Mo Tear and Lin Xiaomu hurriedly returned to the dilapidated mountain villa, and for a real night, they didn't sleep, and Mo Tear Lady stroked the smooth black ring, thoughtfully.

In the two months that he had been lying in bed, he had thought about a lot of questions, occasionally dreamed, and was also in the hazy vision, weakly watching his sister who fell to the ground with blood flowing quietly on her chest, her breathing gradually weakened, and finally completed his last breath with a smile.

Every time he woke up from a dream, he was heartbroken, he didn't know how many times he had dreamed of nightmares like this, but lately, he didn't seem to have dreamed of it again, it seemed that he could no longer see the face that was so familiar, the sister who once protected him.

In addition to the remorse and sadness in his heart, he strangely found that he was almost no longer interested in the deep hatred in the past, the other party's cultivation was booming, and he was indeed weaker than an ant, if he sought revenge in his heart, he would only take more lives and lose more precious things.

Mo Tear sneered in his heart, laughing at his weakness and incompetence.

And in this place, he saw the life of his dreams, where there was no invisible blood without turbulence, and there was no life-and-death sword-to-life, some just tried their best to be self-sufficient and struggle to survive in this world of the jungle.

He loves this kind of life from the bottom of his heart, but he also knows very well that life here will not last long, and the strong will always be afraid that the weak will become stronger, so even if the weak just want to live well, it is a luxury.

He believed that in the near future, this temporarily established Lin Shui Sen Sect would develop better and better, and he was even more sure that this place would soon become the target of public criticism.

Because he once lost the love of his heart, he didn't dare to lose it in the future.

In this way, in these days, he has never had any contact with those lonely and miserable people with the old and the young, he always goes alone, occasionally finds a vacant place where no one is, practices swords alone, and spends most of his time meditating and practicing.

Lin Xiaomu, Da Xi Yaoshui and He Sen seemed to be quite busy, they seemed to treat this place as a real home, and they had to deal with a lot of trivial things every day, so they were very busy.

It was another early morning, and Mo Tear came to a small grass stall, just took out of Bai Yuan, waved it twice, and did not want a sound, sounding next to his ears, "Good sword, it's a pity that it's a little worse." ”

Mo Tear looked slightly surprised when he heard the sound. At some point, there was a man lying on the grass, his eyes were closed, his face was shiny, his gray and black hair was twisted and curled into a ball, he was holding a wooden sword, and a wine gourd was hanging from his waist, and he was sleeping on his back with his face to the sky.

This obvious characteristic, Mo Tear recognized him at a glance, wasn't it the crazy drunk man a few days ago, why was he here at this time?

Mo Tear was confused, but not interested, and asked casually, "What's missing?"

Zhou Yong took out his ear droppings, still closed his eyes, and said freely, "Although the sword in your hand is good, it is a pity that it will hurt you in the end." Your kendo is awe-inspiring, but after all, you lack a trace of softness, such a kendo can only be watched by it after all, if it is used in actual combat, it is a little worse!"

Mo Tear was surprised, "Seniors know swords, can you give me some advice?"

Zhou Yong suddenly opened his eyes, stumbled up from the ground, slowly stood up straight, supported his waist and said, "Oh, ah! My old waist is really old! Why can't I die?"

Mo Tear stepped forward and bowed his hand, humbly bowing his head to ask for advice, he knew that everyone should not be disguised, after all, in this strange place, anything strange can happen.

Zhou Yong twisted his waist, moved his arms, and said casually, "Sword? I don't understand." It's just that I've seen too much, and I've said a few random words, all of which are nonsense, so how can I believe it? But I just watched the swordsmanship you played, and the sword intent is quite high, and I don't know who created it. ”

Mo Tear was instantly deflated, since he didn't understand the sword, he still talked to him about the ball, slowly turned around, and danced the sword by himself.

Zhou Yong snorted and smiled, "Boy, if you practice like this, you won't be able to understand what a real sword is in your life." ”

Mo was stunned for a moment, ignored him, and continued to dance the sword.

Zhou Yong slowly lay on the ground again, like a sleeping Arhat, and said casually, "The so-called supreme swordsmanship is that there is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, although the sword has not yet come out, but tens of millions of swords have been produced. Holding a sword in your hand and hiding a sword in your heart are very different after all, and the so-called people who have no sword in their hands can be sure that they have thousands of swords in their hands, and they are in a different state of mind after all. In addition, it is burdened by cultivation, and it is difficult to reach the state of human sword and one. The swordsmanship you practice is indeed unfathomable, but in the end, it varies from person to person, swordsmanship is dead, and man is alive. ”

Mo Tear suddenly stopped the sword in his hand and asked casually, "Then what should I do?"

Zhou Yong snorted again and smiled, "The so-called cultivation is nothing but cultivating the mind, the so-called cultivation of the mind, you must first understand the reason, tomorrow will be the reason, life will be a lifetime, grass and trees will be autumn, no matter the length of life, after all, you can't escape the four words of the Heavenly Dao cycle, a way of cultivation, the Tao is ten million, and it is boundless." If you can do it, don't be happy with things, and don't be sad for yourself. Sadness is not sad, hurt is not painful. Fang became the realm of the gods. ”

Mo Tear listened to the answer to this question, although he felt profound, but it was useless, and then asked, "What does this have to do with sword training?"

Zhou Yong shook his head and said loudly, "Stupid." There are some things that can't be said. Once you explain it thoroughly, it loses its meaning, so you can understand it!"

Mo Tear felt like she had been tricked, turned her head, and whispered, "It's really a madman." ”

Zhou Yong suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Old ghost Miao, are you okay?"

Mo was stunned for a moment, turned his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

Zhou Yong's solemn cheeks instantly turned into a hippie smile, and he said pitifully, "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Since Mo Tear invited Zhou Yong, who was even more shabby than Hanako, to have a meal. From then on, Zhou Yong was like a dogskin plaster, sticking to ink tears, no matter where ink tears went, he would always appear next to ink tears, so that when ink tears went to the toilet at night, he was more worried than being a thief, for fear that a big living person would suddenly pop out of a corner of the corner, and his soul would be scared many times.

What's even more excessive is that even when Mo Tear and Lin Xiaomu are alone, he will appear on time and become the most shiny big light bulb, every time he lies on the ground with a hippie smile, and explains righteously, when I don't exist, you can do whatever you want. Every time I hear this sentence, Mo Tear has a feeling of itching fingers and beating people in the bottom of my heart, but helplessly, this Zhou Yong, who is weak on weekdays, escapes for his life, which is faster than a monkey, and Mo Tear is the most angry, he has run over him for several streets, and his shoes are about to rot, so he didn't catch up with him and stumbled crookedly.

Zhou Yong is also shameless, he is most like a beggar in terms of dress and appearance, but he doesn't work again, eats white food every day, and is simply a guy who lives on beggars, as long as he has food, it doesn't matter to him whether he has dishes and chopsticks, so that those sloppy beggars on weekdays don't want to be with him.

Most of the time, Zhou Yong always likes to chatter, say some inexplicable words, every time you look at him with relish, the ink tears will quietly move away, you never know, when? The spitting star will spray on your face, and when? The nose and earwax can also throw an arc in mid-air, and you don't know when he suddenly disappeared? and suddenly appeared silently behind you, and it came into your cheeks, pulled away the old face, showed yellow teeth, and smiled.

Although ink tears are very helpless, they are not very

annoyed him, sometimes he will inadvertently point out a few tricks of ink tears, and what's more interesting is that what he nagging in his mouth is some novel things,

For example, if you say that the easternmost side of a mountain is an ocean, boundless and blue, you can say that you have swam there for hundreds of days, and finally you don't see the end, so you start to turn back. Say what sooner or later, the world will return to nothingness, and the demon that was born of nothingness will invade this continent, and what else to say? Who has won the top spot in the Oiran this year? Which handsome offspring has won the first place in the ranking of the Dao, and even sometimes, he whispers how to pee?

In short, from the big world pattern to the trivialities, he seems to know everything and is willing to say anything.

Especially when it comes to the top of the Oiran list assessed by everyone in the world this year, he is even more relished and gushing, like such a gorgeous person, but in the mouth of this sloppy Taoist, only got a charm that still exists, and the ointment is not enough, maybe it will not be two years, it will be treated by the rising show, but Mo Tear cares more about the last sentence of this Zhou Yong, to talk about beauty, the fox clan should be the first, as soon as this word came out, Mo Tear immediately realized that this person is extremely not simple.

Let the queen is the world's assessment of the first master of the Tao Wang Ren, this is a legend, has been at the top of the list for decades, always modest self-proclaimed second, he is not only the first on the Tao list, but also in the first place in the kendo for decades, is a well-deserved talent in both civil and military cultivation, but in the eyes of the sloppy Taoist, he is just a vulgar person.

In addition, one of his favorite words is that he has lived enough, but he can't die, every time he sees his cheap appearance, his tearful fingers twitch, and he can't wait to give him a few knives to see if you die.

Mo Tear was also very curious, he actually understood so much, why could he still end up in such a situation? And the other party's answer could make Mo Tear half angry. One is the tried-and-true answer, I've lived too long, I want to die, but I can't die, I can't starve to death, what can I do?

It's the first time I've seen Mo Tear, and it's an eye-opener, thinking about the character who is waiting for the dog skin plaster to linger, Mo Tear really can't imagine, if he follows him like this all his life, how should he live?

However, there were times when he was very useful, such as coming up with ideas, and Mo Tear once asked him on a whim, "How can I open the door and set up a sect on this day without being disturbed." ”

Zhou Yong said casually, "Isn't it okay to defeat Wang Ren, who claims to be the second in the world?"

Ink Tears listened to this extremely unreliable idea. Wouldn't it be that he was sent to the fire pit, people could be at the top of the world's avenue for decades, where could he be defeated if he was defeated, besides, taking the initiative to find someone to stir up trouble was not his character of running away when he met an ant.

Zhou Yong shook his head calmly, gnawed on the bun he picked up in his mouth, and said bluntly, "Then you just wait for others to come to the door, at that time, it's too late for you to regret it." ”

Mo Tear was silent for a long time, and early the next morning, Mo Tear held Bai Yuan in his hand and walked towards the bustling market alone.

In the faint morning light, a sloppy man with his hands crossed and holding a wooden sword and a gourd hanging from it could be seen standing quietly on the treetops with one foot, and quietly saw a man in a black robe, slowly walking in front of him.

Unconsciously, she looked up at the crescent moon that was about to disappear, and after smiling, she sighed, "It should be soon, wait for me." ”