"I'll go to Master Yang's mansion and have a look. Ah Lang turned back to Bing Lingjie and Qianyu in the room and smiled.

Before Ah Lang's words fell, his body slowly faded under the tree, and dissipated with the gentle night breeze.

"Ah Lang's cultivation is limitless in the future, and he will reach a realm that no one can reach in the past and present. Bing Lingjie looked out the window under the tree and muttered to herself.

Qianyu nodded silently and quietly looked out the window, the bright moon hanging high.

Yang Taishi and Yang Wushang, father and son, were drinking tea and chatting in the study.

A gentle breeze blew into the study, and a man covered in a black cloak appeared in front of them.

"Yang Quande (Yang Wushang) participated in the three elders of the Demon Palace. The father and son hurriedly got up and bowed.

The three elders did not answer, but just sat on the chair casually, pondering for a long time and being silent.

After the Yang father and son glanced at each other, Master Yang bowed down and walked closer, looked at the three elders, and said in a low voice: "Third elder, what's wrong with you, if there is anything unpleasant to say, maybe my father and son can solve problems for you." ”

"Okay, then your father and son will go and kill Gui Alang!" The third elder said softly.

Yang Taishi and Yang Wu Shanggu were stunned, not knowing how to answer the words of the three elders.

"The ultimate masters of the 'Enlightenment' peak invited by Lord Demon Venerable have not been able to kill that Gui Ah Lang, do you father and son know what this means?"

After listening to the words of the three elders, Taishi Yang and Yang Wushang stood on the spot, dumbfounded, and did not speak for a while.

"What the three elders mean is that Gui Ah Lang is at least the peak of "enlightenment" or even higher cultivation. Yang Wushang hurriedly said.

"This is just one of them, do you father and son guess again?" the third elder said softly.

"If you look at it from this point of view, what happened in the past, as well as the recent failure of the Demon Palace to cooperate with the demons and repeatedly attack Jade Kyoto City, were all done by Nagui Ah Lang behind the scenes, and the Xiliang Dynasty attacked the Chaohua Dynasty and was defeated, it should also be his doing. Master Yang looked shocked and frightened in his eyes and said slowly.

"Although we don't have any real evidence and speculation, it is very likely that it was done. and the "Old Man of Tianxin" and the "Sanssouci Sea" isolated island incident, which are all very understandable, and it should also be the trick of Gui Alang to make trouble and implement it. The third elder said in a deep voice.

"Third Elder, then what we do in the various dynasties of the Haoyan Continent, will Gui Ah Lang also know. What should I do now?" Taishi Yang couldn't help but say a little confused.

"Don't be nervous, Gui Ah Lang is not an immortal, how can he know everything? Maybe he will be suspicious, but he definitely doesn't know the specific truth. There will be news from the Demon Palace tonight, let's wait patiently for the time being!" After the third elder finished speaking, he closed his eyes and sat upright, and stopped talking.

Yang Taishi and Yang Wushang, father and son, also sat quietly on tiptoe, not daring to come out, for fear of disturbing the three elders.

A trace of air in the study quietly passed through the crack in the door and came to the night sky in the courtyard, also waiting quietly.

The bright moon has not faded through the ages, just because the heart has not increased or decreased. Dream of spring and autumn, purple bamboo swaying, plum strings ethereal around the window lattice.

The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset.

Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

I am fortunate to know each other, but I am not fortunate to stay together, the sea and the moon are eternal.

After the passing years, I dreamed back to the water's edge and watched the fireworks bloom into the full moon. Look at the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, silent and silent, the green mountains and rivers, the generations stretch, just like in my heart, you have never left, and you have never changed.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget.

If there is no fate, why swear. Today's all kinds are like water without a trace. Tomorrow and night, Nong is no stranger.

The heart is constantly moving, but the love is far away, things are not, people are not, everything is not, and the past cannot be chased.

Maybe it's the marriage of the previous life, maybe it's the fate of the next life, and the mistake of seeing each other in this life will only add a fruitless relationship.

Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, generation after generation, generation after generation, reunion and parting, joy and sorrow, one bed and one bed, a lifetime of dreams to find a partner to meet.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare, so why not love all your life?

The illusory world is vast, and once encountered, it will never be forgotten. Smile when you meet the Iraqi people, if you don't know each other, what's the matter.

Looking forward to your traces, I am looking forward to worrying, and the world sees that I am alone looking through the white head.

In the palm of the hand, the eternal moonlight. That wound, the desolation that passed by with a smile.

years, in the next big game of chess, a game of chess, vertical and horizontal, hand talk between the ups and downs and sit and wait for everything to be finalized. In the vast world, under the rolling red dust, the advent of every life is to enter the game, no one can choose, there is no escape, and they rush to this fateful catastrophe, destined to kill.

Ah Lang found that his thoughts about Mo Wuya have become more and more intense recently, and he can't tell clearly, he doesn't know the reason, he always likes to think crankily, some sad and sad sentences.

Ah Lang's body moved, and a trace of air flowed into Taishi Yang's study silently.

"The Demon Palace said, let us stay as usual and continue as usual, don't alarm Gui Alang. Continue to carry out our plans in secret, but at a faster pace. It is forbidden to have any friction and conflict with him openly, let alone to manipulate his family and friends. Lord Demon Venerable will arrange for the hall master to come and negotiate with him at the appropriate time. We just need to do what we have to do. The three elders looked at Yang Taishi and Yang Wushang, father and son, and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, my father and son, follow the instructions of the three elders, and will never have any unpleasantness with that noble Ah Lang. The Yang father and son hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"Okay! The deity is going back to the Demon Palace, your father and son, if you have something, contact the deity. After the three elders finished speaking, they didn't wait for the two to answer, and disappeared into the study in an instant.

"Yang Quande (Yang Wushang) sent the three elders of the Demon Palace. The Yang father and son hurriedly bowed to the door again.

A trace of air immediately drifted out of the house, followed by the three elders, drifting into the distance.

Not long after, the three elders returned to the Nine Demon Palace, and through the black chair of the "Demon King Palace", they were teleported to the wide thatched hut on the left.

"Your subordinates, see the Lord of the Hall. The three elders bowed to the hut in the middle.

"Third Elder, thank you for your hard work, come in and talk. Fang Queyi said softly.

The three elders then pushed the door open and entered the room.

"After I arrange the things in the Demon Palace, I will personally go to Yujing Nagui Ah Lang to negotiate, this son is young, and his cultivation can be refined to such a point, he is definitely a genius. The old master praised him again and again, and was full of praise. It would be great if he could be used by us, and the Demon Venerable meant the same. Fang Que said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord Hall, my subordinates have already informed the Yujing Yang father and son of your intentions, and they will act as usual. The Third Elder said.

"Very good, Third Elder, you go down and rest, Lord Demon Venerable will come in a while. "Fang is missing.

"Yes, Lord of the Hall, my subordinates retire. ”

Then the three elders came to the hut on the left, and after a flash of light, they were silent.

Ah Lang incarnated into the void and floated in the night sky at will, staring at the bright moon in the night sky for a long time, and walked slowly in the direction of the capital of Yujing.

The night breeze still witnesses the loneliness and gloom of each season. Blown off too

I can't pick it up anymore. Broken dreams can no longer be pieced together. You're long gone, but I'm still in the night wind, waiting in fear.

The long river of wind and sand over the years, the obsession that has never been exhausted, and the tide of smoke and waves cannot be filled with the romance of the past after all. Between you and me, like chasing the wind and moon, there will always be an insurmountable distance. I washed all the lead under the moon, and you saw the wind and willows in the morning wind and twilight rain. You and I are like two incommunicable parallel lines, and we can no longer find the point of interconnection.

Perhaps, meeting is a lifetime of love that time has allowed me, gazing is a touch of sorrow raised by the wind and smoke, and shyness is the abnormal waiting of dreams falling into the smoke and snow. All the dust is not about thinking, and all the smoke is not about parting. At the end of the passing year, a deep love, planting a city of loneliness, picking up a love, a total of paper leaves.

Zimo red dust, charming, just a freehand landscape, life has countless stations, smile to meet, smile and say goodbye to the past, reach out, pick up a petal of love, for you, store a touch of heart fragrance, let life, rejoice in the encounter, let the eyes, in the fragrance of Yanran. How many years are like water, the obsession is written into an unforgettable heart, how many past poems are written, and the falling flowers and flowing water are written into beauty.

Walking on the Mo, time is like a flower. Love, in the passing years. Bitter encounter, beautiful life, light breath into too many of each other's figures, there is always a person, we can not mottle the time, look back to feel warm, the longer the time can see, that existence, to themselves, what kind of meaning!

I like to gaze at the full moon in the night sky, I like to look up at the bright moon and meditate on the past, and I prefer to find a moment of peace in my heart in the silent and uninhabited night, away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Close your eyes, perceive this strange and familiar world with your mind, and release yourself in the bitter and smiling emotions repeatedly without disguise, without worrying about the strange eyes of others.

Ah Lang thought wildly, and suddenly appeared in shape, looking up at the light drizzle in the night sky, and letting it fall on his body......

Closing his eyes and sighing, he wandered only in his shadows, searching for memories that were like yesterday. Floating like a dream, the bumpy life is in a strange way, and how many past dreams have been lost. Now it is a matter of things and people, and can only float in the starry sky in the dead of night, with the wind and the rain, singing songs back and forth alone that no one can understand, not lonely but better than lonely.

The years have taken away the innocence, the time has grown old, the experience has matured the mind, and what has been precipitated is an indifferent state of mind. The clouds are indifferent, the wind is wandering, and the journey of life has its own direction. Feelings, do not force others, do not demand from yourself. Those bustling hustle and bustle, those utilitarian hypocrisy, and those fame and fame are the colors that life should have, but everyone likes different colors.

For some painful people and things, we must learn to be indifferent when we have passed, and we must forget when we turn around, only in this way will our bags not be too heavy, and our body and mind will not be too tired. A little more sunshine, a little less mist and rain. Some beauty does not need to be explained, and a smile can be displayed, and some feelings do not need to be deliberate, natural, and can bloom!

If it's not easy to think clearly, don't think about it, let it float on its own, it's not something that can be controlled and solved by thinking. A lot of the time, silence, it is higher than words. The voyage of life will not always be smooth sailing. Only when there is wind and rain can we carry the weight of life. The wind is light and the clouds are light, which is suitable for quiet comprehension. Give yourself a reason to relax, give yourself a way to release, fly with the obsession of the wind, seek with the heart of the cloud, be happy in the ordinary, and be indifferent in the wonderful.

In his thoughts, Ah Lang unconsciously came to the night sky of the capital of Yujing.

A clear whistle sounded slowly, high-pitched and excited, but full of endless loneliness and loneliness.

The two figures in the King of Freedom, shining light on the night sky, instantly came to a short distance from Ah Lang, did not step forward, just looked at him quietly.

Ah Lang still looked up at the shining moon in the night sky, dotted with stars......

Ah Lang grabbed the clouds in the night sky with his left hand, and several cloud-shaped phantoms instantly dissolved in front of him......