It is very common to sigh at the sea, but there are very few people who sigh at salted fish, but thinking about what happened to him in the past year, even if he is facing a basket of salted fish, Longqing can't help but sigh.

But he knew very well that for his current self, any feelings such as sighing and sighing would seem too redundant, and would make him feel the irrepressible pain and despair again in his state of mind, which he had finally calmed down, so he was silent and prepared to leave the fishing port.

Suddenly, he stopped, and his delicate leather shoes slowly crushed on the wet and slippery ground, driving his body slowly backwards.

I saw a small boat rising and falling between the waves in the distance on the sea full of morning light. Long Qing's eyesight is still much sharper than ordinary people, and he saw a Tsing Yi Taoist standing on the boat.

The Tsing Yi Taoist on the boat was ordinary and ordinary, without anything special, but he couldn't take his eyes off it, because his body became extremely stiff from shock.

Fishermen and coolies, carrying heavy catches on their backs, walked between the slippery decks, the shore, the merchants with their cigarette sticks in their mouths, the seabirds flying back and forth between the sea and the masts, the fishing port of Yue Guo was still busy and noisy, and no one seemed to see the boat.

Long Qing looked at the small boat and the Taoist on the boat silently from a distance of hundreds of zhang, his eyes were uneasy with the ups and downs of the waves in the distance, he was no longer a cultivator, but his insight was still there, and he knew very well that this Taoist in Tsing Yi must be a cultivator, and he couldn't see the depth at all, even if he was once powerful, he couldn't see the depth.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi on the small boat in the distance, standing on the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, looked up slightly at the rising sun in the east, and the whole person seemed to melt into the reddish morning light.

Long Qing looked at the back of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, and suddenly had the urge to escape.

At this moment, a calm and coercive voice sounded in his head.

"Is there really such a thing as satisfaction in the world?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi on the sea in the distance didn't turn around, and naturally he couldn't see if he had spoken, but Long Qing understood that the voice in his head was the Daoist's question.

Hearing this question, his straight eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking a little painful, and he lowered his head to look at a small shrimp that was struggling in the mucus next to his feet, and muttered, "What if you can't be satisfied?"

Then he raised his head, looked at the Taoist in Tsing Yi on the boat in the distance, and said with a little resentment and sorrow: "The light has abandoned itself, and the darkness does not bother to kill itself, what kind of life can I hope for?"

The voice of the Taoist in Tsing Yi sounded clearly in Long Qing's mind again from a distance of hundreds of zhang. ”

Thou art light, and there shall be light in thy eyes, and thou art darkness, and thy eyes shall be dark. You've been through so much in the past year, haven't you understood the true relationship between light and darkness?"

Long Qing remembered the dream when he was climbing the mountain in the academy, the dream that made him extremely painful, extremely proud, extremely brilliant and finally extremely sad, remembering the golden light in the dream, and suddenly understood something, but his body suddenly became cold, and he began to shiver and uneasy under the morning sun in late spring.

"But that's not my original faith. ”

He stared at the man in Tsing Yi on the boat in the distance, and his trembling voice came from his lips and teeth like the wind on the mast of a ship, with endless despair.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi did not turn around, still looking at the red morning sun with his hands.

"Can faith satisfy you?"

Long Qing replied, "Once." ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi was silent.

Long Qing lowered his head, looked at the little shrimp that was still struggling at his feet, and asked painfully, "Is this really okay?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi said, "Yes." ”

Long Qing asked a little confused, "Is it worth it?"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi said: "Is it worth it, yes."

x. "Q is not satisfied, if you are satisfied with the present, it is not worth it, if you are still not satisfied, then it is worth it, I have always thought that there is never real satisfaction in the world, then I think it is worth it whenever you want. ”

After all, it came back to the original question of contentment.

Long Qing forcibly suppressed his shocked and helpless feelings, frowning desperately and thinking, recalling the past time in a long silence and guessing the future life.

Are you really satisfied?

In Chengjing City, he led beggars to grab food to earn land, abducted and abducted and stole silver, and finally earned a sum of money to go to the Song Kingdom to open a shop to earn silver, and began to sell pickled fish to earn silver, so he went down peacefully and peacefully, became an ordinary successful businessman in the world, married a beautiful and gentle wife, took two concubines, and gave birth to many children, until he was old many years later, and confirmed that no one in Yan Kingdom was chasing him, so he secretly took the family back to Chengjing, knelt beside the royal road outside the palace, pointed to the same old emperor who drove the emperor, and told his grandson in a trembling voice, Grandpa had a good relationship with him back then, but I should have sat there。

Then he was about to die, and let his family carry him to the Xiling Divine Kingdom, to the foot of the peach blossom sacred mountain, and squeezed into the midst of countless sick women who came to worship God for medical treatment, and then he lay weakly on the stretcher, watching the indifferent and proud temple cavalry and black-clothed deacons walk by, looking at the majestic Taoist halls on the high places, two lines of turbid tears flowed down the old wrinkled cheeks, and weakly cried out I should have sat there.

That kind of life is right, and for that kind of life, it is worth doing anything, even if it deviates from the original belief and accepts the most painful spiritual breakdown

Long Qing stood in the morning light on the seaside, standing between the fishy smell of salted fish and the fishy smell of the sea breeze, ignorant and unconscious, not smelling its stench, like a soulless body, suddenly he knelt down.

There was a crunch, and his knees crushed the struggling shrimp in the slime in front of him.

He looked at the small boat hundreds of feet away, looked at the body of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, knelt down with his hands on the ground, tears were silent on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Please guide my path." ”

The voice of the Taoist in Tsing Yi sounded in his head again: "Come with me." ”

Long Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little confused, he didn't know how to get close to the boat, and he didn't know how to follow the back of the Tsing Yi Taoist on the boat.

When he looked up, he found that he was no longer a fishing port, but a vast blue water, and seabirds fell into the sea from time to time, disturbing the morning light and the color of the sea.

The back of the Taoist in Tsing Yi was only two steps away from him.

At some point, he had come to the boat.

Long Qing looked at the Taoist in Tsing Yi standing at the bow of the ship, shocked and speechless.

When he saw the picture on the side of the ship, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

The South China Sea is much calmer than the East China Sea, but the wind and waves are still very large, and the ships that can sail in the South China Sea, regardless of the size of the process, are extremely particular, and the wood used must be piled up in the ship yard for a long time before being constructed, and can only be used after the wind and rain and the sun are exposed to the wind and rain and the sun to dissipate the stress.

In other words, any ship wood is dead wood.

However, on the side of the boat, a peach blossom was born at this time.

Dead wood gives birth to new peaches.

It was a black peach blossom, trembling slightly in the sea breeze, and inking in the morning light.

(Report some things to you, I've really had a problem with the love in the last two days, I really can't write, only these, all the responsibility lies with me, I will do my best to reverse, and I will never be miserable into the mistakes of last month, fortunately I can take a day off tomorrow, I will deal with the details and love xù, and then I have to put pressure on myself, I will have three more on Sunday, and three more on Monday, if it feels right, then I hope that the three more will last two more days, bow to everyone.) (To be continued)