Bo Long was a little confused, facing an unknown fate, he felt for the first time that he was so powerless as a human being. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He has a sword, a sword that kills, and if someone disrespects him, he can give him iron, give him blood, but what can he give to fate? If fate is destined for him to meet his doomed doom, which side should he swing his sword towards?

Swing your sword and slash the air, the air will not shatter, it can only be broken by yourself.

He was silent for a moment, and asked in a hoarse and confused voice, "Dare to ask Dao Chang, is there any other way to crack it?" I really can't leave these many brothers, to put it arrogantly, if there is no so, I'm afraid they will have a miserable life! ”

The Taoist priest laughed, he first smiled slightly, and then laughed loudly, as if mocking Bo Long's innocence: "Zhuangshi, this Heavenly Dao cycle, the destiny of heaven returns, where is there any room for bargaining?" If you have an immortal fate, you can either continue to walk and enjoy a moment of glory and then be defeated and ruined, or you will follow the poor path into the mountains to practice, and you will have a time to become an immortal in the future! ”

Bronn was silent for a long time, he was a little uncertain. On the one hand, it is a rare fairy fate, he heard such a story when he was a child, the immortals descended to the mortal to turn into laypeople, if it is the organic fate, they will follow the immortals into the mountains to cultivate, and in the future, they will be beyond the five elements, not in the Three Realms of the free immortals, if they are obsessed, I am afraid that they can only continue to struggle in this reincarnation.

It may seem like an easy choice.

On the one hand, there is the blessing of the immortals, at ease, and on the other hand, the drag and inevitable demise of the brothers, where will it be difficult to choose?

Although the smiles of the brothers are very heartwarming, who wants to die with them?

He is Bolong, who has been messing around in the rivers and lakes since he was eighteen years old, and only knows how to save his life!

It's just that why is there still a trace of unwillingness in this heart?

After being silent for a long time, Bo Long took a deep breath and smiled: "The Taoist chief has a good intention, but I really can't let go of these brothers, if there is a day when we meet again in the future, I will confess to the Taoist chief when the time comes, so, don't leave." ”

Even if it is the immortal immortal blessing that is enjoyed forever, it is not as good as living and dying with your brothers!

He thinks he's stupid, but he's cute.

"Idiot, idiot!" The Taoist priest sighed twice, and left suddenly, so fast that Bolong couldn't see his trace at all.

Bolong woke up suddenly, but found that he was asleep on the word measuring booth, the two long flags were still there, but the Taoist priest was gone.

Was it a dream, or was there really a Taoist priest trying to enlighten himself?

He didn't know.

Bolong stood up, it was already dark, he looked around, and did not find anything left by the Taoist priest, perhaps because he felt that he was not worthy of cultivation, and the Taoist priest left angrily.

He looked up at the sky, squinted and counted the stars, and found that the night sky was still the same night sky, but he was no longer the same person he used to be.

Perhaps, maybe the Taoist priest does not exist at all, or maybe his fortune-telling is not accurate, and even if it is really accurate, he is willing to sing songs with his brothers and go to death together.

One world, two brothers, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, let's go to death together.

Bolong walked back to the inn, he had no fun shopping, and most of the stalls around him had been closed. It's a small town, and the inn is not far ahead. The inn is three floors high, the eaves are upturned, several lanterns are hung on both sides, the left is "the eight directions come to the guests", the right is "the four seas are quiet", the middle is the "Qingyuan Inn" four words, and the door is open below. The doors of inns are generally not fully open, and the same is true today, only about half of them are open, and the rest are blocked by the top door, leaving only about seven feet of the door for customers to enter and exit.

Before he reached the door, he heard a noise inside, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that Tietou and Hu Cheng were already anxiously waiting outside the door.

"What happened? Didn't you let you guard Husband Wei well? He is the foundation of our brother's wealth right now, and nothing can happen! Although a sense of absurdity rose in his heart when he spoke of "wealth", Bolong still asked anxiously.

Although he doesn't care too much about wealth and wealth, he has to have a home for his brothers!

"Big brother, Husband Wei is watching a crazy monk, you don't have to worry, I'll tell you, something big has happened!" The iron head shouted anxiously, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't say it, don't say it, go in and talk about it!" Bo Long subconsciously looked left and right, and found no anomalous characters, but he still cautiously let the two of them follow him into the store before talking.

Bolong walked into the store, the inn had been chartered, and it was densely packed with his brothers, although these people were also a little confused and afraid, but it still made him feel a little relaxed in his heart, after all, he was completely safe here.

"What the hell is going on?" Seeing that there were no outsiders, Bolong asked.

"Big brother, just when you were leaving, someone came, and he brought news from the Ministry of War, saying that the emperor's grandfather was not pleasing to Husband Wei, and issued an order to the Ministry of War, saying that he was going to send an official to capture Husband Wei, and even we had to arrest him together!"

Bo Long's heart was cold, and he guessed correctly, now is the mourning period of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, it is not appropriate to kill, maybe the emperor will not kill Husband Wei directly, but Husband Wei himself made such a high-spirited look, this is to rush to give the emperor a handle!

He thought for a moment before he said, "Who knows about this?" ”

"When the man came, he spoke a little loudly, and many of the brothers heard it!"

Bo Long felt a little difficult in his heart, no matter how good they were, they couldn't beat the official after all, after all, ten more could emerge if they died, and one less for their brothers. He thought about it carefully for a while, and then said slowly: "Don't move today, you can't run, we are estimated to be registered in the government, now it's to see if that person can catch up, if he comes first, then we will be saved, if he is late, then we will be miserable!" ”

After saying this, Bolong secretly prayed in his heart: "If that Taoist priest is right, you can come over quickly, let me take my brothers to do a career, and it will not be in vain for our brothers!" ”

The night has gradually deepened, looking at the time of the shift, Bo Long lay quietly on the bed, watching the light projected by the oil lamp on the ceiling, he tried to see something from the ceiling, such as the current way out, such as his own future, such as the impermanence of fate, but his ability is all used in the battle array, calculating Zhang Fei is already a super level of performance, for the future and fate of the big problem is really not enough.

"Alas, I really hope that person will come soon, and I will be able to have a personal leader, and I don't need to use my brain every day!" Bolong sighed, but heard a tune outside:

Listening to the first change, the drum is beating, and my heart is annoyed.

I thought about it at the beginning, what a luxury it was to have a night banquet.

Lamb in, wine poured, sheng song noisy.

Now in the lonely deserted shop, I have to get drunk on the village mash.

I'm afraid that the wine will be weak and sorrowful, how can I sweep away my sorrow?

……

It's noisy, people are urging, and it's more weather.

It is winter, the wind is cold, and the frost is blowing.

What's more, be diligent and warm to each other.

Accompanied by the cold moon shadow, the shouting was the neighing of the horse.

It's so desolate that it's better to die!

The voice is like crying, like complaining, like envy, describing the process of a powerful minister from hot to people going to tea and cooling, and every word seems to be seen in person.

"What's this tune?" Bolong was stunned in his heart, and listened to the song quietly, but found that this song was definitely prepared for Wei's husband, but it was not the same as the world back then, and now it is lonely and lonely, and no one cares! He listened to the man's singing slowly, and couldn't help but think of himself, what is this man living for? At the beginning, when I was a teenager, I must make a career, so that everyone can afford to look up to me, let everyone respect me, and let all women fall for themselves, but as the years go by, I have eaten, watched, and played, but I feel that these are meaningless - everything is empty after death, what difference can there be between an earlier fall and a later fall?

He remembered a ballad: "Look at you rising tall buildings, watching you feast guests, watching your buildings collapse!" ”

Thinking like this, Bo Long suddenly felt that it was a mistake not to go with the Taoist priest today, the wish of these brothers is just glory and wealth, but what is the meaning of this glory and wealth? If they are all empty after death, what is the value of leading them to chase air?

Or is it that if you miss your brothers and don't leave, you actually hurt them?

"Bird, I haven't slept at night, singing a ghost tune, it's like calling a soul!" Tietou was awakened, he muttered, scolded in a low voice, he saw that Bolong had not slept yet, and asked, "Big brother, can't sleep?" If you want me to say, although I am a rough person and don't know the ways of scholars, I still know that this person can't be too serious, don't carry it yourself, and brothers! ”

Yes, and you! Bo Long's heart suddenly relaxed, yes, why did he carry everything on his shoulders, obviously there are so many good brothers to go together, why should he be so persistent?

One world, two brothers, as long as there are you, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, let's break together!

Bolong suddenly felt that there was a wide open space in front of him, and he said with great joy: "Iron Head said it well! Although the monks say that all laws are empty, and the four are empty, we don't care, we just have wine to drink together, meat to eat, even if we die together, our hearts are hot! ”

"Hey, hey, good!" The iron head didn't know what to say, just scratched his head and smiled.

Bo Long was about to say another word, but he heard a "poof" in Wei's husband's room next door, and immediately woke up: "Tietou, there is movement in Wei's husband's room, come with me to see!" ”

They put on their coats, picked up their weapons and rushed to the door of Mr. Wei, and Bo Long knocked on the door: "Mr. Wei, we heard a voice in your house, what's the matter?" ”

No response.

"Husband Wei, we're worried about your safety, you're welcome!" Bolong didn't knock again, but gave the iron head a look, and the iron head immediately picked up the mace and slammed it at the door lock.

With a "clang", the door lock fell to the ground, and they rushed in, only to find that Wei's husband had hanged himself. He was wearing his most glorious clothes today, wearing a crown of nine beams, and a red python robe, with a red knee underneath, a five-clawed python hovering over it, and a thin cloud python embroidered horizontally on his knees, which was incomparably delicate and mighty.

It's a pity that the person wearing this dress has already hanged himself.

His eyes were smeared, his tongue was sticking out, and the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, as if he had been hanging himself for a while. There was a small stool at his feet, and the rope around his neck hung from the beams, which was rather elaborately designed.

A generation of powerful ministers, a generation of traitorous ministers Wei Zhongxian, wearing his most prominent clothes, hanged himself.

Why is he still wearing his most beautiful clothes, to prove that he was once glorious, or to prove that he did not lose?

"Quick, give me the next step!" Bo Long was a little anxious, he originally thought that the biggest obstacle was the officers and soldiers, but he never thought that Old Man Wei would seek death by himself.

The iron head hugged Wei Zhongxian down, touched Wei Zhongxian's pulse and breath, and said loudly: "There is still salvation, not dead!" ”

"Give him to Lao Tzu to save him!" Bo Long shouted loudly, praying in his heart: "Mantian God and Buddha, save Wei Zhongxian, he can't die yet, at least not yet!" ”