The East China Sea in the narrow sense is just the sea where the Mojian Cliff is located.

The East China Sea in a broad sense is naturally the sea to the east of the entire world.

Therefore, there are two very high Taoist overhauls in the world.

One is in the East China Sea, and the other is also in the East China Sea.

The Taoist of the East China Sea brought a little boy and a little girl to watch the sea.

The Taoist of the East China Sea only brought a little Taoist boy who was blindfolded and had not seen the world for a long time.

The road is a cliff path in the spring mountains, and there are many streams left on it, so in order to prevent slipping, people in the neighborhood have laid some stone slabs here.

Wang Xiaohua stepped on the thick and hard stone slab, and her heart was very stable.

If there is the sound of water on your head and your feet are soft and glutinous, even if you are a sword fairy, you will be stunned in your heart.

So she imagined where she was.

It is some blue cliffs, on which climb the blue vines, on the vines there are some small yellow and white flowers, splashed with some streams, trembling and delicate and delicate. Then the stream fell on the rocks beside him, and splashed on the stone slabs at his feet, hitting his calves with the wet cold of spring.

Wang Xiaohua told the fortune operator about the picture she imagined.

The missing master said sincerely, "It's what you imagined." ”

Wang Xiaohua smiled happily.

It's just that he quickly turned his head in the direction of the divination operator and said, "So we're still in the East China Sea?" ”

"Yes."

Bu Operator took the hand of the little Taoist boy and calmly walked through the cliff paths.

The mountain is actually quite high.

Looking to the side, there are some bottomless abyssal places.

The little road boy stepped on the edge of the cliff many times, but she didn't notice it, and maybe thought that there were some flower fields clustered among the rocks next to it.

But anyway.

Always in the East China Sea.

This is one of the things that Xiao Daotong realized after a long trip.

Sometimes they are in small towns in the East China Sea, sometimes in small towns in the East China Sea, sometimes in the fields, sometimes in the mountains.

Sometimes wandering the plains, sometimes stopping at the beach.

The Taoist beside him seemed to really want to bring Wang Xiaohua back to the missing door who didn't know where in the world.

It was only after some stories that he changed course and began to wander the East China Sea over and over again.

Wang Xiaohua asked the fortune operator, but unfortunately this old Taoist didn't say anything.

After following him for a long time, Xiao Daotong also understood - this is what Bu Operator said, an unspeakable matter of fate.

Once it is spoken, it will not rain in the sky, but knives.

Wang Xiaohua didn't know what would happen if it didn't rain, but she subconsciously thought of such a thing as something she had heard before.

So what does it mean to go under the knife?

Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and thought about it for a long time, but she didn't understand it.

But she knew that her master must be doing something.

Because of this Taoist body, there is always a Taoist rhyme circulating.

Sometimes rich, sometimes shallow, sometimes windy, sometimes quiet as a valley.

Wang Xiaohua just held the Taoist's hand tightly.

Because she could feel that the aura around the Daoist body was very unstable.

It's also slowly weakening, as if it will take a long time to recover.

So she tried her best to convey some warmth with her own hands.

Descending the mountain, maybe it was a stream, maybe it was a river, maybe it was the sea, Wang Xiaohua heard some sound of water, it seemed a little far away.

In the distance, there seems to be the sound of people at work.

The plan of the year lies in the spring.

That voice sounded full of life.

Wang Xiaohua looked to that side with some longing.

When I was in the world, I felt that nothing was good.

After leaving, the sound of the soil being loosened was very pleasant.

I don't know how long I walked, but the divination operator next to him seemed to be frightened, and seemed to turn around and look in a certain direction behind him.

Wang Xiaohua turned around, squeezed the old man's hand, and asked a little blankly, "What's going on, Master." ”

At that moment, she felt that the Dao rhyme of this Taoist was surging, as if she had seen something shocking, the breath of the whole person was rapidly weakening, and there was a lot of coldness between the old palms of the Daoist.

The divination operator just maintained that posture for a long time.

What did he see?

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel apprehensive in her heart.

After a long time, the sense of hasty fate of the Taoist people gradually dissipated.

Bu Operator calmed down, turned his head, and continued to walk forward quietly.

"Nothing, a butterfly flew by."

Wang Xiaohua tilted her head blankly, thinking about what butterfly meant?

"What kind of butterfly?"

"Indigo, with big wings, and a small body, clean and clean, like the wings of a sea."

"Is it what I imagined?"

Bu Operator didn't know what Wang Xiaohua imagined, but this Taoist still said softly: "It's what you imagined." ”

Wang Xiaohua sighed, thought for a long time, and asked softly, "Then why did Master do that just now?" ”

Bu Operator took her hand and continued to walk on the road.

"The butterfly that goes because of every missed butterfly that I can't catch...... In the end, it will become a sword that falls to your heart in the years. ”

"Has Master been stabbed?"

"I got it."

......

The boy got up from the ridge, and the indigo-blue butterfly had already flown far away.

It's like a pair of eyes that have been looking through the years, gradually flying farther and farther in the spring breeze.

The young man raised his head and looked blankly at the Taoist in front of him.

The Taoist is young and gentle, with a soothing smile on his face, like the spring breeze that blows through the ridges.

"Come back and practice with me."

The Taoist said with a smile.

The young man looked at this suddenly Daoist in a daze, and there seemed to be a figure in the distance, dressed in a Taoist robe fluttering, standing extremely quietly at the foot of Chunfeng Mountain.

The Taoist seemed to notice the young man's gaze and smiled slightly.

"Of course, you can go with him."

The young man looked back at the gentle Taoist in front of him.

It's just that he doesn't know why, when he looked at the Taoist in front of him, those smiles seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and they were becoming more and more blurred.

And the other Taoist who was out of sight, his robes flying in the spring breeze, and his calm expression seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The boy opened his mouth, not knowing what he was saying, and he himself could not hear it.

So everything froze in the spring breeze.

The gentle smile of the young Taoist, the calm expression of the middle-aged Taoist, and the Taoist robes that have clearly stagnated, but still make people feel that they are really swaggering in the spring breeze.

The boy suddenly panicked.

It was as if a gaze had passed over a long period of time and fell to this green mountain with great complexity.

The butterfly flew in the spring breeze in the distance.

.......

Zhang Xiaoyu woke up in the spring mountain.

And then coughed up some blood in those spring breezes.

He dreamed again of fifteen.... No, it was that spring sixteen years ago.

It's still a butterfly, it's still a Taoist.

It's just that in this dream, there is another Taoist.

Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and sat there quietly.

That's not a dream.

Just some of the past.

The past that flew away like that blue butterfly.

It was not only Li Shanhe who appeared in the spring sea where a young man named Zhang Xiaoyu roamed.

There is also Xie Chaoyu.

This white-clothed sword cultivator, who was covered in blood and had become filthy, sat in those spring breezes without sorrow or joy.

Flying Lights, Flying Lights.

Zhang Xiaoyu coughed for a long time, wiped the blood on his lips, and then stood up and walked quietly towards the spring breeze in the world.

The green butterfly is gone.

.......

Mei Xiyu stood at the gate of the courtyard with an indifferent expression, looking up at the sky.

The sky was not overcast or sunny, and it was easy to see such a scene on a spring morning.

And in such a lofty and strange Huai capital, which is as high as a mountain, this long street that falls on the earth is also the same.

It seems that there will be some light rain at any time, and it seems that the clouds may disperse at any time, and the clouds will see the sun.

No one knows which direction such a spring day will take.

Mei Xiyu looked gloomy for a long time, and then lowered her head and looked at the two Wuwei guards in front of the courtyard who did not hide their demon form.

One of them is tall and one is short, fat and thin are similar, one has a bull's head, and the other has bench legs.

Obviously, the demon clan with bench legs is more slender, so it is the one that is relatively tall.

Niu Tou held a booklet in his hand, looked at it carefully, and even studied a certain ink dot accidentally dripping for a long time.

Could that be some code?

The legs of the bench leaned to the side and poked their heads out, squeezing the big head of the bull, like a bamboo bent by the wind.

"Haven't you two understood?"

The bull head stretched out a finger and nodded twice in the spring breeze.

"Don't worry, I'm trying to find a way to find fault."

The bench leg said a little impatiently: "You really have a pair of big eyes." Let me find it. ”

The bull head glared back at him.

"You don't have any eyes, look at a whim."

Mei Xiyu looked at the two of them, was silent for a while, raised her hand to wipe a handful of dust from the edge of the door, and raised her hand to wipe it on the booklet.

The bench legs and the bull's head were ecstatic, pointing to the stain.

"Found it, this is it, improper custody of the documents, a fine of ten taels!"

Mei Xiyu calmly took out a money bag from her arms and threw it to the two.

Niu Tou returned the booklet to Mei Xiyu with satisfaction.

"Okay, good, you kid Tongwei, next time we'll come to your stubble."

Mei Xiyu put away the booklet without any waves.

Don't you come next time if I don't understand the smell?

Mei Xiyu turned around and walked into the courtyard and closed the door.

It was only Meixiyu who turned around, and there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Open the door, the noon guard will conduct a routine search!"

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, turned around and opened the door, still with bull head bench legs.

It's just that this time the two of them changed positions, and this time it was the bench leg that knocked on the door.

"What about your city household register, take it out and take a look."

The bench leg said with a glance.

Mei Xiyu looked at the two of them quietly, and then took out the booklet from her arms again.

The bench leg took it, raised his hand to get some saliva from his mouth, and then opened the booklet.

The bull head stood on tiptoe and stared hard.

The leg of the bench directly turned over the stain of Fang Cai, until it reached the very end, pondered it for a while, and then took out a portrait from the sleeve, flipped it back to the front, and covered the portrait on top of Mei Xiyu's portrait. Then he poked the portrait with his thin fingers like bench legs, looked at Mei Xiyu and asked.

"Is this you?"

The long street fell silent.

Many demon clans came and went, walking in the gloomy sky.

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the portrait of her junior brother Liu Yueyue, and there seemed to be a rhyme around her body that began to flow.

Just looking at the sky that was still not past noon, this Taoist of Qingtian Dao slowly calmed down, tore off a corner of his Taoist robe, bit his fingers, and drew a portrait of Liu March with blood, and then pasted it on his face, and said lightly: "It's me." ”

The bull head and the bench legs looked at each other, glanced at each other, and then looked back at the Taoist standing at the gate of the courtyard.

"Hey, you kid, you're even more shameless than the two of us."

The bench leg said with some surprise.

This is shameless.

Shameless in the literal sense of the word.

"Chess meets opponents, chess meets opponents." The bull head shook his head and sighed.

The two of them were trying to make some moths, but there were some quite shocking sounds in the world.

The vast capital is changing rapidly.

This long street rises towards the middle level of Huaidu.

There was a cold sunlight that crossed the eaves and fell on the blood-colored face of Liu March on Mei Xiyu's face.

It turns out that there is sunshine in the world.

Mei Xiyu squinted and quietly looked at the spring sun that came through under the bloody robes.

It's past noon.

took off the robe, and in front of him was no longer a bull's head and bench legs, but two very gentle faces of the world.

The man holding the register of the city household returned the book to Mei Xiyu, and said with a smile: "The rule of the world has not been declared, and the Wuwei wishes you a happy life." ”

“......”

The two of them came to the world in some eaves and corners, and walked into the world in the scattered spring light.

Mei Xiyu held the corner robe in her hand and stood for a long time in the gradually shifting shallow sun.

looked up at the distance of the long street, but he didn't see such a young man in white.

The adults under the door probably wouldn't do such a boring thing.

So it's just a matter of the demon clan.

Mei Xiyu naturally didn't care, even if it was ten taels of silver, he would go to Heavenly Hell to ask for it back.

It's just that.

The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

Water in a bottle.

Such a strange name is the name of the adult under the Huaidu Sect today.

Of course, the name of a demon clan can naturally be strange.

Water in a bottle is already much better than rats, rats, raccoons, and pine cones.

Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the world.

He still didn't know what hell was trying to do.

What can I elicit?

.......

Liu March walked quietly on the long street.

This Taoist is still ugly, and there is even an article in Kyoto about Liu Chunfeng's sarcasm of the King of Chu.

——

The spring breeze is more than eight feet, and the appearance is beautiful, the court clothes are crowned, and the speculum is in the mirror.

Qi Jingyuan said, Jun Meisheng, how can Liu Gong and Jun Er.

......

Then he saw it, and it was very ugly, and he did not eat for three days.

I think about it at night.

Liu Gong is very ugly, how can He De serve the post of March Yin.

When I saw the king of Chu, I said.

Liu Gong is so unbearable, does Wang Fei have evil habits?

In February of this year, the spring breeze died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve.

——

In this article, Liu March even saw a gentleman teaching students.

It's just that this Taoist from Qingtian Dao, who once represented many beautiful symbols, was not angry, but just looked at them with a slight smile.

So the students were trembling with fear – you see, he was angry, like he was going to eat me.

Liu March was silent.

The Taoist walked quietly in the spring breeze in February, and when he thought of these things, he couldn't help but feel funny, so he laughed softly, and then bumped into the other protagonist of the story.

Fake Yushan Liu Chunfeng.

The dean of this Hanging Temple, after supporting Han Cicada to become the king of Chu, became more famous in Kyoto.

After all, the original change in Kyoto, inside and out, revealed the shadow of the Hanging Temple.

Liu Chunfeng smiled slightly, and bowed to Liu March very politely.

"The people have seen Lord March Yin."

Liu March also returned the favor.

"You're welcome, sir."

Liu Chunfeng is Yin Qing's gift, while Liu March is a Taoist salute.

After all, no matter what, this fake capital Yushan, although only a few years older than Liu Yueyue, is already the cultivation of the Great Dao in the world, and it is also the dean of the Hanging Xue Academy in the cultural world, even if he claims to be a citizen, Liu March naturally needs to pay respect.

The two walked side by side in the spring breeze of Kyoto's quiet long street.

After the wind and snow of the Taiyi Festival passed, the spring breeze returned to Kyoto, and the goddess Yaoji has been staying outside Kyoto to pull up the pillar of the gods and pick up the god capital cast by the River Styx.

The world seems to have returned to the peaceful years of a long time ago.

It's just that Liu Chunfeng and Liu March met in the world, so naturally they won't talk about any peaceful things.

"I heard that Zuo Sima is seeing the king?"

Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu March and said.

Liu Yue nodded calmly.

Huangliang Fuchu, although there is no Sima, but there are left and right Sima and subordinate positions.

Zuo Sima saw the chilling cicada, naturally because of the matter of witch armor.

Liu Chunfeng probably understood why Liu March appeared in the long street of Kyoto at this time.

Even though he was left in the world by the goddess, he was also appointed by Han Cicada as March Yin, who had no real position, but Liu March was still loyal to his Northern Majesty in his heart after all.

It's just that sometimes I am forced by the current situation to stay in the other stream.

Liu Chunfeng didn't mention this matter again, and Huangliang Wujia naturally needed to be raised.

No matter how to temporarily replace the emperor of the north, after all, the country cannot be without weapons.

This spring breeze dean turned his head to look at Liu March, looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "I didn't think that Lord March was the world's Qingtian Dao Liu March." ”

Liu March smiled slightly, very hideous.

"I don't remember most of the time."

Liu Chunfeng turned his head back.

"So the power of the goddess is still unimaginable."

Liu March is very calm.

At first, he thought that he would be able to break free from Yaoji's shackles, but in the end, he realized that it was still just a luxury of his own.

The power of gods and ghosts, flowing with the River Styx.

That is three feet above the fate of the people of the world.

Everything is three feet away, and it is also in three feet.

Liu March walked quietly for a long time, and then looked at the long street, as if he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar Taoist figure, but about this ugly-looking Taoist was a little distracted, and didn't care, just looked back at Liu Chunfeng, and said softly: "It's okay, there will be a day when people in the world will be higher than gods and ghosts, as long as they can firmly and religiously, with the broken clay pot under their feet as an inspiration, go forward for a long time." ”

Liu Chunfeng stopped and looked at Liu March with a sigh.

"So we may not be really loyal to Your Majesty."

Liu March smiled and said softly: "Yes, it is loyal to the world." ”

will be devout to such a majesty.

The spring breeze in March has its own meaning.

So he staggered towards both ends of the long street.