Surrounded by mountains, the rugged mountain trails are surrounded by turquoise vegetation and climb to the top. From a distance, it looks like a white python, tightly strangled on the majestic peak, and a black dot is winding up the path.

Whirring, heavy gasps accompanied by footsteps, like a naughty child deliberately disrupting the musician's melody, naughty and messing around.

"Huhu, I'm tired, I've been climbing for two hours, why haven't I seen the top yet!" Heng Huhu fanned his black fan, standing on the white stone steps, looking at the green mountains, high and topless into the sky.

"It's not so easy to find famous mountains and rivers. Hey, I'm glad you're here. Shaking the black fan, I was very glad that I still had the foresight to bring it.

A month ago, after that incident was over, his heart could no longer be calm, nothing went well, he knew why, but he couldn't say it to the people around him. After suffering like this for a few days, he finally stepped over and left the White Tiger Gate.

There are his friends there, thinking of Zhang Long, this humble person who has always wanted to be a human being, and now his long-cherished wish has come true. In any case, he will be the master of the White Tiger Gate in the future, and it is up to him what he can do.

As for himself, he was young and ignorant, he used to laugh at Zhang Long, ridiculing him for being too obsessed with women, not a person who can achieve great things, and ridiculing him for being fascinated by a little woman every time, and now how happy he is for him.

Once they met, they were surrounded by clouds for many days, and he was also haunted by the sentence "madam" many times, and even despised that he liked such a woman, annoyed by his shameless thinking, and how many times he was stung by the word madam.

Now, he didn't think about anything, and left, leaving the White Tiger Gate, leaving his friends, wandering around aimlessly. On rainy days, he walks in the pouring rain, the wind howls and he goes against the wind, and the sun is scorching, and he climbs the peak. Not for anything else, just to be tired, to fatigue himself, to prostrate himself, he wants to let himself live under high load every day, he wants to be so tired that as soon as he lies down, he will fall asleep without knowing what he knows. In short, he wants to make himself want nothing, no one.

So, after whirring, he started climbing, he hated high places, and he liked high places. Because the wind is strong and can bring a cool breath and clear his mind, he hates it. He likes high places because they are closer to the sun and hotter and can make him dizzy, so he likes it.

So he still climbed up, snorting and climbing, crawling until he was sweating profusely, crawling so dizzy that he forgot the scenery on the road, and as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, he closed his eyes in a dark and gloomy manner, and lay down to arrange where he was.

Knock knock, Heng shook his head in pain, turned over and continued to sleep. Knock knock, knock knock, body beating to the beat of the drum, and the ground below the body is also shaking with the sound of the drum. Knock knock knock......

"Damn, who the is sick, running to the top of such a high mountain to play drums, and when you are full, you can carry stones. Heng, who was disturbed by his good dream, rubbed his eyes and jumped up and scolded, what is the thing that doesn't open his eyes, don't you see that my brother is sleeping?

Knock knock, the drum beat is still arrogant and arrogant, the surrounding flowers and trees are also swaying with the drum beat, and gradually, the surrounding stones are also beating with the drum beat. He could feel his heart beating wildly.

"Which birdman, give it to Lao Tzu to come out, don't beat the drum there again. Annoyed, Heng promoted his rank for the first time and began to claim the title of Lao Tzu for the first time.

Knock knock, the drum beat didn't pay any attention to his scolding, still thinking there. The second time Heng was so despised that his anger was churning, and he picked up the only black fan around him and fanned it wildly, as if this fan could fan out the anger in his heart.

Strange things happened, it has always been plain and bland, ordinary Heng, no extraordinary strength, and no peerless supernatural powers. The annoying drumbeat was still ringing when his fan was shaking, but it wasn't so annoying, it was starting to sound pleasant, and the surrounding stones and trees were still, as quiet as listening to a concert.

Knock knock, the drum beat seemed to be angry, beating more urgently than before, the drum beat denser, and the sound was louder. Playing happily, Heng Zheng was having fun, and fanned harder with the beat of the drums. The dense drumbeat suddenly turned into the sound of dense raindrops, and it was squirming, but it was not amazing at all.

"Haha, boy, I've met a master. Heng shook the black fan and happily lay down on the ground again, as if the person who was drumming was not himself, but someone else, and he had completely become a bystander, watching with great pleasure.

The drum seemed to understand his schadenfreude, and it didn't sound again, like a shy child who had eaten a defeated battle, and obediently hid in his mother's arms.

"Hehe, stinky boy, count yourself as acquaintance, self-aware. Brother slept. Heng is glad that the opponent can stop at the point, at least not like the little pheasant who doesn't know how to educate. can be regarded as knowing the etiquette of the rivers and lakes, and it is not until the point is called by himself. So he lay down contentedly, and did not blame him for waking him up from his sweet dreams.

Whoosh, a purple light burst through the air, hanging and hanging from the tip of Heng's nose that was just about to lie down. Boom, a towering tree behind him, dust raised. It is conceivable that Heng is of course not as thick as the rough bark of a big tree, so if he doesn't just want to lie down, his head will be worse than that of a big tree.

"Okay, you kid, Lao Tzu was still praising you just now, and he actually plotted against Lao Tzu. The angry Heng got up, and his face was full of anger when he had escaped, and he wasted his good intentions, thinking that he was an educated man, but he would take revenge, hateful, really hateful.

Whoosh, another strong wind hit, this time the purple was even more playful, and it came faster. So Heng didn't have time to lie down at all, and there was no other big tree that would automatically stand in front of him. The purple light passed straight through the woods, and everywhere it went, it was silent, and when it encountered the flowers and trees that were blocked, it was gently penetrated, and the flowers and plants were unscathed.

Whoosh, in an instant, the purple light had come to the eyes, passing through the chest. Hmm, Heng opened the black fan and blocked it to his chest. The purple light disappeared in front of the black fan, or entered the black fan, without a trace, without a sound.

"How is it possible, what kind of weapon can block my purple dragon qi. A voice said in surprise, charming and lazy, noble and helpless.

Women, how can there be women here......