My enemies became my companions

Chapter 211: Broken Gun Again
Blood continued to flow from the throat, all flowing onto the black sword.

Qin Qingluo tried his best to exhale, but he just couldn't breathe out.

His limbs were gradually losing strength, and his body, which was much taller than that of an ordinary man, seemed to be slowly sinking.

Her vision was all red, but she still saw with her own eyes that the Purple Lightning Spear was broken by Chen Yi himself.

In the midst of the lightning and thunder of the battle, in order to vent the pent-up anger in her heart, she used her gun to do whatever she wanted, and was unable to move forward or backward.

A gunman should know how to advance and retreat, and know when to stop, just like a son of a wealthy family who does not sit with his head down in the hall.

Those who wield swords and knives are at a loss as to where to advance or retreat. They charge forward without hesitation and have no way to retreat. This is the way of the common man.

So, she lost.

A sword pierced her throat.

Chen Yi moved forward courageously, sacrificing his life at the cost of his injuries, but she was at a loss as to what to do.

The king of all weapons died at the sword of a common man, which is despised by the king.

This seemed to confirm his words.

She has a gun in her hand, but no gun in her heart!
This is not so much a fight,

Rather, it is a battle of martial arts whether the weak can defeat the strong.

"I am convinced..."

Qin Qingluo forced a smile, his lips moved but there was no sound, only the shape of his mouth.

If you lose, you will die.

Many times, it’s not about who has better martial arts skills, but about who can survive.

Death seemed to have never been so close. Qin Qingluo's tall body trembled involuntarily, and blood gushed out, dripping down and staining the cloth shoes under his feet red.

She did not regret her defeat. Even after the sword pierced her throat, she felt that she had lost wholeheartedly. She just... had some regrets.

Her life was full of ups and downs. Her father was murdered by the An family and was not humane. No one even took care of him when he died. Her mother, in order to protect the throne from falling into the hands of a side branch, made a foolish move to help her take the throne, which caused her to be deserted by almost everyone. She barely managed to keep on sitting there, but she didn't know which knife in the dark would take her life.

The cloth shoes were stained with blood, and she thought of the woman in red, the woman in red who was closer to her than her mother. She still remembered Aunt Zhu embroidering the face of the cloth shoes stitch by stitch under the candlelight. At that time, Aunt Zhu smiled at her niece and compared her wide feet with hers. After so many years, the shoes would never wear out.

She had come to the capital this time with the intention of making a decisive move, but she had not expected to make so many mistakes. However, Aunt Zhu had never blamed her, but she just smiled, sometimes gentle, sometimes charming.

They were princes and princesses, and there was no private love between them. Instead, their affection was more solid than the love between the men and women in the storybooks.

Qin Qingluo was in a trance and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Over the years, she has taken many risks, gambled many times, and put herself in danger. Why? Just to die like this...

Looking at the cloth shoes that had been dyed red, she suddenly felt that it would be better if she didn't put herself in danger and didn't try to take advantage of the tiger.

The guilt grew bigger and stronger until it occupied her entire heart. Suddenly, she realized something.

She understood.

It is precisely because she has no worries that she is at a loss as to what to do.

She felt guilty.

So if you have concerns, it means you have a gun in your heart!

At this moment, a small inch of light appeared in Qin Qingluo's field of vision, as pure as glass.

Immortality,

Never be robbed!

Qin Qingluo smiled. That inch of colored glass light instantly changed her fortune and misfortune and made her realize the truth.

She figured out her own meaning!

The woman in red was her ideal.

Her divine consciousness touched this inch of colored glaze light.

The lapis lazuli light suddenly became bright.

The sound of Sanskrit sounds rolled in like waves, like the supreme pure glass.

Chen Yi's Houkang sword at the throat seemed to be slowly forced back. No matter how tightly Chen Yi clenched it, it was pushed away by the glazed light.

Chen Yi's figure flashed, and the red gold relic also emitted Buddha's light, but after flashing, it was completely swallowed up by the glazed light, just like a firefly competing with the bright moon.

Brilliant glazed light burst out from Qin Qingluo's body, engulfing Chen Yi completely.

The surroundings seemed to be changing constantly.

The clouds rose and then dispersed. When Chen Yi came to his senses, he saw Qin Qingluo smiling, as if he was sitting on the sea of ​​clouds, looking down at him from above.

Chen Yi took a look and found that his hands were intact, as if he had come here in the form of a spirit.

And if Zhou Yitang was not mistaken, this place was within that inch of colored glaze light.

This is why she said that she only had a 30% chance of winning.

"Chen Yi."

Qin Qingluo had already spoken, her snake eyes were glowing with a golden glow that looked down upon the earth.
"You really are a... good whetstone."

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you are not dead after all."

Qin Qingluo answered the question irrelevantly:

"You are right. The meaning is yours only if you figure it out on your own. If you rely on external forces to help you figure it out, it is not yours.

And now, I have realized...my own will."

After saying this, she turned her head, and as her mind went, the sea of ​​clouds opened up and a picture emerged, which was the scene of Yaoshang Temple.

In the picture, the tall woman's pierced throat was slowly healing, and Chen Yi's figure was still lingering in front of her.

Chen Yi understood that Qin Qingluo was waiting for her body to heal.

And after the two men's spirits had returned, he, who was severely injured, would inevitably die at the hands of Qin Qingluo's gun.

But he didn't suddenly explode.

Qin Qingluo turned back, glanced at him, and said admiringly:
"Not acting rashly, that's good."

The man stood there, speechless.

Qin Qingluo caressed the sea of ​​clouds casually and said calmly:

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have understood that. To be honest, I really thank you."

The clouds and mist swirled, gathered and dispersed, gathering in all directions.

"I wanted to recruit you, but fate played tricks on me."

Qin Qingluo sighed softly, as if he had lost a good general.

"After you die, I will build a tomb for you."

Chen Yi still didn't say anything. Qin Qingluo just smiled. As the saying goes, when a man is about to die, his words are good. It seems that it is not entirely true, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't care too much. After all, he is going to die, and he is indeed a grindstone, and the final harvest is beyond previous expectations.

"You are already dead. Now the time has not come yet. There is nothing else to do. Why don't you have a drink?"

Qin Qingluo waved his hand, and the clouds and mist condensed and gathered into a wine jar, which fell in front of the two of them.

"Why don't we talk about it again?"

She saw that the man did not refuse and took the wine bottle.

At this critical moment of life and death, Chen Yi lowered his eyes and said calmly:
“Is there any meaning in this wine?”

"I'm interested." Qin Qingluo said with a smile and raised the wine bottle in front of him.

"Why is there intention in the wine?"

“Because everywhere there is meaning.”

"Where is the intention?"

"There is intention everywhere, just as the Tao is in shit and urine."

After saying this, Qin Qingluo drank the wine in the jar in one gulp.

Chen Yi asked again: "Do you have any intention?"

Qin Qingluo hesitated for a moment and said, "No."

Chen Yi's expression changed when he heard this. "Everyone is interested, but you are not?"

Qin Qingluo said: "Because I didn't mean it."

"Then how did you realize the meaning? Did you see it?"

"did not see it."

"Did you feel it?"

“I didn’t touch it.”

As soon as the words fell, Chen Yi's face became solemn, and he asked, "How can you understand the meaning if you haven't seen or touched it?"

Qin Qingluo smiled slightly: "It can't be seen or touched, so it's said that there is nothing in the first place, so where can dust gather?"

Chen Yi's pupils shrank slightly.

Neither real nor false, if it exists and not exists, this is the meaning.

This time,
She has no gun in her hands, but there is a gun in her heart!
Qin Qingluo's already tall figure looked even more majestic among the sea of ​​clouds, almost crushing Chen Yi.

It makes Chen Yi look like a little boy.

The mellow aroma of wine floated among the sea of ​​clouds and entered Chen Yi's nose, as if it suddenly penetrated his lungs, causing Chen Yi's soul to sway, as if he wanted to drink the wine in the glass in one gulp.

When the wine bottle was close to his lips, Chen Yi still stopped.

Qin Qingluo saw this, shook his head and laughed:
“When a prisoner is about to be executed, he will ask for a bottle of good wine and shout that he will be a brave man again in 16 years.

If ordinary people can be so carefree, why should you struggle so hard? "

Chen Yi shook the wine in the glass and said calmly:
"Because I never thought about dying."

"Oh?"

Qin Qingluo found it funny. She wanted to see what Chen Yi wanted to do next.

Should he suddenly rise up amidst the sea of ​​clouds, or wait until he returns to his body before making his next move...

But no matter what, as long as this inch of colored glaze light exists, you will have eternal life and will never suffer any disaster.

Under the halo, Qin Qingluo was majestic.

Chen Yi suddenly asked:
"Do you know why I have to burn a stick of incense to Medicine Buddha?"

"Pray for blessings?"

Qin Qingluo raised her eyebrows. This made her curious. She knew some of the inside story, and she also knew the reason why Chen Yi had seduced the pure saint many times.

"You are wrong. I was discussing something with the Bodhisattva." Chen Yi said calmly.

Qin Qingluo remained calm and didn't care.

Until Chen Yi said the next sentence:

"Let's discuss the matter of the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult."

The female prince felt a chill all over her body, and the sea of ​​clouds suddenly rolled violently.

Chen Yi smiled.

Since she has no gun in her hands, she has a gun in her heart...

Then,

Break the gun again.

..............................

Let’s go back to an earlier time.

After using the spirit writing technique, the woman in red felt weak and needed to rest, so she slowly walked to the teahouse.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, she ordered a pot of tea, propped up her face and gazed at Yaoshang Temple in the distance, like a woman waiting for her husband to return.

"Ah, what husband?"

Zhu E burst out laughing. She and Qin Qingluo had always been the prince and princess in name only. There was no love between them, let alone any friendship between them.

They are just very important to each other. To Zhu'e, the saint, Qin Qingluo's importance is second only to the Mingzun in the scriptures.

"I remember when she first came out, she was so small, but later when I saw her, she was much taller than the men."

Zhu E seemed to be lost in memories, muttering to himself.

Behind her, footsteps could be heard slowly.

As a saint of the Demon Cult and a fifth-rank martial artist, how could Zhu E not hear it? She heard it when the footsteps stepped on the stairs, but she didn't pay attention to it. Now that it was approaching, she tilted her head slightly and blurted out:

"I wonder who is coming...the Holy Maiden of Purity?"

The woman in red widened her eyes. The girl walking in front of her was none other than Yin Tingxue, who was also a saint.

Yin Tingxue approached cautiously and bowed gently to the woman in red.

I wish my hands were trembling.

I only heard the girl whisper:

"The great Buddha of the Ming Dynasty is born and will surely restore the world of ignorance..."

(End of this chapter)