I only heard a little wind in my ears, and in an instant, I arrived at the Kunlun Mountain in Qindi, and the mountain was covered by dense fog. In front of the clearing on the mountainside, there is a stone cave overgrown with vines, which looks quite old.

An old man with white hair sat on a boulder and played against a child, inexplicably having the temperament of a fairy wind bone.

The boulder is engraved with nineteen vertical and horizontal chess paths, and the chess game is worthy of more than a dozen chess pieces, which should be the beginning of the game, but the black and white confrontation does not interact. The young boy pinched a jade white child and muttered silently, and the crane-haired old man sometimes swept the hem of his clothes with a whisk.

"Wolf smoke, don't neglect the visitors, make tea. The old man spoke indifferently and did not look at us.

There was a man standing on the side of the boulder at some point. He took out a plate of tea from the cave, which was a pot and no cup. It's a funny host, I don't know what he means.

Wolf Yan lifted the teapot and tilted it to the ground, and a smell of tea lingered, enveloping everyone's thoughts. I can say with great confidence that this is enlightenment tea. I heard the clanging of the dagger at my waist, and I faintly heard the sound of the innocent.

I am a swordsman. Because, when I saw you, I decided to follow you.

Everything was just for the rush at that time: the green flying flowers in midsummer, flying into the unintentional laziness of a sword, but the shadow of the green shirt has been dancing in my pupils since then. I couldn't catch the flying white feather, and the strange and familiar voice said: Whether it is a high-flying paper kite or a falcon that has gone away, it will eventually fall into this mortal dust and disappear.

A trace of warmth crossed the corner of my eye: please don't tell me that time has worn away a lot, but not fate, I believe that time can be erased or cured, but if time is also a serious illness, where am I wandering?

But willing to give you everything, so lowly loving.

But all came to naught: when fate came out of the sheath, I had lost my sword.

Thereupon...... Years later, I became a wandering demon.

Seal everything in the world into my sword intent. Hidden in the wind and snow, hidden in the shadows, sword after sword, back and forth......

If I go back to the past, I still choose that like, I don't care if there is a response or not, I just need to keep guarding.

Years ago, I fought for you, but now I only remember, and the ground is full of smoke......

And in the red world, if there is an encounter, if there is a puzzle, if there is fate, please end it with a sword.

I don't remember very well, the master asked us to be like ice, I don't remember the last time I cried, it seems that I haven't cried.

Innocent is not a part of me, he is just him, he is trapped by love, I have not been his demon. I unfolded my folding fan to look at Qinglian, as if I remembered that face that was as unruly as me.

With tears streaming down my eyes, I watched the chess moves on the boulder and took only two or three steps. Shocked to realize that the consciousness had been withdrawn, the tray in the hand of the wolf smoke was gone, and he turned to the old man's whisk.

"Xiaoyou's concentration is very strong, this cloud dream is born, it is caused by people's obsession. It seems that Xiaoyou is free and easy, and there are few obsessions. The old man put down the sunspot in his hand and smiled.

I looked at them, only Mo Li was the only one who restrained his mind, and he was also in tears, and his tears turned into crystalline stones, beating on the ground with a ding-dong clang.

Reed's brows furrowed, his eyes hollowed out, and the rest of the people closed their eyes. Mo Li suddenly burst out laughing.

"Kid, guess what I saw. The tone was flat and not like a question, and I waited in silence for the next sentence.

"I returned to the Paradise Fantasyland, but I still cut off your shadow with a sword, the owner of the tavern, who is the old age of the master. Mo Li burst into tears and laughed. In his later years, the White Emperor still chose to return to the illusion outside the peach source, but whose peach source is the earthly world?

"There are no birds in this place for eternity, and a thousand years old do not hear the sound of the world. You are here, I don't know what is going on?" the old man ordered a black piece and began to strangle it with the white son.

"There is nothing else to do, just to see the white ape. Mo Li glanced at the chessboard indifferently, the chess game had reached the end of the game, and there were more than ten places to spare.

"I'm the white ape, I don't know what the little friend is looking for me?" The childish boy twisted a white child, and he didn't fall for a long time.

"I'm sure the ape won't be unaware. "I don't know when I've woken up, and my expression is calm, not like me and Moli.

"Bitter stone, can't you let me win a game?" The childish boy smiled helplessly, but mixed with some playfulness, wolf smoke snickered on the side, and the three of them looked like no one around, which made me angry.

Wei Shu stretched out his hand to take two white seeds in his hand, and then threw one to the chessboard, the old man looked at it with great interest, and clicked on a black seed.

Reed Shu clicked on the last white seed, "Let's go, there is no solution to this game." ”

"Self-styled chess moves, retreat as advance, wonderful. Then according to what Xiaoyou said, let's make peace. The old man nodded, and glanced approvingly at the reed.

"I came from the void and I went from the void, and everything in the world is changing. But I can't meddle in this matter. With a wave of his hand, the chess pieces floated up and fell into the stone chessbowl. Stretching out his hand and stroking, the chess moves on the boulder dissipated.

I should have rushed up and grabbed him by the collar and confronted him, but I didn't. On the day I died from Innocent, the blood of my youth seemed to have been half cold. I looked at him calmly and said nothing.

"Bai Gong knows that he is the Taoist, and he should take it as his responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. "The reed was a little quicker, and he was very eager.

"What is the Tao and what is the Tao of Defense? Whose family is the country in this world? Whoever fights for it is whoever's own. I have seen the fall of many dynasties, I have supported the ascension of kings to the throne, and my sword has been stained with noble blood. A coldness flashed in the child's eyes. "Do you believe in fate?"

"I only believe in my own sword. Reed's breath froze.

I stood aside and looked at the reeds calmly, and I remembered what he said, how many people would have the determination to defend the way? No one is obliged to sacrifice himself, not only mortals, but also these high gods.

I used to be angry at what I said, but now that I'm relieved, I'm just one of the many beings, and I don't have the right to blame the so-called immortals, because everyone has to live for themselves.

"You might as well stay here, this place does not belong to the Three Realms, and ghosts will not come to this place. The boy jumped off the boulder and walked into the cave.

The bitter stone Taoist smiled, "Since the fall of the previous dynasty, Yaxing, who has been practicing here, we can't learn it and haven't interfered in the world, so please forgive me." Then he turned to Wolf Yan and said, "Take you to the bamboo house." ”

Mo Li said coldly: "It's not necessary, the ape is really a good Yaxing, we can't learn it." "Part of what we were cut off was probably our blood. At some point, we learned cold language.

There was not a single fallen leaf on the long mountain path, and the eight shadows dragged long on the stone steps. Wolf smoke led the way, but in broad daylight he carried a lantern.

"Wolf smoke. "It's the white ape, the voice is not loud, but it can make everyone hear it clearly.