When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year is in the heavenly palace?

What year is it?

Tang Bai was silent.

Habits are actually terrible, like a mold that molds a person's character.

Tang Bai worked hard to integrate himself into this strange world, but Hu Du was like a shadow, all the time.

He's just a passerby.

The bright moon hangs high, the silver light is everywhere, the stars are twinkling, and it has been seven years in the blink of an eye.

Time is like a roulette wheel, turning over and over again.

Tang Bai heard someone say: "Time is still, like the scenery in front of the train window, speeding by, passing by, but his own gaze." "Sitting alone in front of the window, looking up at the starry sky, my heart was at a loss, and the fire of the oil lamp could not illuminate the direction of the future. Suddenly, there was a sound of swords clanging in the distance, and then someone shouted, "Catch the thief", and then one torch after another lit up, like a fire dragon lying in the Tang Mansion.

Tang Bai is not the first time to see this kind of scene, over the years, there are always people from the rivers and lakes who break into the Tang Mansion to find a scripture called "Lotus Sutra", which is said to be a fairy book for cultivating and becoming immortals.

Is there really a fairy scripture in this world? Immortals, how many distant legends.

A fire was lit on the side of the ancestral hall, and the light of the fire lit up half of the sky, as if it was about to burn the whole sky red, and the noise of the announcement came from far and near, and some people rushed towards it.

Tang Bai opened the wardrobe next to the bed, took out an inch-long dagger from a small dark red wooden box, and hid it in his sleeve.

In this world, there are no laws, no constraints, no sense of security!

A black shadow jumped in from the window, closed the window with his hand, held a big knife in his hand, his eyes were like cold electricity, he glanced at Tang Bai vigilantly, and then glanced around, and saw that there was only one child like Tang Bai in the room, so he relaxed slightly.

Liu Sixi, ordinary name, ordinary appearance, even if this kind of person is thrown on the street, others will not take a second look, let alone remember his name. But Tang Bai knew it, because he was a servant of the Tang family, responsible for cleaning the ancestral hall, and he had always been cautious and didn't even dare to speak loudly.

Tang Bai always thought he was an honest man, but he was not honest at all.

Liu Sixi seemed to be a different person, his body was stained with blood, his face was hideous, and he said to Tang Bai in a vicious voice: "Little master, lie down on the bed obediently, otherwise。。。。。。 As he spoke, he shook the broadsword in his hand.

Tang Bai nodded fearfully, walked to the bed, and lay down in his clothes.

Liu Sixi waved his hand, the oil lamp shook for a moment, and finally extinguished the fire, and the room instantly darkened.

Liu Sixi's body moved, and he hid under the bed, and the big knife in his hand passed through the bed board, just against Tang Bai's back, and said fiercely, "Little master, don't talk nonsense, you know!"

Tang Bai's voice trembled a little, and he whispered, "I know." ”

The room became very silent, but the noise of the noise and the clinking of swords outside the house did not disappear. How many people will die this time, Tang Bai didn't know, but he felt the threat of death.

After a while, Tang Xingjun's voice sounded outside the door, and he said softly, "Xiaobai, are you sleeping?" Seeing that there was no response in the house, Tang Xingjun pushed open the door, looked vigilantly into the house, carefully approached the bed, and by the moonlight, looked at the sleeping Tang Bai, breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked out slowly, and gently closed the door.

The footsteps gradually faded away, Liu Sixi got out from under the bed, and was about to speak, but he couldn't hold back the strong pressure of the injury anymore, his body trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his face was instantly pale as paper, and before he could stabilize his mind, a young figure suddenly jumped up from the bed, pounced, and then his heart ached, Liu Sixi instantly understood that he had underestimated this little young master who had grown up since he was a child.

At this time, Tang Bai did not have the slightest fear on his face, and his eyes like jewels were surprisingly calm.

Liu Sixi took a deep breath, forced a breath, and slapped Tang Bai with one palm.

Tang Bai had already prepared, and the moment he succeeded, he had already let go of the dagger, slippery like a loach, bent down and drilled through Liu Sixi's crotch, and ran to the door.

Liu Sixi was unwilling, covered his heart with his hand, and wanted to speak, but he felt that it was very difficult to breathe, the blood on his hand turned black, and the wound was numb and oxygen, only to know that the dagger was poisonous, he opened his mouth angrily, and then fell to the ground unwillingly.

Tang Bai stood motionless at the door, staring closely at Liu Sixi who fell to the ground, making sure that the body was not struggling, so he sat on the ground and gasped for air.

This was the first time he had killed someone, and the split-second assassination had used up all his strength, and he didn't feel anything when he made a move, but at this time, he couldn't help but tremble, his heart was beating badly, and he couldn't calm the panic by any means, and he even wanted to vomit when he smelled the slightly pungent smell of blood.

I don't know how long later, a thunderclap sounded, and the room suddenly turned silvery white, Tang Bai shivered, as if he had woken up from a dream, and then gritted his teeth and stood up, and slowly walked towards the corpse.

Liu Sixi's body was already cold, but his face was hideous, his eyes were wide open, and his face was pale and terrifying. Tang Bai was scared for no reason, he didn't know what he was afraid of.

He pulled out the dagger and carefully put it in the small box in the wardrobe, wanting to take Liu Sixi's big knife away, but found that he was holding the handle of the knife tightly, as if he had become one, and he couldn't take it down, so he had to drag someone with a knife and drag it out of the door.

After all, it is a child's body, even if it has been exercising continuously for two years, its strength is not as good as that of an adult.

It took nine years of two tigers to drag the body to the courtyard, only to find that it was raining at some point, the fire in the ancestral hall had been extinguished, and the Tang Mansion had become very quiet.

It was a timely rain that would wash away the traces of Tang Bai's body, and he didn't need to bury it, because this was not the only corpse left in Tang's house.

The rain became heavier and heavier, as if to wash away the guilt in Tang Bai's heart. He stood in the rain, feeling the coldness of the rain, and his heart slowly recovered his calmness and began to calm down.

It's a different world, a world without constraints.

When he returned to the room, he lit the oil lamp and covered it with green gauze, the light dimmed a lot, but a long blood stain on the ground was clearly visible. Tang Bai changed his clothes, wiped the blood stains in the house with bloody clothes, and found a book in the corner of the door, the book had been stained red with blood, but the cover was written with three big characters of "Lotus Sutra".

Tang Bai's originally calm heart jumped wildly again.

The legendary Immortal Sutra appeared in front of his eyes like this, and for a while, he was a little overwhelmed. Is there really an immortal in this world? In his past and present lives, a magical encounter subverted his previous cognition.

Becoming an immortal cultivator, jumping out of the red dust, jumping out of reincarnation, jumping out of fate, the ethereal legend seems to be real.

I still remember the old Taoist priest by the Shuangjiang Bridge, who seemed to say in his ear: "There is a trajectory in the development of all things, and the fate of people is the same." There was already a rooster crowing outside the house, the sky was already bright, and he didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy, he opened the window, let the cold wind into the house, calmed his mood, and carefully opened the book. Only to find that there was no text in the book, and the pages were all yellowed white paper.

This is a false scripture, and when Liu Sixi stole the scripture book, he didn't have time to read it carefully.

Laughter is accompanied by loss, reality shatters the illusion in his heart, how can there be immortals in the world?

Where there is hope, there is disappointment.

The rain stopped, the servants in the house had already gotten up and were busy, it was a new day, and it wouldn't be long before the maid Xiaoning would come to wake him up and go to the martial arts field to practice. Close the window, wrap the bloody clothes and fake scriptures, put them in the secret compartment of the wardrobe, and then lie on the bed, with his eyes closed, his mind full of the shadow of Liu Sixi's death; Tang Bai fixed his eyes and saw that it was Liu Sixi who died in his hands, only to see that he was covered in blood, holding a big knife in his hand, and the bright and dignified knife light was slashing towards him; Tang Bai was frightened and frightened, he ran away, ran and ran and suddenly flew up, flew over the mountains, rivers and seas, passed through the layers of clouds, and suddenly lit up in front of him, looking at the golden light, thousands of rui qi, white mist rising, not far away, the huge pai door towered, the jade pillar on both sides, the dragon was entangled, the dragon scales were shining in the sun, and the red beard was like fire; the colorful phoenix on the beam was auspicious, mighty and peaceful; The three big characters of 'Nantianmen' are flashing with golden light, and the atmosphere is magnificent; look inside, there are countless palaces, and you can see the cornices carved walls, glazed treasures, and the golden walls are brilliant. Tang Bai was about to take a closer look, and saw a gold-armored giant walking towards him, as tall as ten zhang, with a golden armor and a long halberd in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Where did the little ghost come from, dare to break into the heavens." After speaking, with a wave of the halberd in his hand, the sky was split in half, and a bottomless abyss appeared, devouring all the light, Tang Bai involuntarily fell into the abyss, like a huge monster about to devour him in one bite. He was terrified in his heart, desperately struggling, but he couldn't fly out of the dark abyss, I don't know how long it took, as if someone was calling in a distant place, gently calling his name, he tried to open his eyes, and a childish pretty face appeared in front of him, looking at himself with concern, it was the maid Xiao Ning who served him.

It turned out to be a dream.

"Little young master, get up quickly, today Madame is going to the Lotus Temple to burn incense, you must accompany you. ”

Tang Bai shook his head, and found that he was lightheaded, as if he weighed a thousand pounds, and his head ached like a pinprick, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was hoarse and uncomfortable, his throat was like fire, and he had no strength in soft cotton;