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The snow stopped suddenly, and the sky was clear.

The Great Shura who stood tall outside the northern gate of Shengjing seemed to be wearing a white cloak, and the barefoot monk in front of the Great Shura still kept smiling, but a snowflake hung on the corner of his mouth, making him look even more cute and cute.

After the snow stopped, many people picked up the broom and came to the city gate to clear the snow, most of them had a smile on their faces, chatting while sweeping, and burst out laughing from time to time, but the broom under their hands was meticulous, and the children who wiped the body of the barefoot monk were even more serious.

Zhang Xiaodao, dressed in black, stood on the north city wall, staring at the smile of the barefoot monk, and his mind was full of images of the barefoot monk fighting with the old man in charge.

This day was the thirteenth day for him to study the culture of the Western Regions, and it was also the last day for him to leave Shengjing.

He inexplicably came to the city wall and looked at the smile of the barefoot monk, he didn't know why he came, but he fell into the memory.

Seeing Zhang Xiaodao sitting down silently, she didn't bother, but looked at the people cleaning the barefoot monk spotlessly and laughed, but from time to time looked at the leather sheath of the pig-killing knife that Zhang Xiaodao always hung on his waist.

Zhang Xiaodao sat down for a day, and when he woke up, he saw the red glow reflected on half of the bare foot monk's cheek, and he seemed to understand the purpose of his coming here.

It's not to improve, it's just to find the spirit of the barefoot monk who is fearless of heaven and earth!

Leaving the north city wall, Zhang Xiaodao bought Wang Luohan two strings of freshly made rock sugar gourds on the street on the road, and when they returned home, the two began to pack up.

Zhang Xiaodao asked while sorting out his clothes, "Recently, do you feel anything?"

Wang Luohan was folding the new clothes she had made for Zhang Xiaodao in the past few days, and her face flushed when she heard the words: "Occasionally, I will feel like vomiting a little bit." ”

Zhang Xiaodao laughed stupidly and said, "Do you want to go see the doctor?"

Wang Luohan said: "No need, I know it in my heart, don't worry." ”

Zhang Xiaodao nodded. asked: "By the way, I was a little dizzy a few days ago, did you ask about Li Wan'er?"

Wang Luohan stopped the movement in his hand and said, "After a brief mention, Shi Niang nodded and didn't say anything." ”

"Nod yes?"

"Agreed, huh?"

"Then the bento master agreed, and told the little girl about it. He had to be euthanized. ”

"I'm trying to rush back before you go back to the Tang Dynasty, and you can still drink the wedding wine. ”

Zhang Xiaodao smiled and said, "At that time, maybe it's time for us to set the table." ”

Wang Luohan patted his lower abdomen, which was still flat, clenched his small fists and said, "Strive to have a son." ”

Zhang Xiaodao grinned, looked at the neatly folded clothes on the table, and asked, "I have to try what you did." ”

Wang Luohan waved his hand and said, "No." I don't know your size yet!"

Zhang Xiaodao thought to himself, and the little two of them talked freely to the north and south, until all the bags were sorted out, and the stunned love naturally came to his heart.

The two of them did not continue to speak, but naturally leaned back on the bed, not knowing what to think, until dawn the next day.

............

A hurricane blew. The yellow sand that covers the sky and the sun was lifted.

Liu Yichen was still squatting in the huge hole in the desert, and the occasional slippery sand was poured on his head, but he didn't realize it.

It wasn't until the yellow sand swept over and the sky finally brightened that Liu Yichen came back to his senses, looking at the bright bones in front of him, and his heart was shocked to the extreme.

He didn't know what the Bright Skeleton was for, and he didn't know that this skeleton was actually the skeleton of the old man in charge of the Bright Sect.

He just touched the jade-like skeleton. Feeling the pure light pouring into his body, in just one night, he felt that he had been reborn, and the light in his body was magnificent, and he could only see a sea of pitiful qi in the darkness when he looked inward like before.

When he woke up, he realized how lucky he was and what kind of treasure he had gotten.

Therefore, he thought about whether to return to the Holy See of Light. Because only the magic of light can not waste the gift of God.

Standing up with his tired body, Liu Yichen took a deep breath of the air full of sand grains, and suddenly felt a little muddy in his throat. Quenched out a mouthful of sticky phlegm.

The sticky phlegm fell next to the headless bright bones, Liu Yichen took out the strip of cloth around his waist, trapped the bright bones on his back, and then sat down again staring at the pile of golden sands with a painful face.

He sat down until dark, as he pondered decisions that might affect his life.

The desert temperature at night plummeted, the smell in the pit made people vomit, and a trace of moonlight hit the pit and shone on Liu Yichen's face, and he raised his cheeks and sighed.

The clouds flew by, and behind him was a skeleton scattered with light, and at his feet were piles of priceless golden sand.

He could have chosen to take Jinsha back to the Tang Dynasty and buy a fake identity with his means, and it was not difficult to live the life of a son-in-law from now on.

But he finally raised the dagger and crossed the left side of his face at a bright moon!

Blood flowed everywhere, but Liu Yichen's cruelty to himself was not over, he gritted his gums and cut off his left ear.

Blood flowed down his neck into his tattered missionary robes, and he didn't stop the bleeding because he knew he wouldn't die.

Instead, he grabbed two handfuls of golden sand and put them in his pocket, and carried the bones of light, which were brighter than the moonlight, to the desert.

He looked at the extreme west, knowing that the end of it was the Bright Holy See, overflowing with a fierce smile, and said to himself: "Liu Yichen, are you still the ignorant child in Lingyin County?"

He took the first step heavily, and the sand under his feet was kicked out of the smoke.

"Liu Yichen, are you still that teenager with low self-esteem?"

As soon as he took another step, his right leg trembled a little, stemming from the temperature of the blood in his trousers.

"Liu Yichen, are you still the lost dog?"

With another step, his eyes began to turn red!

"Liu Yichen, is your vision only limited to the so-called blue-clothed sacrifice?"

The blood in his body began to boil!

"Liu Yichen, you should go to the West! There is a place called the Bright Sect!"

He slammed his fist his chest, and his left face and left ear were bloody!

"Liu Yichen, only there, can you let the world see your light!"

After speaking, he finally quickened his pace and completed his inner choice!

In the barren desert, there is a young man carrying a headless skeleton on his back, splashing blood all the way, step by step to the extreme west, his goal is to .......

Look down on all beings!

............

The word ambition has never been a derogatory term.

The ambition of the village women is to be able to eat pork every day, so they diligently sprinkle pig food with their hands, and pay attention to the pigs' eating, drinking, and lazing.

The woodcutter's ambition was to cut out a lot of firewood and sell it for silver, so they did not hesitate to rub their hands into calluses, and use the soles of their feet to walk in the deep mountains and forests all day long.

Xiucai's ambition is naturally to ascend to the court as soon as possible, so they fight at night and study in books, hoping that one day they can rely on this knowledge to become a marquis and worship the prime minister.

Zhang Xiaodao's ambition this year is to have a small knife, and Liu Yichen's ambition is to be able to reach the pinnacle of the Holy See after a makeover.

Sheng Tang's ambition this year is not big, he just hopes to be able to survive this harsh winter in peace and make full preparations for next year's spring war.

For this reason, many people in the Tang Dynasty began to walk in the world, hoping to get the first opportunity for the Tang Dynasty through various methods and methods!

Zhang Xiaodao went to the Western Regions this time, naturally for this purpose, and on the day he walked out of Shengjing, he stood in front of the barefoot monk and took out a pig-killing knife.

The little guy who was traveling with Yi Chuan and the others watched Zhang Xiaodao shave his head to the stubble, thinking that he was just making some makeup changes for the trip to the Western Regions.

Only Wang Luohan vaguely remembers that Zhang Xiaodao once said that the protagonist in an American drama has to shave off his head when he becomes ruthless, but she doesn't know what an American drama is.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was in the head of the board, flicked it on his head with his hand, boarded the carriage, and shouted: "Go!"

The horses neighed and raised their hooves in joy.

A month later, the carriage arrived at the Qingzhou border pass, and under the condition of being led, the carriage made a detour through the border pass and entered the Western Regions.

The weather in the Western Regions was hot and dry, the carriage was replaced by camels, and everyone marched forward against the wind and sand.

In just a few days, they entered the western desert.

And this is the time of separation.

Zhang Xiaodao took off the hat with black yarn, got off the camel and looked at the impoverished sky, and before he could open his mouth, a strong wind blew, and his whole body was already yellow.

Wang Luohan, who was wrapped in a turban, buttoned his hat back, dusted off his clothes and said, "The weather is not good here, you have to learn to take care of yourself when I leave." ”

On the other end, Yi Chuan and Xiao Wu rode a camel into the distance to avoid suspicion.

Zhang Xiaodao's rough hand full of sand pinched Wang Luohan's face, and without speaking, the other hand lifted the black veil of the hat.

Wang Luohan pursed his red lips and spread his arms and hugged Zhang Xiaodao.

After a while, Zhang Xiaodao gently kissed Wang Luohan's seductive red lips, touched it, and said softly: "Don't be too sad, you go, go early and return early." ”

Wang Luohan nodded, let go of Zhang Xiaodao's hand with some reluctance, stepped towards the west, and arrived at the desert slope at the end of Zhang Xiaodao's field of vision in an instant.

Wang Luohan, who was pulling the long shadow, turned his head and waved his little hand vigorously, and saw Zhang Xiaodao in the distance also waving it.

The two of them waved very hard, but they didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and they didn't know how long they waved, the two of them put down their hands awkwardly, and smiled tacitly, she saw through the smiling face of Zhang Xiaodao behind the black veil, and he saw through the smiling face of Wang Luohan under the turban.

But at this time, a hurricane hit, and the sky was full of yellow sand.

Neither of them could see each other.