Dusk is the dusk that fills the entire Longmen Secret Realm, and darkness is the darkness that pervades the whole world.

Jia Qingshi withdrew from the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

It was as if with his departure, the hustle and bustle of the entire Dragon Gate Secret Realm had also left, and it became extremely quiet.

Only three or three of the moonlight remained, sprinkled on the dragon ladder, sprinkled on the green hills, sprinkled on the trees, and sprinkled on the people.

Dongluo lay on the dragon ladder in a daze, his slightly thin body sometimes swelled, sometimes contracted, and from time to time there were water vapor flames gushing out between his mouth and nose.

His eyes were closed, his lips were cracked, and he didn't know whether he was going to live or die.

If it is life, it may be that life is better than death.

If he died, it would probably still be a good thing for him.

"Smack!"

There was a soft sound, like the crisp sound of a wine jug falling to the ground.

The figure lying on the dragon ladder trembled slightly, and the index finger of his right hand instinctively buckled forward again.

But the figure didn't move forward in the slightest this time, leaving only a brightly colored blood stain, which was engraved on the dragon ladder.

I can't really see anything from the blood streak vertically, but it's very interesting when viewed horizontally.

One word at a time.

"Smack!"

There was another cracking of the flask.

The young man's eyes trembled more and more, sometimes swollen, sometimes shriveled body shook violently, but soon there was no sound.

"Smack!"

The third sound!

......

......

Zhang Wendao looked at Jiang Taigong, who seemed to be a person who had nothing to do, and said with a strange expression: "Taigong, are you a little unruly! The second time you said that your hand was slippery and you didn't hold it steadily, although no one would believe it, you can barely accept it by pinching your nose. ”

Zhang Wendao's face was a little unnatural and said: "Your third time, will you be a little bad at the rules! You are not afraid of ......"

Zhang Wendao pointed to the sky quietly.

"Rules?" Jiang Taigong sneered, "Have you seen anyone who has been unrestrained for a long time at my height who has talked about rules, if I also learn from them and don't follow the rules, I will not slip my hand, but wake him up directly." Besides, even if I don't follow the rules......"

Jiang Taigong raised his head slightly, and said with a flat expression: "Even if I don't pay attention to the rules, how can they tolerate me, do they dare to say half a word? Do they dare to let out a fart?"

Zhang Wendao wanted to speak and stopped, as if they really didn't dare.

With a wave of Jiang Taigong's hand, countless clouds in the sky dispersed, and the sky was clear, "Don't they want to see it?" I'll open this canopy, let them see enough, let them see what the world is." ”

......

......

Dongluo suddenly woke up, gasping for breath like a drowning man.

Not dead, but not much better.

His eyes rolled around, and he seemed to hear several crackling sounds of wine jugs falling to the ground in his coma.

For the flask smashed

The sound of falling to the ground was incomparably familiar to him.

In a border city like Weicheng, it is not easy to open a tavern, and those fierce grassland guests drink to the fullest, and they want to smash the wine jug, and they have to smash the wine jug when they drink to the bitter place.

It seems that in their opinion, since they can't do it with a lot of money, they have to do it with a flask, although the things are not the same, but the feeling is the same.

The same pride, the same pleasure and hatred.

I thought that the atmosphere of smashing bowls and pots would be better in Luoyang City, which was graceful, but it didn't seem to have changed.

He drank with Xue Yurou in the Snow Clan, and after Xue Yurou finished drinking, she casually threw the flask into the moonlight.

When he met Zhou Tianzi in Karez, Zhou Tianzi also casually threw the wine jug into the night after drinking.

Even in the Mojia Academy Palace in this Longmen Secret Territory, after Ye Wushu finished drinking, the wine pot was thrown casually, and the transparent figure was thrown directly down from the top of the snow-capped mountain.

......

Day after day, year after year, from Weicheng to Luoyang, and from Luoyang to Longmen.

This little boy who used to stand in front of the counter higher than him and crackled and made calculations can be regarded as having traveled a long way and seen a lot of people.

The difficult journey of so many years has made his abacus not only appear under his hands, but also in his heart.

It's like the wine jug slamming on the ground, he wouldn't think much about it before, but when it was placed on this dragon ladder, he couldn't help but think about it.

The sound of the wine jug smashing on the dragon ladder, each one seemed to fall into his soul, and it was extremely clear.

Maybe it was because he figured out the meaning of the words "goodness is like water, water benefits all things without fighting", although the rain is wide, and the grass without roots is moistened, he suddenly felt that Zhou Tianzi seemed to have a deep meaning in this seemingly ordinary small action.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have to.

Otherwise, there would be no sound of broken wine jugs on this dragon ladder.

But for a while, he couldn't understand the hidden meaning of this.

He began to look up at the end of the dragon ladder, and instinctively climbed a few more steps forward as he fell unconscious.

But that's about it.

He didn't climb to the end of the dragon ladder.

He was still on the last step before reaching the top of the Dragon Gate, hesitating.

Naturally, the pressure has not subsided, and after getting used to it for a while, there will be the next one, but there is still a little time to relax before the next pressure comes.

As for how long that time was, he didn't know.

As for how much time had passed, he didn't know.

He only knew that if he couldn't think of a way to advance or retreat, then he wouldn't have to think about it, when the next wave of pressure came, he would definitely not be able to bear it, and what was left to him could only be a dead end.

Maybe it was the sound of the wine jug breaking suddenly on the dragon ladder, which made him feel it, and suddenly remembered Xue Yurou, Zhou Tianzi, and Li Duchun for no reason.

Remembering every word they had said to him, he wanted from their words

Figure out a little bit and see if there are any hints?

This last dragon ladder, will he climb or not?

To ascend is to die, and not to ascend is also to die.

This is close at hand, does he jump or not?

To leap is to die, and not to jump is also to die?

But no matter how much he thought about it over and over again, he didn't come up with a single reason.

Xue Yurou said that he was a round of missing moons, that he was a fruit, and the only thing he had to do was to wait for the missing moon to become round, wait for the fruit to ripen, and wait for everything to go to the final consummation.

His eyes stared at his bulging abdomen, suppressing the moisture and flames between his mouth and nose.

He thought that he should have reached perfection and maturity now, because at the beginning of the battle between fire and water, his body withstood it, and was not destroyed the moment the battle between fire and water began.

He had the possibility of living.

Xue Yurou also said that his life fell on the four words "No Ji Tailai", saying that how much he wants to live depends on how much he is not afraid of death.

It's hard to live, and it's not like you're not afraid of death.

Dongluo's eyes rolled again, and he didn't think much about Li Duchun's words.

Because Li Duchun went from him to Luoyang and then to Li Duchun took Xue Yuxin to study, he didn't say a few words to him, and the only one who said it was serious was just two sentences.

One sentence is that although the rain is wide, it does not moisten the grass without roots.

One sentence is that the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds and work their muscles and bones.

He had already understood both of these sentences.

Of course, this is not that Li Duchun has less to say to him, so it doesn't matter. Instead, these two seemingly unimportant sentences are exactly the two most important sentences.

It can be said that he can get to this day and get to the closest place to Longmen, and these two sentences are indispensable.

In one sentence, he found that the root of man is man, and the root of man is his body.

Another sentence made him understand the value of perseverance.

Zhou Tianzi didn't talk to him much, and most of the time he was in a state of confusion, so there were many words that he didn't really hear, and he belonged to the kind that he forgot when he heard it.

As for those who have written down, there is not much chewing.

When it came to what the old Taoist said, he had to think more, because in the end, whether he could survive or not depended on the meaning of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and the Extreme Ice in his body.

If the Extreme Ice wins, then he will definitely die.

Red Lotus won the fire, and his life and death were unpredictable.

Because no one knows if the Red Lotus Karma Fire will become the next extreme ice.

In this regard, the old Taoist Yiluo said very clearly, as long as his main trunk is strong, no matter how strong it is with the Red Lotus Karma Fire and Extreme Ice, it will not be able to stir up any storms.

He could even absorb the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and Extreme Ice Refining for his own use, allowing them to provide him with energy.

But let it think about it, in the end he didn't understand whether he wanted to step out of this last step, no, climb out.

Dongluo glanced at the heights, and immediately retracted them, he already felt a sense of danger from that step.

Not only as compared, but he felt what he was

The pressure on this dragon ladder is coming, and he will definitely die when the time comes.

It's not intuition, it's a fact, whoever gives birth to this feeling on this dragon ladder, really says death is death.

Eventually, his mind returned to the Snow Clan, to his conversation with Snow Rain, and his instincts told him that his way to live should be here.

Dongluo muttered to himself, "No, Ji Tailai." It should be very bad now, but what is the origin of this tata?"

He said with some self-deprecation: "How much I want to live depends on how much I am not afraid of death." To live is to really want to live, and to die is to be really afraid of death. ”

"Afraid of death?" Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had caught something, "Not afraid of death, is there a death that can make people more afraid than now?"

There must be no more, and it is really scary to know this kind of predictable death without thinking about it.

Dongluo has a big belly and a small belly, and many times he tried to stand up, but without exception, he failed.

Dongluo climbed forward with difficulty, and muttered in a low voice: "Taking a step back is not a wide sea and sky, and further is not necessarily a dead end." ”

"Smack!"

Another clear sound.

The corners of Dongluo's mouth raised slightly, "No matter what they mean, I'll treat them as if they were letting me break the jar." ”

Relying on the last bit of physical strength left under the pressure, Dongluo dragged his broken and rotten body to the last step of the dragon ladder and crawled towards the dragon gate.

(End of chapter)