BC we were too young / after A.D. we were too old \/ no one had ever seen \/ that truly beautiful smile

But I still raised my hand and knocked on the door \/ brought hieroglyphs\/ sprinkled all over the ground

The years, the years.

......

It was the first time in the world that such a vast sound had been heard.

From the eyes of the world, from the hands of the world.

When those mighty lights rose in such a city of mountains and moons, and even the full moon in the heart of heaven fell, the little boy who knelt in the middle of Lingnan and sincerely dug the grave raised his head in a daze and looked at the world to the north.

What's going on there?

There was an extremely strong sound wave that passed through the entire world, and Lu Xiaoer had to stop digging, and nailed the Xiwu Sword in his hand to a certain mountain rock, so that he could stabilize his body in such a strong wind and not be blown off the cliff.

The winds and waves lasted for a long time, and the world seemed to become a sea, so the waves were raging and washed everything.

The little boy struggled to hold his sword and squint his eyes, trying to cross the green mountains and look at such a mountain city.

It's a pity that the Lingnan peaks stretch, and the little boy digging a grave on a certain mountain can't see anything.

I can only feel that everything in the world is silent.

It was the first time that such a vast sound had been heard in the eyes of the world, from the hands of the world, but not from the ears of the world.

At that moment, in the entire Lingnan and the green mountains of the Liuyun Sword Sect, no one could hear any sound.

Everything was hoarse and silent, and the world lost the ability to hear all sounds, but was panicked and panicked, like such a little boy in the mountains, looking blankly at the city of mountains and moons.

The moon is full.

The world is full of flowers.

That sound lasted for a quarter of an hour in the world before it finally subsided.

Lu Xiaoer still held such a sword, kneeling in the mountains for a long time, in the ears of the little boy, there was still such a buzzing sound for a long time, it seemed that some liquid was flowing down the pinna, Lu Xiaoer let go of a hand, and touched the side of his face, which was wet and sticky, and when he looked at it under the moonlight, it was a red color.

Lu Xiaoer looked at the blood in his hands in a daze, was silent for a long time, wiped them clean on their robes, and then knelt down and continued to dig such a grave.

Until that grave was dug up, and the bones of a certain sword cultivator were buried in it.

Lu Xiaoer returned the sword to the sheath, stood up, carried the sword on his back, climbed over the mountain, and headed towards the north side of the ridge.

He didn't know what was going on there to make such an alarming move.

At that moment, he even had the feeling of returning to the East China Sea and facing the decisive battle between the two three swords in the sky.

At dusk today, it seemed that a sword shuttled from the sky and fell into the city of Nanyi.

This naturally reminded Lu Xiaoer of such a majesty who had met once in the East China Sea.

After all, His Majesty's Lingtai Sword was once under Nanyi City.

That kind of horror made the little boy not stop for a moment, shuttling on the top of the mountain in the world, all the way to the direction of Lingbei.

It's just that when the little boy appeared on a high mountain somewhere north of Fengqi Ridge, he stopped there in great horror and looked at the world in amazement.

Such a city in the mountains is gone.

All that remained was a large pit in its place.

Not only that, but the green hills to the north of Fengqi Ridge seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

For the first time, such a mountain that was once full of sword cultivation could clearly see those clouds and mist mountains far away.

Perhaps thousands of years from now, the world will no longer remember that it was once a land of high mountains.

There is a new Daze in the world.

So such a place has really changed from the mountains and moons not knowing what is going on in their hearts, to the water and wind emptying the flowers in front of them.

Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze with the sword on his back.

He didn't know what was going on here, and if it was a sword, why was it a deep pit instead of a place like Cong Ran's sword abyss?

Where did those mountains go?

For such a Lingnan little sword cultivator, there are undoubtedly too many mysteries about such an extremely sudden change.

The little boy looked at it in a daze, but he showed a look of extreme surprise, it turned out that in such a secluded pit, there was a cliff-like existence, standing quietly under the moonlight.

It's a pity that it's too far away, and Lu Xiaoer can't see clearly what it is.

But he saw that in the night, there seemed to be a great ape coming from afar and landing on the cliff of such a deep valley.

So who is that?

......

The Liu Qing River slowly fell on the only remaining long street, and everything in such a city in the mountains had turned into powder, gone with the wind, and sprinkled on the world.

However, such a long street, under the protection of such a scholar, seems to have been preserved intact.

Liu Qinghe quietly looked at the stone slab under his feet, bent down, and reached out to clasp the edge of the stone slab, but without waiting for the Heavenly Hell Lord to exert his strength, the stone slabs he touched turned into dusty existence.

Behind such a figure like a green mountain and a black cliff, there was a sound of squirming.

Liu Qinghe was silent for a long time, stood up, turned his head, and quietly looked at the blood-colored body.

This year's flower may indeed be red last year's flower.

The scholar was also very pleasantly surprised, and he didn't have to worry about his drunkenness.

Because there is nothing left under his chest.

The liver is gone, what are you afraid of alcoholic?

The joke may not be funny.

So Liu Qinghe didn't laugh out loud, just quietly looked at the Qing Xiang who was only half left, crawling on the street.

"Thirteen Great Yi Bows, Prime Minister, you are indeed stronger than the world thinks."

The white-clothed scholar did not answer such a question.

In fact, his eyes were gone, his facial features were distorted, as if they had melted under some kind of high temperature, only the piece of blue and red jade not far away, still preserved its original appearance, lying there intact.

The twisted scholar struggled, as if to go in a certain direction on the Long Street.

Liu Qinghe turned his head and quietly looked at the end of the long street.

There is nothing there.

Although such a scholar finally tried to protect such a long street.

It's just that things that are unsatisfactory in the world are often nine times out of ten.

Liu Qinghe looked at it quietly for a long time, didn't say anything, walked over, leaned over and picked up the hanging jade, turned around and left here.

......

The young man under the umbrella looked back at the south of the world in surprise.

It's not much away from that vast sea.

At nightfall, the three of them stopped at a stream somewhere, intending to rest for the night and then go again the next day.

It's just that just as You Chunshan was looking at Qingxi with blank eyes, trying to find a fish to come out of it, the young uncle sitting by the stream suddenly looked up to the south as if he was frightened.

You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun both subconsciously followed the young man's gaze.

Above the sky, there were several extremely dazzling rays of light that were piercing the sky in the night.

You Chunshan screamed in surprise, almost fell off the wheelchair, stretched out his finger and pointed there, counting carefully.

"Holy shit! One two three.... XII XIII. Good guy, there are still thirteen sword immortals hidden in the world? What are they going to do? ”

Such a brilliant white flame tail may have made this young man from the East China Sea subconsciously think of the many immortal qi he saw on the cliff of the Tiangong Division.

The young man may have thought the same way at first, but when he followed those trajectories and found that the starting point of those white mangs seemed to be in the direction of Huaidu, he seemed to understand something, shook his head, and said softly: "It's not a sword immortal." ”

You Chunshan looked at Nandao suspiciously, and asked, "It's not a sword immortal, what is it?" ”

The boy held an umbrella and stood there silently, until all the things dragging the white flame tails disappeared into the night dome, and the clouds and mist in the world dispersed and returned.

Nandao lowered his head, calmly looked at the clear stream in front of him, and said calmly, "It's a big thing." ”

When he was in the Tiangong Division, when the young man looked at a certain sword that nailed the demon mansion demon to the stone wall, he thought that it was the bow of Dayi, but Song Yingxin at that time said very calmly, it was just some gadgets.

Probably the real big thing right now.

The boy had lowered his head, but his mood was probably far more turbulent than when he looked up.

It must have been something that fell on the side of Shanyue City.

The boy was a little confused, so he took a deep breath and spit it out again, thinking nothing more.

It's just that the Qingtian Dao girl on the side asked very curiously: "Such a big thing, is it a means of heavenly people?" ”

The young man didn't know why, when he heard such a sentence, he was stunned for a long time, and it was not until a long time before the young man raised his head, looked at the heavenly dome quietly, and said softly: "That's not the means of the heavenly man, the means of the heavenly man, higher and more powerful than it, but ......"

The young man said with a sigh.

"But the people of heaven were also here back then."

So.

Stepping on the sea and ascending to the sky, the world can naturally go.

......

Lu Xiaosan remembered that since Le Chaotian failed to count the sky, he has been a little depressed, and his appetite is not very good, sometimes a roast duck can't be eaten, last time it was like this, Lu Xiaosan asked for money with great interest, ran to buy a few roast ducks and came back, clearly said that one person was one, but halfway through eating, this uncle happily threw the remaining half of the roast duck to Cao Weiying.

Lu Xiaosan swore that he was definitely not resentful because Le Chaotian would rather lose that half of it to Cao Weiying than to himself.

He really just thinks it's a shameful behavior for Uncle Shi to waste food like this.

The grass is just a small earth dog, where can I eat a roast duck and a half?

The little boy watched it melancholy for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of snatching food.

It's just that today, I don't know why, Le Chaotian seemed to be very happy, and gave the little boy a bag of money very generously, and asked him to go to a nearby town to buy some food and come back.

Although Lu Xiaosan didn't understand what was going on, he still ran to the town in a hurry, bought a lot of roast chicken, roast duck and other things and ran back.

When he came back, he found that Le Chaotian had taken out the piano that had not been used for a long time, and was sitting by the stream, where he was smiling and playing the tune.

Songguo lay on his stomach and listened curiously.

"Uncle Shi, what are you playing again?"

Le Chaotian didn't answer, just played there seriously.

On the other hand, the pine cone on the side said very quietly: "It seems to be some kind of water tune song head." ”

As soon as Lu Xiaosan heard it, he suddenly came to the spirit, he was familiar with the water tune song, when he was in the mountains before, Le Chaotian played some of it, such as when is the bright moon, and asked Qingtian about the wine. What a promise is heavier than gold, and a smile is clearer than the river.

Just leaned over and listened to those tunes played by Le Chaotian, but the little boy was confused, why hadn't he heard this one?

After hearing the goddess's sentence all the time, Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian in surprise, and said puzzledly: "Why did Uncle Shi think of the goddess again?" You don't secretly like that goddess, do you? ”

Listening to Lu Xiaosan's nonsense, Le Chaotian was not angry, and smiled slightly.

"Of course the goddess can like it, the song of the goddess Fu that I played for you at the beginning, isn't it the story of the king of Chu and the goddess written by Ziyuan, the prince of ancient Chu? But it's not a matter of liking the goddess or not. ”

The little boy was puzzled and asked, "What is that?" ”

Le Chaotian lowered his head and plucked the piano on his knees, and said softly: "It's just a pity for the goddess." ”

The little boy asked a little puzzled, "What are you sorry for?" ”

Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity that she can't see the world after that." ”

The little boy and the little squirrel probably couldn't understand what this Taoist uncle was talking about.

Le Chaotian plucked the piano on his knees with a sigh, and finally vigorously picked out an upward end note.

"The Past ....."

The Taoist said these three words with emotion, and then very simply pushed the qin in his hand into the stream, and let it flow away like a piece of rotten wood.

Lu Xiaosan looked at this scene in amazement, he couldn't quite understand what Le Chaotian was going to do, holding the bag of food, and stood in a daze for a long time, until the guqin drifted away, and he didn't know where it fell, before he came back to his senses, looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Uncle Shi doesn't play the piano anymore?" ”

Le Chaotian stood up, stood on the bank of the stream with his hands in his hands, and said softly: "Don't play." ”

Lu Xiaosan frowned and asked, "Why?" ”

Le Chaotian said very embarrassedly: "Although it is said that the spring is white and snowy, the people of Xiariba." It's just that when you've heard some good sounds of mountains and rivers, you'll feel that there's no point in playing any longer. ”

Lu Xiaosan stood there puzzled, and even felt that Le Chaotian hadn't eaten delicious food for too long, and he was crazy with hunger, so the little boy looked down at the stream, thinking about whether to help his uncle pick up the piano back, otherwise what if he suddenly regretted it one day?

It's just that when the little boy was still hesitating there, he found that Le Chaotian stretched out his hand and pulled a big chicken leg from the roast chicken in his arms, brought it to his lips and ate a big bite very boldly, and then like a stupid and enthusiastic teenager, he held the roast chicken leg by the stream.

"I have few ambitions, and I dream of reaching the sky ..... in the past"

Lu Xiaosan pounced directly with his teeth and claws.

"That thing is mine!"

"Woohoo."

......

I have a few ambitions, and I dream of reaching the sky.

Masa Suyue, the world has been admired for thousands of years.

There are guests and phoenixes, clouds meet green mountains and red cliffs, and meet on the high cold.

Drinking wine to help Beidou, I am also lice.

Shao Song said, God is very open, and the form is sleeping.

The bird was held high again and again, and the heavens and the earth saw the circle.

If you want to sing and dream again, push the pillow and think alone, and the personnel bottom is lost.

There are beauties to talk about, and the autumn water is separated by Juanjuan.

......

Gu Wenzhi sat there, quietly looking at this old Taoist who had started to knock on the bowl and sing again for some reason.

The latter seemed to be a little drunk, and his body was swaying, but he clearly didn't drink, the old Taoist hadn't drunk for many years, he just drank a bowl of soup and medicine.

It's just a kind of shaking, and it's as if I'm intoxicated by that tune.

It took a long time for the old Taoist to repeat the sentence 'I have few ambitions, and I dreamed of reaching the sky in the past', and slowly stopped tapping.

Gu Wenzhi looked at the old Taoist deeply and said softly, "Master seems to like this sentence very much. ”

The old Taoist coughed twice, smiled softly, looked at Gu Wenzhi and said, "Don't you like it?" ”

Gu Wenzhi pondered it twice, and said with a sigh: "How could I not like such a heroic sentence?" It's just that there probably won't be such a warm emotion as Master. ”

Gu Wenzhi seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows and looked at the old Taoist and said, "Could it be that Master has ever seen such a heavenly person?" ”

The old Taoist shook his head, stood up, leaned against the branches on the side, and said softly: "Of course not, the story of such a heavenly man was a thousand years ago, how can we see it for a hundred years?" ”

Gu Wenzhi looked at his master with some puzzlement, probably really couldn't understand why he suddenly talked about these things again.

The old Taoist leaned on the small branch in the world, looked up at the bright moon one day, and said softly: "What do you think of the story of the white wind and rain back then?" ”

Gu Wenzhi thought about it seriously and said, "The spirit is commendable, but I am in too much of a hurry. ”

The story of this human world is probably not black and white.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Yes." Do you know? In fact, in the Qingtian Dao, no one refused to take such a road, including Le Chaotian and Xie Chaoyu. It's just that some contradictions between the present and the ideal have intensified such a story. Some people are disheartened, and some people are angry and break down the door. But you see, did their generation really give up on those ideas? ”

That generation naturally refers to Xie Chaoyu and Le Chaotian, not the younger generation of Li Shi and Zhang Xiaoyu.

Gu Wenzhi seemed to understand something, raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky with the old Taoist, and read softly.

"I have few ambitions, and I dream of reaching the sky."

It turns out that such a phrase was never about a heavenly person.

The old Taoist said softly: "There is a Buddhist proverb in Luming, which is called the Buddha is the person who came over, and the person is the Buddha of the future." So we can say the same......"

A man in heaven is a man on earth.

Volume III, Heavenly Man.

Finish.