Scholars in gray and blue clothes walked in the wilderness.

His name is Fu Leshu, and he is known as "Qin Si String Movement", without a number.

As Lantai Xuanshi said, don't look back. A long time ago, Fu Leshu's name had been lost on the way, and what appeared in front of him at this time was a clear but bottomless stream.

The stream gushes out of the mountains and goes around the wilderness, but encloses a col in it.

The tranquil depression is enclosed by a fence and a small thatched building is built.

Fu Leshu's footsteps stopped for a moment on the other side of the stream. He held a dilapidated folding fan and slowly stepped out.

At the moment when the scholar crossed the stream, in the courtyard of the fence, the black-haired Confucian in a gold-rimmed white shirt, who leaned over and held a pen to write a graceful story on a long scroll of paper, seemed to feel it, put down the wolf's hair, sighed softly, and suddenly turned his back to the way he came.

At the same moment, outside the fence, the scholar's white-washed blue shirt appeared.

The cultivation of poetry, books, rituals and music gentlemen, the integration of the four arts, the gathering of four elegance, into the four pavilions. Only those who are above the four cultivations can ascend to the Accord and can be called the master of the first pavilion.

Fu Leshu was one of them.

In the small courtyard of the fence, there are bluestones all over the place, drying rice paper. At the peak of the Confucian reputation of Fuyan Mountain, the Momo people who had not yet discarded their former names and identities were also one of them. This place is located in the southeast of the Central Plains and is called Qu Xin Yan. But Momo people are different from Fu Leshu. He can look back, but he doesn't want to look back.

The two of them stood quietly for a long time, one inside and one outside.

Fu Leshu said: "Senior brother." ”

"Seventh Senior Brother."

The eyebrows are slender into the sideburns, the black hair is knotted into two strands hanging down the ears, at this time the man named Momo is no longer as gentle and pure as in the past, the story obtained from years of experience, so that the eyebrows are stained with accidents and dust, at this time take the initiative to turn his back on the behavior of the deceased, it is resistance, but also a trace of unbearable, "You are still here after all!" ”

With a wave of his sleeves, in the pile of papers, I don't know how many years the pages have been withered and yellowed, the books turned into the wind, and then turned into a streamer and fell into the palm of the master.

The two don't see each other. The same people who left Taoyuan and chose to step into the world are different from the roots. It's better not to see each other, it's better to leave a little room for each other, and you can continue the old relationship.

"I'm here for an answer." Fu Leshu looked directly at the back of the ink grinding man.

All the secrets of Fuyan Mountain are in the hands of the author. "Ancient and modern idle paper is light, and the cursive writing is spiritual, how can this heart be like an inkstone, and non-human ink grinding people!" The sleeves are now bookmarked, and the old cover is four words "Fuyan Mountain Record".

Mo Mo said: "The answers are all in this book, now are you willing to take it?" ”

The answer is close at hand.

Just like when the two chose to leave the mountain.

"The ink marks in the book are manipulated in the handwriting." Fu Leshu's eyebrows did not move, "When you chose to travel far away from the mountain, didn't you just hate this story that is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality?" ”

"Stories can be manipulated, but there is sincerity in pen and ink." Mo Mo said, "Sixth Senior Brother, I am different from you! ”

Fu Leshu said: "Fuyan Mountain is a place where it is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, and there are people who are difficult to argue between fiction and reality. It seems that I should not have come. ”

"What you see is different, what you say is different. Only the meaning of pen and ink does not bury the truth with dissent. ”

Mo Mo sighed, "You shouldn't have come, it's because you haven't made up your mind yet!" ”

In the small courtyard of the fence, the black-haired Confucian standing in the paper roll slowly turned around.

The gray-and-blue scholar suddenly turned his head and chose to stand with his back to him. Fu Leshu looked at the sky from afar, looking tired: "The decision is undecided, is that so......?"

Momo looked at the back of the deceased with a silent expression. The story of Fuyan Mountain was originally written by him for this person. But if the backslidden person clings to the truth of the oral narrative, isn't it also afraid of what is written in the book, which may be like the truth of thorns?

Fu Leshu, who had his back to his junior brother, stared at the clouds outside the sky for a long time. He suddenly laughed at himself: "Actually, it's meaningless!" Then the gray-and-blue scholar strode forward, leaving the place of struggle and inquiry, without any turning back.

After this trip, the Momo people put a book in their bags, pushed open the fence behind closed doors, and chose to return along the way they came.

The changes in the Central Plains started from the glazed fairyland and gradually covered the north.

Talking about no desire, he threw the adopted boy out of the Desireless Heaven, and went to Liangxinju alone, inviting the first wise man under the command of the Heavenly Demon in the past, looking for clues, and going to the hidden cave to trace the whereabouts of Yin Wudu, the lord of yin and yang, the sun and moon, who was separated for some reason at the moment of the arrival of the alien demon world.

Su Huanzhen went to the remnant forest, and after talking to the lord of the remnant forest, he took a man from the crystal lake.

A letter was sent to Qu Shitu's hand, with a Buddhist treasure that could penetrate the hidden things of heaven and earth. Qin Fake Immortal finally used a packet of aphrodisiacs to move the spring heart of the budding Yang Couple, and then took the task, and took the shadow corpse and the karma to the world of Confucianism in a hurry.

After a purge in the Confucian world, the personnel were relocated to the Longmen Road, and after returning from the Chunlin realm, although the evil knife was delivered, the mood was very good.

The Confucian Dragon saw the messenger of the Glass Wonderland for the first time, and kindly ordered Mu Xianfeng to serve a good tea. At that time, the shadow corpse man was still complaining about how the Confucian people were stingy, and they didn't even attend a banquet. Shulou Longsu has brought gifts from afar, and went to the inner court to visit his best friend Buddha Jianfen, who had a death trip.

"Buddha Sword." The gorgeous Confucian purple fan covered his face, and the Confucian voice was elegant and ill-intentioned, "If someone tries to use you, what should you do?" ”

Flip the table, lift the Buddha, and don't cut the karma?

"Hmm."

In the garden, the Buddha sword said calmly to drink tea, and suddenly raised his eyes, there was a look of not being angry and arrogant!

Shulou Longsu's expression perked.

But seeing that the monk continued to lower his eyes, he finished tasting a cup of tea without moving, slowly got up, and pressed his palm on the wooden box that was inadvertently placed on the countertop.

"Analu's eyes."

Buddha Jianfen said: "Is it Su Zhenzhen, or Du Fanglin?" ”

Serious Buddhas are as calm as a rock, let the wind blow in all directions, and the dragon will instigate failure.

Qin Fake Immortal, who left Longmen Road, dragged the shadow corpse man who was almost knocked out by Mu Xianfeng's tea tray and foamed at the mouth, leading the gloating karmic spirit all the way to the sudden realm.

The sword immortal trail is like a savior!

"Ling Shenxiao."

The white-haired Taoist lowered his bangs in front of his forehead, and seemed to flick the dust in an orderly manner, "Xian Ji will hand it over to you, cough, Qin Fake Immortal, don't lead the way." ”

Wow, the light flashed, and the soup was fragrant and uninhabited.

The black-clothed young Taoist, who was unswervingly forced to hang the red lanterns on the railings on all sides, twitched the corners of his mouth, and when he turned around sharply, he had already grabbed a handful.

The Sword Immortal Trail had already taken Qin Fake Immortal and the others to flee ten miles away.

The cold wind blew off a green leaf. In the kitchen, there was already a shy and excited call from Jianzi Xianji: "Jianzi~~~" This bowl of perfect tonic soup ...... made Shenxiao's mouth bitter, and suddenly the internal injury recurred!

When a letter was sent to the Northern Regions through the hand of Jufengli.

An apologetic gift is being transferred from the misty Haoranju to the top of Pingshan Mountain above the clouds.

The Buddha Sword said that he re-took the holy weapon Buddha and turned around against the wind, and left the Confucian world step by step.

Above the outer peak, the sight of the six dreams of dust crossed the towering buildings of Longmen Road, and where it went, darkness followed it like a shadow, faintly staring at the bloody evil that was about to move in the depths!

At this time.

Outside the new city in the north corner, the bell suddenly rang for thousands of miles, and the place where the sound wave went, leveled all the uneven places. On the upper floor of the high city, the blue-clothed man holding the pipa twisted the strings of the pipa and hooked the soul knocking bell array, anxious, but he could not leave the protected place due to his limited identity.

And more periphery, a fur fur is almost tattered. The savage laughed wildly, his beard was unkempt, and he only had flesh and skin injuries because he retreated in time, and the calluses dripping with blood violently scooped up the prey, and pressed the young man who was sad and indignant and still wanted to fight to rub it hard in the sand!

"Come again!"

Shower Yusheng took out his middle finger, lifted the tattered fur fur, leaned over as if the iron palm was being cast downward, grabbed the hair and pressed the person into the sand, "What about the knife, what about the sword, and sneak attack, Lingbei teaches you to be a man, is the young man good at this sand?" "Don't give any chance to resist and struggle, this is really too big a gap in cultivation.

Until the bell stopped, the helpless pleading voice of the Qin Girl of the Northern Corner National Teacher was heard in the distance: "Mr. Zhu......"

"Phew."

In just a moment, the young man under the iron palm almost took off a layer of skin.

Compared with the bloodstained face that was ground by the sand, what made the love kill almost crazy was the face lost in front of the beloved goddess. Just about to struggle to get up, he was slapped into the soil from the top of his head again, "You old iron can't even see your own apprentice, and you still have to discipline your good grandson, or not!" Shower Yusheng was in a bad mood, "The time has come, I won't play with you, but Wan Mai wants revenge." The iron palm turned over, and the savage let go of his hands and wrapped up his tattered sleeves, and lowered his thick eyebrows to face full of murder and hatred.

Aren't today's young people afraid of death?

There was a sudden silence in the wind. A wisp of coolness is like a drizzle of rain, it is an extremely suppressed killing intent, and it is irresistibly shrouded in love from all directions!

"Otherwise, if you harm me and break the forbidden ......"

Shower Yusheng coldly saw that his face began to tremble unconsciously, and then he pulled his lips and smiled deeply, "If you don't crush your bones into mud, you can't dissolve them." ”

Feishu struck, breaking the stagnation at this time.

When the savage received the letter, he finally let go of the north corner and the last piece of skin that covered his body.

Shower traveled thousands of miles on his birthday and rushed to Yuanjiao Village as promised.

Under the ruins of Yuanjiao Village, a person was standing quietly. White-haired shawl, dark shirt hanging to the ground, jade pendant hanging from the waist, and ink patterns on the sleeves.

Ten zhang away, the shower stopped, first restrained his breath, and then calmed down, and broke the calm with a voice:

"Du Fanglin!"