"Cow drink, cow drink, tea is not drunk like this, waste, waste. ”

Wang Sanxiang is about fifty years old, and has no children under his knees, so it has become a great pleasure for him to come out every day to talk to Twelve, and when he sees that Twelve does not answer, he pours a sip of tea into his mouth with a teapot and vomits.

"Good tea, good tea. ”

Su San left Hongdong County and came to the front of the street. Wang Sanxiang praised with satisfaction, and then hummed a little song to herself, and closed her eyes on the rocking chair and shook it.

Floating life is like a dream, and the world knows geometry.

"Boom, boom. "When the sky was cloudless and the sun was fine, thunder sounded out of thin air.

Wang Sanxiang, who was lying on a rocking chair enjoying his afternoon leisure, was awakened, his hands trembled, and the teapot that had been used for more than ten years was almost broken.

"It's really going to rain, hey, what about Twelve?" When Wang Sanxiang sat up, he found that Twelve on the side didn't know where to go.

The thunder grew louder and louder, "Boom, boom." "First faintly, in the distance, behind the clouds, and then the thunder near, the black clouds gathered, and the wind rose.

A good sunny day is already full of wind and rain in the blink of an eye.

"Where are you going so busy, sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving," Wang Sanxiang looked at Second Aunt Li who was hurrying home, and quipped.

"Hey, I don't have time to chat with you, I just washed my clothes this morning, this ghost weather. Aunt Li said as she turned from walking to trotting.

Suddenly there was a loud bang in the thunder in the sky, and it stretched for a long time like a fine vintage, and the noise of the whole world seemed to be unable to hide it.

The old monk of Lanruo Temple was beating the wooden fish in front of the small wooden table, sitting on his daily homework as usual, the table was very small, and the huge wooden fish was placed on it, and people couldn't help but worry that it would crush it.

The old monk knocked on the wooden fish very strangely, a small stick that was not gold or iron, about the length of a teenager's forearm, as thin as a finger. Chen Lanruo was blowing the wind under the black clouds at the entrance of the temple without a door, and her two big eyes were staring at the palm-sized bell on the door frame.

"Boom!" a flash of lightning was followed by a blast of thunder.

If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes and hearing it with his own ears, Chen Lanruo would never have believed that the bell like a small bell would make such a loud sound, and I don't know when the old monk stopped chanting the scriptures, and stood with Chen Lanruo, looking at the boundless sky and clouds that pressed the city, and looking at the bell-like ancient bell.

"Silent, silent. It hasn't been a sound for thousands of years, and now why is it ringing? The old monk touched the ancient bell lightly with his hand and said.

"Wow!" the bell that answered him was still ringing, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and resounding through the North Mountain.

The thunder became louder and louder, deafening, it seemed that every corner of the Zhongzhou Continent was filled with rumbling thunder, and some cultivators who were not strong in their hearts would even tremble, and the people in the world were even more terrified to burn incense and worship the Tao, praying that heaven and earth would not bring disasters.

On the top of the North Mountain, the whole cloud layer presents a strange golden, it is not the color of the clouds, it is not the color of the sky, it is thunder, it is the color of the golden thunder that few people in the world see, and it is also a piece of golden thunder, as if the golden thunder since ancient times was released by the Emperor of Heaven on this day.

On the top of the North Mountain, the wind rises, and the golden clouds gather.

Those boulders that were sitting or lying down seemed to be like warriors waiting for Ge, and they were suddenly aroused by something, and they all stood up one after another, pointing to the sky, and the scene was like an ancient unknown ritual, serious and tragic.

In the middle of the stone forest that pointed to the sky, there was actually another person, a person who knelt and bowed, a person who was called a madman by the people in Bei'an Town, a person who drank a bowl of osmanthus tea from Wang Sanxiang, and a person named Twelve.

Under the strange weather, every family is closed, if it is a person, why not be afraid of the golden thunder in the sky, if it is not a person, why do you have hands, eyes, mouth and nose.

Another thunder, another bell, and then inexplicably another heartbeat, a heartbeat, bang bang ~ bang bang ~ a low and powerful and a little bloodthirsty heartbeat, and the heartbeat of the bell and thunder sounded faintly between heaven and earth.

It seems to be the stone, the top of the North Mountain, the diamond-shaped stone that has been quiet for a thousand years.

At last it began to rain, and it seemed that some immortal had made a joke and moved the whole river to the sky, and then sprinkled the river water, which must be the case, otherwise there would be no whole rain.

"Old monk, it's raining so hard. It turned out that Chen Lanruo, who had a single eyelid, would take the initiative to speak.

"Xiao Lanruo, it's raining so hard. The old monk repeated in the same tone.

On the top of the North Mountain, there was no rain under the golden cloud, yes, it was not a cloud, it was thunder, how could there be rain under the thunder.

Finally, Jin Yun, who looked harmless to humans and animals and a little demonic, couldn't help it, like a beauty behind the door curtain, slowly stretched out a slender and thin finger, and picked up the looming door curtain, like a teasing and like a temptation, slowly, gently, that beautiful finger was about to point to the body of the boulder, and it seemed that they could see the naughty upturned arc of the corner of the beauty's mouth, but a bigger boulder jumped out of nowhere, rudely blocking the beautiful finger.

Even if it knew that it would be shattered, even if it knew that it might be cultivated into a human form in a few thousand years, even if it knew that it had avoided the disaster of the fairy sword splitting the mountain, even if it knew that it might not make any sense to do so, it still blocked that finger.

It also began to rain on the top of the North Mountain, not the rain of rain, but the rain of powdered stones, and the tragic rain that knew that it could not be done.

The beauty seems to be enraged, ten fingers like the wind, as if trying to play a song of the typhoon, in order to vent the anger of dissatisfaction, the thunder is more and more violent, the lightning of heaven and earth one by one slashed to the top of the north mountain, to be precise, it is to split to the quiet, it seems that it will never move the diamond-shaped boulder, each lightning will be blocked by a piece of flying boulder, the collision of lightning and boulder is terrifying, the dancing boulder forms an impermeable barrier around the diamond-shaped boulder, each boulder will always be crushed after colliding with lightning, turning into dust, but each boulder is still hovering around the golden diamond-shaped boulder, as if guarding something。

Just as the silence and sorrow of the beginning pointed to the sky, the twelve kneeling in the stone forest have been staring at the diamond-shaped boulder from beginning to end.

One stone after another around him turned into stone dust and floated down, and his hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes were covered with a layer of white stone dust, perhaps not white, after all, these stones would be like him in a thousand years, maybe they would be thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and then they would all have flesh and blood.

In this way, there was a stalemate for half a pillar of incense. The clouds were eerily silent, and the flying boulders seemed to be still.

(End of chapter)