Su Shijun and the box on his table. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A dark box, and a pale hand.

Black and white, the simplest and most primitive colors in the world.

Because of its simplicity, anyone can distinguish the most primitive, which means that it may become more colorful.

Lin Xinzong looked at the box, the box was too broken, and it was too ugly, he really didn't like such ugly things, because he liked perfection.

But from the box in front of him, I saw his hand on the box, and when I looked over his hand, I saw his person.

His body was extremely thin, looking like a withered bamboo swaying in the wind, and his black hair was tied in a bun and tied to his head by a wooden hairpin.

Single eyelids, high nose bridge, and ordinary facial features are piled up.

At first glance, it is the kind of ordinary people who can see it when they walk on the street, and when they turn around, they forget it, and they can no longer remember what they look like.

Lin Xinzong's gaze should have swept over Su Shijun quickly, but in the end, his gaze stayed on him.

He made a gesture to stop Xiao Er, who was coming up, and walked over unhurriedly, walked to the opposite of Su Shijun and sat down.

Su Shijun glanced at him suspiciously, a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

The chopsticks in his hand did not stop, holding the chopsticks in his left hand, a mouthful of food, a mouthful of wine, eating very slowly, drinking very slowly, but he did not stop to look at him again.

Lin Xinzong sat opposite him like this, didn't speak, and quietly watched him drink and eat.

Su Shijun neither looked up nor stopped.

He slowly drank the last two sips of wine in the flask, then put down his chopsticks, felt the searching eyes around him from time to time, smiled helplessly, stood up, and was about to go to the counter to book a room.

He really doesn't like to be watched when he drinks.

There are so many people in the inn today, but he is not afraid at all, because he knows that there are not many things in this world that cannot be bought with money, even if there is no vacant house, the shopkeeper will of course find him a house to live in order to make money.

Su Shijun didn't leave his seat, because Lin Xinzong looked at him, and suddenly smiled and said one or three words: "Su Shijun." ”

These three words, like a mantra, fixed his figure and his steps,

He sat back in his seat and asked, "How do you know my name?" ”

Su Shijun didn't know many people, even fewer people knew him, and the people who knew his name were naturally even rarer.

Lin Xinzong smiled slightly and said, "You should ask, what will I sit here?" ”

There was a peculiar charm on his face, and there was an indescribable calmness and calmness, as if Su Shijun should have asked as he said, let alone why.

So Su Shijun didn't hesitate for a moment, and said affirmatively: "I should know you." ”

Lin Xinzong was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and said calmly: "Since you know me, then invite me to a drink!" ”

He looked like a scoundrel at this time, but even if he was helpless, he still had a calm smile on his face, and he still looked like a handsome nobleman.

Su Shijun didn't speak, he had nothing to say, he had always been helpless in the face of thick-skinned people.

He didn't speak, but Lin Xinzong couldn't wait and asked, "Are you willing?" ”

Su Shijun looked at his box, and what was even more excessive was that he also bent the bone knuckle of his other hand and gently tapped it on the box, making a bouncing and slightly dull sound.

He tapped his fingers on the box, and the dull sound was so rhythmic that it sounded like a strange tune.

"It's a good song, but I don't know if it's a sword song or a sword song." Lin Xinzong laughed and said, "Do you still want to know, why do I know you and why I am sitting here?"

Su Shijun knocked his fingers on the box and stopped, looked at him, and after half a sound, his face was a little tired: "Yes." ”

Lin Xinzong looked at all the people who looked at him and said, "I am like the bright moon in the night, always attracting the attention of others, and you are like the stars next to the bright moon, only emitting the light of fireflies, hiding yourself in the dark." If it were possible, you wouldn't even emit this glimmer of fire. ”

Su Shijun found that this person like Haoyue knew him very well, and really knew him, not from others, let alone from others.

But no matter how much he looked at this person's appearance, he couldn't find this person's figure from his own memory, and he didn't have a little memory.

Lin Xinzong answered him, why he was sitting here, and next, there was another question that answered him, that is, why did he know him.

"Feel comfortable and comfortable, don't ask for anything else, don't need external objects, self-fulfillment, the demons are in the heart, the heaven and the earth are also imprisoned, once you get out of the cage, the demons are supremely free!"

Lin Xinzong read out this passage with an extremely pious expression.

In the eyes and ears of outsiders, the two people at this table were drinking and eating, and from time to time there were two chuckles, obviously chatting happily.

But in Su Xijun's eyes, the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and Lin Xinzong in front of him had turned into a black celestial golem with a height of 100 zhang, sitting on a black lotus platform, holding a flower seal on his eight arms, and a calm smile on his face.

The Heavenly Demon Statue spat out the truth, and every word was like thunder, resounding in his ears, like Lei Gong beating a drum, which shook his ears and made his heart even more restless.

Su Shijun heard the supreme mantra of the Demon Gate's Heart Demon Technique again, and a complicated emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

Seven years ago, he had heard about the Demon Gate's Heart Demon Technique, which was the supreme freedom he sought, so he threw himself into the Demon Gate and practiced the Heart Demon Technique to increase his cultivation.

The art of heart demons is cultivated by the mind, some people cultivate according to their minds, and some people cultivate against their minds.

But no matter whether you are obedient or disobedient, the people of the Demon Gate like to follow their hearts the most, if there is a grudge, they will revenge, where you don't care who you are, if you have kindness, you will pay it back, then it doesn't matter if you want it or not, you will continue to give it to you, and you can't take it if you don't take it.

This kind of cultivation that does not distinguish between good and evil, regardless of the world, everything is based on a few hearts, and does not ask about other people's hearts, is naturally twice the result of cultivation with half the effort, and in just four years, he has already achieved great cultivation.

But three years ago, an incident made him change his mind, because he already knew that although the Demon Gate Heart Demon Technique could get the current freedom, but regardless of the world, regardless of morality, would eventually block his future path.

"Don't you know, who the old man is?"

The Heavenly Golem spoke, and his voice ran through his mind.

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