Tormented by remorse, there is another one.

[Dusk, what kind of event is it that makes you so persistent that you refuse to reincarnate, this is a rebellion that is scattered......]

It's that sentence again, it's the four poems, it's the four words again......

Han Bai Weihuo.

Deng Yin was eating mustard, eating white steamed buns, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, the sudden sadness made him want to cry, he heard a lot of words, and the magnificent stories that he didn't have time to tell echoed in his mind, and the scenes shattered his laziness one by one, he didn't know whether he had entered that magnificent history, or he was exiled, so that he was completely cut off from before.

Beggar gang leader, you lost.

What you're amazed with is just ordinary.

Hahahahaha, look at the clips you like, that's all?

Deng Yin heard the maniacal laughter, and he didn't hide it.

Eating mustard, Douyin trembling and eating mustard, he went to the well and looked in the mirror, looking at himself with a scruffy beard inside, looking at himself who was trapped in yesterday day after day, he lived for a few months without any growth, and felt very comfortable, so why was he excited about those magnificent histories?

Human nature, human nature......

Deng Yin squatted down, his mind was a mess, and after being quiet for a long time, he slowly stood up, the clouds in the sky were floating slowly, and in this backward city-state, there were freaks brewing in Deng Yin's thoughts.

[Fingers to the sun and the moon, my madness, and then there is no one who can hope to carry it, this dry sitting, I and time suffer each other.

[But, I still waited for you after all, but you seem to be tired of it, am I the sacrifice that is unique in ten thousand? 】

"I have been in this snow for 10,000 years to wait for the lotus flowers to bloom and wash my distracting thoughts. Climb to the top of this mountain and ask for a wish. ”

In the panic roar, the young grandmother whispered.

This robe is pious, he has been ordained as a monk, the world has appeared, and his eyes have been invisible;

Life is picturesque, talk about a few strokes to outline the brilliance, I don't know, what to remember.

"Gone?"

"Well, go to that sacred mountain."

The boy dragged his feet, and his feet made a "rustling" sound on the pile of fallen leaves. This country road winds so winding that you can't see the edge as far as the eye can see. The little monk wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and continued to move forward, every step was like a promise to himself, and he walked extremely firmly.

"The outside world."

The boy muttered in a low voice, his expression calm, and his face was unusually scarred, somehow.

After a long day, the boy had walked almost all the distance, looking into the distance under the shade of a poplar tree. At the end of the road stood a young girl, dressed in a red shirt and a new outfit, with beautiful makeup, smiling quietly, her eyes warm and understanding.

There is a pavilion behind her, and there is a young man in green clothes sitting at the top of the pavilion, with a delicate face, stroking the piano and singing, opening his mind, and the end is a wave, and his face is not like a scholar, and his body is full of rivers and lakes, and the smell of wine is smoking, even if it is in the heavy snow, he can smell it from afar.

"Young man, there is still a long way to go, and we still need encouragement."

The old man roared loudly, full of energy.

The little monk looked at him, stood still slightly, he nodded lightly, and then started his Long March without hurrying, the back was resolute, like a wall, a south wall.

"Wine in the pot, meat in the bowl, why worry about gray hair? Hahahaha! ”

The old man laughed heartily, looked at the red-makeup woman on the mountain, and then looked at the little monk who was in a hurry, I don't know what to think, and the mood was a lot happier, drinking wine under the tree, looking at the clouds swimming in the sky, "How fast is it to see the brocade scales flying in the river, and turning around to transform into a dragon and snake?" ”

The sky was full of light and heat, and the old man's drunken body was loose and weak, and he played with Zhou Gong under the half-shine of the sun, but the laughter did not stop at all, just so entangled and winding, the snow-capped mountain seemed to have become the prey of this set of Sori, the girl snickered, smiled and bent over, and talked about the singer and the harmony, so happy, not in vain!

"The most beautiful red dust March day, but this prosperous light and wine is still not as powerful as a fairy smiling and captivating the city. I think I ran away from the capital back then, for fear that the fairy on the moon would chase after me, and that would be a disaster!

"Old man, I'm old, so I rely on [unwilling], but if I see that moon dance, my reason won't be useful!

"I'm not dead yet. Tell me, what a pity? What a pity! - Hahahaha! March in Hongchen is also beautiful, I like it too, hahahaha! ”

"Drunk and dreaming of death, folding flowers and talking about the Tao, how exciting? Hahahaha! The young man echoed the old man, he spread his hair and indulged in vocal music, the heavy snow, the heavy snow never cherished his figure, the moth pressed towards the young man's chest like a fire, the girl's red hijab was lifted, she learned to dance, twisted and pinched, but how beautiful it looked.

Monk, girl, musician, wanderer.

In this picture, Deng Yin can't remember who he is, he turns and circles, he is anxious, annoyed, panicked, he is restless, crying is not laughing, his mind is empty, and he lets himself wander on Sunday.

Pretty good......

Sleepy and tired, Deng Yin was dazed, groping and couldn't see a single bit.

"Kid, May is going, come back."

The tide swallowed Deng Yin's mind little by little, he didn't know what he was doing, like a beast with a libido, chasing his opposite sex in the jungle, hoping to quickly retreat from this kind of devil's claw that occupied his mind, he was dizzy, and the vague picture in his mind tried desperately to think clearly, but he couldn't:

He couldn't resist, he couldn't push it, he just watched in despair, as if he was fascinated.

Suffering.

Unspeakable pain.

Deng Yin was confused, his eyes were blank, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he couldn't do anything except feel the pain, like a piece of meat on a chopping board, waiting for his final destiny.

Afar......

I'm looking forward to what you look like.

Past, Future, Present, Hate......

Deng Yin closed his eyes in pain, vaguely, he felt that something was rushing towards him, he was crazy to get close to him, but he could never really get close. Blurred, everything blurred.

[This story is very good, but I don't know why, I also sank with him.]

[My nightmares, are these ties at the beginning of life?]

[Or should my real destiny be to die young......]

Deng Yin fell asleep, and his mind was truly at peace.

In his sleep, there was a young girl standing in front of Deng Yin, who was exactly the appearance in the snowy mountains, wearing new clothes and red makeup, which was a very beautiful appearance, but it didn't make this beggar who ate mustard moved.

Is it because we have been humble for too long and have lost the ability in this area, or are you and I just two lanes that can't meet each other and can't read each other's experiences......

Deng Yin took a breath, her brain was still so dizzy, fortunately the girl didn't speak, she smiled, holding a picture scroll in her hand, half of the picture scroll was painted on it, and the rest was white and flawless, empty, it was like a mirror, which illuminated Deng Yin's mind.

That's the story I didn't write.

This is the fruit of my choice to live an ordinary life.

The young man's anxious heart calmed down, he seemed to accept his fate, and understood what he had done, and he should have such a bleak end. After all, he was not forced by life, and he didn't have any bitter and vengeful sins to go to Qingping, he just chose the easiest and best path to take, and went all the way with a depraved heart.

In the past few months, there has been no introspection, no struggle, some just refusal, refusal to appear any factor that breaks the peace, he refuses to change, perhaps, such satisfaction, is what he thinks in his heart.

Is there anything wrong with that.

If you say to the protagonist's life, must it be wrong?

Perhaps.

Deng Yin doesn't quibble, he's tired.

He is the one who wants to dominate the industry, he is the one who wants to live a stable life, he is the one who seeks change, and he is the one who seeks stability, he just made the best decision for himself, then, my cognition has come to this point, and I also accept all the consequences of obeying my cognition.

If I could, let me wander, as you depicted.

Deng Yin's calm breathing, to the back with some greed, like a person who has been thirsty for a long time, finally drank water, he will no longer complain about the blandness of boiled water, no stimulation in the past can replace this bland happiness at the moment.

The girl watched, looked at Deng Yin who fell to the ground, looked at his calm breathing on the snowy mountain, and looked like he didn't know why, without the slightest fighting spirit.

I don't have the impression that you're like that;

Maybe it will all change, we face time, face reality, can't resist, and forget to resist later, it's like being shaved by a barber.

It's just that I'm still early;

Looking back, it should be difficult to go faster along the way.

Is this fate.

That's it, isn't there fate?

The girl felt the wind and smiled quietly.

It's a pity that I can't accompany you to wander, I also have my own things to do.

I hope that in the future, you will be able to split the block.

So, goodbye......

Moonlight, far away, girl.

Deng Yin looked at the night of the black hole with blank eyes, just like the clean snow in that scroll of calligraphy and painting.

He's not even a monk.

The monk is losing, and he, is the background board.

The scroll was thrown on the ground, Deng Yin looked at the young man inside, he pinched the pen in his hand and was sluggish, the sun was setting, the orange light shone on his pale face, and the voice in his ears was still echoing:

"The road is still long, the people are still small, go back."

Get back?

Where to go back?

Where can I go back?

Deng Yin didn't know.

He understood the gap between himself and Yaoqing and Yinxu, and the difference was this breath.

Closing his eyes, the leader of the beggar gang was quietly in a daze, the blank space on the picture scroll stung his eyes, bursting like a dream like a fantasy bubble, and a drop was imprinted on the blank under the blowing of the wind, miserable white, white and terrifying.

After a long time, Deng Yin's corpse opened his eyes without the whites of his eyes, and his old face was reflected in the picture scroll.

"Child, bear with me, wait for the next reincarnation.

"When you break the mirror with martial arts, you can get the true pupil view."

"Hi...... Life and death come and go, and they come and go. ”