The two of them walked around the lake in winter.

Summer has come, but on the edge of the lake, which is surrounded by mountains, spring has not yet receded.

The wild fragrance is fragrant, the beautiful wood is beautiful and the shade is prosperous, as far as the eye can see, it is full of flowers, and the warbler flies and the grass grows.

Along the way, the two of them are more or less strange.

This should be the core of the secret realm of Longmen, why does it seem that Jing is so peaceful, and there is a little weirdness in the peace, not only can you not feel the pressure of the secret realm at all, but even the dragon's breath is not alive, and occasionally a few small beasts skim the lake and meadow, all of which are some demon beasts that have not yet opened their minds.

It's as if this is a forgotten place in the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

The two of them didn't meet anyone asking for directions at the lake, because there was no one else in the lake of Nuoda except for them.

Along the way, they are not all without gains, there are always some elixir spirit grass that has not been opened on the grass quietly, and they can't even run, so they are just about to grow into these four words. So it's cheaper, and it's winterfall.

The family foundation is slowly accumulated bit by bit, and for these things that Luo Le feels is low in rank and unwilling to bend over, Dongluo is still very willing to bow his head and bend over.

Bi Jing is still worth a few coppers.

Money doesn't grow long, you run into your pocket, and to put it bluntly, you have to earn it yourself.

Luo Le looked at the young man who was a little excited to pull out the elixir, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

She also asked the young man, a person who may not have a tomorrow at any time, why he still works so hard to live and covet these small profits.

She remembered that day, the young man wiped his sweatless forehead with his sleeve and said with a smile: "Why do you want to live so hard? I want to think about it! If you don't work hard to live, you can't work hard to die! If you can live one more day, you will earn one day, and if you live one more day, you will have a greater hope." In the past, I thought that life and death were actually like that, life is life, death is death, it doesn't matter, but now I don't think so, this person is still very good! It's not like the saying goes! It's better to die than to live. ”

She doesn't remember much about what the boy said later, but she only remembers the side face of the boy smiling in the sun.

Xiao Xiao is solemn, hearty and clear.

Luo Le stood in place and watched the back of the young man bending over to pull out the medicine, and he stopped talking.

Some words can easily come to the top of the heart, but it is difficult to say them.

Sometimes just saying that sentence can take a lifetime of mental effort.

Dongluo turned around and looked at the girl who was standing in place and looking at him in a daze with some confusion, rubbed his face with both hands and said, "What, I have mud on my face!"

The girl shook her head.

Dongluo slapped his forehead in a trance and said, "Then it seems that you are obsessed with my beauty and can't extricate yourself." ”

Dongluo persuaded him with kind words: "It's not me who said you! We cultivators must always put cultivation first, and the sound of dogs and horses will only be an obstacle to the cultivation of the Great Dao, and you can't delay your cultivation because I am handsome, and only care about coveting my beauty." Besides, you're young, and I'm not the kind of casual person. ”

The girl was stunned at first, and then furious.

Winterfall grinned, "But I can ......"

The girl's toes tapped, and the whole person jumped smartly, kicking towards Dongluo.

Dongluo turned around and ran.

The girl chased after her.

For a while, there was a lot of noise on the edge of the lake, mixed with a few stubborn willow whistles.

Luo Le puffed out his cheeks and blew the willow whistle in his mouth loudly, and one or two egrets in the sky who had just returned from hunting by the lake were so frightened that they turned around and flew back into the lake.

Dongluo laughed.

Dongluo, who had been running in front of him, suddenly stopped, and even the half-blown willow sound came to an abrupt end.

The girl, who was pretending to be unable to catch up in the rear, thought that something had happened to him, and hurriedly stepped forward, and found that he was just staring at a stone monument by the lake in a daze, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The water of the lake gently washes back and forth against the reef on the shore, and a white stone monument stands on many of the reefs.

There are three big characters engraved on the stele: Longquandu.

Dongluo looked behind the stone monument, a slightly sloping arc, the arc was paved with pebbles of different colors, and the undulating lake was still splashing.

Dongluo said with some curiosity: "This is a ferry?"

It's not that he can't see that this is not a ferry, and the three big characters of Bi Jing Longquandu are still written there! And the writing is not bad.

He was just curious about why there was a ferry port on the shore of this last lake, and where the route after this ferry would lead.

Luo Le glanced at him and said, "Such a big stone is not a ferry, could it be a tombstone!

Luo Le pouted: "Why don't you dig it and try it, and see if there are two words for a tomb, maybe there will be a windfall at that time!"

Dongluo turned around and knocked a chestnut on the girl's head, and walked towards the ferry stele.

He was unwilling to do and did not want to do such a windfall.

But I think there should be someone who will enjoy doing it.

Dongluo remembered the little fat man he met in the Mo Family School Palace again, and he didn't know how he was doing now.

I hope the feud between him and Zheng Nanfeng goes well!

The name of the ferry is generally engraved on the front of the stele, and the back is a memorabilia of some major events, such as the reason, process, and result of repairing the ferry. If the blank space on the back is larger, and there are more, it can also be used as a merit tablet, on which it is written who has contributed as much money and effort as much as possible to repair this ferry, so that those passers-by who pass through this ferry will be grateful for their merits and virtues, and the way of heaven will give him generously.

This kind of thing is very common in the Shenzhou Continent, most of the wealthy businessmen with benevolent hearts will choose to contribute money after they have money, build bridges and pave roads, and open museums to give lectures, in order to benefit their neighbors, accumulate prestige, and be used by future generations.

Of course, there are also some people who are not benevolent to the rich, and when they see others building bridges and paving roads, they also go to build bridges and pave roads with false benevolence and righteousness to benefit the township, of course, no matter whether these people's starting point is good or bad, but the result is that he is indeed doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, and Ze is the world, so the result must be good. When the world enjoys his blessings, most people will also say hello to him.

In the house of goodness, there will be afterglow.

If you don't accumulate goodness, there will be aftermath.

Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue has always been only about deeds and not about the heart, and the heart is perfect in the world.

The back of the Longquandu stele does not write any causes, processes, and results of the construction of Longquandu, nor does it engrave the name and surname of the person who repaired this ferry, so that the people who will be blessed by future generations can sing praises for their merits.

Behind the stele of Longquandu, only a dozen words were scribbled, and the pen power was naturally vigorous and strong, domineering and leaking, and even when the winter fell, he couldn't help but shout a good word.

The wind and rain are frightening, and the falling flowers and snow are boundless. It was like hearing the magic and thunder, and I saw the dragon and snake walking from time to time.

Dongluo squatted in front of the stele, more than a dozen words on the stele seemed to be a stroke, there was no pause in the middle, between the ups and downs of the pen, like a surging river, endlessly.

His right index finger gently touched the beginning of the first word, and he wanted to follow the trend of the word to understand the mood and mentality of the person who wrote when writing, and to understand the intention of each word and sentence falling on the stone tablet.

It's just that when his fingertips fell on the stone tablet, they were instantly retracted. Snow-white sword qi appeared on the stone tablet like lightning, crackling.

Luo Le came to his side at some point, stared at the words on the stone tablet and frowned and said with some uncertainty: "Could it be that these words are not written with a pen, but directly with a sword...... Engraved?"

Winterfall also feels this way.

The words on the stele are like a sword.

It is conceivable that someone once wrote with a sword in front of this stone tablet, and wrote in the void, and the sword qi fell on the stone, and it did not disperse for thousands of years.

Dongluo fell his gaze on the stele again, the stele that can carry such a sword qi and maintain the sword qi for thousands of years is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Dongluo's finger fell on the stone tablet, and a touch as warm as water burst out.

Dongluo's eyes are slightly bright, it's really a good thing!

If only I could take it away.

It should be worth a lot of copper!

"Don't bother with it. Luo Le seemed to see his inner thoughts, and said directly: "You really think it's a tombstone! This thing is called Zhenshuize here, and it can be the essence of water transportation in the town, and this thing has taken root and has been connected with the luck of the mountains and rivers, if you want to move it, you have to move this landscape." Just look at your little body. ”

Dongluo's eyes moved slightly.

Luo Le seemed to remember something again, and reminded: "You are not wrong, this town of water and the town and the mountain in your hand have the same root and origin, although I don't know their origin, but you also know with your feet that things that can control the luck of a side of the mountains and rivers, it must be the best thing in the world, even if it is not as good as that piece of Dading Heaven and Earth Houde Town Daoyu, but it is not much worse." Therefore, your town and mountains should be used well, don't just know how to use it as a brick every day, if you don't feel ashamed, I will be ashamed of you. ”

After knowing the true identity of Zhenshanyue, Dongluo was rarely a little ashamed.

Unexpectedly, the Zhenshan Mountain that Xue Nianci gave him and was often used as a brick envoy turned out to be so good, and if it was used well, it could suppress the luck of the mountains and rivers in a place.

You must know that even the ordinary landscape god residence can barely stabilize the luck of a place without losing it, but such a stone tablet can suppress the luck of a landscape.

Luck in the mountains and rivers is something that cultivators in the world must fight for! Otherwise, people who are cultivating will not be looking for any treasure land of mountains and rivers when they start a sect and establish a clan.

Dongluo took out the Zhenshan Yue in his hand and sighed, wiped it gently, and smiled so much that his mouth was about to close.

He gently stroked Zhen Shanyue, glanced at Luo Le and said, "Did you already know how extraordinary this Zhen Mountain is?"

Luo Le didn't know why the young man asked this, so he nodded with some confusion and said, "Yes!"

Dongluo glanced at Zhenshanyue with some distress, and asked loudly: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier, it caused its pearl to be dusty for so long." ”

Luo Le took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and gritted his teeth and said, "I thought you knew, who knew you didn't even know a fart." ”

Dongluo wants to cry without tears, he knows, he knows a fart!

If he knew, he would use Zhenshan as a brick, a table, and a stepping stone...... It must not be used as a tribute to the ancestors.

Dongluo looked at Zhenshan and exhaled lightly, fortunately he didn't bump into anything, otherwise he wouldn't have been distressed to death!

Luo Le said angrily: "Put it away, don't be embarrassed here." ”

Dongluo has put away the town and mountains, and after making up his mind, this town and mountains will have to be well hidden, don't take them out every day and show them, you have to be baby.

Before he didn't know that the stone tablet in front of him was Zhen Shuize, he still had some ideas.

After knowing that the stone tablet in front of him was Zhen Shuize, his thoughts were deepened even more.

It's just that the idea is not mature, and now he has a weak heart.

Dongluo had no choice but to sigh, and then his gaze fell back to the few lines of cursive on the back of Zhen Shuize.

His right index finger endured the stinging pain brought by the sword qi, and traced it along the handwriting that the sage had carved with the sword.

He wanted to use this stele to have a dialogue between the past and the present with the sage who had engraved the word, seeking a common ground so that he could understand what the sage had carved on the stele.

And the words on the stele are the common denominator.

After a long time, Dongluo withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and slowly realized.

Seeing Dongluo open his eyes, Luo Le asked with some curiosity, "Did you feel it?"

Dongluo looked at the lines of cursive on the back of Zhen Shuize, and said word by word: "Eight thousand miles of dragon spring, the smoke is vast." 100,000 high mountains, turbulent. Longquan crossing, asking people to cross, it is better to cross by yourself. ”