The next day, a red sun rose over the sea, Ling Luo lazily rubbed his eyes, woke up, and picked up the blade of the lower string. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The killing intent trapped in the sword was furious again, and they were like an invisible flame enveloping the white sword body, throbbing and struggling violently, but they couldn't get out of the suppression of the sword body.

Ling Luo found a tree, cut off a piece of wood, and slowly sharpened it into a scabbard, bringing the lower string blade into the scabbard.

Ling Luo untied the dark cyan ancient sword on his back, the two swords were tied together, and the killing intent on the lower blade suddenly calmed down!

"Huh......"

Ling Luo is so strange, this is like a brutal wolf in front of a fierce tiger, having to give in.

Ling Luo was surprised, shook his head in confusion, and put the two swords on his back diagonally.

Wander around the island and see if there's anything to eat. He could not catch any birds flying in the sky, any fish swimming in the water, or any beasts running on the island, so he had to pick some fruit from the trees to satisfy his hunger.

Ling Luo lay on the grass and slept lazily, and in the afternoon, a breeze blew while he was half asleep, carrying the fragrance.

It is the aroma of grilled fish!

Ling Luo got up and smelled the aroma to find the source, and soon he found a fire, on which was driving a burnt grilled fish, in this desert island, there was a fire to grill fish?

It smells so good! I can't stand it! Ling Luo grabbed it and gnawed a few bites, and in the blink of an eye, a big fish was left with bones and thrown on the ground.

On the beach not far away, a slender old man held a wooden harpoon in one hand and a writhing sea fish in the other, looking at Ling Luo angrily.

"Okay, you dead boy, old man, the fish I worked so hard to grill was actually eaten by you. ”

"Senior, my stomach was hungry, and I saw a fish, so I ate it, and I will compensate you for one. ”

"Drink, in this mayfly sea, can you catch fish with this body, bake the fish for me for a few days and count you as aparation, and then roll where you should roll, don't let me see it, otherwise I will be beaten once." ”

The old man waved the wooden harpoon in his hand as he spoke, roasted it quickly, and threw the fish in his hand beside Ling Luo.

Ling Luo was in the middle of escaping death, and there was no hope of returning to the mortal world, when he heard this, he was angry in his heart and scolded: "You dead old man, when I catch a fish, I will definitely return you, why are you so deceitful?"

Ling Luo glanced at the old man, took the sea fish and put it on with a stick, and roasted it on the fire.

"That's pretty much it. ”

The old man sat leisurely on the grass with a yellowed scroll in his hand, leaning against a large tree.

"Boy, if you want to eat enough on this island, you have to rely on me, and from now on, you must serve me. ”

Ling Luo glanced at the old man:

"Hey, you dead old man, you want me to serve you? ”

After another three hours, at noon, Ling Luo felt hungry again, and he followed the example of the old man, and found a branch to catch fish on the beach.

The old man looked at the yellowed scroll in his hand and smiled contemptuously: "Huh, can you catch a fish like this?"

"I'll take it back for you to see. ”

Half an hour later, Ling Luo came back with a tired face. "Alas, it's hard to catch a fish. ”

The old man pointed to the fire:

"This one is baked, boy, you bake me another one. He threw another big golden gun in his hand, and Ling Luo had no choice but to patiently roast the fish on the fire.

Before I knew it, a few days passed, and the days passed peacefully, and every day I grilled two fish, and I fell asleep when I was sleepy.

Dragged a serious injury, and the pain of tearing in his chest from time to time, Ling Luo always gritted his teeth to get through. His physical condition is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and he doesn't know how long he can survive.

was chased so fiercely by thousands of people before, and escaped from the ravine in embarrassment, this calm at this time made Ling Luo feel very rare, and I don't know if the people from the Seven Realms of Xianmen are still searching for him.

Ling Luo glanced at the old man, who always held a yellowed ancient scroll, leaning against the big tree and looking at it leisurely, from time to time he let out a tone of exclamation, and from time to time showed an expression of understanding.

"All things are not evil, Ze and eternal are not benevolent, long in ancient times but not old, covering heaven and earth, carving all forms but not coincidental. It's called heavenly bliss!"

At this time, the old man closed the book and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Wonderful, wonderful! The old man only realized today that the true way of heaven is not to move his mind, not to ask questions, and not to seek transformation. ”

Yu Yu shook his head, opened the book again, and continued to read.

Ling Luo turned the grilled fish and said lightly: "Fallacy." ”

When the old man heard this, his tone was very unhappy: "Boy, what did you say?"

"Fallacy! nonsense!" Ling Luo repeated.

The old man stood up from under the tree and approached Ling Luo:

"How is this ancient scroll of sacred words a fallacy, nonsense, and nonsense? Okay, I want to listen to your reasoning!"

The grilled fish was a little yellow, and Ling Luo smelled the aroma and was very satisfied.

"Why do I want to tell you my reasoning? There are so many truths in this world, there are ancient scrolls, I have my reasoning, even if I convince you, it does not prove that I persuaded the person who wrote this ancient scroll, and the person who wrote this ancient scroll is not here, how can I know that my reasoning will not be refuted by him?"

The old man smiled with interest.

"Boy, you're kind of funny. So all you have to do today is convince me that I don't care if the man who wrote this scroll can contradict you. If you convince me, from tomorrow onwards, I will grill fish for you boy, and I will serve you, grandpa. ”

When Ling Luo heard this, he smiled slyly: "It's so good, it's decided." ”

He took a bite of the grilled fish and swallowed it bit by bit.

"This God, the destruction of all things is not because of violence, the grace that has been passed down through the ages is not out of benevolence, and he has lived longer than the ancient times, but he does not feel that he has a long life, covering the sky and carrying the earth, and giving all things the shape but not thinking it is ingenious. I said, violent benevolence is nothing but human emotion, and the destruction of grace is only the act of human naming, and whether it is longer than ancient times or whether it covers heaven and earth and carves all kinds of forms, it is a word made by man. It's like a horse lover who puts a gorgeous saddle on a horse and says self-righteously: Well, this is the joy of horses. But I don't know that the gorgeous saddle is the joy of people. Freedom is the joy of horses. It's stupid!"

Ling Luo took another bite of the grilled fish, pouting and slurring his words: "I said, this day does not exist." ”

The old man listened to him until he had finished, stood there in a daze, and after a long time spoke:

"I don't agree with your statement, but I can't refute you for a while, let's just say it!"

The old man flipped a page of the scroll and handed it to Ling Luo and pointed it:

"Look at the last sentence again!"

Ling Luo looked at the old man's fingers: "Knowing that he is helpless and peaceful, virtue is also the best." ”

"Do you believe in your fate?"

Ling Luo was stunned...... Life?

He had never thought about this problem, since he left Yunmo Village, he had been in the mortal world for seven years, and his status, military power, and fame ...... It was not what he asked for, but it came one after the other. But the only time he fought for it with all his might became so far away......

"What is life?" Ling Luo asked rhetorically.

The old man closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and then said slowly:

"From this moment forward, the people, events, pains, joys you have experienced, the scenery you have seen, the vocal music you have heard, every word you have spoken, and so on. These are your lives. From this moment on, you will experience people, events, pains, joys, the scenery you will see, the vocal music you will listen to, every word you will say, and so on. These are also your lives. It's just that the next part of the calculation is something you don't know, and although you don't know it, it will inevitably happen. Because the world does not know, they think that there is no life, and they go against it, and in the end they end up with bruises all over their bodies, and they are all stupid!"

From this moment forward, Ling Luo has experienced too much, and Yunmo Village is at ease...... Jiangnan Poetry Club 10,000 people with the car...... The high altar of Falling Tide City worships the general...... The fine willow camp marched east and west, galloping thousands of miles...... At the head of Luoxi City, countless northern soldiers patrolling the city opened their bows and arrows at him......

Countless images and those familiar but distant faces flashed in my mind one by one.

"Knowing that it is helpless and peaceful, virtue is also. Hahaha!"

The old man held the yellowed scroll in his hand, turned and walked towards a cave with a smile.

Ling Luo looked at the night sky in the west, which was the direction of Falling Tide City, and he whispered to himself to the starry sky:

"If these are fates, then I don't believe it. ”

It was late at night, and a grilled fish was tired from the lower abdomen, and Ling Luo went to the meadow, and fell asleep with his head on his hands.

Fate will eventually give him a heavy rebuttal to today's words, so heavy that he will have to bear it with everything.