Chapter 157: Mystery and Mystery (3)

"It's a feeling...... Right! Can't be wrong! ”

Bind Wunian's expression was solemn, this old man was unfathomable, with such a deep strength, but Bind Wunian didn't know that there was such a person in his ninth district, and he would take this opportunity to figure out this matter today, otherwise it might be a hidden danger that would explode at any time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There were more and more dark clouds in the sky, and the rain was even more noisy on the ground, so that Jian Wunian couldn't hear what the old man was saying at all!

In the distance, Fan Chou cursed while running: "****, if you say it's raining, it's raining, and your body is all wet!" ”

Fan Chou saw the car that was tied to Wunian, and when he leaned on the window and saw that there was no one, Fan Chou was so angry that he slapped it hard and ran to the pavilion.

"Bound Wunian, I'm rough for your uncle!"

"Fan Chou, I'm rough with you~ uncle!"

The cold and thoughtless voice sounded, and Fan Chou was stunned for a while, looking at the emptiness beside him, his heart instantly understood that the reason for the invisibility rune paper.

"Fan Chou, did the old man on the other side see it, just at that moment, the aura on his body was much stronger than mine, you don't know, he also used the plague spell that has long been lost"

Fan Chou leaned on the pillar and took out "expensive cigarettes, upstarts"

After igniting, he asked puzzledly: "I don't understand what you said, is this plague spell very powerful?" ”

Jian Wunian cleared his throat and said slowly: "This plague spell is not as simple as it seems, many people say that this plague spell is to drive away the plague, but in fact it is not, the ghost of the green plague in the east, the essence of rotten wood; The ghost of the southern red plague, the spirit of fire; The ghost of the blood plague of the West, the essence of evil gold; The ghost of the black plague in the north, the essence of the pond; The ghost of the central yellow plague, this was used to drive away evil ghosts in various places at that time, and now it has long been lost! This old man is not simple! ”

While Jian Wunian and Fan Chou were talking, the old man opposite them had already finished doing the Fa, and the three children bowed deeply to him and disappeared in front of their eyes in the rain.

However, the old man suddenly laughed and said: "The hourglass of time slowly eroded the future into memories, and when the wind and candle were in their last years, there was only the ocean of clear water full of memories, until it was lost in his hands, waiting to fall into endless darkness."

I want to raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and sing about wine, what is my life? The road of life is short and long, the red dust trivial matters are helpless, who can see through the red dust, who can cross the world, who can be happy with the enmity, why not walk their own way freely, no matter the ups and downs, no matter the wind and rain, the joys and sorrows of life are proudly expressed.

I didn't have time to erase the sadness of autumn, and the lonely snowflakes were beating at my desolation again. Maybe the years are too hurried, and decades of time are like arrows, and they have become a thing of the past in an instant. It's too late to say goodbye, I can't think about it, the road that has passed is long, and the road ahead is boundless......

Regret is a mentally draining emotion. Regret is a greater loss than a loss, a mistake greater than a mistake, so please don't regret it. ”

Fan Chou snorted and laughed, he felt that these words seemed to be said to the old man himself, and they seemed to be said to Jian Wunian.

The bondage that has lived for thousands of years is just like these few words, vicissitudes.

Jian Wunian was suddenly stunned, and the last sentence: Regret is a mentally draining emotion. Regret is a greater loss than a loss, a mistake greater than a mistake, so please don't regret it, it is clearly to say it to yourself.

Has this old man already discovered himself? If not, then why do you say this, this sentence can just show that Wu Nian's current mood will not be in the near future, he will have to make a choice on Jiang Guo, just like Jin Jianfeng said: How will you choose.

Jian Wunian slowly squatted down, holding his head, how do you choose! What kind of choice will not make you regret it!

The old man spoke again at this time, but this time, this voice directly made Jian Wunian have a splitting headache.

"After the vicissitudes of life, I know that life is the most precious; Looking down on the gains and losses, he understands that the pain is something external to the body. In addition to tears, it is time to wash away everything, and time is used to change feelings, and the longer the time, the lighter the conflict, like a diluted tea. ”

The old man flicked his fingers, and a golden light fell on Binding Wunian's body, and the invisible Binding Wunian instantly changed back to its original form.

Fan Chou was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "Old binding, why aren't you invisible?" So the old man hasn't left yet? ”

Holding his head and holding his head, he was also stunned, so he quickly stood up and looked behind him, and the old man was gone.

"Fan Chou, where is the old man?"

Fan Chou looked back, hey, the old man was still here just now, why did he suddenly disappear.

Jian Wunian understood, this old man had actually discovered himself for the first time, and now he had directly exposed himself.

This makes Jian Wunian sure that these few words are said to himself, but why did this strange old man do this, he doesn't seem to know him, and he still wants to find this old man, who has just taken the first step, and finds that his eyes are blurry, just like entering a pasty world, with limited mobility and limited vision.

When Jian Wunian took a step back, he found that his movements began to be smooth, and his expression was dignified, and this strength had far exceeded his heyday.

"Could it be...... Someone who is older than me? ”

Since you can't figure it out, then don't think about it, the old man doesn't want to see himself, so he can't get in no matter how he breaks in, so it's better to come back tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Jian Wunian said hello to Fan Chou and took the lead in the direction of the car.

On the way home, Fan Chou explained many times that he had something to do and wanted to go to Yunnan, but he was all refused, because he understood that there was still one thing to deal with, and when he finished dealing with this matter, he accompanied Fan Chou to Yunnan together.

Although Fan Chou was reluctant in his heart, but he said so, it was not easy to refuse anything.

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At this time, the woods were too quiet, and the original sound of the wind and cicadas seemed to have disappeared, and only a few bird whimpers diffused from time to time in the empty air with the smell of blood, which seemed to be the last struggle of life, and seemed to be a cry for help before death. The clouds obscured the moon, and in the final brewing, the whole land was shrouded in darkness, and the original fangs and claws of the woods were soaked in a dead light, and they looked so weak. Suddenly, a ray of light shot through the night sky and was reflected in the pupils of a bird, and then the dark clouds slowly began to withdraw from the sky, revealing the moon little by little, tugging at people's hearts...... What is the moon...... Red, blood-soaked red......

The red moonlight shines through the shadows of the trees, reflecting light white spots on the black and inky ground.

The bleak woods on the side of the road, one by one, stand one by one, showing the wet marks of dew, reflecting the crimson of the moonlight.

The quiet and uninhabited road, silently exuding the taste of loneliness, the street lamp is probably short-circuited, from the yellow old lampshade from time to time flashes a faint light, the light is a little strange, a moment white, a moment yellow, always dim and matte.

It turned out to be a moth chasing the source of the lamp, constantly flapping on the lampshade, and its weak wings had the perseverance to never give up, following the light that might kill it, the light it could not give up.

The dew gradually intensified, and the damp and cold wind gradually spread out from the road, mercilessly wrapping away the little body temperature with the lonely cold and cold. (To be continued.) )