Under a mountain,

Xiao Xiao Creek,

water stone bridge,

shabby and mottled,

bending and winding,

Shaded bamboo forest, deep,

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Thatched house, old, old and ugly, in the courtyard frame, hanging, a yellow bamboo plaque, three words on the inscription: grass void hall.

Three words and one stroke, one in one, walking snake into a dragon, inscription person, strong skills, extremely deep attainments.

Entering the bamboo courtyard, it is a very clean and quiet green grass, inch grass buds, soft, soft, one step, it is like falling into the comfortable fur of the home, and like a drunken time, the clouds and fog are in the confusion.

In the mountains, in addition to the grass, on the banks of the streams, there are also this, interesting and strange.

even

The old and ugly thatched huts are unusual.

Eight pillars under the house into the soil, the material is unknown, the thickness of the column is seven feet in size, it is in the shape of the gossip, the soil is vacant, the yellow bamboo is cut into strips, the eight pillars are the root bones, the wall is wrapped into a house, and the top is covered with a thick wide leaf heart fan.

There is a ladder on the right side of the thatched house, the ladder is one zhang high and two, it is made of the green bamboo rattan of the size of a thin wrist, the strips are woven into it, it is spiral-shaped, the image of the snake entanglement is like a group, extending in the house.

In the house, simple, medicinal incense, people, couch.

One person, leaning on the bamboo table, staring at the couch man.

At this time, quiet!

Atmosphere, gloomy!

Only, bursts of medicinal incense attacked.

Sobering and pungent.

"It's all fate!"

After a long silence,

The person at the table, speak.

Gazing at the person on the couch, the voice was clear and clear, with a certain kind of predestined fate, helpless and sad, a little, complaining.

Numerology is vast, and it boils down properly, a life word can be solved.

Anyway, the affairs of the world, move out of it, no one, there is nothing to say!

"If you hadn't met me at the beginning, you wouldn't have followed up the mountain gate, let alone worship the master, and learned this heavenly skill, without this heavenly ability, to help your body and mind, you wouldn't have gone to the mixed Qiannan City, and when that sword saw blood all the way, you wouldn't have fallen into such a miserable state as now. ”

At the beginning of the words, it was like a river embankment lacking a mouth, and it came in a surge.

"In the past, at least, I had a family, a job, and relatives of all ages, and I could bask in the sun and enjoy a prosperous life. Right? Now?"

sound, paused, like, dark clouds cover the moon.

"Regret it?"

Three words! Like a bright knife, constantly shining with the light of white flowers, cruel and bloodthirsty.

"It's late!"

The white dangling knife, all of a sudden, stabbed into the heart of the person on the couch, cutting the person, lying on the couch, the "forehead" roared, not like a human voice.

"You, the knife you held, the path you chose, you know that in front of you is a sea of bones and blood, and behind you is the abyss of hell, now, at this point, you can't give up?"

The people at the table, supporting the bamboo table, had angry faces and high voices, like a black cry in the night.

"Then at the beginning, on the mountain, you should have listened to the master's words, learned, and been a thousand-year-old king, and today, there will be no such pain!"

The voice is sharp, and the words are like knives, cutting through the heartbroken.

The people on the couch covered in bandages, coughing up blood and roaring, shook violently on the wooden couch, and crumbled like a deep-sea leaf boat.

He is crying, crying, resenting, hating, hating and hating.

But the dead will never open their eyes again.

This is fate.

People, take knives, kill!

Yes, for a reason!

And he is the heinous reason.

The person holding the bamboo table continued, staring at the couch, the man who was worse than death, did not make a sound, but, in his eyes, stared silently, and listened quietly in his ears.

He, yes.

This is, he, to have the effect!

Everyone who walks in the sea of blood in the sword mountain must go through such a stage, only after death can there be life, and life without death!

After all, people always have to rely on themselves to survive all the difficulties encountered in this world.

At least, he, and the knife!

maybe

He, and, with!