After Ogisha woke up from his dream, he was so angry that he threw things in the house, and cursed Song Huaiyang in his heart as he fell.

The reason why he was respectful to Song Huaiyang and obedient in every way was nothing more than that the pen that could capture people's souls and kill people without using knives and guns.

If it weren't for the existence of this pen, how could he be willing to bow down to the servant girl's concubine, and how could he let him curse and swallow his anger?

But how do you know, this damn concubine only said a bunch of irrelevant things, finally mentioned serious things, and disappeared again.

The more Ogisha thought about it, the more angry he became, and a thought was quietly sprouting.

Oh, Song Huaiyang, now this seat is obedient to you, it is nothing more than a diagram of the green pen, as soon as the things are in hand, I will immediately dissipate your soul! Shatter your delusion of escaping, possessing others, and living again!

And just as he was scolding Song Huaiyang in his heart, a quick knock on the door sounded.

"Sect Master, Sect Master, what's wrong with you, are you okay?!" The knocker was An Fei, "My subordinates heard some noise coming from your house. When he realized his abruptness, he quickly explained.

"It's okay, it's just that I accidentally broke a few cups, there's no need to be so nervous, you go down, this seat is going to rest." Ogisha glanced impatiently out of the window and gave an order.

"That's okay, then the subordinate will go down and retire." After learning that there was no one in the house, the brave and loyal An Fei left.

At this moment, the roots of Ogisha's ears are finally clean.

He stood up, walked to the most delicate flower in the center of the room, watered it, and said with a smile on his lips, "It seems that what Qiu Chi said is true, that monk is indeed not dead, so whether it will be nameless also has something to do with him." ”

When he thought of this, his face suddenly changed, and he angrily plucked one of the flowers and leaves that he had carefully cared for.

"If that's the case, then this seat will definitely abolish her!"

With a firm grip, Ogisha grabbed the petals into his palm, leaving only one hand of powder when it unfolded again.

At this time, Nameless, who was sitting on the flat boat, suddenly shivered, and the discomfort in her body made her frown.

The little monk who happened to be sitting in front of her turned his head, "Miss Qiluo, what's wrong with you?" But not used to taking a boat? Qing Yuan looked at her pale face and asked, his tone full of worry.

"Nothing." Nameless came back to his senses and raised his head to answer the person in front of him.

"It's fine." Qing Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled warmly at her, and then, he used his finger to point to the clusters of pink in the green leaves in front of him, "Miss Qiluo, look, the lotus flowers are blooming!" ”

The little monk's face was full of joy, like a child who had never been far away, showing the most innocent smile, and this smile melted into the hot summer breeze.

Nameless looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that in the middle of the water, there were a few anxious lotus flowers that had revealed their own beauty, and the white lotus petals in the pink were like the girl's crimson fingertips.

At this time, a light wind blew from afar, rippling ripples, blowing lotus and bringing fragrance.

Nameless closed his eyes and sniffed the refreshing smell with some greed, which was mixed with the heat of midsummer, the warmth and humidity of the lake, and the fragrance of lotus flowers.

This is the taste of summer.

And just as she was enjoying this rare leisure, the verbose little bald head in front of her got up again and said, "Miss Qiluo, the lotus flowers are beautiful, right?" ”

Nameless smiled indifferently, moved his body towards the side of the boat, reached out to feel the clear water warmed by the scorching sun, and briefly commented on a sentence.

"Everything in the world is beautiful."

But before Qingyuan could reply, the old man who was standing at the front of the boat answered the call by himself.

"No, it's a beautiful sight to behold." The old man with a hat turned his head sideways with a smile and talked to the two juniors, "This mountain, a water, a grass, and a tree are all the best gifts that the immortals give us mortals."

"Uncle is right." The little monk echoed, "All things begin at sunrise and die at sunset, life is short, only the beautiful scenery is enough to stay for eternity." ”

When the old man heard this, he smiled and shook his head, "Little Master, you are wrong, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there will always be a day when it will perish, the mountains will be leveled, the sea will dry up, and there is only one thing, which is eternal." ”

Qing Yuan was dazed by the fisherman in front of him, who spoke quite profoundly, and thought about it in his heart for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what he was referring to.

"The little monk is ignorant, and he asks the old man for advice."

The old man looked at him and grinned, "It's not to blame you for being stupid, after all, this thing is a new thing to you, something you have never touched." ”

Without waiting for Qingyuan to ask, the fisherman answered by himself: "Love is a net, a glue, a spring, a lotus root, and an obstacle for all beings; Love is fate, life, chrysalis, and misfortune, and can be in charge of the world's popularity; From this life to another life, from this life to this life, they live and wander, and they all perish. ”

But after saying this strange sentence, he didn't give the person behind him a chance to speak, and quickly changed the topic.

"The weather is so good today, why don't I sing a song for the two of you?"

"Okay!" Qingyuan, who likes to be lively, clapped his hands and said good, and did not think about his words.

The old man looked back at the young man behind him, smiled silently, opened his throat and sang.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yi people, on the water side, ......"

The further he sang, the more intoxicated the fisherman became, his eyes half-closed, and he couldn't extricate himself from it. As everyone knows, it is really difficult to compliment his singing voice, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a magic sound to fill his ears.

In the end, when he reached the other side, the old man put away his singing voice.

He stopped the boat with his oars, docked on the shore, and then turned back to the man behind him and said, "You two, let's get there!" ”

"Thank you, uncle!" The two of them, who had recovered from his magical voice, moved to their feet and thanked him.

"Hey, don't be so polite, if you have a fate next time, meet again, and the old man will sing to you again!" The old man patted Qingyuan's shoulder and laughed without any image.

The little monk who finally escaped from the magic sound heard his words, and was so frightened that he shook his hand and refused.

"Uncle, how can you keep singing for us, if there is a next time, change the little monk to sing for you."

"Okay." The old man replied with a laugh.

After that, the three of them said goodbye, and Nameless and Qingyuan walked together towards the winding path, while the fisherman propped up the oars again and returned along the same path.

However, when the boat came to Chiyang, a sudden burst of fog wrapped the boat tightly.

After the fog cleared, the boat remained in place. However, the old man on the ship is gone.

It turned out that it was the unreliable immortal who sneaked down to earth.

"Xiao Tengyun, let's go back, it's been thousands of years, and finally someone is willing to listen to the old man sing, it seems that this trip is not in vain."

Satisfied, Yue Lao Fujin stepped on his soaring clouds, singing all the way to the end of the clouds.

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