Today's night is a little special. The sky is very bright, and the moon is very round.

Cheng Ziyang carefully stepped on the moonlight, alone along the winding stone road, through the dense tree-lined path, up the stairs, to the top of the mountain. The moonlight carried a hint of chill, like countless silver butterflies rushing in his face, fluttering out silently from the depths of the trees, and feathers fell on his body.

The fragrance of the puff in the shade of the trees wafted with the moonlight, and soaked in such moonlight, many past events seemed to shake like water in the depths of his mind.

"Chief," one of the Anomalous Officers in charge of his guard finally reminded him. "It's likely that it will take a while for them to get here, you see—"

"Well, there's no hurry!" Cheng Ziyang responded, but looked at the system.

"Alas!" How can a system that already knows something about him not understand what he means? So, the system had to tell Xiao Xianglu like this: "Xiao Xiang, you stay here to protect him, I'll go over and look for the master!" ”

"Uh-huh, Koyanagi, go ahead!" The small incense burner is still bouncing on the stove. "Don't worry, he is the master's man, and the master emphasized it before leaving, I will do my best to protect him."

"Oh, then I'll go!" The system then left with peace of mind.

After the system disappeared, the little incense burner jumped in front of Cheng Ziyang: "King of People, where are you going?" I can give you a ride! ”

"I'm not going anywhere, Xiang!" Cheng Ziyang stretched out his hand to caress the small incense burner, which was only the size of a palm, with a smile in his eyes. "I'm just here waiting for them to come back!"

"Oh, then I'll wait with you!" The little incense burner approached Cheng Ziyang very sensibly, and at the same time was vigilant about the surrounding situation.

The mountains are secluded. A touch of mountains is like an ink painting, glowing in the moonlight. In the night, there is the cry of birds, like a flat Tang poem that is elegantly chanting, boundless and quiet; The sound of the stream flowing through the valley is very much like the gentle song words sung in a low voice, endless and silent.

The sound of the waves in the woods has long been extinguished, and the stone steps are like piano keys, and the leisurely footsteps, gently plucking the long mountain strings, the music from the soul is ringing, like the sound of heaven, which makes people can't help but think of the verses of the Chinese poet: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can the world hear it?" ”

After avoiding the hustle and bustle of the mountains, Cheng Ziyang found a bamboo forest, and sat on the thick fluffy bamboo leaves, meditating and meditating.

Over the years, I have experienced many vicissitudes of life, and some of them have disappeared, like rootless leaves that do not know where to fall; Some are unforgettable, like sediment in the river precipitating and silting in the bottom of the heart.

The ancients said: The big is hidden in the city, and the small is hidden in the mountains. He doesn't want to be a hermit, and he can't be a hermit. Originally, I just wanted to live in a spiritual paradise, dwelling in material desires, enduring the teasing and temptation of money, being a mortal who did everything, with my own life, hobbies, career, and no escape from real life.

However, whether in his previous life or in this life, his extremely indifferent desires, thinking that seeing wealth and vanity, fame and fortune as floating clouds, will eventually become Nanke's dream. Over the years, so many hot things seem to be getting closer and closer to him. Its halo is like the light of a kerosene lamp, which becomes more and more dazzling and hard in the darkness, and seems to turn into the sun at any moment, illuminating the whole universe.

"Xiaoxiang, how many years have you been with your master?" Looking at the small incense burner that followed closely, Cheng Ziyang's lips curled slightly: Fortunately, there are still people who can accompany him to bear this!

"Well, I can't figure this out." The little incense burner felt that in front of the king of people, there was nothing to hide. "As soon as the master set foot on the fairy path, I followed her. I was with her until the failure of the ascension, such as Zhuji, Jindan, Yuanying, Out of the Body, Transformation of the Gods, Refining Void, Merging the Dao, Mahayana, and until the failure of the Ascension. ”

"Later, the master traveled to this earthly world, and I followed. So, if you want me to count how many years I've been with her, I can't figure it out anyway. So, I can only say for a long, long, countless years! ”

"Then is it possible for you and your master to return to your world of cultivating immortals?" Cheng Ziyang asked very calmly. Because that's what worries him the most.

"Uh-huh," said the little incense burner, thinking very seriously about this question. Then, she replied truthfully: "King of People, I don't know if the master can go back, I can't go back anyway." ”

"Why?" Cheng Ziyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I'm getting less and less adaptable," the little incense burner told him with a sincere face. "It took me a long time to get used to this plane. If I were to return to the Immortal Cultivation Realm again, I would burst and destroy my soul because I couldn't bear it. At that time, no amount of demon blood will save me......"

At this moment, the moon in the sky is spiritual. That round of mountains and moons looks thin and transparent, like a stream of crystal clear water, which can be seen through, seen through, and seen through.

Such a beautiful moonlight can scrub the dust of people's hearts cleanly, without staining the dust, like a newborn child. The moon was in the shade, the dappled light and shadow were like cold frost, Cheng Ziyang sat on the top of the mountain, and heard the moonlight clanging in the woods and pouring down among the grass.

It's just a pity that such a beautiful moonlight can't be taken away by anyone, including him.

"So, does your master have a sweetheart in the realm of cultivating immortals?" These are the words that have been held in Cheng Ziyang's heart for a long time. Tonight, by the moonlight, he can finally vomit as fast as possible.

"Nope!" The body of the little incense burner swayed from side to side, and his voice revealed a sonorous resoluteness. "In the realm of cultivating immortals, the master is dedicated to cultivating immortals, and he only wants to fly to the upper realm. Don't confuse the master with the emperor's master. The two of them are very different. ”

"Besides, the master's heart is harder than ice. The person who can impress her, so far, I think you are the only one! As he said this, the little incense burner couldn't help but lower his voice. Because she suddenly felt that she was not very sure of what she said.

"Oh, really?" never thought that such words would make Cheng Ziyang's mood better. He stretched out his hands, took the small incense burner in his hands, and played with it carefully.

In fact, in this world, there are so many things that can be moved and taken away, such as money, which can be taken into the ground in bundles after death; Wealth, for example, can be transferred from one place to another; For example, a beautiful woman can meet another one after losing one......

However, there are also many things that cannot be moved or taken away, such as the moon in the sky, who can take the beautiful moon away and keep it for themselves? There is a saying: Today's people don't see the ancient times and moons, but this month once looked like the ancients.

Even thousands of years ago, thousands of years later, the moon still shines as ever. It's a pity that such a beautiful full moon will start to lack again after tonight.

Like many things in the world, when they are perfect, they begin to defect, just as water overflows when they are full, and they wither after the flowering period. The extremes of things must be opposed, and happiness and sorrow may be the truth.

"Toot toot! ……”

Just then, the phone rang.

"Hey!" Maybe it's Ning Xiao's habit that Cheng Ziyang doesn't have a mobile phone on his body. Therefore, the guard hurriedly picked up the phone, inquired, and then handed the mobile phone to Cheng Ziyang. "Chief, it's Lieutenant Colonel Song who are looking for you."

"Uh-huh——!" He took the phone and responded directly. "Hey, I'm Cheng Ziyang......"

The other end of the line seemed to be very lively, and the voices were noisy. Soon, the warm atmosphere quickly infected Cheng Ziyang at this end. His voice became more pleasant.

"I'm already on the mountain, I'll meet you later!" So, he finished saying this sentence with great joy before hanging up the phone and throwing the phone to the guard.

"Let's go, Xiaoxiang!" Immediately afterward, he happily picked up the small incense burner and walked down the mountain. "We'll see your master soon."

Walking down the mountain, the moonlight is still beautiful. The faint clear light falls on the mountains, reflecting the faint people.

Obscured by the foliage and the ruggedness of the mountain road, no one could capture the light footsteps that might be close at hand, but they also knew that they were like the fireflies, which would soon disappear or extinguish.

No one will pay attention to this kind of dumbness and silence with Cheng Ziyang's interpretation on this moonlit night: although what has been lost has been lost, he doesn't want to regain it, let alone see through the red dust and play life at every turn. People always have their own pursuits, and only in the continuous pursuit can the value of life be realized.

"Boss!"

It didn't take long for many people to see him and wave their hands and shout not far away.

Cheng Ziyang even quickened his pace. He's going to melt into the crowd in front of him. Because that is the driving force for him to move forward, and it is also the cornerstone for him to move forward into the unknown.

"How?" He throws this phrase out when hugging every man.

"Good, I made the cut." And every man would reply to him so happily.

In this way, all the thousand words melted into this question and answer.

Finally, he came to Ning Xiao's side. Of course, he still spread out his hands and embraced the woman tightly—the woman he could fight with his life.

"Is everything alright?" It's just that the content of the question has changed.

"Luckily, nothing went wrong!" This hug was too hard, so that Ning Xiao could only pat him on the back. "We can get out of here."

"Good!" At this moment, he just wants to be able to hug this woman for a longer time, hoping to use his fiery heart to melt this woman's hard and indifferent heart.

In this way, the two people quietly hugged each other, and no one dared to step forward to disturb them. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Last Days: The Fairy Wife Rampant Claw Book House" for free for the first time.