Hui quietly pushed open the door, looked at the familiar back, and said indifferently: "Wan Huajun is afraid that he has been waiting for the god for a long time." ”

When the black-robed man heard this, he raised his eyes slightly, and his expression was indescribably pale. It was as if he would shatter at the touch of it.

But his hand of pen and ink did not pause for a moment when he heard the sound, but swayed more like flowing water.

One stroke at a time, the flow of years is tactful, and the right is like a swimming fish meandering......

The things on the rice paper are so unfathomable that it is difficult to guess.

He opened his mouth calmly, his voice was warm, with a sense of complacency: "The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds roll up, everything is looked at again, but the white horse passes through the gap......

Where is that long, counting, it will only be more than 100,000 years. ”

More than 100,000 years......

"Heh-" Hui Yu chuckled noncommittally, and he turned to close the door behind him, keeping the wind and rain out.

Leaning on the screen and looking at Wan Huajun, he felt that in such a dim candle flame, Wan Hua was dressed in black as if he was in the night, which made people look unreal.

But when he returned to the seclusion, how could he have ever made people see the truth?

Hui Yu put his hands around his chest and said lazily tentatively: "It seems that Wan Huajun knows everything, right?" ”

"Oh?" Wan Huajun put away the pen and ink in his hand and looked at Hui Yu meaningfully, "Hui Yu is the god of God, Xiao Jun is puzzled." ”

Hui Yu smiled faintly, and there was a sharp gaze like a needle in his bean-green eyes: "If you don't understand, I'm afraid that no one in this world can solve it." ”

He paused to stop writing, leaned the long bamboo brush slightly against the end of the inkstone, and blew on the rice paper, as if it was very ordinary: "Everything in the world, everything is changing, who can see through it, and who can crack it?" ”

Wan Hua pinched up the four corners, shook the paper lightly, and put the paper in front of him, as if someone was looking.

He leaned half over and asked, "Don't you think so?" ”

Hui You smiled, looking at the picture of flowers and birds on the rice paper, he pulled a piece of rice paper and ravaged it into a ball, and stared at Wanhua tightly:

"But Wan Huajun, who has no quarrel with the world...... Eventually meddled in, didn't it. ”

"-Oh, is there one?"

Hui Yu clasped his hands around his chest, and said confidently: "It is a matter of peeping into the heavens, only the Wanhua Pagoda has a record of the year, and in the eternal years, the ancient emperor blocked the memory of the peeping into the heavenly realm, you could have pretended to be deaf and dumb to avoid this catastrophe."

But he stepped into it 'inadvertently'. What is the solution? ”

Facing Hui You's words, Wan Huajun smiled and disagreed, "This bureau has already been settled, and it is not that you and I can break it." But...... Benjun just doesn't want to get the end of the game's wishes.

I drilled this game, as for the result......"

He raised his sickly eyes, looked at Hui You's body slightly, and said quietly: "Since the book of heaven is thin, it has not been written...... In the end, it is not yet clear who will win and who will lose. ”

- My life is up to me, not to the sky, if the sky takes my life, it will go against the sky.

Seeing that Wan Huajun was no longer going around in circles, he was much more refreshed when he returned to the quiet, and he lifted the crumpled paper ball in his hand, as if weighing the weight of something.

“…… At least at this moment, you and I are in the same heart. Peek at how to crack the Heavenly Realm, you know it in your heart. ”

Hui You's words came into his ears, and Wan Huajun just smiled.

His energy was all devoted to this painting, and his eyes seemed to be looking at something through this messy thing.

Eventually, everything turned into a sigh, "Alas...... Evil yo ......"

……