Wang Luo frowned, trying to see the darkness outside, but he couldn't see through the darkness anyway, and the speaker didn't come in.

"The old man still has some questions for you. ”

Wang Luo's heart trembled, the other party's origin was unknown, and his cultivation was even more unpredictable, so he replied: "Senior, please ask." ”

"Heaven and earth are vast, what is a good person?"

Wang Luo thought to himself, what the hell is this thing asking, how do you know what a good person is, Wang Luo thought for a while: "I once heard an old man say, for heaven and earth, for the people, for the sake of the saints, for the eternal peace." The younger generation thinks that it is a good person to be able to do this. ”

There was silence in the night, only the sound of the wind, whistling.

"All sentient beings have their own destiny, what about those who can't change this heaven and earth?"

Wang Luo seemed to have a breath of turbidity in his heart, not vomiting or unhappy, he looked at the darkness in front of him, his right hand was on the railing, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright: "Everything has creation, there is a saying that the small rich rely on diligence, the middle wealth depends on luck, and the big rich rely on life." That's true, but I'd like to add a few more. Since people are born and live for a lifetime, and a life is short, like a white horse passing through a gap, if the sky does not carry the way, then it is not looking up to this day, and everything will be created by their own hands, and defeat is defeat. A beloved, from the heart, a beloved, is not rigid and should not be afraid. When you walk on the road, dare to call this square sky. ”

The night outside the door was blurry, and the night continued to lurk, and the wind became more and more compact, but not noisy.

The man outside the door laughed heartily: "A good one should go down the road, and a good one dares to call this Fang Tian." ”

"The seniors smiled, I just had something to say. Wang Luo sighed.

Fang Cai's remarks were completely born from the heart, and he grew up alone since he was a child, and no one took care of himself at home. In my impression, there is only the shallow back of my mother who left since childhood, and my father Wang Tianbai seems to be very busy every day, so busy that he can be bullied by anyone, so busy that he squats in the corner and shiveres, and only wild cats and wild dogs pass by and look at him. Wang Luo never complained about anyone, let alone took his life, he only had one thought, that is, to live, only by living, can he reach higher and farther places.

"Then tell me who is better in this century-old Shahe Laojiao or Xiaoyao'er in Hongzhuang?"

Wang Luo was a little speechless for a while, and replied hesitantly: "Shahe Laojiao is strong enough and chokes. The younger generation may prefer Xiao Yao'er, which is sweet and easy to eat. ”

After Wang Luo finished speaking, he saw a thing flying from the darkness Wang Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, a pot of wine, purple and red in the body, and the bottle mouth had not yet been opened, so he could smell a pungent burnt smell.

"In the future, you will definitely love this Shahe Laojiao, please drink this wine first, not much, I will cut the meat and give it away. If you have a chance in the future, you will definitely have a drink with your friends. ”

Wang put his hands on the old cellar of the Shahe River, but he touched an old book on the side.

It is written "Smoke Wave Fishing Song".

"This book was entrusted by a friend to give it to you. The old man has also studied it, but it is just a vein of cultivating qi and cultivating the soul under the vast sky, which may be useful to you. The people outside the door were afraid that the king did not know, so they specially instructed.

Wang Luo put the book in his arms, bowed and asked, "I don't know which senior is entrusted by, and do the juniors know each other?"

There was loud laughter outside the door, and all the bizarre scenes inside the house were gone, except for the sound of the wind outside the door.

"Little baby, the old man is very happy. ”

I didn't hear any sound, and from beginning to end, I didn't even see the figure of the person outside the world.

Wang Luo held the wine jug in his hand, and the ancient book with the smell of mold and dampness was in his pocket. It's not a dream, it's just who wants to give the book to me? Who is this old man? Who is the person who entrusted it?

Wang Luo shook his head vigorously, not thinking about anything.

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Twenty miles away from the Snake Head City, on the bank of the weak water river, there was a man covered in black robes, holding a cane, looking at the river in the stars.

There was the sound of sparse footsteps behind him, and the black-robed man suddenly stopped a few steps away.

The black-robed man picked up his crutches and nodded some river water: "Nuan'er, this should be the second failure in your life." The first time I encountered hard stubble, my strength was below others, and it was understandable. What is the reason for this time?"

Nuan'er took off the veil, and under the moonlight, the condensation was extreme, but it had a different taste.

She pursed her lips: "Master, I have met a hooligan." ”

The black-robed man coughed violently, almost laughing out of tears: "Nuan'er, don't tease Master, what's wrong with you, that rascal?"

He 、、、 him 、、、 hummed、、、 I didn't want to say it, I'm so angry, I've never met this kind of person in my life, it's just shameless." The more Nuan'er thought about it, the more angry she became, and kicked her feet hard, and the small gravel was kicked into the river by her, causing a small wave.

"By the way, Master, why are you here?" asked Nuan'er.

"I was entrusted by a friend to do something here, and I happened to know that you were here, so I sent you a signal to meet my precious apprentice. After the black-robed old man finished speaking, he turned to look at Nuan'er.

took out a still hot flower chicken from his arms: "Look at what this is, I didn't steal it at all, I brought it to you all the time." ”

"Wow, Master, you're too good for your apprentices. Nuan'er jumped forward happily and took over the call for the flower chicken.

As soon as I opened it, I said, "Huh": "Master, you can eat it if you want, and I won't blame you for anything, this chicken leg has been bitten by some people, are you afraid that I won't be able to see it." ”

The black-robed old man blushed and coughed a few times to hide the embarrassing scene: "I was bitten by that mouse on time." ”

Nuan'er snorted and laughed: "Master, you didn't say that about yourself." ”

After Nuan'er finished speaking, she took out a bottle of wine hidden from her back: "Hehe, Master, give!"

"Shahe Laojiao, I asked someone to bring it here, and I was reluctant to bring it to my father. Do you want to leave it to your old man?" Nuan'er smiled, deliberately stretched over, and retracted her hand again.

The old man in the black robe shook his white beard up and down, pointing at Nuan'er: "You little bad thing, bring it to the teacher." ”

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, haha, I'm mad at you. Nuan'er said and began to avoid the black-robed old man.

In the night, on the banks of the weak water river.

In the distance, there is a bonfire gas, there are two people sitting around, an old and a young, two people are holding flower chickens, full of grease, and a cup of Shahe Laojiao in front of them.

"Master, is it delicious?"

"You're delicious! Thank you, my good boy. ”

"Master, are you going to leave after eating?"

"Master still has a long way to go. ”

"Yes, Master is usually very busy. Nuan'er was content to finish the last bite.

The black-robed old man wanted to stroke the obedient man's head, but found that his hands were full of oil, so he stretched it out into the air and took it back.

In the end, he slowly stood up alone, looked at a departure star above his head and muttered to himself: "Nuan'er, Master has found your beloved, don't worry, don't worry." ”

Under the entire heavenly dome, it seemed that only the old man's muttering was the only one who could hear it.

This year, and the central country Taixing 12 years.

Eternal peace, not Ai Fangxing.