The west mountain at dusk, the clouds and blood are glowing, and the clouds are drunk in the evening.

Faintly a few jackdaws fluttered their wings and danced between the ends of the branches, and under the mottled and sparse shadows, their twinkling eyes coldly reflected the ancient road that carried the old trees in the west wind. Not far away, on the wide avenue, two ox carts pulling firewood drove slowly, the dry air was scorching and stuffy, and the high temperature on the surface distorted an invisible microwave, blurring the black shadow of the ox cart in the dusk darkness.

"Crunch, crunch......"

The wheels turned, with an old broken sound, like the wooden doors of an old house in disrepair opening and closing, and like dead leaves and rotten wood singing in the night.

"Bai Lao, you haven't made it clear all the way, why do we have to travel thousands of miles to the west?"

There was a person sitting on the ox cart, an old man and a young man, the old man was dressed in sackcloth and shoes, his hair was thick, his dry face squeezed out the traces of time, and there were two small old spots on his cheekbones, but he was in good spirits and did not look old.

The old man was in a good mood, riding a scalper and shaking it, closing his eyes and humming a little tune. Just when the young man thought that this time he was destined to get no answer as before, the old man finally opened his eyes slightly, squinted at the young man, and said lazily: "It doesn't matter if I Bai Yuanliang comes to Xijing or not, but you Su Yichuan must come." The heavens can't tolerate you, and you can't go to southern Xinjiang, Dongli and other places, where the fate has been determined, and each has its own luck. ”

"Only this western scene, luck is like a mess, people can't figure it out, chaos leads to chaos, this endgame may not be a good chess game, it depends on how you play."

"I don't understand." Su Yichuan shook his head.

"If you don't understand, I don't understand either!" The old man seemed to sigh, looked at the young man meaningfully, and sighed: "A few days ago, when I took you to Nanhuai Mountain to visit Xuanchan Temple, I met an old friend. ”

"What Bai did, but the word 'homeopathy', it is already a foregone conclusion that you Su Yichuan will come here in the west, you just need to accept it calmly." After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The young man was at a loss, only feeling itchy in his heart, Bai Lao's words, where are the doubts, they can only aggravate the doubts in his heart. But looking at this appearance, the old man obviously didn't want to say more than half a word, how could he dare to ask.

Twilight was silent, and the sound of wheels rolling came and went.

There was silence for a long time, only the night wind whistling and the crow chirping, and the figures of the two gradually disappeared into the twilight, leaving the old man's low humming echo, like a dream whisper.

"The dragon in the temple roars, the tiger roars in the rivers and lakes,

Juvenile Dengke Langwenmo,

Or a sword of dust and waves.

The lady doesn't smile, the lady picks,

Who is the red sleeves of the building?

The Son of Heaven called me to worship the Prime Minister,

Jade wat has a jade belt waist in his hand.

And pause, and bow your head,

The world is too peaceful to fade the robe,

An can distinguish my monarch and minister laughed angrily......"