Mo Tong's body passed through Bai Shou and Han Mei's bodies strangely, such a strange scene, Bai Shou and Han Mei were shocked, the two turned around suddenly, looked at Mo Tong's back in disbelief, followed two steps forward, but stopped gloomily;

Xiao Hanmei kept pulling Bai Shou's palm, and when she saw her stop, she also stopped, but she raised her head because of this, looking at her inexplicably, but Bai Shou was a little overwhelmed, thinking of Fang Cai's strange scene, as if one of them between their mother and daughter and Mo Tong was false;

"Xianggong! How so? ”

Bai Shou's unwilling questioning, and his grief-stricken voice made Mo Tong's heart tumble in pain;

"Father! Where are you going? Do you really want us anymore? Father! You're so sad for Mei'er! ”

Xiao Hanmei looked at Bai Shou, and then looked at Mo Tong, who didn't look back, and said in a trembling voice in a childish voice;

"White head! Hanmei! I'm sorry! I really want to stay and be with you, but unfortunately, for me, you are an obsession in my heart, an illusion created by the demons in my heart, you are not real! Perhaps, for you, I, am not true! ”

Mo Tong's voice came from afar, the lonely and desolate back, in Bai Shou's sad tearful eyes, gradually blurred in Xiao Hanmei's outstretched palm, the cold and indifferent voice, very clear, fell into Bai Shou's ears, so that she involuntarily pulled Han Mei to take a step;

"I don't know, I should be grateful to the heart demon calamity, so that I have a precious memory, I don't know, I should be addicted to a family of three, the joy of the countryside, why did I wake up, but everything has become a certainty, since I have woken up, then, forget the catastrophe!"

Mo Tong's figure stood still in front of the valley, facing the cliff, his eyes were indifferent and indifferent, there was a faint glare in the circulation, and there were characters in a trance, he thought motionlessly for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his right hand to Wanzhang Gufeng, and the voice of indifference sounded;

"Mental Illusion! Fiction and reality are half ginseng! Elephants are born from the heart! It's both true and false! In that case, Xuanlong Jade Pen! Come! ”

The lonely peak shrouded in rain and mist, with Mo Tong's low call, suddenly bloomed with immeasurable divine light, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and a white jade brush with a flow of light passed through the space in an instant, appeared on the edge of Mo Tong's palm, and was grasped by him in his hand, and the platinum brilliance flashed away;

"The sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers inkstone! Come! ”

Mo Tong summoned again, the black aperture, the black crescent, the black peaks, the black rivers, all bloomed with a vast white light, and the black lake as black as ink was still undisturbed, rippled, and after a burst of black and white light, everything in this place disappeared;

A gray-black inkstone, which is engraved with the image of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, floats in the air on the left hand of Mo Tong's outstretched hand, is taken by him with a palm and held it in his hand, with the palm retracted, it is held in front of his chest by Mo Tong, and the Xuanlong jade pen in his right hand follows, dipping some ink in the inkpool of the inkstone;

"Hidden Heavenly Master! People and teachers are in the same vein! Contemporary inheritors, forget your feelings! Today, in order to survive the catastrophe of the demons, I want to forget my fate, cut off my obsessions, and meet and realize in the magic realm of the heart, here I use the cliff wall as rice paper to engrave a love song, so as to make a clear will, strengthen the heart of the Dao, and stabilize the realm! ”

Mo Tong's heart moved, and his body immediately rose up, but in a few breaths, it turned into about three zhang, and his height was comparable to half the height of the cliff.

Not far behind Mo Tong, Bai Shou pulled Hanmei, the mother and daughter were hazy with tears, and couldn't help but be sad, looking at Mo Tong's body, it became incredibly taller and bigger, listening to Mo Tong's cold and indifferent recitation, the tears in his eyes were like beads with broken threads, surging out;

"The love flowers in the valley of despair are bitter

Several times of affection are tombs

May the fossil bridge be accompanied by a slight dew

Thousands of years of waiting for the Qing to move

Stay in the morning with the clear glow of the moon

Why Xiaoxiang and Xiang take care of each other

Cut off three thousand monastic paths

The heart guards the green light and tears leave the eyes

Obsession and entanglement are all ignored

Flowers go with the wind and abandon the trees

The bones are buried under the cliff of broken intestines

In the next life, I wish to be a tree in the stream

I don't understand how complicated the style is

actually sealed Dan's heart in the valley

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie Taoyuan household

Pure heart, few desires, and no worldliness

Affection and hatred have been around since ancient times

Prisoners are imprisoned in obsessive ways

Don't ask for a fairy solution****

Shaohua passed away and offered incense and candles

The remnant poems want to compose with you

However, it is the same but strange

The candle bones mourn and are boiled in wine

Only in the future you can read"

The Xuanlong jade pen with a blade like a sword, under the control of Mo Tong, carved lines of simple and sharp handwriting on this cliff, every stroke was like a knife and axe, piercing his heart, every word was accompanied by Mo Tong's blood and tears, staining his pale face;

"From now on, this valley will be called the Valley of Despair!"

Mo Tong moved his steps, muttered in his mouth, and wrote a line of small words at the end of the desperate song: In the valley of ruthlessness, forget the love!

"Poof!"

Under the surging thoughts, Mo Tong spurted out a mouthful of blood, imprinted on the sad handwriting;

"Xianggong!"

Bai Shou was sad, her heart was like ashes, looking at the sadness between the lines, she seemed to feel the pain in Mo Tong's heart;

"Father!"

Xiao Hanmei cried out, her voice was sad and trembling, and she could hear Bai Shou and Mo Tong at the same time, and at the same time felt a burst of worry;

"Goodbye! I, the one I love the most! ”

Mo Tong turned around and said indifferently, his eyes were full of blood and tears, like a ghost, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, extremely miserable, staggering steps, like duckweed in the wind, stumbling forward nine steps, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the Xuanlong jade pen in his right hand, and holding the sun, moon, mountains and rivers inkstone in his left hand;

"Heartless!"

The words engraved on the cliff, with Mo Tong's low drink, bloomed one by one, broke away from the shackles of the cliff, turned into simple and mysterious characters, and flew out of the air vividly, hovering around Mo Tong's body, and the flickering light in his heart reflected each other;

"Tribulation!"

For a time, the wind and clouds surged, the heavens and the earth changed color, and everything around them, except for the white head and the cold plum, began to distort, and between the green mountains and valleys, and the wooden tables and grassy houses, constantly changing back and forth, a little strange light, like listening to the sky full of stars, twinkled around them;

"Inner Demon!"

Mo Tong's blood-filled eyes looked at Bai Shou and Han Mei, his empty and ruthless voice, but he trembled uncontrollably;

"Ahh Messire! ”

Bai Shou exclaimed, his body involuntarily flew up in the air, and his frightened gaze rotated back and forth between Mo Tong and Han Mei;

"Father! Meier is scared! ”

Xiao Hanmei cried at Mo Tong, her little hand stretched out weakly, as if she wanted to grab something;

"Disillusionment!"

If you cut off your obsession, you can stabilize the calamity of the demons in your heart, but his current obsession is the mother and daughter in front of him, Mo Tong closed his eyes and let the blood and tears flow, and he already had an understanding of the next picture, so he couldn't bear to look at it again, because that kind of scene, no matter who it is, is too cruel. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info (To be continued.) )