I have to say that Zhu Xiaoyu, who is the most maverick in the Qingye Division and also has maverick capital, did not give Xu Zi'an the thirty taels of money when he was in Bocheng, and the young man's speculation is infinitely close to the truth, although there are some discrepancies, but it does not affect the general idea.

Through Duoduo's narration, Xu Zi'an knew that there was another terrifying existence outside this world, about the connection between the underworld and the underworld, if according to Duoduo, the underworld stone in his heart is an incarnation of the Hades in the world, then when the four forbidden places appear in the world at the same time, the Hades will be awakened, and he will become a ............

The incarnation of the Immortal?

The boy shook his head, thinking that the joke was very cold and not funny.

He suddenly remembered a small white flower blooming in the dark, a certain starry sky that he hadn't seen in a long time, and an old book.

Everything else seems to have some clues, but the old book has no clue, in the lake of the shou, he saw the handwriting in the book, looking at the handwriting in the old book, he broke the lake in the deep eyes of the shou, and also evacuated some of the fog in his mind, but so far he has no time, and there is no chance to explore the puzzles in the old book alone, these things can only be delayed until now, now Duoduo has entered Beijing with the army, he also has the opportunity to be alone, thinking that the night is long anyway, it is not far from Kyoto, and he does not need to hurry to get to Kyoto before the Yuexi test, Xu Zi'an took out the old book from his armsand gently opened the first page.

A mysterious and brilliant starlight suddenly appeared in his eyes, but unlike before, the starlight he saw was extremely real, the star was beside him, he only needed to stretch out his hand, he could touch the faint brilliance of the star, the starlight flowed in his fingertips like floating, slowly flowing from the finger gap to his palm, and the lines on the palm gradually accumulated, and finally like a small river, it was like a small river, with a breathtaking overflow, and the other young man was addicted to it for a while and had no time to read the second word.

It was a long time before the boy came back to his senses from the starry stream.

Withdrawing his gaze from the old book, his eyes were still deeply infatuated, Xu Zi'an frowned suspiciously, he remembered that in the lake that Mo Shou specially set off for him, he really saw the ink characters in the old books, and saw the scenery in the ink words, he remembered that the first word he saw at that time was reason, the second word was ran, and the third word was law, for which he also experienced the thrill of role-playing in the different landscapes created by these ink characters, I saw a lot of ink characters in the book, but now there is only a piece of starlight left in his eyes again? And it is different from before, before that, he could see countless stars in the old book, but he never really felt the existence of starlight, now he can only starlight, what about those beautiful stars of different colors?

The boy lay on the ground with his hands behind his head, and pressed out some of the tender grass that had just come out of the green.

The moonlight in the night sky is bright, the night clouds are like a thin veil from time to time to hide the stars in the sky, one bright and one dark like a very lovely eyes, Shen Li once said that the mystery of this old book even he can't really sort out, and it is undoubtedly delusional that he wants to understand, since he can't understand it, then he can only go with the flow, in this world, there are many things that can not be answered by hard thinking, and the answer may also be on the road, only where to go, can you see the true chapter.

He was still a teenager, still very young, not in a hurry, he could explore slowly until the day when everything came to light.

Xu Zi'an took out a hand from the back of his head and put it on his chest, where was a big beating and tenacious heart.

This is his own heart, and it can only be his own heart, it is given to him by Shen Li, even if it is really a dark stone, it is also Shen Li's dark stone, how can it have anything to do with the Hades? What's more, how can there be such an unreliable third-rate boring existence in this world as the Hades who obviously exudes no imagination and has no imagination?

Feeling the surging vitality gushing out of his heartbeat, the boy muttered to himself, and the boy slowly fell asleep, not seeing the little white flower in his dream, not seeing the endless night, sleeping very peacefully and peacefully.

...............

It is normal for Xu Zi'an, who has a shallow understanding of this world, not to understand these mysteries outside the world, but it does not mean that others understand, if the old man is still alive in the world, he will definitely kindly tell him that the ink characters he could see in the lake at the beginning were actually just what the young man saw through his eyes.

The old man is the head of several big night divisions of the Qing Ye Division, in addition to having the vast wisdom, he himself is also a strong man in the upper three realms, Xu Zi'an was trapped in the lake in his eyes, the young man was reading in the lake, why not read in his eyes, Mo Shou is the peak of the world, he has seen the infinite scenery on the road, he can naturally see the real content and the beautiful scenery in each ink word through the surface of the old book, through the eyes of the Mo Shou, Xu Zi'an is fortunate to also appreciate the ink style between the old books.

Although compared with when he was afraid of the mountains, he has now crossed the most difficult two moats, and has the capital to enter the Tao and practice, but he lacks a suitable opportunity or exercise, but it is undeniable that the essence has not changed.

Today, he is still struggling in the mud pond, but now he has hope of climbing out of the mud pond.

People struggling in the muddy pond, no matter how bright their eyes are, no matter how serious their eyes are, but due to the limitations and constraints of their vision and environment, at most they can only see a few more new mud, find a few more helpless toads that are also trapped in the mud pond, the clouds in the sky are still just a floating dream that swims unintentionally in their eyes, and the scene of Manli outside the mountain can only exist in their imagination.

But fortunately, after all, the boy has seen the real scene in the old book, and his vision will definitely undergo some wonderful changes in the subtle way, just like at this time, he can really feel the existence of the starlight in the old book, and even pick up a handful of starlight to let it flow in the palm of his hand like the Milky Way, no longer as before, after opening the book, he can only see a piece of star, those quiet or subtle stars are beautiful, but after all, they are too far away, like the real night stars on the horizon, far less than the real touch of it at this time。

Shen Li didn't even know much about the mystery of the old book, who was Shen Li? He could only admit the things he couldn't understand, how could he not have some earth-shattering ghosts and gods?

These are the later words, the life of the teenager is just the beginning, the time is still early, the night is still long, and the teenager has opened a new chapter.

...............

There is no rooster crowing in the green mountains, it is sunshine to wake up the young man, the first rays of morning light of dawn sprinkled on the young man through the layers of green leaves, Xu Zi'an looked embarrassedly at the patches of white meat exposed from the ragged clothes, thinking that it was necessary to change his clothes, otherwise he would enter Kyoto like this, and others would not say that he was a hooligan?

This roast is the one when the white-clothed Taoist escaped from the ding, all the way by the fire and the rain, by the mountain wind and dyed green by the new grass, at this time, it has already been ragged into strips of cloth, on the degree of tatters and the small yellow umbrella on a fight, but the small yellow umbrella is rotten, but it just can't cover the rain and can't avoid the sun, anyway, when it was still in the form of a pavilion outside Yuzhen, it never really covered the rain, at this time it was nothing more than leaking rain, and there was no big difference.

But I'm different, I'm going to enter Beijing to participate in the Yuexi Test, no matter how poor I am, I can't be called a hooligan.

Shen Li is a big hooligan, he doesn't want to be a little hooligan.........

The robe that was more like a rag strip hanging on his body was slightly rectified, at least to ensure that some important parts would not be exposed, and the young man packed his luggage, the so-called luggage was naturally a small yellow umbrella with a sealed knife and an old book, and a large pile of more than 100 taels of broken silver from Yuzhen in his arms, and he walked out of the forest with some embarrassment and continued to walk in the direction of Kyoto.

There are no clothing shops with signboards in the vast green mountains, but there are many black shops without signboards, and I bought a long gown that has obviously been hanging for a long time in a roadside shop that is not particularly dark, and the young man did not dare to think about the pile of broken silver of the white flowers that had just been separated from him, for fear that he would not be able to help but feel distressed when he thought about it, and fought with the store for three days and three nights.

"You can't fight with people because of a piece of clothing, although this is not a barren mountain, but it is not easy to find such a clothing store, and the person who entered the store said that they were a black store, and the attitude was sincere, and it was not a strong sale, and he couldn't find it even if he was looking for a reason."

The young man crossed a deep ditch that suddenly stopped in front of him, and his mouth was chattering, and when he saw it, it turned out that the deep ditch was actually a channel for watering the ridges of the field, but it was not the water season at this time, and there was no water flowing along the irrigation channel to moisten the seedlings in the field.

The closer you get to Kyoto, the more gentle the terrain is, and even the undulating mounds are difficult to see, and instead of the green mountains and green grass, the ridges of the fields reclaimed by the farmers are quite a few trees, but they are not as vicissitudes as the old trees in the mountains, and they look like men in the prime of their lives.

Looking at the butterflies swimming in the ridges and the yellow warblers singing on the trees, the corners of the young man's mouth curled up and he was about to sigh again, but when he suddenly came back to his senses, he found that his mouth seemed to have not stopped all the way, and he couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that he had only left Yuzhen for a few days, how did he become so chattering?

People say that the older they get, the more they talk, especially after knowing the destiny of heaven, they have not yet reached the crown, and no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the destiny of heaven, so where did the chatter along the way come from? Where did the quiet young man who was like a shallow stream, like a breeze like a stone, go? After thinking for a while, Xu Zi'an finally figured out what kind of chatter it was, which was just an external manifestation of longing, anxiety and nervousness in his heart.

After all, it is Kyoto Castle, the first male castle on the entire main road, a prosperous place where the world's power and wealth are gathered, where there is, where there is, where there is, the further you go, the closer you are to here, and the more complex emotions in your heart will be.

Time passed unhurriedly and stubbornly, the young man also moved forward more or less slowly, the new shirt on his body provoked the dust on the side of the road to be swept up, the back of the oblique sealing knife to the sky in the cloth wrapped in only faintly visible handle, the pale yellow small broken umbrella at this time became a pale yellow small crutch, the old book was held in the hand of the young man, he took a few glances in his spare time, and walked again after the tiredness in his eyes was swept away by the quiet starlight, and the green shirt on his body was matched with the boy.

As he passed through a forest, a large leaf obscured the boy's eyes, and the boy gently brushed the leaf away, and then he saw a city.

That castle was called Kyoto Castle.

Looking at where he looked, the young man showed a sincere smile, and a thousand words came to his heart at once, and finally turned into a sentence.

I'm coming.