Li Muchan's expression struggled several times. He looked at the red line in front of him, but he just tied it gently to both ends. More than ten feet away from behind was the Zen room where his beloved wife lived. The sound of wooden fish came gently, and the sound hit his heart. As long as he took a step forward, he could break the red line and see his beloved wife. But after struggling for a while, he still sighed softly and retreated, letting the heavy rain wet his whole body, but he didn't care at all.

There is nothing more than this one at a distance.

But even in the end, he still respected his wife's decision...

"Master Li..." The old nun Shuiyue'an replied sadly and said with a flash of eyes. The Li Muchan in front of him was far from the arrogant, domineering, cold-blooded and ruthless sword god in the world. It can be seen how much change a thing that makes people feel.

Maybe this is the real Li Muchan, or maybe this is just Li Muchan in front of Ning Huiru.

After being sad, Old Ni wanted to comfort her, but her children's love was not hers. The words changed when she said, "Master Li is in danger of the world. The rain and wind outside are heavy and cold, so don't hurt your body."

Li Muchan sighed slightly, "I am sad to myself, and every drink and peck, I will have a calmness. If God really wants to destroy me, Li Muchan, no one can save me."

The sad nun said lightly: "There are still many things in the world waiting for Donor Li to do. If the donor is so depressed, how can he be worthy of Huiru who cut off the worldly relationship for you? If it weren't for this, how could I break the practice of not entertaining male guests for two hundred years and shelter you."

"Cut off the worldly relationship, make up for my spiritual shortcomings, find my sword heart, and find my martial arts back then?" Li Muchan was particularly disliked this feeling of being used, and couldn't help but be angry. He said in a deep voice: "I am sad to be a monk, and I am here to suppress others with great righteousness. Are you a lobbyist for the world? Humph, has the Demon Sect invaded the world, and whether the world is full of creatures? No matter what Li Muchan is doing! But he Luo Po wanted to challenge him, and I, Li Muchan, went on to do it, not for the justice of the world, but for the sake of me, Li Muchan!"

Li Muchan is such a proud, conceited person who ignores the feelings of others. He doesn't care at all about the righteousness of the world and the people. He only cares about himself except Ning Huiru.

Although selfishness is annoying, it is selfish and not harmful to others. There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you don’t harm others.

The sad nun smiled slightly and said, "The nun doesn't understand the affairs of the world, but Huiru's thoughts are the nun."

Li Muchan said coldly: "Hui Ru? Hui Ru will never force me to do things I don't want to do..."

"It's true." Master Hui replied calmly: "Hui Ru hopes that you will become the Sword God again, not for the sake of the world's righteousness, but for the hope of more survival..."

Li Muchan's body shook, and his eyes were filled with excitement. He almost turned around and rushed into the Buddhist temple again. Finally, he forced himself to restrain himself and sighed: "It's not easy to cut off the worldly relationship!"

A strange thought flashed through Li Muchan's mind, wondering if he even entered the Hunting Sect, would he have to suppress his longing and guilt for Huiru in this way, cut off his relationship with the world, and become the sword god again?

Taking a deep breath, Li Muchan turned around and looked at the Buddhist temple and said lightly: "I'm upsetting the master. Since Hui Ru is here, Li has no worries and it's time to leave!"

After returning to sadness, Old Ni said calmly: "The safety of the donor involves the misfortune and blessings of the world. Please take care of it here."

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, don't worry, Li Muchan is definitely not a person who is afraid of death. Besides, with Luo Po's forces, where can I avoid? Master Bo asked."

Li Muchan looked dim and walked slowly outside the temple.

Seeing that Li Muchan was about to leave, the sound of footsteps came from the temple. A little nun rushed out of the temple with something in hand and quickly returned. When he saw the sadness, the master quickly whispered.

The Master of the sadness flashed with surprise and quickly said, "Master Li, please stay!"

Li Muchan turned around in surprise. He knew his wife's character. Since he decided not to see him again, he would definitely not meet. Therefore, he did not understand why Master Hui called him.

The nun took two steps forward, silently handed over the two things that had been taken from the little nun to Li Muchan.

"Thank you, this is..."

Li Muchan took it over in a dark way, which was a string of Buddhist beads and a letter.

"Donor Li has the idea of ​​cutting off the worldly relationship and has not broken the red line. According to Huiru's instructions, he will transfer this item to Donor Li... The Buddhist beads are here for Huiru to stay in seclusion for several days, and bless Mr. Li in front of the Buddha. The letter is Huiru's voice, so please accept it."

Master Hui looked at Li Muchan with a slightly excited expression and said softly again: "Nothing in the world can be beyond opportunities. Coming is also fate, and going is also fate. Take care of the donor."

Li Muchan held the Buddhist beads, and his whole spirit was different in an instant. As soon as the energy spread, the rain around him was shaken away. At the same time, the rain on his body immediately dried up. He laughed and said, "Well, it's fate to come, and it's fate to go!" The voice was no longer the dullness of despair at the time, but was filled with strange joy.

With a long smile on the sky, Li Muchan disappeared outside the misty door. Li Muchan struggled several times, looking at the red line in front of him, but gently tied it to both ends. More than ten feet behind, the Zen room where his beloved wife lives. The sound of wooden fish came gently, and the sound hit his heart. As long as he took a step forward, he could break the red line and see his beloved wife. But after several struggles, he still sighed gently and retreated, letting the heavy rain wet his whole body, but he didn't care at all.

There is nothing more than this one at a distance.

But even in the end, he still respected his wife's decision...

"Master Li..." The old nun Shuiyue'an replied sadly and said with a flash of eyes. The Li Muchan in front of him was far from the arrogant, domineering, cold-blooded and ruthless sword god in the world. It can be seen how much change a thing that makes people feel.

Maybe this is the real Li Muchan, or maybe this is just Li Muchan in front of Ning Huiru.

After being sad, Old Ni wanted to comfort her, but her children's love was not hers. The words changed when she said, "Master Li is in danger of the world. The rain and wind outside are heavy and cold, so don't hurt your body."

Li Muchan sighed slightly, "I am sad to myself, and every drink and peck, I will have a calmness. If God really wants to destroy me, Li Muchan, no one can save me."

The sad nun said lightly: "There are still many things in the world waiting for Donor Li to do. If the donor is so depressed, how can he be worthy of Huiru who cut off the worldly relationship for you? If it weren't for this, how could I break the practice of not entertaining male guests for two hundred years and shelter you."

"Cut off the worldly relationship, make up for my spiritual shortcomings, find my sword heart, and find my martial arts back then?" Li Muchan was particularly disliked this feeling of being used, and couldn't help but be angry. He said in a deep voice: "I am sad to be a monk, and I am here to suppress others with great righteousness. Are you a lobbyist for the world? Humph, has the Demon Sect invaded the world, and whether the world is full of creatures? No matter what Li Muchan is doing! But he Luo Po wanted to challenge him, and I, Li Muchan, went on to do it, not for the justice of the world, but for the sake of me, Li Muchan!"

Li Muchan is such a proud, conceited person who ignores the feelings of others. He doesn't care at all about the righteousness of the world and the people. He only cares about himself except Ning Huiru.

Although selfishness is annoying, it is selfish and not harmful to others. There is nothing wrong with it, as long as you don’t harm others.

The sad nun smiled slightly and said, "The nun doesn't understand the affairs of the world, but Huiru's thoughts are the nun."

Li Muchan said coldly: "Hui Ru? Hui Ru will never force me to do things I don't want to do..."

"It's true." Master Hui replied calmly: "Hui Ru hopes that you will become the Sword God again, not for the sake of the world's righteousness, but for the hope of more survival..."

Li Muchan's body shook, and his eyes were filled with excitement. He almost turned around and rushed into the Buddhist temple again. Finally, he forced himself to restrain himself and sighed: "It's not easy to cut off the worldly relationship!"

A strange thought flashed through Li Muchan's mind, wondering if he even entered the Hunting Sect, would he have to suppress his longing and guilt for Huiru in this way, cut off his relationship with the world, and become the sword god again?

Taking a deep breath, Li Muchan turned around and looked at the Buddhist temple and said lightly: "I'm upsetting the master. Since Hui Ru is here, Li has no worries and it's time to leave!"

After returning to sadness, Old Ni said calmly: "The safety of the donor involves the misfortune and blessings of the world. Please take care of it here."

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, don't worry, Li Muchan is definitely not a person who is afraid of death. Besides, with Luo Po's forces, where can I avoid? Master Bo asked."

Li Muchan looked dim and walked slowly outside the temple.

Seeing that Li Muchan was about to leave, the sound of footsteps came from the temple. A little nun rushed out of the temple with something in hand and quickly returned. When he saw the sadness, the master quickly whispered.

The Master of the sadness flashed with surprise and quickly said, "Master Li, please stay!"

Li Muchan turned around in surprise. He knew his wife's character. Since he decided not to see him again, he would definitely not meet. Therefore, he did not understand why Master Hui called him.

The nun took two steps forward, silently handed over the two things that had been taken from the little nun to Li Muchan.

"Thank you, this is..."

Li Muchan took it over in a dark way, which was a string of Buddhist beads and a letter.

"Donor Li has the idea of ​​cutting off the worldly relationship and has not broken the red line. According to Huiru's instructions, he will transfer this item to Donor Li... The Buddhist beads are here for Huiru to stay in seclusion for several days, and bless Mr. Li in front of the Buddha. The letter is Huiru's voice, so please accept it."

Master Hui looked at Li Muchan with a slightly excited expression and said softly again: "Nothing in the world can be beyond opportunities. Coming is also fate, and going is also fate. Take care of the donor."

Li Muchan held the Buddhist beads, and his whole spirit was different in an instant. As soon as the energy spread, the rain around him was shaken away. At the same time, the rain on his body immediately dried up. He laughed and said, "Well, it's fate to come, and it's fate to go!" The voice was no longer the dullness of despair at the time, but was filled with strange joy.
Chapter completed!