The night brings everything together in darkness.

A man in gray walked slowly in the dark. He walked attentively, listening attentively to everything around him as he walked.

He listened not to the traces of the enemy, but to all the living voices of this nature.

Birds are chirping, beasts are hissing, wind and clouds are moving, trees are growing. All the thriving vitality radiates a refreshing rhythm, silently unfolding with the extension of the earth.

It was a sound like a silent spring thunder, majestic and indifferent, and only spoke to those who knew how to appreciate it.

The man in gray obviously knows how to appreciate it.

The faint splendor of his eyes spread out like a night lan, blending with these natural sounds, resonating in harmony. He walked slowly, his robe waving like waves, and he looked extremely slow and peaceful, but with each step he lifted, he swept out more than three or four feet. This kind of light skill is extremely rare in the rivers and lakes, but what is even more rare is that he seems to have spare strength, as if he has not used any true qi at all. His people also seem to be just a part of nature, and every step is like a tree branch swaying, and the waves are rising, with a strange beauty.

The creatures within a radius of dozens of feet were his eyes and ears, breathing and listening with him. Even if a firefly flew by, he knew it all right. It was as if he was not walking, but dancing freely to the rhythm of the mystical demons.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves in the quiet night, "Grace Priest", a slight earthquake sounded, and the leisurely posture of the rider could be imagined.

The man in gray slowly retracted his feet and stood still in the night.

He knew that this guest had come for him.

The night slowly melted, flashing a white shadow. The sound of Nagdor's hooves became clearer. The white shadow gradually transformed into a white robe, reclining on a green donkey.

He saw that it was a woman, wearing a white cloak that covered her head and feet. Inside the cloak, you can vaguely see the moon-white clothes, this woman is all over her body, there is no other color, in the dark night, it looks like the white Youtan that has just opened.

The green donkey quietly stopped two feet away from the man in gray.

The woman said slowly, "But Tianluo Sect Leader Chongxuan? ”

Chongxuan became the leader of the Tianluo Sect on behalf of Xiao Changye, but in just two days, except for the Tianluo Sect members, there were only a few people such as Guo Ao at that time. And none of them are people who spread the news, how does this woman know that Chongxuan is the sect leader? How do you know that he is Chongxuan? But she just spoke slowly, and then waited quietly for the man in gray to answer.

The man in gray was not surprised, and just said slowly: "Yes, I am Chongxuan." His tone was extremely calm, as if he were chatting with an old friend. But the green donkey seemed to suddenly feel an inexplicable fear, and its hooves trembled.

The woman in white put her palm on the top of the green donkey's head and said softly, "Don't be afraid, eat your grass well." She jumped down and let the donkey graze aside, but she walked towards Chongxuan.

The Tianluo Sect, known as the number one cult in the world, seemed to have nothing to fear in her eyes. Her white cloak swayed gently in the night wind, like a white cloud lost in the mountains.

The cloak hung deeply, but it didn't cover her eyes. These eyes were quietly fixed on Chongxuan. She sighed and said, "Can you stop and listen to me?" ”

That's a strange question. First, Chongxuan had stopped. Second, the object of this questioning is the Tianluo Sect Master. Third, they don't know each other.

Chongxuan replied very simply: "Yes." But take the cloak off first! ”

The fingers of his right hand suddenly mismatched, and a potential suddenly erupted, like a rainbow after a rain, building a colorful cloud bridge between him and the woman in white. The woman was suddenly attacked, and her body flew up and back. Chongxuan's body swept out horizontally, and he had already snatched it in front of her, and his hand was slightly raised, and the cloak was suddenly taken off by him.

The woman stood quietly in the night, and the white clothes on her body instantly thanked and returned to stillness.

Under the faint starlight, I saw that her face was full of scars, as if it had been burned by fire, and the skin of her face was full of purple and black glow, which looked extremely terrifying, but a pair of eyes were bright and bright. These eyes were in stark contrast to the festering skin, like two pearls falling into the mire, and they looked extremely dazzling.

Chongxuan was stunned, and was slightly overwhelmed for a while.

The woman's cloak was suddenly removed, and she was a little surprised, but she immediately calmed down, raised her devilish face slightly, and said lightly to Chongxuan: "I suffered a catastrophe when I was young, so I don't want others to see my face. But if you must see it, please watch it. ”

Chongxuan felt slightly ashamed in his heart, although he was full of wisdom and pretended to be talented in helping the world, but in the face of this ugly face, he suddenly felt an unprecedented hesitation. This demonic face actually had a power that pointed directly to his heart, and he fell into an extremely strange predicament.

He had a cloak in his hand, but he didn't know what to do.

The woman looked at him quietly and said, "Give it back to me." Her voice was soft, and she couldn't hear reproach, allowing Chongxuan to drape the cloak over her shoulders.

Chongxuan looked at her, suddenly smiled, and said lightly: "Actually, your face is also fake, isn't it?" ”

The woman also smiled and said, "What is true, what is false, for example, how can this flying flower be said to be true or false?" Her slender fingers lifted, referring to the fireflies flying in the forest. A little firefly fell, illuminating the two of them one by one.

They seemed to be very close apart, and yet they seemed to be very far apart. Far enough to see and hear, but never able to touch each other.

The eternal three thousand weak waters flowed through them, and they were like Nirvana itself, with life on one side and death on the other, and they could only watch over each other forever, but there was no chance for a moment.

The woman smiled and said, "How can the sect leader see my disguise?" ”

Chongxuan still looked at those fireflies: "I just think that you shouldn't be so ugly." These words were like fireflies flying at the end of late autumn, and when they reached the woman's ears, they had already become clear and extinguished.

After a long time, the woman smiled faintly and said, "My name is Danzhen Namu, and I cultivate the Naruo Six Achievement Method. ”

Chongxuan said: "Then if the attainment of the Dharma is the secret practice of the Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism, what is the matter when the master comes to the east?" ”

Dan Zhen Namu said: "It's for the sect leader." ”

Chongxuan sneered: "It is rumored that there are six levels of the Enlightenment Method, among which after the Dream Realm Achievement Method is cultivated to the extreme, you can use the floating world as a great illusion to illuminate the future of all things in the world. I wonder what the master sees? ”

Dan Zhennamu said solemnly: "Corpses and bones are everywhere, and blood is flowing like a river!" ”

Chongxuan said: "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, isn't it fast?" ”

Danjin Namu clasped his hands together and said, "That's exactly what I'm worried about. The sect leader stood among the thousands of corpses, looking up to the sky and smiling. ”

Chongxuan said lightly: "If the sky is like this, how dare you disobey below?" Since this is providential, why did the master come? ”

Dan Jinnamu said: "It's still for you." ”

The birds fluttered and flew in unison, as if startled by this sentence. There is boundless murder in this sentence, the words were said by Danzhen Namu, but the murderous aura is from Chongxuan.

Chongxuan laughed and said: "Why don't the man take Wu Hook, collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures, and send his heart to the world, is it wrong?" ”

Danjin Namu shook his head and said, "It's not the sect leader who is wrong, it's fate. ”

Chongxuan sneered: "Fate? What is the fate you see? ”

Danjin Namu was silent. The fireflies swam by like fish, and her voice was like that of the spirits in the water, although the water gave them freedom, they were trapped in the water for the rest of their lives: "The world belongs to others, and what the sect leader is trying must eventually be like these colorful fireflies." ”

Chongxuan stopped laughing.

When they hear the funniest jokes, many people can't laugh out loud.