On the top of the fairy rock, the auspicious clouds shine brightly, and the fairy mist is fluttering. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A big bird with a red crown and flame tail slowly flew close from the clouds and mist, and landed outside the Tushi Palace, with long hair like a waterfall, a wide scarf, and a golden silk on his feet, and strode to the outside of the palace.

The fairy boy guarding the door leaned on the railing and slept soundly, snorting between his snorts, and the big bird turned into a human form smiled slightly, stepped into the open door to welcome guests, and said loudly, "Lao Jun, in response to yesterday's appointment, Feng Xing came to help the fire alchemy." ”

Tongbi Zhu Fei, heavy eaves Danying, glazed tiles under the phoenix waiting for the host to invite guests, for a long time did not hear the echo, the sleepy boy wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth and stumbled in, sleepy-eyed, "Daozun instructed, the immortal does not have to pass through, just invite in." ”

Feng Xing raised his hand and patted the top of the boy's forehead, "Go to sleep," the boy retreated with shame, Feng Xing's sleeves were blowing, his robe swept over the white jade railing, and he walked up the stairs to enter the towering high gate, only to see Taishang Laojun sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes closed, and his mouth was full of words, and his voice was low and dense, which made people not hear it really.

Feng Xing didn't bother, he sat down nearby, supported his cheeks, and looked around the hall casually.

The flames in the gossip furnace gathered, the gourd pill bottle on the furnace flew in order, the long case placed a three-legged copper tripod, and the thick incense smoke in the ding was curling, and the cloud silk that slipped into the hall was entangled.

Feng Xing was looking at the copper tripod in a daze, Taishang Laojun put down his arm and rested on his knees, and said slowly, "The variables of the Three Realms and Five Elements will be born." ”

Feng Xing retracted his gaze and asked sideways, "What is the variable?" ”

"Change is unpredictable," Lao Jun has always been calm, but at this moment, there is a little melancholy between his eyebrows, "Unpredictable means nowhere to deduce." ”

Feng Xing was surprised in his heart, Taoism to follow the heaven and earth should be all things for the purpose, to deduce the evolution of the trend as the norm, Lao Jun is the ancestor of Taoism, there is an unknown and unpredictable saying, "The universe is like a chessboard, the three realms and five elements are chess pieces, the movement is changing, the change is a degree of advance and retreat, and the Pharaoh of advance and retreat can be clear?" ”

"The chessboard is turbulent, so why not advance or retreat." Lao Jun got up and said angrily, his eyes swept over Fengxing, fell outside the hall, and became more and more erratic, "The way to hold the present is to control the present, to know the beginning of the past, is the Tao discipline." ”

Feng Xing sat stiffly, his face surprised and inexplicable.

As soon as the chessboard moves, the chess game is subverted in an instant-the universe is turbulent, can the Three Realms and Five Elements have a way to live?

But the universe is vain, boundless, traceable to the origin, but a title, such as a cage of prisoners, shackles of closed doors, vessels and dead things, how can there be spirituality?

Lao Jun seemed to have penetrated his doubts, raised his hand and reached out, and the hovering auspicious cloud gourd fell into his palm, bent down and put it in front of Feng Xing's eyes, "The things in the world are born from being, and some are born from nothing." ”

Feng Xing bent his knees and got up, stood opposite Lao Jun, bowed his waist, and bowed his head, "What Lao Jun said is the flow of interpretation, if you use the Buddha theory, how can you explain it?" ”

"One stone and one tree can still give birth to a soul, and so can the universe. Just because you and I are all in the belly of the universe, like a frog at the bottom of a well sitting in a well watching the sky, I am just sleepy for a while. ”

Lao Jun let go of his five fingers, let the Dan bottle fly away, turned around and walked outside the hall, looking at the distant mountains and clouds, the stars were hidden in them, shining.

In the hall, Feng Xing stood in shock, and his blood faded.

Heaven outside the sky, immortals on immortals, why are the gods?

In the middle of March, the moon should have been in the sky, dotted with stars, but tonight・・・・・・ Di Ying looked up at the night sky, deep as ink, no light, thick clouds covered the moon disk, a few stars also converged the brilliance, silent.

This is not a good omen.

Di Ying lowered his head and stared at the closed door a few steps away, the oily lanterns under the eaves flickered, the dim candlelight made the bluestone floor dim, and the screams continued to drill out of the cracks in the door, and the anxiety between the resolute eyebrows could not be hidden.

Clenched his fists back and forth several times, large beads of sweat squeezed out on his wide forehead, as frequent as rain, there was still no good news in the house, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't wait to kick the door open immediately and see the situation with his own eyes.

With a long soft sound, the door opened a crack, and out of it came a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, holding a wooden basin around her waist, and hurriedly jumped down the steps. Did Madame give birth? ”

The girl was startled, the basin full of blood was really heavy, and she almost spilled it on Di Ying in a panic, and took a few steps back, Fang said in a trembling voice, "Master, the slave and maid are changing water in the outer room, and they are not allowed to enter the inner room." ”

The water surface rose and fell, the blood was dazzling, and Di Ying's heart was beating, and an irritability burned in his chest, and he waved his hand, "Go quickly." ”

As if the girl had been pardoned, she curtsied her knees, and then hurried away, and in the blink of an eye it was dark.

Di Yingyu wandered outside the door and waited, like a prisoner waiting to be executed in the execution ground, happy or sad, just about a knife in the neck.

He is a dignified general of Pingsha, a prince and marquis, concubines in the palace are like forests, and there are countless concubines and concubines.

Fortunately, God is merciful, regardless of his early years of fighting on the battlefield and killing too heavy a crime, last year, the main room You Liang was finally pregnant with a second child, the husband and wife were originally cold and respectful to each other relatively speechless, because this unborn child, although it is not as good as rebuilding the old good, but also hand in hand, carefully care for the fetus in the womb, at this moment, You Liang is suffering from the pain of the abdomen in the house, how can he not suffer from the heartburn in the hospital?

"Brother Ying—"

Suddenly there was a scream like a tearing cloth from inside the door, like a thunderbolt splitting down, which made Di Ying tremble, and his limbs trembled.

At the age of seventeen, he left his wife and children behind and went to the battlefield, for many years, drinking blood, eating raw meat, using white bones as halberds, and human skin as clothing, from a young boy who escaped from debts and escaped from his home to a general who held great power with white bones on the soles of his feet, he had never been so afraid.

It's not that the anxiety of being a father anymore, Di Ying knows it very well, but that You Liang's scream is too terrifying, like a ghost's scream, like the woman's wail before she died seventeen years ago.

Di Ying really didn't want to remember that scene, but the memory still rolled in like a wave.

The two armies faced each other, with countless casualties, in addition to the soldiers in armor, there were also homeless people running around.

It was a withered woman, with a sleazed complexion and a bony skelet, so old that she could not tell her age, and her two arms as thin as sticks of fire clung to her bulging belly, and she followed the end of the fleeing procession with a bumpy step, occasionally quickening her pace so that she would not be left alone.

The defeated generals are in need of a desperate anger to vent, and in the troubled years, the camp prostitutes are rarer than the delicacies, and the soldiers are more terrible than the horses, and even the people are cautious, but they cannot escape their gaze.

"Rabbit passing—" The sharp-eyed jackal shouted, and then the wolves echoed.

"There's meat to eat—"

"Catch the rabbit—"

The halberds of the day-slashing enemy army were redirected at the innocent people, and the starvation-emaciated twin strands tried to outrun the sturdy horses, and after a playful chase, few escaped, and the woman fell into the wolf's claws as a matter of course.

Maybe she was so thin that she was only a skeleton and a decayed human skin, maybe her sloppy posture was mediocre and interesting, maybe it was her high bulging belly that awakened the only remaining kindness of the jackals, in short, she was saved from being pulled into the tent.

She hid in the old and weak and shivered, in the night with a pair of timid eyes cautiously probed the camp tent, then twenty-four-year-old Di Ying was standing outside the Chinese army tent, quietly watching his subordinates enjoy this rare feast, the war was protracted, the people fled, died, it has not been so lively for a long time.

It is not luck to become the right-hand man of the lord at a young age, in addition to courage and wisdom, there is also a different cleverness from ordinary people.

The woman's gaze was not long wandering, and he noticed that the mountain of corpses behind him made his heart like a rock, and at a casual command, the woman was exposed to the bright torches, surrounded by ill-intentioned soldiers, led by Di Ying, laughing, scolding, kicking, punching and kicking, playing with wanton, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the woman was dying and curled up on the ground, motionless.

In the meantime, although Di Ying did not do it himself, he also watched coldly.

The woman's behavior of probing the camp tent made him have to be vigilant, and he would rather kill by mistake than let go, which is his motto in life.

Even if she is meticulous, the possibility is very small.

At last, a young soldier of fifteen or sixteen raised his long knife, and inadvertently in his hand, the knife fell and plunged straight into the woman's blistered stomach, and the blood splattered like a spring, and Di Ying could not stop it, and was nailed to the spot by the woman's screams.

So miserable, so desperate, Di Ying didn't even dare to look at her pale face anymore, withered fingers supporting her belly, and her floppy mouth struggling to be exaggerated, but he didn't know that it was his hallucination, as if mixed with a trace of immature muttering in the woman's continuous exclamations.

The strange sound was more terrifying than the sudden trumpets of the enemy army in the morning mist, even if it was the cry of the evil spirits who had been slaughtered in the eighteenth layer of swords, axes, and hells.

The noisy camp fell silent as never before in the woman's elongated voice, until she was transformed into a real corpse, and the blood on the faces of the assembled soldiers, especially the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, had not yet recovered.

What happened to the teenagers?

Di Ying couldn't remember, shook his head vigorously, tried to break free from the memory, woke up, and suddenly found a terrible situation.