v7 Chapter 291： Transmutation (2/2)

Xiao Chen closed the first 10 years.

Shu Bo stands in front of the temple, such as Cangsong cypress, and it has a strong tendency to condense. The Daoist steward survived the period of Zuo Mei Dao to this day, and the flames are not obvious. No one knows what kind of terrible existence he has reached. Even Ganoderma lucidum, because the same plant-elves can sense the breath of Shu Bo, although it is vague, it is like the ocean, unpredictable and unreachable.

Starting from the retreat of Brother Xiao Chen, all the repairs on the scene were filled with excitement and joy. Only Shu Bo has stood here since then, motionless. It has been on May 15th, 1o, and never moved.

The entire retreat has been closed, and no one dares to break into one of them. Even the Rock Squad, Yun Sheng, etc. cannot enter one of the steps, but two people can enter it except Shu Bo.

Ganoderma and bitter mountain.

There is a fire candle in front of the retreat hall, standing in the void, burning quietly, without the slightest heat dissipating from it, the wind can't move, and the rain can't be extinguished.

This candlelight was left by Xiao Chen before entering the customs, and only asked with his permission, could Shubo unravel the imprints of the Taoist monks? Shubo hesitated a little bit, still tell the truth, nodded and said yes. Xiao Chen smiled and said that if one day the candle goes out, Shu Bo will break the road pattern in San Xi, and turn around and walk into the temple, and then there is no sound from it.

When Xiao Chen set up something, Shu Bo was able to guess what it was for, but he didn't say much. He just took a deep look at Xiao Chen's back, and the master of the heart and the path of the heart could be fine.

Ganoderma lucidum is on its side, and the bitter mountain is slightly behind, with anxiety on its face.

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Xiao Chen closed the 17th year.

The candlelight gradually faded, from the size of a thumb to the size of a bean, the color was dim, but a little paler without the bright red, revealing the weak smell of strands, it seems that it will go out soon.

Shubo frowned, his eyes anxious.

Ganoderma lucidum is low, with green onion fingers twisted, and the corners of the mouth are tightly pinched, without any trace of blood.

The bitter mountain was silent, without a word.

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Xiao Chen retreated in the 25th year.

The candlelight in front of the temple was almost extinguished, but the size of the rice grains still did not dissipate. Through the candlelight, it seemed that the inside of the temple could be seen. The figure who was struggling to give up and admit defeat seemed to feel the unyieldingness in it.

Shu Bo's face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold and swollen, and the horrible breath slowly spread over the whole hall. He speculated that this retreat would be dangerous, but he did not expect that it would be so fierce that it would make the owner of the palace less prone.

Take the soul as a guide, turn it into a burning lamp, the light is on, and the light is off. This technique is the way of the Taoist field. Shu Bo knows very well. Now it is a matter of life and death. Maybe the next time ... the lights will go out ..

Lingzhi sensed Shu Bo's ugly face. Although she didn't know what the light was, she could feel the breath of Brother Xiao Chen to make her feel at ease, but the candlelight breath became weaker and weaker, and a sorrow lingered in her heart all these years. There was a terrible pain in her heart.

”Shubo!”

Ganoderma opened his mouth, but Shu Bo was unmoved, and sighed after half a ring. ”The retreat hall was built by the old palace master, and a large array of them opened up, even I couldn't break into it. Today, I can only see less. Can the palace master stand up to the moment. ”

”How easy is it to turn a carp into a dragon? If you don't die, you will become a giant maggot in the future ... But will the man in the mantle chosen by the old palace master be a short-lived person, and the old man doesn't believe that the young palace master will die, never believe it!

Shubo growled, but it was hard to hide his sorrow.

Ganoderma lucidum tears, bitter red eyes.

But one day, when the candlelight seemed to be gone, Shubo was ready to forcibly break the dojo brand, and a burst of anger suddenly burst from the candlelight.

Shubo lifted his old tears. ”Thief, you have finally done a good deed!”

Ganoderma lucidum transforms into sadness and joy, but is overwhelmed, falls on the ground and looks up at the candlelight, and the empty atrium is filled with a full of excitement ...

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