Some people are silent at night looking at the starry sky, but some people are really intoxicated. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wrong, not drunk, but asleep, the monk who was guarding Han Xian's side frowned deeply, because in his opinion, he should have woken up a long time ago with such an injury.

Raised his hand again, sniffed once, frowned and didn't let go, and asked in his heart: "I'm not dead, but why haven't I woken up yet, will I be asleep?" ”

Did Han Xian really fall asleep, there was a little bit of it, so he worked extra hard.

Trying to open the closed eyelids, in that dream, the palms of the spine and the heart have been closed, and the closed eyes have been opened, and the person in front of him is very familiar to him.

But this time, it's like meeting for the first time, and it takes a long time to stare at it, and I'm really afraid of forgetting that self, so I need to look at each other like this.

Be sure to keep the other party in your heart and in your bone marrow.

That proud heart needs such a backbone, otherwise how can it support such pride.

That resolute backbone also needs such a heart, otherwise how to control such perseverance.

With such a backbone, even if it is a long night, Han Xian can hold up his world, and with such a heart, even if it is a long night, he can illuminate the way to come.

The backbone has broken through this world, and the heart has illuminated this world, where else can I go, and this world should have room for my Mr. Han.

I thought my heart was bright, but would those eyes still close in reality?

Without warning, those eyes lit up, how could they still lie on the ground, and they bounced up violently, and their faces were full of horror: "What is it in front of you, it's so terrifying, with white eyebrows and beards, and there is not a single hair on your head." What's even more terrifying is that he actually appeared in front of him with a questioning face.

In how translucent your heart is, you will be shocked into a cold sweat if you bump into a ghost at night.

Fortunately, the great monk has his own personality charm, and the gentle moonlight illuminates the world, and also illuminates the person in front of him, the natural benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, which makes Han Xian's heart a little calmer in the moonlight.

But his mouth was still a little trembling, and he asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

A monk is not a good person, such a quiet place with a weird smile, Han Xian's spine gradually broke out, his heart was already numb, his eyes looked cold, and his face looked a little desperate, I didn't expect that I, Han Xian, would die again.

How could the great monk have been playing for too long, clasped one hand on his chest, and said with a smile: "The old man's name is a Zen, which disturbs the donor's good dreams." ”

For such a kind look, how could Han Xian be angry, he smiled dryly, and then returned the courtesy: "Little brother Han Xian, it turned out to be a Zen brother. ”

Only such people will recognize their relatives indiscriminately, and they will even climb the seniority, Han Xian is a monk in front of him, and he can be Han Cheng's grandfather, and he has become a Zen brother in Han Xian's mouth.

But this person who looks down on everything doesn't care about this, and he doesn't say anything in a light smile.

Han Xian laughed dryly, looking at the face of the Yizen monk, although he already had a good feeling, he didn't dare to have a friendship after recognizing his brother, and his mouth roared.

Yun Hao, who was grazing alone, responded to the roar, and ran to Han Xian's side, Han Xian comforted him affectionately, and then jumped up, just wanted to urge Yun Hu to be stunned.

In the vast night, there are directions everywhere, but where is the road in my heart?

There was a deep sadness on his face, from the moment he woke up, Han Xian knew what he had lost, although he would not die and come back to life like before, but if he lost what he was guarding, he should take it back.

It's easy to think about, but it's not easy to implement, and if you don't think about the problem that you will fight too much in the future, you don't even know where to go now.

How sad this is!

And a Zen monk on the side has already understood Han Xian's expression in the bottom of his heart, and softly sang a Buddha name: "Amitabha." ”

Han Xian was successfully attracted to his gaze, looking at the bald man with a kind smile on his face, and his expression was so confident, he thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Yizen, do you know where Yiyang City is?" After speaking, he looked at him vaguely.

Doesn't a monk deceive?

Sure enough, the kind eyebrows gave Han Xian the answer he wanted, but it also revealed Han Xian's true thoughts in his heart: "The donor went to Yiyang City to find Qin Mu's family?"

Han Xian must have been surprised by the clever calculation of the hairless man on his head, and subconsciously nodded his head.

The Zen monk saw that Han Xian was silent, and then said: "Master Han Shi wants to find what he once lost. ”

Han Xian was still silent, but a little anger flashed in his eyes, how could he lose it, it was obviously snatched by others, since others left their surnames and names, why didn't they call the door.

The monk sighed lightly and said with compassion: "Isn't it good for the donor to be like this, why should you look for the endless troubles?"

Can Han Xian answer him, how can others understand the arrogance of the heart and the perseverance of the backbone, his head was slowly raised, and his eyes looking at the stars in the sky seemed to be thinking about the words of the old monk.

He also sighed lightly and said, "I don't know why, but I feel that that place in the dark is calling me, and I have to go to that place." ”

It was the turn of the old monk to be silent, because he heard the Zen machine from it, and even more tasted it, Han Xian's indestructible beliefs, which he couldn't control by himself.

"In that case, I'll go with the donor. ”

For such joy, those eyes that are nostalgic for the starlight and have too much joy, the monk's words are not useless, so why do they sprout quietly in the heart, but also grow strongly.

Han Xian wanted to strangle him, the best way, of course, he had to go to Yiyang to find it, and he chuckled, which could be regarded as a thank you to the monk.

Will you miss the beautiful spear that stands in the dirt?

Was it Yun Qi's own opinion, or Han Xian's wishes, maybe those eyes didn't want to, so he closed it, and the arms in the wind must have trembled a little, but when the palm of the hand clenched the barrel of the gun, everything had to stop, and he didn't show half of the discomfort.

With a long breath in his mouth, he shouted angrily: "Brother Yizen, lead the way." ”

But Han Xian's arrogance was about to fall into his belly, because a thin donkey appeared behind his brother's back in his eyes, such a weak body, trembling and the old man, he was really worried about falling off the horse and what he would look like.

Time will make Han Xian feel how young he is, and he also knows how redundant his worries are.

That Zen monk obviously knew that Han Xian's eagerness, how could a weak donkey run at such a speed, and Yun Qi obviously had a competitive heart.

Han Xian's face was already full of astonishment, how not to be shocked, what a divine horse Yun Xiao is, but this is such a divine horse, in order to catch up with the weak donkey in front of him, he was actually a little short of breath, his nose fluttered and spit turbidity, Han Xian had to pull down the horse, otherwise Yun Qian would have to die of exhaustion.

The monk was really good, Han Xian wanted to slow down a little, and the donkey also regained a little bit of strength.

Just after the afternoon, a white patch appeared in front of Han Xian's eyes, knowing what it was, and inexplicably trusting the monk, his intuition told him that the person would not lie to him.

Yiyang City, Han Xian has never been here, but in the air, he seems to smell a familiar smell, in his heart it is the smell of Han Feng, and he definitely can't imagine that there will be Wu Jitang's figure on the top of the cloud peak at the highest place.

The kind person in front of him took the donkey's hooves and stood next to his beloved donkey and waited quietly for Han Xian, and Han Xianyi found these in the distance, jumped off the horse and ran to the monk, and sincerely said: "Thank you Grandpa Yizen." ”

This man's smile and kindness are innate: "Donor, I'll send it here." I hope that the donor will cherish it a lot. ”

Han Xian thanked him again, and stepped into the city gate without saying a word, and the suddenly open street quietly appeared in front of Han Xian's eyes, I have to say that Han Xian can attract attention anywhere.

Such a ragged man could lead such a horse with such a wonderful horse, and even carry such a beautiful spear, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Which son has stumbled and fallen into the dunghole?" ”

Others were willing to be quiet, Han Xian didn't care, pulled the person next to him, and asked, "Where is Qin Mu's house?" ”

Such an evil god, the man didn't dare to speak, his hand pointed to the south in a daze, and he quickly broke free and ran out, Han Xian didn't care, the same intuition felt that it would not be wrong, and he took Yun Hu and walked towards the south of the city.

The more I walked, the more strange it became, and the road became wider and wider, but the pedestrians did walk less and less, but the clothes were indeed more and more gorgeous, but Han Xian still didn't care, and asked people all the way.

I plan to go to the dark with my intuition.

And all the fingers are pointing to the gate in front of them, and that's right, and my gut thinks so.

Han Xian stood quietly in front of the magnificent gate, his expression was very cold, the spear in his hand was inserted into the soil with all his might, the qi in his chest was condensed, and he shouted: "Hand over the gun thief to Uncle Han Xian." ”

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