Nineteen years on the map!

bearing teeth,

The Far South,

Under Mochizuki Reef,

Ryuzaki Ishipan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chengya, ancient name: Punishment Cliff. A barren and arid country!

The land of the extreme south is a place of bitter cold!

If there is anything in the Far South, it is famous all over the world!

In addition to the fierce cultivation, it is Mochizuki Reef!

The name of Mochizuki Reef has been around for a long time, and the source cannot be traced!

Biography: In ancient times, Chengya, as well as the surrounding area, was covered by the vast sea, I don't know when, the tide receded and did not return, gradually changing into mulberry fields. One day, in the flames of the red sun, within the earth-shattering thunderstorm clouds, the supernatural boulder rose from the ground, and the prophet was powerful and set up an ancient monument: Moon Watching Reef!

Tonight, the moon is bright, quiet, and there is no wind!

On the wide and smooth stone rock, there are two elders sitting cross-legged opposite each other, with solemn expressions, twisting and horizontal, and playing!

Where there is a game, there is a victory or a defeat, and it is commonly known as a gambling game!

If it's a gamble, there must be a red color!

Tonight, gamblers!

"You, don't fight!"

Opposite him, the white old man in a purple silk crown robe, twisted and fell, stroking his beard and smiling, full of spring breeze, the old Taoist with his head down and tattered clothes, slowly raised his head from the chess game, and by the white moonlight, the face of the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks appeared, squinting into a line of eyes, quietly looking at it.

"If it's really providential, you and I will go into the game with our eyes closed. “

Dao, follow the fate!

Compliance, Nature!

You, this is the way to study, choose first, this fruit. It's okay, take the twist with your eyes closed, wait for the chessboard to be full, and then talk about winning or losing, fair.

The white-bearded old man in a purple silk crown robe, stroked his long beard, smiled slightly, and looked at each other lightly, the old Taoist in tattered clothes in front of him, the bright purple light flashed in his eyes, like fireworks annihilation, like a streamer fantasy, and he was already calculating and deducing.

The way of heaven is insignificant, although current affairs are impermanent, but, in the slightest thread, time, under the withering, can still be grasped, a little fragment, a piece of reincarnation illusion.

With these, it is enough to give birth: the sky is here!

Quietly looking at the old man in front of him, his eyes were full of vicissitudes.

The old Taoist in tattered clothes slowly raised his head, squinted into a line, and looked straight at the sky, so bright and bright moon.

"What a one!

The big round moon, the bright night, on the Moon Gazing Reef in the sky, under such a frosty white moon, in the endless immortal thoughts, unexpectedly, get yes, chaos is born, white milk is cloudy.

The white-bearded old man in a purple silk crown robe, unconsciously jumped his eyelids, and his snow-white long beard moved without wind, fluttering and swaying.

"Providence!"

The old Taoist in tattered clothes, listening to the slightly surprised sound, slowly withdrew his eyes, slowly lowered his head slightly, greeted the white-bearded old man, and looked straight at himself intently, just like himself just now.

"Do you dare!

meanwhile

In such a bright night,

In a bright and shabby hut,

A baby cries, croaks to the ground!