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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

The dark night always nourishes the growth of conspiracy, no matter who is working with whom, I like to say: Only the king and me here, out of the king's mouth, into my ears. There is also a saying that heaven and earth know, you know and I know.

In the corner of the secret room in the wilderness, when no one whispered in the middle of the night, he raised his eyes to look at the heaven and the earth, and he didn't care about the moon and the moon.

The moon is like ears, listening to everything that happens in the darkness between heaven and earth.

The moonlight shone on half of their faces, making them look as if they had been crawled up by the darkness in their hearts, a little hideous and complacent.

Eleven, the moon is still cold.

Yan Luoniang is still dancing in front of the Guanghan Palace.

The big red shrimp was lying in front of the Xiuchun Bay River Temple looking at the bright moon in the sky, and on the tree not far away, a nightingale stood there quietly.

The big red pincers of the big red shrimp are holding the thick black chain, and there are runes on the faintly reachable black chain, and this black chain has been refined into his own magic weapon by the big red shrimp sacrifice. The river breeze blows the waves, or the waves drive the wind, wave after wave into the temple and blows on the body of the big red shrimp.

"They're all gone, why are you still here?" The big red shrimp said suddenly, and the sound swept up the treetops with the wind, and the leaves rattled.

"I have nowhere to go." The treetop nightingale suddenly replied, it was a female voice, her voice rose with the wind, walked with the wind, rose naturally, walked without nostalgia. The sound faded away, and only the sound of the river waves crashing on the shore was whirling.

The voice of the big red shrimp seemed to reach thousands of miles away, into the ears of a young man walking in the dark.

"I'll go back to Jiuhuazhou."

The young man looked up at the amber moon in the sky and said to a woman beside him.

"So, are you coming back?" The woman followed quickly, looked at the young man next to her and asked.

The young man paused slightly, strode again, and said, "I don't know." ”

"Li Yingning, you bastard, if you leave, I will go and burn the temple." The woman suddenly stood up, stood there and said loudly.

The young man in front of him paused and said, "The temple is not mine, it is yours, it carries your faith, and I am just a passerby who lights the lamp of faith for you." The temple is here, and I'll be back eventually. ”

With that, he strode into the darkness again. The sword he was carrying glistened in the moonlight, and behind him, the woman crouched on the ground and wept.

In a deep mountain, there is a monkey with a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, wearing a Taoist robe and looking under the peach tree, he has seen the peach blossoms bloom from the peach tree before the leaves have grown, and from the peach blossoms to the current peach blossoms.

A light breeze blew, and the last peach blossom on the peach tree fell, and the monkey seemed to come back to his senses, his eyes blinked, and he was silent for a long time, and then suddenly got up and went in the direction of the mountain.

"Big man, big man, where are you going?"

Not far away, a lark suddenly flew over and hovered over the monkey's head and landed on a small low tree.

The monkey looked up at the lark and said, "A few days ago, I heard that something happened to the Jinghe River God, and I thought I should go there to take a look." ”

"How can they believe the words of chewing the root of their tongue, anything will change the taste in the mouth of that old pig, I think you still don't have to worry, just wait here for the peaches to ripen, I dare to guarantee that this year's peaches will be ripe, and they will be delicious."

"How can it be so fast, this is a peach seed dropped by Heavenly Court, it must take many years to bear fruit." Monkey Road.

"Last night I had a dream that the peach tree was bearing fruit, but you don't know where to go, I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find it. You must not leave this time, this time it will really come to fruition, my dream must be true. The lark said quickly.

The monkey thought for a long time before saying, "The last flower just now has also fallen, and there is no fruit on it, and I also see from the flower that my chance should be in the Jing River." ”

The lark jumped on the branches, as if thinking, and after a while said, "Since you see your chance, then you can go, remember not to be outside for too long, when the peaches will grow, it will be a pity that you don't have time to come back to eat." ”

"If peaches do grow, and the peaches are ripe and I don't come back, you can eat them alone." The monkey said.

"I'm sure I'll eat it, who told you not to come back." The lark said angrily.

The monkey cracked his mouth and smiled, and said, "I'll come back when I go to see it, you don't want to eat the peach alone." ”

After saying that, he walked towards the outside of the mountains, his body walked in the dense forest without any obstacles, as if he was submerged in water, and suddenly he turned back to the lark that was looking at him from the treetops and said loudly: "If that tiger in Nanshan comes to harass you, you say that I will pull out his teeth when I come back." ”

"I know, I'll say you're going to eat him." The lark shouted.

The monkey just smiled and left, if the big red shrimp saw all this, then he would feel that the monkey Taoist he knew before was back,

He in the mountains and he outside the mountains are like two monkeys.

All this is connected to Chen Jing, but it has nothing to do with him at this time, he looked up at the dark sky, the sound of the flute is faint, but it has a magic power that makes people's hearts palpitate, he is under the magic sound, his heart beats.

The black dragon swallowed the gray Jiao with a big mouth, and although the blood lotus of Zarisi also bit him with a big mouth, it was also tightly rolled by him.

While devouring the gray Jiao, the black dragon rolled its eyes and looked at the nine heavens.

I saw that a woman's figure slowly emerged from the blue and red glow, wearing a green gauze, and the pink shirt could be seen from the chest. Her hair was also blue, with strands of pink among them.

The green bamboo flute she held in her hand was gently blowing under her pale red lips, and the ethereal flute sound came out along the flute, echoing in this dark world.

As the flute sound spread from top to bottom, where the flute sound, green clouds and red glow rose all over the sky. And that woman has always been in the highest place in the blue clouds and red clouds, which makes people unreal.

Chen Jing looked up, motionless.

In the center of his eyes, the world was changing rapidly, and for a while, what he saw was not the one in the sky, but in front of a hut, this hut was familiar to Chen Jing, it was the hut that had almost made him lose in the city of Qin Guangwang, and he was still sitting on the bed like that time. On the threshold of the hut sat a young girl playing the flute softly.

The girl's hair was blue, and there was a pink rhyme in it, and it was not tied with anything, and from Chen Jing's angle, I could see her side face, and her hair was disturbed by her behind her ears. The black and white light in Chen Jing's eyes flowed, and he couldn't see anything abnormal, he only felt that all this was ordinary and couldn't be more ordinary, and the real couldn't be more real.

There was a line of inscription on the green bamboo flute in her hand, although it was blocked by her hand, but Chen Jing still remembered that it was engraved: "Borrow a wisp of clear sound from heaven and earth, and wish you eternal happiness." ”

The flute sounds far away, but with a melancholy feeling.

Chen Jing suddenly felt that this scene was very warm, and he was a little reluctant to believe that all this was fake.

He listened infatuately, thinking about his life as a sword shadow, and suddenly felt that everything was meaningless, it was better to live like this, this kind of life was the best.

He slowly closed his eyes, listening to the melodious flute sound, his heart was extraordinarily quiet, he fell asleep deeply, he had not slept for decades, this time he fell asleep very peacefully.