"Collected Records-Words"

The eighth child is teaching in the school.

Everyone doesn't like to call his real name, everyone likes to call him by his screen name.

He also has an identity, a food blogger.

Because he is proficient in Chinese and has a strong ability to rhyme, he has an extra rich income in addition to being a teacher.

Looking at the children under the school, he felt melancholy for no reason.

Back then, he was a senior disciple under Mr. Xi Yingzhen, and he was determined to cultivate to the heavens, but now he can only be a teacher, and he doesn't have that talent.

I have to mention here that Mr. Xi Yingzhen is already a great educator!

Lao Ba coughed twice, and the children below looked expectant.

They were waiting for the teacher to utter the opening quote:

"Hey, hey! It's class! ”

Lao Ba opened the book:

"Today we're going to teach 'Slurry'."

"This is the result of the interpretation of the ancient scriptures by the saints of this world, everyone study hard!"

He cleared his throat and said loudly:

"People don't know, but they don't know it, and they don't care about it? - Some people don't know my name, but I'm not angry yet, and that's a gentleman.

If a gentleman is not heavy, he is not authoritative. - A gentleman must be heavy-handed when beating people, otherwise he will not be able to establish his prestige.

A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. - I love money, so it makes sense to take your money!

If it comes, it will be safe. - Since you're here, let's be buried here.

The son does not speak of strangeness, force, chaos, and God. - The master did not want to speak, and used a strange force to beat the person unconscious.

Unrighteous wealth and nobility are like floating clouds to me. - Ill-gotten money is like a cloud to me.

Chaowen said, death can be carried out. - Hear me coming in the morning, and you'll have to die tonight.

If everything is prepared, it will be established, and if it is not prepared, it will be wasted. - Whenever there is a fight, as long as you hesitate, the other side will stand up. If you don't hesitate, you can directly scrap the opposite side.

The master traveled east and saw the two children arguing about the day. - The Master goes to the east to fight, and the children are discussing whether the people who fight with the Master will see the sun tomorrow.

Parents are here, don't travel far, there must be a way to travel. ——

Your parents are in my hands, you can't escape, even if you do, I have a way to get you back!

The initiator has no aftermath. ——

The mastermind of this matter has been beaten by me.

Ghosts and gods stay away. ——

Once the Master is powerful, even the ghosts and gods will have to stay away from him in awe!

Those who lack strength will give up in the middle of the road——

Those who are not as strong as me can only be defeated by me in the way.

Don't be ashamed to ask——

If you see that I am not ashamed of myself, you go below and ask.

Three years have not changed the way of the father, which can be described as filial piety. ——

If you don't recognize me as a father for three years, it can be regarded as filial piety.

When a man is about to die, his words are good. ——

Beat people to the point of death, and the words spoken are good.

Benevolence and righteousness –

In fact, these two words are pictographs and are not that complicated. 仁, the glyph is a person, a two, which means the technique of cutting a person in half. Righteousness is the power to hammer someone else's head into the chest.

I want to be benevolent, and I want to be benevolent -

Whoever I want to cut in half can be cut in half

A gentleman is not a weapon——

A true gentleman does not disdain to use weapons when beating people

Reviewing the past and learning the new can be a teacher——

Looking back on my achievements that year, I have a new understanding, and now I am equivalent to a division alone

A gentleman wants to be receptive to words and quick to act. ——

When a gentleman is fighting, don't talk nonsense and do it directly

There is no class in teaching——

I'm teaching you how to do things, no matter what kind of person you are

Clever words, fresh and benevolent——

People who use rhetoric to please others (without strengthening themselves) will never learn the technique of "benevolence".

The son said on the river, the deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night-

The Master stood by the river and said, "Those who seek death are like the waters that rush away, and come to death day and night."

Yan Yuan mourned, Zi said, oh, heaven mourned——

The master's disciple Yan Yuan died, and the master said, "Huh? Doesn't the Emperor of Heaven want to live?

Words must be believed, deeds must be fruitful——

No matter what I say, you must believe it, otherwise I will use my actions to make you have no good fruit to eat

Zi said, three hundred poems, in a word, the thought is innocent-

The master said, "I can suppress the three hundred people who study the Book of Poetry with a single word, and none of them dare to have different intentions."

If you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand—

If you don't learn etiquette to respect me, I'll beat you until you can't stand up

The son of the plough ox, the post and the horn, although you want not to use it, the mountains and rivers give it up—

I wanted to use the horns of this cow, but it didn't give it to me, so I used the divine power of pulling out the mountain and lifting the top to force it down

To fight without teaching the people is to abandon it—

It is not okay not to teach students martial arts and fighting, it is tantamount to giving up on them

A man is about to die, and his words are good—

People (no matter how arrogant) they will talk to me when they are about to be beaten to death by me

The gentleman is in righteousness, and the villain is in profit-

The gentleman is proficient in using "righteousness" techniques, and the villain will only rely on sharp weapons

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is also knowing——

You know what you know, and you can't know what you don't know, understand?

I have not seen the Rigid—

I haven't seen anyone who is still stiff-mouthed in front of me. ”

The students below were in an uproar:

"Teacher, it turns out that the saints of ancient times are such hooligans!"

The eighth said proudly:

"That is, except for our saints, no one can be called a saint!"

......

"Collecting the Legacy - Laughing Sword Love"

The moon is cold and cold, and the forest is dashing.

The moon is cold, shining on the dead leaves, and the forest is cold.

The woodland was quiet, and it seemed that it had always been so harmonious and silent.

The wind blew, and the leaves moved.

The things hanging from the trees moved along with them.

When I put it, it was still dripping something.

Dripping something, hitting the fallen leaves, makes a "ticking" sound.

The silence was broken by a voice, startling two sleeping crows.

"Wow-wow-"

Two crows shook their shiny black feathers and flew to another forest under the cold moon, and one of them rolled his dark eyes and looked strangely at what was hanging from the tree.

The glowing thing always attracts the attention of the birds, and the man has a broken knife in his hand, and the moonlight shines on it, and it is amazingly bright.

It must be a treasure knife.

It's a pity that it's broken.

A broken knife can also kill, and it doesn't matter if it's a pity.

A few black feathers fluttered down on the dead wood.

Hanging on a tree and swaying in the wind, like a hanged ghost, disappeared in place.

He squatted on a tree, clutching two crows in his hands, flicking bird legs, and still a little energetic.

Xing Li twisted off the crow's head and stuffed the flesh into his mouth.

Running the exercises, the mass of hair in his mouth that was still mixed with hair immediately turned into energy.

He was still hungry, he was weak, and he needed immediate nourishment.

He wants to eat meat.

Preferably meat with aura.

The monster is naturally good, but he has a small hobby.

Cannibalism.

The status of humans and demons is the same now, there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority.

In this part of the southern border, cannibalism is not a big deal, it is a place where life and death seek opportunities, a place of training, and a paradise for the wicked.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night of murder.

Normally, at this time, he should wander through the mountains looking for a lonely monk, like a leopard hunting his favorite prey.

But recently, a hero has come to the south.

It is said to be a woman.

Pick a thief like him to kill, and randomly select three days every month.

As long as there is no force to come here to do justice, the Order Division will not care, and no one can do it except for that saint to change the southern border alone.

What's more, this place is also under the name of Lixing, although that person doesn't care.

But just one name is enough.

Raise your eyes to kill the Eight Heavenly Emperors of the Sea Covering Realm, and everyone knows the famous murderous name of the star, which can stop children crying at night.

In the three star fields occupied, people may privately talk about that Qingping's legendary past and tell about his adventures.

But no one dared to talk about the star.

It's a well-known fact that the adult doesn't like the world, or life.

Therefore, it is really unexpected that someone dares to come here to act as a hero.

"Phew."

Xing Li spat out a mouthful of blood, jet black, splashed on the tree.

wiped the corners of his mouth and said viciously:

"Stinky girl, don't fall into my hands, if you don't play with a mess of meat, Lao Tzu won't be called a cannibal ghost!"

But his body was trembling.

Half because of weakness, half because of fear.

He's almost in the realm of moving mountains.

But the man only stabbed him.

It's so fast that you can't see the shadow.

The next second he lost consciousness, and the hero put away his knife and left, and when he closed his eyes, he seemed to have hung himself from a tree.

People often come to this forest, killing people and goods.

Presumably as a warning - to restrain some evil deeds.

Or is it pure fun?

He didn't know, but he knew he wasn't an opponent.

He also knew that if he didn't eat anything, he would die and become a lonely ghost, and maybe before the laws of the ghost realm could suck him away, he would be cultivated into a ghost slave by the soul of the southern realm.

The elixir on his body was all gone, and the storage ring was gone, as if he had been split into ashes by that knife.

Heaven was on his side, and he saw a man sleeping on a stone on a small dirt bag in front of the woodland.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and the man covered his face with a plantain.

The man was dressed in a strange outfit that looked like the style of that place in the West, a fancy robe with a few words rendered in exaggerated colors:

Waiting for you in Sand City at eight o'clock tonight.

He knew it was something called the Internet Spiritual Web Game, a phrase from a very famous game in which mortals and unenterprising monks were more than happy to spend their time.

He must have come from a wealthy family.

Otherwise, you can't afford to play that "Sand City is waiting for you" game.

He must have cultivated very high.

Otherwise, you won't be able to lie here unharmed.

He must be an idiot.

Otherwise he wouldn't have slept here unguarded.

In the South, you can't afford to lose your heart.

Even if it is a personal disciple or a biological son, it may kill you in the next second.

Just for the opportunity, the opportunity here is far from being comparable to the other three realms.

The Taoist view in the north is not counted, it is a divine object given by the saint to sentient beings, although there are also in the south, but the location of the appearance is very random, it only appears one day a year, it may be buried in the ground, it may float in the clouds, it may fall in the dung pit.

Xing Li made a simple judgment.

Then he was ready to make a move.

In addition to his bloodthirsty magic skills, he also has several magical powers that are the foundation of his life.

One is the law of interest, and the other is the feigned death of the fetus.

So he approached the man silently, and stepped on the fallen leaves without making a sound, as if they had lost their brightness, and the leaves did not rise or fall at all.

Very close, he raised the broken knife.

The section is as smooth as a mirror, and the blade is shining cold.

This knife can still kill, it's not old.

Xing Li felt his heart screaming.

I survived! When I reach the top, I must make the world tremble!

The man didn't react, the plantain leaves covered his face, and the moonlight shone on the plantain leaves.

Strange, how is it the blue moonlight?

As soon as he saw Bise, he had a heart attack.

That blue knife, he will never forget.

So he looked back before he died.

Beauty, eyebrows flutter like that.

The green silk is tied into a ponytail and hung on the back of the head.

A black man dressed in a cigarette shirt, so wanton.

The slender posture reminds people of the heroine in the script, walking in the dark clothes at night, swords in the rivers and lakes, meeting the hero, and making a lifelong deal.

There was an awe-inspiring aura in his eyes.

Xing Li moved his throat.

He felt that in addition to fear, he also had a different kind of emotion, which many people had not experienced.

He has eaten girls, eaten girls, eaten young women, eaten old women with wrinkled skin, there is no difference between beauty and ugliness for him, only the meat is tender, his favorite food is still girls, tender and clear, the taste is both sweet and sour, and there are endless memories.

But he had never been so eager to eat a man.

He fell in love with the woman in front of him.

The ogre loves a person, that is, he eats that person's heart, and eats it with tears.

So he turned his blade.

He laughed and dropped the blade.

He pounced.

Changbi penetrated his heart.

Blood, sprinkled all over the ground.

Closing his eyes, he smiled with relief.

Since I can't eat you, then die by your sword, and it is a beautiful ending for me to be able to be pierced through the heart by your knife.

My master ate my parents.

I ate my master.

I hope to find someone who is willing to nibble on each other with me.

If you can't say yes.

Then please let death bring an end to the story between us, yours, or mine.

The corpse fell on the fallen leaves, and the breathing method was ineffective, making a startled sound of a forest bird.

Frightened forest birds, disturbing people's dreams.

The man sleeping on the dirt bag pulled the banana leaves off his face and stretched.

patting the clothes on his body that read "Waiting for you in Shacheng at eight o'clock tonight", the man looked back:

"Who, don't look at the presence of others in the field at night."

He saw the awe-inspiring woman wiping the blood from the blue knife.

Yu Zi glanced at him with a smile:

"Pretend! You can see it clearly, don't you? ”

Fu Qingfeng smiled:

"How can a woman wronged someone, a contemptible person would only like to sleep until he woke up naturally, and would never peep at such a despicable thing in a dream."

The woman put the knife back into its sheath, took out a vial, poured some white powder, sprinkled it on Xing Li's corpse, and immediately raised white smoke, turning into dry bones in the blink of an eye, and then the bones turned into mud, seeping into the ground, offering the last value to the earth.

clapped his hands and squinted at the man in front of him:

"What are you doing here?"

The man snorted:

"What is the Great General of the Western Realm doing here?"

The woman seemed to be angry in her heart, and she didn't look at the man squarely:

"I just like to be chivalrous and righteous, what's wrong! After a while, I'll retire and come here to be a hero who punishes evil every day. ”

Man scratches his head:

"I'm not worried about you."

The woman fell silent suddenly, and the man was silent.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, and a round of crescent moon looked at each other wordlessly.

After a while, Yu Zixiao said softly:

"Are you leaving?"

"I'm going to go far."

Yu Zixiao turned her face and looked at Fu Qingfeng with those radiant flying eyes.

Fu Qingfeng didn't dare to face her squarely.

Soon after the world was settled, the journey was about to begin, but he was leaving, leaving here behind to seek an unknown glimmer of life.

Walking forward desperately, he has already failed too many celebrities.

Yu Zixiao suddenly smiled:

"."

She rarely laughs.

But it's beautiful to laugh at.

Just like her name.

Fu Qingfeng gently approached her body.

He kissed her on the lips.

The touch is soft and hot with a touch of coldness.

There was a very crystalline tear on that very beautiful face.

.......

"Collected Records - Bamboo Flower Fairy"

The sunny day is so beautiful, the red flowers and green grass.

High-rise buildings are lined up one after another, spirit swords and spirit boats pass through the air, and below are prosperous towns where mortals and monks coexist.

The fairgrounds of the West have been given a new look.

Everyone is praising the progress of science and technology, which has brought such convenience.

The development of the spirit network is simply a pioneering feat like sacrificing the sky!

Thanks to the two saints!

Everyone walked comfortably on the street, the weather was fine, and the beautiful women were dressed much bolder.

Cute and cute cat lady, charming and touching fox girl......

Since the concept of shemale different paths was removed, Zhao Wu felt that the world was better than ever.

Wang Er supported Zhao Wu's body:

"Big brother, don't look at it, my boyfriend has seen it."

Only then did Zhao Wu notice the mighty man beside the fox girl.

The other party was looking at him with "tiger" eyes.

Swallowing his spit, he sneered:

"You go, you go, I won't bother."

The two walked dejectedly, everything was so beautiful, but it had nothing to do with them.

has no talent, and does not dare to enter the south to seek opportunities, so he can only live a life in the west.

They can only experience this kind of treasure one night a month, which is not enough!

Zhao Wu raised his face and looked at the bright sun, feeling that he was so unlucky.

He decided to recite a poem:

"Sun, you are all fire, saint, reward me for my adventures!"

Wang Er slammed him:

"Big brother, I remember that the spirit network said how to get an adventure."

Zhao Wu hurriedly asked:

"How?"

Wang Er took out the brick-like old man and checked:

"With big brother, there is a spell here!"

Zhao Wu snatched the spiritual power mobile handheld:

"Let me see!"

While looking at him, he read:

"Make a fool of yourself."

Well, I have been stared at and slipped away by my boyfriend, and I made a big ugly.

"In front of everyone, they shouted: 'Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor young people'!"

Zhao Wu did so, he ran back to the market with Wang Er, and said loudly:

"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

The crowd looked at them like fools, but their faces were red.

Because the next sentence of the mantra is:

"Jump off the cliff and you'll pick up the baby."

So they came to the edge of the Broken Soul Cliff!

The cold wind blew, and a man was also on the edge of the cliff, and he was stunned when he saw them:

"Brother, you are also green?"

Zhao Wu scolded:

"Green your mother, Lao Tzu is only ......"

Halfway through the sentence, he became sad again.

Holy shit, I don't have a girlfriend!

The withered man walked up and patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't be sad, brother, sooner or later."

He took two steps back:

"That's it, you jump first, I don't know why I'm in a good mood again, it's a good day today, there won't be a green corpse cold, rest assured to jump, there's a wasteland below, and there are no people here, neither polluting the environment nor harming people's hearts."

After saying that, he hummed a little song and left:

"There is no grass in the world, a wave in the waves, a wave in the waves~"

Zhao Wu came back to his senses and took a sip at him:

", Sabi."

Wang Er also did the same:

", sand pen."

The two immediately quarreled:

"It's the first sound!"

"Three sounds!"

"Boom!"

"Three sounds!"

"Shabi."

"Sand pen."

The noise was out of breath, and their cultivation was not good, Feiyun didn't enter, and sat on the edge of the cliff to rest.

After a while, Zhao Wu got up and took out a hammer and a bundle of hemp rope from the storage ring.

Wang Er took out a big thick iron nail.

Wang Er was smacking the iron nails, and he had a lot of strength.

Zhao Wu was tied with hemp rope in a circle, he had a smart brain and was relatively smart.

Now the Qingli Sect advocates wisdom first and then strength, and all the kings recognize Zhao Wu as the eldest brother.

Although the two of them didn't handle it well at the beginning of their ascension, Zhao Wu scored fifty-nine points in the exam!

Wang Ercai took the fifty-seven exam!

So Zhao Wu is smarter than Wang Er, and the argument is successful!

Wang Er looked at the hemp rope and then at the cliff:

"Big brother, can this work?"

Zhao Wu wrapped his body tightly and threw a circle of hemp rope over:

"What so much nonsense, tie up!"

Then the two jumped off the cliff.

The good news is that there is a cave after jumping off the cliff.

The bad news is that the hemp rope is broken.

Wang Er roared in horror in the air:

"I will never be greedy for sauerkraut beef noodles in the future, and next time I will definitely buy Yan Wang brand, not Yama ace!"

Zhao Wu couldn't wait to strangle him.

Fortunately, he is still prepared.

He has the ability to resist the wind.

Not very skilled, though.

So the two of them covered their butts and walked into the cave.

The cave is full of greenery, decorated with brightly colored flowers and plants, and there is a fragrance.

Wang Er sniffed it and felt that it was very similar to the fragrance on the woman's body.

So he said to Zhao Wu with an obsessive face:

"Big brother, this can't be a fairy boudoir, right?"

Zhao Wu was now full of adventures, and replied casually:

"It's your mom, and I'm still thinking about this, Sabi."

Wang Er was not happy:

"It's a sand pen!"

Zhao Wu was about to reply, and suddenly felt a chill behind him.

So he quickly looked back.

A white shadow flashed at the entrance of the cave.

"It's not haunted, is it?"

He was a little scared.

Then he gritted his teeth again.

What are you afraid of, but you are a monk, and besides, the adventure is ahead, don't take your ass and be sorry!

Wang Er also found out and walked side by side with Zhao Wu in horror.

The two went deep and found a large cyan stone, surrounded by flowers and plants, and a stone bed.

Zhao Wu pulled open the flowers and plants and walked in to take a look.

A few lines are written on the stone:

Lucky one, the adventure is not for the poor, only for VIP, put a hundred spirit stones on the stone first.

Wang Er said happily:

"Big brother, I just said it was a sand pen!"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Wu took out thirty spirit stones in distress.

And he touched seventy of them from the second king's pocket.

Wang Er couldn't count, he said how much is how much, otherwise Wang Er can actually score sixty-seven points!

The blue light of the stone flickered, and the spirit stone disappeared.

The words carved in the stone have changed again:

Lucky people, there is still a layer of test, depending on your sincerity, if you can break this stone, you can get the cheats!

Wang Er and Zhao Wu, you look at me, I look at you.

The stone is not a hard spirit stone, it is just an ordinary stone, maybe some spell.

Wang Er decided to come by himself, because he had an iron head and practiced iron head skills.

Zhao Wu was a little skeptical:

"Sabi is going to knock this, right?"

Wang Er firmly believes:

"Big brother, maybe this senior has this weird temper?"

Then he began to kowtow.

He has an iron head.

The stone is not bad either.

He was dizzy, and he heard a muffled sound.

Wang Er asked in a daze:

"Big brother, how is it, what are the secret powers?"

Wang Er brushed aside the broken stones, and sure enough, there were pages.

He was overjoyed to pick it up.

It says a sentence:

Shabi, you are not worthy of practicing my magic skills.

Wang Er also saw it.

He screamed and passed out.

At this moment, a silver bell-like laughter came from the cave:

"Xiao Jiu, they're so stupid."

After that, he said to himself:

"Fools are so much better than fools who think they are smart."

Zhao Wu looked intently and saw a girl in green, riding a white deer into the cave.

The fur of the white deer is like a jade brocade, and the four graceful hooves are restlessly "clicking" on the ground, and the soft body is delicate and beautiful.

Those big warm eyes watched the two of them warily, and the jade-like horns on their heads were beautiful tree-like.

As soon as Zhao Wu saw the girl on the deer, he was stunned.

He thought, he couldn't let himself be blind alone.

The girl's figure was extremely soft, but her face was full of wrinkles, her eyes were sunken, her skin was chapped, and her face was expressionless, and her lips seemed to be unmoved when she spoke, but the bell-like pleasant voice did indeed come from the girl's mouth.

He hurriedly blew into Wang Er's face.

Wang Er smacked his lips in his dream, and suddenly vomited:

"Who the fuck fart in Lao Tzu's mouth?!"

Then he woke up.

And then he was stupid too.

The girl was unhappy and said:

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, why don't you understand this truth?"

Zhao Wu shook his head with Wang Er:

"With such a posture and such a divine deer, you should be worthy of a beauty."

The girl snorted, and the beautiful voice like a silver bell was matched with the face that would not move like dead wood, and there was a strange feeling:

"All things in heaven and earth are created, and the appearance is illusory, and we must understand that the beauty of the soul is the real beauty."

Wang Er shook his head:

"I don't know what the beauty of the soul is, my heart is very clean, and I am probably also beautiful, but I still like to look at beautiful people."

The girl was a little annoyed and asked:

"Beauty, beauty, do you only have beauty in your mind?"

Zhao Wu took over:

"Everything has a beauty and ugliness, so why not appreciate beauty and pay attention to ugliness?"

"If I want to live, I can't hide my heart's desires, just as I love you beautiful in my heart, I can't say that the four are empty."

When he said this, he was very serious, this was his life's work, and Wenyu was the best subject he learned.

The girl froze, then looked down and thought for a moment.

She lifted her face happily again.

"Yes, man cannot hide his desires in life."

Then he reached out and pulled it on his face.

The deadwood-like face was gone.

Instead, Zhang Mingmei's smiling delicate face was replaced, and the green clothes on her body seemed to be brightened off by such beauty.

Zhao Wu and Wang Er froze again.

When you see the fairy, nothing matters, it's better to have a longer moment.

The two of them had almost forgotten what they were here for.

But the girl ignored them, threw out a brocade bag, rode the deer and turned away, and the four hooves of the white deer jumped dexterously on the cliff, and disappeared in a short time.

Zhao Wu came back to his senses and looked at the paper in his hand:

Shabi, you don't deserve to learn my magic skills.

Wang Er also reacted:

"Big brother, it's all that fairy sister is playing tricks on us!"

Zhao Wu was also angry:

"Is it tolerable or unbearable, what about the fairy, she must be judged and sued for fraud!"

Still, he opened the brocade bag on the ground.

There are a thousand spirit stones inside, two bottles of spirit pills, and the aura is full of energy, and there are labels on it:

Purple Soul Doerdan.

Quenching mana, refining the body, opening muscles and bones, the elixir that Feiyun monks all desire.

There is also a book.

"Flower Spirit".

There is also a poem written on the title page, which is majestic and not feminine at all:

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom.

However, the two of them don't want to practice, so is it possible to cultivate a flower on their heads?

It might be a good deal to take it for it.

So the two swallowed their saliva again, dispelling the idea of being plaintiffs.

They chased out of the hole, looked at the white deer with only a small back left, and said loudly:

"Thank you, fairy!"

"Wait, big brother, how are we going to go up?"

"It's over, sister fairy, hurry up and take the two of me up!"

But the fairies can't hear it.

The girl in green rode a deer, walking aimlessly in the sunset, and this was a meadow.

There is a small slope in the meadow.

There is a small temple on the slope.

The temple is located at the highest point on the Broken Soul Cliff.

She has seen it many times, but there is only one old monk in it, she doesn't like monks, she plays dumb riddles all day long, and whatever she has in her heart, all of them are suppressed with the word "empty".

Although the Qingli religion has changed the world and Buddhism is basically gone, there is a lot of wisdom in the Buddhist scriptures, and it has not been left behind, but the Buddha can no longer be regarded as an ancestor, advocating that "everyone is a Buddha", and even the army advocates that "everyone is a Gatling Bodhisattva".

But now she has an indescribable sadness, and she also wants to be "empty".

She muttered on the deer:

"Why didn't that bastard come to me yet!"

After speaking, he smiled embarrassedly:

"Looks like I said I'm going to find him."

The girl shakes her antlers:

"Xiao Jiu, it's so tangled."

Bailu rolled his eyes and spat out a tactful tone, very ethereal:

"Haven't you always done whatever you want?"

"That's right!"

The girl regained her vitality again, pointed to the small temple on the top of the cliff and said excitedly:

"Let's go to the old monk and talk about it!"

I don't want to play dumb riddles with monks!

Bailu thought in his heart, still carrying the girl and walking with his hooves.

She walked very lightly and quickly.

White deer, auspicious also, the king of Minghui and the next are coming.

Mythical beasts are also, like frost and snow. It has its own stump, and the peony is not a group with the purple deer.

The deer has a life span of 1,000 years, and the color is white when it is 500 years old.

If you cultivate for a few hundred years, she will be a five-colored deer!

The temple is beating the twilight drum.

"Knock~Knock~"

The drums played melodiously in the sunset, and the girl also felt a lot calmer in her heart.

It was almost there, and she stretched out her cloud-like neck to look into the temple.

A man in white and a monk in a yellow robe sat on a small couch, and there were a few on the couch, and the two sat opposite each other and drank tea.

There were two drumsticks in front of the white-clothed man's desk, and he thought it was him beating the drums.

The girl was a little curious, stopped Bailu, moved her little ears, and listened to the conversation between the two with dark luck spiritual power:

"Thank you Shaoxia for helping beat the drums."

It's very slow, but it's full of energy, it's really the tone of an old monk.

The man in white sat with his back to the girl, unable to see his face clearly, and blew the hot air on the teacup:

"The abbot doesn't have to be polite, he is a guest from afar, and meeting is fate."

The old monk smiled:

"The donor is a good Huigen."

The man in white looked at the sunset, the sunset was in the west, and it was about to enter the twilight.

So he laughed and said:

"Abbot, might as well give it a try?"

The old monk smiled:

"Okay."

The man in white took a sip of tea and looked calm.

Man in White: "How is Zen?" ”

Old Monk: "Yes. ”

The man in white: "How is the law?" ”

Old Monk: "No. ”

Man in White: "How is the heart?" ”

Old Monk: "Ask." ”

Man in White: "How is enlightenment?" ”

Old Monk: "Forget." ”

"Really?"

"Isn't it?"

"Really?"

"This ......"

The faster the two answered, the more fierce they became, and the old monk was trembling all over now, closing his eyes tightly, and it took a long time to open them, and his forehead was already densely beaded with sweat.

He also asked a question:

"How is a Buddha?"

The man in white pointed to the sky, the earth, the grass, the tea, the monk, and himself.

The old monk also took a sip of tea, and his words were all amazed:

"I don't know if the real person is here, it's a loss of hospitality."

The man in white waved his hand and suddenly looked at the east wall of the temple.

The old monk asked suspiciously:

"How?"

The man in white smiled:

"I saw a shy deer, a sad maiden."

With that, he turned his back again.

The girl riding the deer poked her head out of the courtyard wall, and she listened to it with itching, feeling that these two guys were talking in their dreams, but she felt strangely ethereal, so she stuck to the corner of the wall and listened.

She looked at the man in white curiously, and when he looked at this side just now, her heart skipped a beat for some reason, and she hurriedly hid, as if she was afraid of being discovered.

It's strange, I'm usually not afraid of heaven and earth.

Now that she had been discovered, she wanted to get closer to the man, really, she suddenly had a desire to know the man's heart.

She rode a deer and stepped into the temple gate with a big grin, this temple is not big, the courtyard wall is not high, and she can even step over, otherwise she would not be able to see inside.

It's just that the etiquette that should be there still needs to be done.

She got out of the deer and pretended to bow down, but in fact she wanted to see the face of the man in white.

The white deer turned into a beautiful girl and stood aside, dressed in white brocade, her hair was as white as snow, her body was a looming jade glow-like colorful cloud pattern, and there were two delicate horns on her head.

No matter how the girl tilted her head, the man in white seemed to always have his back to her, but he never changed direction.

This was so strange that the girl no longer tried to go around the front, and asked:

"Have we ever met?"

The man in white took a sip of tea, his tone was ethereal and ethereal, it seemed to come from the nine heavens, and it seemed to be close to her ears, the girl swore that she had never heard such a voice, but she was extremely familiar:

"Does it matter if you've seen it or not?"

This question made her think about it, and she couldn't think of a suitable answer for a long time.

She suddenly understood that this was the beginning of the preaching.

So she cleverly did not answer, and instead asked a question:

"Let's not talk about this first, if you ask the old monk Zen, I will ask you too!"

The man in white smiled, and it seemed that it was also coming from the distant clouds:

"Just ask."

The girl thought about it carefully for a while, and then remembered the question she had just been asked that she had never seen before, and her mind flashed.

She asked, "What is the fate?" ”

Man in White: "Yes." ”

Girl: "Is it fate to meet?" ”

The man in white: "Have you met fate?" ”

This time the girl choked, thinking hard to no avail, and then she woke up:

Didn't you ask him yourself?

She said angrily:

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

The man in white chuckled:

"I have answered."

"That's another problem!"

"Why can't the question be the answer?"

The girl choked again.

Bailu stood aside and looked at the girl with a smile, she had never seen a girl so deflated.

Girlishly stomped her foot.

Her smart eyes rolled and threw out a question:

"What is the Word?"

"Please."

The girl does not give up:

"Ask for what?"

The man in white smiled bitterly:

"I don't know."

The girl finally became proud:

"I don't know how to answer, fool people!"

The man in white also seemed a little angry, and asked:

"You know?"

The girl choked for a moment, remembering that she was the one who asked, and her confidence came up again, and she straightened her delicate little breasts:

"I don't know!"

The man in white turned around, with a smile on his face:

"I don't know and ask, be smart!"

The girl froze.

Then that beautiful face was wet with tears.

She threw herself into the man's arms and hammered him in the chest:

"Bastard, why did you come to me now, woo woo......"

The man in white took her into his arms and comforted her softly:

"I didn't deliberately look for you, but it was fate to meet here."

Xiao Zhu raised his eyes, wiped his tears, and glared at him viciously:

"Do you need fate?"

"Don't you need it?"

"Do you need it?"

Fu Qingfeng was asked.

After a while, he said:

"I was wrong."

Bai Lu stood aside at a loss, she had never seen Xiao Zhu like this.

Xiao Zhu lay on his chest softly, and Fu Qingfeng reached out to brush her green silk, soft and soft, like wicker.

The old monk looked at the three of them and sat silently, half emotion and half reminiscence.

He was also a merry and talented man back then......

The past, the ancient Buddha of the green lantern.

Xiao Zhu finally put away his tears and returned to the Xiao Zhu who was not afraid of heaven and earth.

She looked at Fu Qingfeng, and her words were hidden loneliness:

"Are you leaving?"

Fu Qingfeng was silent for a moment before he said slowly:

"Go to a very remote and dangerous place."

"How dangerous is it? How far away? ”

"Mortals will die if they go, and immortals will become mortals if they go. Far enough to walk through the end of the astral plane, you can't find its location. ”

Xiao Zhu still reluctantly whispered after all:

"Can't you wait?"

Fu Qingfeng also wanted to, he also wanted to accompany his confidante, and he also wanted to take a good look at the wonders of the world of Nine Heavens, but fate had always forced him, time did not allow him to stay, everything was unknown, and no one knew when the Heavenly Dao would complete the ultimate evolution.

How cruel is it to meet and separate?

His silence made the girl understand.

So she broke free of his embrace and stood beside Bailu:

"I'll wait for you to come back, remember to tell me about it."

He laughed and said:

"Okay."

Laughing with tears.

He threw out a jade plaque carved with lotus flowers, and the girl took it and rode on the white deer.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

Xiao Zhu held back tears and left the temple, clutching the token tightly in his hand.

It is engraved with the word Qingping.

Fu Qingfeng's voice came from behind him:

"If you can't mix it up one day, this brand is for you to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble."

"Who's going to gamble!"

The girl was so angry in her heart, but she burst into tears and laughed again.

She rode a deer and disappeared into the Broken Soul Bluff.

The direction she left, there was a bamboo forest.