Many people like to enjoy, and they compete for power in order to enjoy more.

With power and power, there is silver. People are like this, when they are hungry, they want to be full, and when they are cold, they want to be warm, but after they are full and warm, they will want big fish and meat, and they want fine clothes. Then, they want to climb higher, they want more, the unknown want to become famous, the poor want money, the lonely man wants women, all these things are staged everywhere every day.

Is there anyone who doesn't like to enjoy?

Naturally, there are.

There are very few such people, if they are outside the world, they may be a great monk who has broken off their desires, but if they are in this world, if anyone says that they don't like to enjoy, such a person, if they are not a liar who sells their reputation, then they must be a terrible horror master.

A person who can restrain himself is a terrible thing in itself, which means that he can get rid of everything that he sees as unimportant and devote all his energy to what he wants to do.

Such a person is not famous, and if he becomes famous, he will be earth-shattering.

Some people practice swords all year round, in the spring and autumn for more than ten years, obsessed with swords, and extremely swords; Some people practice swords, practice day and night, do not fear life and death, and never slack off; Some people are rich and rival the country, but they can abandon ordinary thoughts, are not tempted by material benefits, live a simple life, and eat and drink.

These people, whether in the past, present, or future, are destined to have a place in the rivers and lakes.

But there are exceptions.

Some people like to enjoy it, but for some reason, they can't enjoy it.

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Houfu Zhumen.

The name of the Hou Mansion is called "Di Mansion"; Zhumen, the vermilion paint is already mottled, like a fire-burned turf, speckled and dotted, more like a piece of blood scab on the flesh, most of it has fallen off, ugly and ugly.

The wide stone steps in front of the door were already covered with dead leaves, soaked in cold snow and gradually rotting, with a pungent smell of decay, wordlessly telling the decline and dilapidation of this mansion.

The swarthy sunset, falling on the faded and dull tiles, looked like the roof of a huge tomb.

Who would have thought that the dilapidated mansion in front of him, which had faded away from the prosperity of the past, would actually be the place where the hereditary first-class Hou Di Qinglin was located. A high wall made of colored porcelain with nine unicorns blocked the scene in the mansion, and it was definitely not much better than the outside.

A person who can enjoy it will definitely not live in such a place without the slightest popularity.

It was as if no one had been here for a long time, and the rotting leaves were piled up like a soft blanket.

Over the high wall, there is a very large courtyard behind, there are no flowers and trees, no pavilions and water pavilions, only a huge ancient iron tripod, rusty.

The door of the hall is ajar, and there are carved pillars in front of the porch, as well as dripping cornices in the red sunset.

It was even more empty, and the cold wind swept across the yard, rolling up three or two dead leaves, whirling in the air.

Fortunately, there are people.

In the corridor of the backyard, an old man dressed as a domestic servant walked over with a food box and steps.

He walked to the front of the hall and said respectfully

"Master Hou, the meal is ready!"

"Come in!"

After a while, I heard a calm voice inside.

The old man pushed the door and entered, and saw a person sitting alone in the hall, with his hair scattered like grass, his expression indifferent, he was no longer young; The fair skin and flesh have now become a little dark, a few locks of white hair have fallen from the temples, like the precipitation of time, there are dense fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and a pair of eyes are ancient and waveless, he is still wearing a white dress.

He was over half a hundred years old.

He is Di Qinglin.

Looking at the dilapidated and decaying mansion in front of him, there was still no wave in the eyes of this marquis, who was extravagant and particular about everything in the past.

He had enjoyed all the luxuries of the world, and these things he was born to have, whether he could get them or not, no longer meant anything to him, especially to a lonely man.

What's more, if a person enjoys too much, he will always be easy to relax, in order to deal with some people, in order to make his life more interesting, why not give up some enjoyment, there is a gift to gain; Sometimes, having nothing is the first step to having it, and he remembers as if it was the man who said it to him; It's a pity that the person who amazed him has been alive and dead for many years now, and he may have died in an unknown place, and his bones have been taken away by wild dogs.

There are only three dragon heads left of them, restraining and restraining each other.

But after so many years, the three of them still didn't seem to get rid of that man's control, and no one won the position of the head of the big dragon, and that position kept hanging, as if waiting for its owner to come back.

Di Qinglin turned his gaze and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

Every now and then, his eyes seemed to have a glint of light.

He said lightly: "Shangguan Jinhong, what has he done recently?" ”

The old servant said respectfully, "It's still the same, I heard that he has abandoned the worldly thoughts, is not tempted by things, lives in a house, and eats and drinks!" ”

Di Qinglin's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and then he smiled faintly, "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid he will soon become a monk!" ”

He looked at the food on his table again, the vegetarian and clear soup, which was also bland, and his eyes flashed.

"I'm almost there, heh, he can really survive, don't you want to survive until the old man dies of old age, and then boil me to death? Bai Xiaosheng is a waste, thinking that he can stir up the general trend of the rivers and lakes by making a "weapon spectrum", and the fisherman will benefit, it is really ridiculous, now Shangguan Jinhong's skills have made great progress, and he has reached the realm of no foreign objects in his heart, I am afraid that he will do it soon! ”

However, after saying so much and thinking about it so much, Di Qinglin thought of that man the most.

"I have to say, he is really powerful, he actually found Shangguan Jinhong to restrain each other with me, the leaderless Blue Dragon Club has not changed hands for so many years, it's really incredible!"

Di Qinglin had already picked up the dishes and chopsticks, no matter how much he didn't enjoy it, he still had to eat something, but just when he just put the chopsticks down, this Hou Ye, who was over half a hundred years old, suddenly had an interesting look in the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth were bent, his wrist was sent, and the two chopsticks in his hand suddenly turned into two black lights and shot towards a cornice outside the hall.

The sunset on the horizon is coming to an end, and the cold wind is faint in the empty and decaying courtyard, and the gloomy seems to have really become a tomb where the living are buried, and the dead leaves are rolling.

Two chopsticks sink into the twilight.

Di Qinglin got up slowly.

"Hehe, interesting, my place, no one has been here for a long time, Your Excellency is here, why not..."

He just wanted to continue, but unexpectedly, in the courtyard, he heard a laughter falling softly, as if in the wind, following the floating leaves, whining and whirling, and reaching his ears.

"How to eat lightly!"

The gentle voice, the soft tone, and such a tone that was not light or heavy, but it was like thousands of sharp arrows suddenly shooting towards him and shooting into his body.

Di Qinglin's calm, calm and handsome face suddenly became stiff and muscular, and then his expression turned hideous, and the green tendons on his neck, forehead, and cheeks bulged out, squeezing out furrow-like wrinkles on his face, he was indeed no longer young.

"Boom!"

The half-covered hall door suddenly exploded into sawdust, the dead leaves flew like a tornado, a white shadow swept out, Di Qinglin's hair flew wildly, he let out a piercing and hoarse roar from his mouth, and his eyes looked straight at a corner of the eaves.

But see the cornices above the arches.

A thin and tall cyan figure, standing alone with his arms ringed, playing with two thin chopsticks in his hand, and a pair of watery eyes looking down condescendingly with his eyelids, and laughing unhurriedly in his mouth

"Hehe, the sky is as blue as water, the flying dragon is in the sky, do you remember who I am? Two dragon heads! ”

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