illusion. He looked like a sword, looking straight at the Illusion Illusion, sharp, cold. Although not human, Xiaoling illusion also seems to be scared when the eyes look at me. The body of Xia Ling illusion suddenly shivered slightly.
- Pretty! Beautiful. A beautiful treasure - He raised his mouth praise.
The Immortals heard this, suddenly burst into anger. Even though this is not the real Xiaoling, her silhouette is here. A jealousy rushed into the labyrinth of the Immortal, his face suddenly grimacing, the flash of lightning discharged.
The old man looked at Chang Yizhong, changing his attitude, suddenly realizing that his heart was bursting with laughter. As lightning fastened, his guardian arm leaped through his throat, coming in and clutching him squarely at the ghost.
Things are going so fast, Little Eight-Tails has not responded, just stared blankly. Xiaoling illusion even just in time to exclaim, a crack in the hands of his protégé.
He stood up, all of Lu Xiao's body was so illusory that he was lifted off the ground. If you are human, you must have been dead.
Yew grunted and cried out,
"What the heck are you doing?
He had just finished speaking the right to hit, the body glow. Only hear a dry sound. One of the immortal's right punches him like a cotton ball. His eyes do not turn around, still looking at the Illusion of Excitement excitedly.
The Immortal felt an aching, violent arm, stepping back unconsciously, in the heart of constant fear. Is this monster a monster?
The illusion of illusion at this body blaze up the bright white light. Blinking, the shape of human beings has disappeared, instead a shimmering sword glowing in the hands of the elderly.
The immortal way that gap gap gaped. He can not touch the illusion that Xiaoling is only visible. This old man can control the sword of the other. This makes the Daredevil only dare to watch. He dimly understood that, this old rose to give praise is because of the sword, this is not due to the beautiful face as the flowers of Xiaoling. Come to think of it, suddenly, Real Immortal felt embarrassed.
- The sword! The new target is the sword - He increased the plate of praise.
,,,,, Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu Tiểu, The gauntlet that the sword radiates is like the bright sunlight, even though it looks brighter, causing him to cover his eyes. This monk's rise, even beyond the Devil, Subconscious thoughts, in the heart not afraid of fear.
The sword glows for a moment, causing the entire room to shine in a bright light, slowly melting away, the image of aging, Little Immortal, and furniture in the room gradually appearing.
He let go of his hands, the sword panic jumped away, burst into a sound, the illusion of Xia Ling appeared. The phantom of virtual Xiaoling seems to be very excited.
At this point, both the Illusionist and the Immortals stood there, watching him rise with a very terrified attitude. Growing up, slowly sit down, take a sip of tea, style radiate out the rank of king over standing million people not a resident pupil disciples.
- Spiritual, only the user is not aware of all the power of it.
He shook his head shaking his head, not looking at it but everyone understood what he was saying.
Xiaoling illusion look up and then turn to Little Idol, the eyes are very agree with the words just said. Even though his tu was listed in the high court in Lac Hong, but he did not look anything up.
At this time, Little India Sneaky steps to sit, sit down, take the cup of tea to click. He asked:
- Do you want me to show you how to maximize the power of the Angel of the sword?
As if you want to spray the sip of tea just click.Did he even know the title of this god sword?
- He is ... who ...? Why did you know this sword?
Laughing up a refreshing, he rose slightly thoughtful, raised his eyes to the door said:
- In the past we also met Cao Lo Son.
Listening to this master, in the labyrinth of immortality suddenly overflowing memories of childhood. He remembered the time Cao Cao teacher just said. The words of the master suddenly overflowed violently. Yes, he said that no one can trust anyone in this turbulent life.
He glanced up at Little Immortal, waiting for an answer.
Do you need it? Need the supreme power to control the Celestial Sword? In the head of Little Immortal, thousands of pictures of the past show. Great job spreading rumors, he has enough. But what does it bring to his miserable life? Parents, Little Linh have lost their lives.Even the sister is considered dead. What do you need to do?
Thinking of it, Little Idol shook her head slightly, saying:
- I do not need.
The old man looked up at him and laughed.
- Very good! Well, do not need, do not need. I have not met anyone like you, no need to fame ...
Speaking of this, suddenly the old man rose and then gently said:
- Well actually, there was also someone told me do not need to. deprivation, status. In real life there are still so heavy people?
He inquired curiously,
"Who is that?"
- He is Duong Thieu Son, Professor Van Tieu.
He looked up at Little Immortal, his eyes twisting and his heart. As the Immortal heard a thunderbolt in the ear, the image of the monk Van Tracing in the mind. Another memories come back to him.
Suddenly, there is a ray of doubt in Little Immortal. This old man, familiar with Van Missing team, again said the name of a haughty voice with no abstention? At this point, a name clearly appears in his head: the Dragon God.
But he has become divine, so it's nine heavens.This old man, though emitted, is one in a million, but is that emperor? The contradictions of Constantinople are constantly rising.
He looked up at the face of Impatient, seeing that attitude seemed to know what he was thinking. He laughed a moment and sighed
, "Are you thinking of me as someone? I am the person you are thinking in that head.
White Immortal face like a sheet of paper.What did he even think he knew? But, more importantly, this monk is that one - the Dragon God.
- He was the Grand God?
Little India stammered, finally saying that name.
He grinned, nodding. He did not want to hide this.
"But ... but I think the Great Deity was ..." "Yes
," he said, as if the old man was cheating on him.
- Everyone has their own secret. Me too. In the past, as if it could have been nine heavens, worshipers divine divine. Only the gas in the body too heavy to be hiding in the island, the day of using Buddhist law to suppress the ghost.
The God of the Dragon laughs, paragraph.
The Immortal Silence, listening to Long Shen Quan expressed heart. Indeed, he did not know what to say. The bitterness of a king when he carried the gas he understood? Little Idol looked up at the altar. The long side wrapped in the other bag, sure to be the sword of the world: Bat Long Than Sword. Ying Tzu again looked up the word "Van" is solemnly hung on the wall. The swastika is sculpted in gold, occasionally giving off a bright yellow glow. For hundreds of years, the famous emperor Lac Hong must live in this desert island?
Apparently, Little Immortal has a great empathy with Longhua. Both of them carry in their own indescribable feelings.
Ling Xiaoling slightly look at these two people.Does a sword understand the mind of man?
The small island on this deserted island covered a silent atmosphere. Three people just sit there, eyes full of melancholy. Smoke of light, gentle gently caress the space that makes it quiet filled with clear ideas. 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.20/6/2018.
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