If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the woodcutter, that is, Uncle Yiyuan, they wouldn't have twisted their necks because of this.

"Don't blame Master, he has a hard time. Although Yi Yuan was out of the master's sect, he was helping Lingtai Mountain all the time to speak: "The matter of the Shanhe Society should be related to my junior brother." ”

He barely pulled out a smile, the things of the past were like the tide of the old days, although the momentum was huge, but it seemed to have become an irrevocable past.

It's just that the guilt in my heart has not been reduced by half a point due to the passage of time, but has become more serious. Yi Yuan was thinking, Master Subodhi is the same. Only then did he not hesitate to venture into the map of the mountains and rivers.

It's to reduce the guilt in my heart, and it's also to see if the person is okay.

"This is a matter for your sect, and it stands to reason that I shouldn't be nosy. The swordsman paused, and then said: "But the world in the Mountains and Rivers Society is different from the Three Realms, and Su Bo has just arrived in the early days, so it is still not appropriate to stay longer. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, the swordsman felt that there was something about Heavenly Court, and he still had to say hello to the people of Lingtai Mountain in advance: "During this time, you must be optimistic about the Mountains and Rivers Society, and Heavenly Court will send someone to snatch it at any time." ”

If you are not careful, you may be labeled as disrespectful and disrespectful, and you will not be able to wash it away if you really jump into the Yellow River.

Yi Yuan pursed his lips, he swore to himself that he would never return to Lingtai Mountain, and the affairs of Lingtai Mountain would no longer have anything to do with him. However, it is impossible for him to see with his own eyes that a good Samaritan has done a good deed and still be wronged. That's when he stepped forward to help them speak, and even so, it was the maximum he could.

"I'm not from Lingtai Mountain. Yi Yuan's voice was low, and his eyes didn't look at anyone, just staring at his own toes: "You should talk to them about this." ”

After leaving this sentence, Yi Yuan re-carried the firewood behind him. It is impossible to repent. Besides, he also likes such a leisurely life from the bottom of his heart, although sometimes he will face the embarrassment of eating the last meal without the next meal, but fortunately, he doesn't have to carry too much in his heart.

"Hey, you ......" The swordsman tried to stop him, but found that the other party had already walked away.

"We still don't want to wade through their troubled waters. The Bone Elves and Swordsmen stepped out of the crowd. This group of disciples listened to Uncle Yiyuan's words very much. This time, although their eyes were still full of defensiveness and suspicion, no one came out to stop them for any reason.

In the map of the mountains and rivers, the moonlight is cold, casting a faint glow on the continuous mountain tops. It's night, and there are few creatures around.

Subodhi's long-sleeved hands gently swept across the grass and trees on both sides of the mountain road, lingering on his fingertips with a moist breath unique to the night: "Wanyang, where are you?"

He tried his best to find this once lost disciple. Back then, it was a hoax from beginning to end.

He deceived Wan Yang, but he actually knew the truth, but for his own stubbornness, he forced Wan Yang away. Over the years, it's not an exaggeration to say that I can't sleep at night.

He lifted his shirt and walked to a pavilion. The pavilion is stopped, and the people are stopped. It's a great place to go tonight.

Jieyangjing, the only way to connect with the outside world. There has been a person guarding this well, staring intently at the mouth of the well, as if waiting for someone.

By the well, a half-dead dead tree, the only place that is still alive is that there is still a sporadic green on the highest branch.

Wan Yang leaned on the somewhat loose trunk, raised his neck from time to time, and held a small clay pot in his hand, "It seems that the old man is here." "Shanhe Shejitu just had a strong reaction, it should be someone from that world.

Whether it was An Ge or not, he didn't know, but the desperate hope in his heart made him feel uneasy. Thinking like this, the drunkenness in his eyes became even stronger, and he shook the clay pot in his hand slightly, and the contents were peach wine that he had brewed himself.

There is really no immutability in this world, and the only thing that counts as constant is the word "change".

Although peach wine is not as delicious as peaches that are picked in season, the flavor is rich and mellow for a long time. Since An Ge left, he didn't say anything, but he came here from time to time to watch the Jieyang Well. It's nothing more than hoping to see that familiar figure.

The peaches couldn't be put away, and he couldn't leave, so he simply brewed wine, but he didn't want to discover another flavor that he liked very much. It's just that, after all, there is less of the usual taste, but fortunately, there is still drunkenness to paralyze.

The special background of his life made him have to escape the suffering of this world. Even if you hide in a picture, it is better to live forever than to be treated coldly outside.

An Ge is his only confidant, but he is not the only one and only one of An Ge. That's why An Ge didn't care about it, but left him alone.

The peach wine was all drunk into his stomach, and the warm warmth swelled up, making Wanyang burp. It's okay, only a shadow is a shadow, and it's okay to be a lonely fang for self-appreciation.

In the morning light, the fog that had accumulated overnight rose, and in a soft and golden light, the world in the picture ushered in a new day.

It's just an ordinary day, but Wanyang Zhenren never imagined that the person who came last night would be the person he didn't want to see after so many years of escape.

In the small four-legged pavilion, an old man in a Taoist robe stood for a long time and stayed awake all night. Only the wind of the night, whining by, accompanied him.

Su Bodhi knew that Wan Yang must have known that someone was coming, but he didn't necessarily know that it was him. All he can do is wait here, and Wan Yang will come to the door.

The four-legged pavilion is located at the height of this mountain range, standing high, occupying the advantage of the terrain, and you can see far away.

Finally, a different color from the mountain scene broke into the field of vision.

As soon as the man saw a figure flickering in the quadrangular pavilion, he seemed to become very excited. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and walked into the pavilion: "Ange, you ......"

All the surging was frozen on one "you", and in the next second, Wan Yang wished that he had never been here. Every time he encounters things and people from the past, it's as if God is playing a huge joke on him, and he always has to uncover his scars.

His expression was gloomy: "Why are you?" Master, he couldn't call out the two words.

When Su Bodhi saw Wanyang's appearance, there was still a faint smell of wine all over his body, and it seemed that he had drunk wine all night. It can be seen that he has not had a good time over the years: "Have you drunk?"

It's obviously a very concerned tone, but I don't know why it came out of his mouth, and it completely changed its taste. When he vaguely returned to Lingtai Mountain, the master was asking his disciples, "Did you take something as a teacher?"

Wanyang Zhenren nodded slightly, but the amplitude was too small, if he didn't deliberately look at it, he was afraid that he would have been clubbed there like a piece of wood: "Bad heart, drink, talk about **." ”