Yunmeng Mountain, a five-A scenic spot, is under a big tree in front of Guigu Cave.

The tourists here are in a hurry, but the two old men who are playing under the big tree are playing Go calmly and leisurely in this chaos, and they are at ease.

They sat separately, and the old man on the west side combed his big back hair, wore brown reading glasses, and held a thermos cup in his hand, in which the wolfberries and mulberries had not yet been soaked through, floating on the hot water, very much like a retired old cadre.

The old man on the east side is dressed as a Taoist priest from the traveling side, with not much hair, a bun, fixed with a wooden hairpin, and a white cyan Taoist robe on his body, I don't know how many years he has worn it.

Lao Dao picked up the white child, put it on a vacancy, and said with a smile:

"Watch me eat you dragon."

The old cadre-like old man pouted and said:

"You're burning white chicken dung all over the world to break the dragon vein, are you addicted? There are dragons in my eyes, and I'm obviously a motle. ”

The old man smirked and said:

"The mole is also a dragon boy, and it has to be broken if it touches it."

The old man on the opposite side snorted, dropped a sunspot, and said:

"If you have gas, you can't break it."

Lao Dao took the white man, looked at the old man opposite, and muttered:

"You failed two thousand years ago, and two thousand years later, do you still want to create another Qin Emperor?"

The old man on the opposite side also looked at Lao Dao,-for-tat, and said:

"Why not?"

Lao Dao shook his head and said:

"If you go against the sky, you can't do it, the value of life is life and death, that's the way, if you want to drag people down this way, there will be no way out, the world will be lost."

The old man didn't care, and sneered:

"Talking about the universe, that is, there are hundreds of millions of stars in this galaxy, and there are countless lives, and there is no shortage of human lives, let them live and die, if this road has to be run by the life and death of human beings in our mere area, then it will be lost, what do you feel sorry for?"

Lao Dao took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:

"You've made up your mind?"

The old man took a sip of wolfberry water and said:

"I can't do it again."

Lao Dao bowed his head slightly and sighed:

"I don't know, when will the next time we play chess, maybe there won't be a next time."

The old man blew open the mulberries floating in the cup, and said lightly:

"There must be, next time we'll make an appointment to play in the devil's belly."

Lao Dao's eyelids twitched, he held the white son in his hand, and finally didn't say a word, slowly fell, didn't make a sound, turned around and drifted away.

The old man looked at the chessboard, and his sunspot had been wiped out by the last killing move of the old way.

He smiled disdainfully, reached out and lifted the chessboard, scattered the chess pieces on the ground, and then took out a bag of crispy noodles with chives and chicken sauce in his bag, and chewed them with a look of enjoyment.

No matter how high a chess player is, he can't win against an opponent who is ready to turn the table at the beginning.

On the sea, where No. 1 and others landed on the island.

In the eyes of normal people, this is the endless blue waves, where there are islands.

An equally low-key medium-sized ferry slowly pulled up near here.

On the bow deck, a young nun in a black robe, with her hands clasped in front of her, clutched a silver cross more than ten centimeters long.

Behind her, there was a group of people wearing outdoor camouflage uniforms, and it could be seen that Jin Cheng and Xiao Pei, who had previously chased Yun Qianfeng in the waters of the Lao Ye Temple, were also among them.

Kaneshiro admires the skin that looks like Snow White standing in front of him (not the current version of Snow White, special!). The eyes always make people look like women in a fish tank in warm water, or should they be called archangels.

THE ONE, that is, the Holy Society in Jincheng's mouth, the title of the angel, is exclusive to the core members of THE ONE.

Archangels, already have some status.

Jin Cheng glanced at the fishing boat parked in the distance, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice:

"Archangel, those stonemasons should have landed on the island, are we going to catch up?"

The archangel shook his head, always so gentle, and said:

"It's not a sacred place that we can disturb, it's the dwelling place of God, it's also the prison cell of the devil, and only the chosen one can enter and leave it, and that person is on the island now, but he will always come out, and we'll just wait here."

Jin Cheng leaned forward again, with a flattering expression, and said:

"That man is very evil, and time can't kill him."

The archangel was still so peaceful, and his tone was still so gentle, and he said lightly:

"Bullets can, in this macrocosm, there is nothing easier to solve trouble than bullets, and if there is, it's cannonballs."

Deep in the jungle of the island.

Yun Qianfeng and the third girl hurried as fast as they could in the forest.

Yun Qianfeng carried a thick wooden stick on his shoulder, and the donkey skin hung on it like a flag.

In this environment, they need this donkey skin too much to cope with the spring cold at night.

Qianqian walked in the middle of the line, draped in a sheepskin apron, the same one that was found on the corpse yesterday.

The sheepskin was already dry and hard, but after being smeared with the fat of the wild donkey roasted by Yun Qianfeng over a bonfire, it was re-tanned and softened, just to keep the weakest girl warm.

The little girl is not big, but her waist is twisted a lot when she walks, and her little buttocks are swaying left and right, holding up the sheepskin apron and swinging it all over again.

Of course, compared with Qin Shuying, who was walking side by side with her, Qianqian's warp was inconspicuous all of a sudden, and Qin Shuying was "tall".

Whenever Yun Qianfeng paid attention to Qin Shuying's back, he looked forward to his life being ordinary and being able to get married and have children.

But he didn't think that if it was that kind of life, he and Qin Shuying would probably always be in two parallel lives that would not intersect.

Sweet gourd bitter, nothing in the world is perfect.

It was just over one o'clock in the afternoon, but the four of them had to stop.

In front of them, a cliff dozens of stories high, standing vertically on the ground, smooth as a mirror.

With such a cliff, any rock climber has nowhere to start.

Standing in front of the cliff and looking left and right, you can't see the boundary on either side of the cliff at all.

Such a cliff cannot be crossed at all unless you take a plane, and you can only find a way to get around.

Yun Qianfeng felt that the direction of the omniscient eye in his abdomen was perpendicular to the surface of the cliff, which made him not know for a moment which direction to choose left and right to find a way around the cliff.

Qin Shuying's eyes are the most careful among several people, thanks to the fact that in order to make her eyes more agile when she dances, she observes the hundreds of small fish in her big fish tank every day, and has practiced this discerning eyesight.

She pointed to the cliff in the distance on the left and said:

"Clouds, you see strange there, the leaves and the earth are always whirling and flying."

Zhang Min formed a tube with his hands, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, hurriedly shrunk his shoulders, and said fearfully:

"It's a whirlwind, when I was a child, I followed adults to the graves of deceased elders, and as soon as paper money was burned in the cemetery, this kind of wind blew, and it was specially around the paper money fire, but it was scary, they said that the whirlwind was generated by the movement of ghosts."

In Yun Qianfeng's eyes, the whirlwind was nothing magical, but the whirlwind in the distance was magical, because it was all the time, and it didn't stop for a second.

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