Qingyue thought about it seriously and said, "It's even more difficult to find the Bauhinia Stubborn Stone now, looking for a needle in a haystack. ”

Yin Yang Zi glanced at Qingyue and said, "Why did Qingyue girl say this?" ”

After hearing this, Qingyue sneered and said, "Why do you say this? It seems that the Yin Yang Sect Master did ask a little knowingly. ”

Yin Yang Zi knew what Qing Yue wanted to say, but he had doubts in his heart, after all, those broken Bauhinia Stubborn Stones were scattered into the sea by Fei Yu, Yin Yang Zi paused, and said, "In this case, why does Qing Yue Girl still look for black qi?" ”

Qingyue smiled, Yu Ge took advantage of the situation to follow the pink butterfly around Fei Yu's back and rescued Yu Wu, but Yu Wu, who was labeled with a charm, was not so obedient, and even resisted a few times, and wanted to go in the direction of Qingyue several times.

Qingyue glanced at Yu Ge, and recited an unknown spell with a smile, Yu Wu began to move, and its attack was aggressive, although the aggression was not so big, but it didn't seem to be too small, the main thing was that people didn't dare to hurt her.

Yu Ge dodged one after another, she took a serious look at the charm on Yu Wu's body, and threw a red cut wrapped around Fei Yu's body, Fei Yu perfectly brushed over Yu Wu's body, but in a moment, the spell was knocked to the ground by the stones that Yu Ge randomly bounced from the ground, Yu Ge looked at the charm and twisted a fire to burn it out.

The current situation is that Fei Yu and Yu Wu are on Yu Ge's side, and at this moment, Tianxiang Burning Incense flew to the other end of Qingyue and fled.

A very white light pierced me, and everyone's eyes were pitch black, only the outside of the eyes was white.

The moss is slanting to the sun, the cold moon is frostless, and time manipulates autumn, winter, spring, and summer, all things, life, and spirits. The years have passed endlessly, but they are still constantly consumed, destroyed, and finally swallowed together.

An anonymous old Taoist leaned under the tree and took a nap, humming a little tune, although he was already old, but he was also content.

Just as the time arose, the hurricane struck, and the brown and yellow leaves drifted away with the wind, and then they settled on the ground, and then, the hurricane swirled in the twilight and yellow at will. The Taoist glanced slightly, leaving a slight slit, but he was still sleepy, careless, and slowly got up and stood. Holding the wine gourd, uncovering and drinking, sometimes crazy, sometimes sluggish, sometimes arrogant. Full of babbling and distractions. After a while, a cold light appeared, and then the danqing cloth belt that was originally bound to the white hair slipped off instantly, and the tips of the hair immediately fell and drooped, at this time it was already covered with black clouds, and the endless phantom night black in the sky corresponded to each other with the hairline, and the colors were extremely distinct, as if between heaven and earth, where the colors were intertwined, there were only black and white left.

Black, annex Danqing, annex everything.

Only white, white, scorching white, awesome white, frightening white, fearless white.

I've never seen a five-colored monster, and I thought that the essence jumped into a bright image of the beauty, wonderful! Not really.

Good karma and evil, let the paper draw a confused gourd hexagram, white, said to be right, so that the world people in private ridicule.

Coincidentally, I am contaminated with everything...... The sins of the black and the sins of the earth. I won't feel lonely or scared! Even evasion, repentance.

Qingyue watched the Taoist from the side, staring at him, until everything in the world stood still, until the Taoist discovered Qingyue, until everything became clear, clear, and clear.

Three meters away, drops of water under the old stone bridge facing west.

Drop by drop, drop by drop, dripping sound, bearing a grand groan, tick tock, like a shy girl singing, tick tock, soft shallow singing, swinging, soft shallow singing, in the secluded garden, even if the phantom night, there are fireflies accompanied. The girl clutched a string of small, delicate crescent-shaped antique rock pendants.

You can probably guess that in fact, the girl has a heart.

Singing over and over again, thinking over and over again.

What to think about? Thinking about the past, the one who becomes the remembrance.

The singing is rippling and the tune is leisurely, as if singing the beauty of the world and praising the original heart.

Blue Moon ...... Qingyue was fascinated by this, and couldn't help but think about it, and wanted to lean over to find out......

Phantom night, in the mirror.

The twilight is pale, the white dew is clear, and the secluded place is quiet, and a clear stream hits the face.

This is what comes to mind.

In a place called ...... In the ancient town of Qingyue, also known as the alley, there are two naughty children.

It seems to be a past event of a surprise attack in the other world. My business,...... Qingyue's business, the old Taoist's business, is also your business.

What is not clear, what is not clear.

Familiar, deep, sucking.

Qingyue vaguely felt that at that time, time was always so leisurely, and the sunset was heavy and layered, appearing and disappearing. As for the winter snowflakes, they came and went in a hurry, and the old trees at the old site were still lush and green, and there was not much change.

"No matter when and where, I will keep my promises." The words contained, and the young male voice gradually rose, "Qingyue,............ The sky is cold, but the fireflies shine together, tonight you and I only listen to the night wind blowing the flute, falling flowers and playing the piano. ”

Quiet at first.

"The flowers have been scattered and returned to dust, and they have long been irrelevant to the wind and moon." Qingyue Road.

"You, you have something on your mind." Old-fashioned.

The old Taoist said slowly.

I'm afraid that there is no one in this world who knows Qingyue better than the old Taoist.

"The long night of fireflies, thinking is in the distance." Qingyue Road.

Qingyue can only be vague, even if she is a thousand, a hundred are not willing.

"Old Taoist, after the fog penetrates the sky, I am no longer me, you ...... You're not you anymore. Qingyue said.

The old Taoist's expression was in a trance and melancholy.

"The vine grass crawls all over the autumn moon, and it will also spread to the other side of the universe. Do you believe it or not? "Old-fashioned.

At this time, the moon is soft and cold. The eyes of the two were facing each other, and the old Taoist smiled sweetly, Qingyue could see it surprisingly, and it could be seen from Qingyue's eyes that Qingyue's affection for the old Taoist.

Rest.

The two of them slowly moved their gaze to the distance, farther away, and let their thoughts drift from it.

The light, the moonlight, the light that pours down, contains the light of secrets.

Mang, is the star, it reflects the moonlight, reflects the eternity, but it is plain.

The stars and the moonlight are destined to be longer and longer than the years. But who knows what kind of life it will lead Qingyue and the old Taoist into it?

“…… Qingyue ............" end.

"Soon Xiaolou listened to the rain all night, the long night was long, the wind and rain were not mixed with indifference at all, it was still so hasty and urgent." Old-fashioned.

He was recalling.

The anonymous old man put down the gourd wine and said meaningfully: "Last night, the drizzle was slow, and the music was slightly remnant, so I sang a few times."

"That night, there was a lot of homesickness. At the highest point of the pavilion of the ancient tea horse, looking towards the southwest, it is the hometown in my heart, that land, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the people there continue to write everything for a thousand years. Suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and you appeared on the right side of the street, and I remember, at that time, my fingertips suddenly trembled. Looking at each other and laughing, she turned over and jumped into the sky, just on the hour above the huge full moon, a sassy figure, and the sword behind the moon refracted a light, the light that had been sleeping for too long, a bucket of turbid wine, a poem and song, and we spent the night like this. "Old-fashioned.

Qingyue left the sword to the old Taoist, meaning that the old Taoist would become a person, a person with a sword, the one who stopped between black and white. A true hero!

"The clouds will follow the wind, and you, the rock, are steadfast. Some people must carry something that ordinary people can't reach, whether it is life or death, heavy happiness or deep suffering. "Old-fashioned.

Qingyue was silent, the black and white faded, and at this moment, it was the original appearance.

The wind rises.

"Look at the withered flowers and leaves, flying everywhere, and recalling them along the memory, they are all fixed on the occasion of your original dream, and never go far. And now, boy, where are you now? Where are they going? "Old-fashioned.

"I'm sorry, I haven't officially introduced myself yet, I'm an anonymous old Taoist, an anonymous release, from the empty, to the empty, empty for a while, empty for a lifetime, empty for most of my life, what about you? Juvenile. ”

Qingyue whispered: "............ A veteran! The words were taken aback, and then the anonymous old Taoist looked up to the sky and laughed, at this time Qingyue was combing through everything that had happened that day, but his mind was white, he couldn't remember anything, his mind was deep white, swirling white, endless white.

Qingyue said slowly: "Looking into your eyes, it seems to mean to keep me, but your words have been shattered all over the ground."

The anonymous old man looked at the young man's conversation on the side, and stroked the stubble that had just emerged, looking high up and knowing everything.

"How can this make me care?" With that, Qingyue turned around and left.

Moaning, where did it come from, Qingyue didn't know. Moving forward, the sky was churning out clouds in the middle of the mountain and directly engulfing the surrounding fleeing yellow sand.

The soldiers who wear gold armor in a hundred battles do not break the ...... The oath that will never be repaid, Qingyue can't remember where it is, and that oath has been circling in her mind.

The arrow came out of the string, pierced the cold wind, and parody the dying hair.

The three-foot Qingfeng has killed many people who have not returned.

It's a nightmare, an endless nightmare.

"Flee in anger." Old-fashioned.

The rain was pouring and pouring.

The rain, wetting the blue moon, the green moon alone, in the rain. The back became smaller and smaller, step by step, and finally disappeared into the wind and rain.

Clear.

Walk into the mountains and forests, walk out of the mountains and forests, go down through the stream, and walk to a dilapidated and uninhabited old house. I couldn't help but step forward to rest.

The wooden door oozes fragrance, the fragrance after the rain.

At this time, Qingyue has an extremely delicate face under fair skin and messy hair. The expression is so calm.

The furnishing layout behind the wooden door is probably dozens of years old, because the material has been preserved so well. Passing through the hall gate, walking straight to the west, there is an old loquat tree in the center of the courtyard, and the deserted atmosphere makes Qingyue not look at it much. Walking through the courtyard, the dusty wooden bowls were neatly stacked on the earthen stove, she began to panic, and the poems in the hidden life of the mountain and the moon flashed, "light rice coarse tea, the furnace is bright in the cold", what kind of ...... is this A ...... that Qingyue can't describe.