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The silence of the morning is broken by the chirping of birds, and the autumn sun shines on the swaying branches of the trees, reflecting the dappled falling into the window lattice, and the green leaves swaying in the wind on the vine-intertwined beds.

In the sound of chirping, Lu Liangsheng yawned and walked out of the door, along with the toad standing on the window lattice, the master and apprentice raised their arms together and stretched their waists.

Under the corner of the eaves, Hong Lian drove the breeze to blow the small stove on the side, waited for the toad squatting by the water tank to finish washing, uncovered the lid of the pot, smelled the rising aroma, scooped up the food and put it on the stone table that had been used as Tuo'er, Sui'an, and Yuanfeng, and called twice: "The son has eaten." ”

"Master Toad has eaten. ”

"It's coming!"

The toad climbed the stone bench, kicked on two legs and struggled to climb up, Hong Lian handed the bowl over, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Liangsheng sitting under the eaves combing his hair bun, pursed his lips and smiled, got up and floated to grab the wooden comb.

"It's better to be a concubine. ”

The bun was loosened again, and the slender little hands were neatly pinched in the palm of the hand one by one, and when the next strand was brushed, a few strands of gray hair hidden in the middle were revealed.

Honglian held the wooden comb and her hands trembled.

"Childe, your hair ......"

The toad holding the food over there glanced sideways, picked up the rice and threw it on the ground, and let the white hen staring at him peck.

"Out of the way. ”

The scholar under the eaves just smiled, let Hong Lian continue to comb, and almost got up and tied the scarf while saying to Hong Lian and the master:

"I won't eat breakfast, I'll go and walk around and take a look at the Spirit Gathering Array. After saying hello, without waiting for the woman and the toad to speak, he went down the mountain in the blink of an eye.

The morning sun shines on the withered yellow branches and leaves, and the Lujia Village under the mountain has already been noisy, and the villagers carry farm tools and drag their families to the fields to work.

Lu Liangsheng, who was facing the morning breeze, came to the village, and the house was still the same as it was? There are a lot of new houses around the edge? It's completely connected with Kitamura.

Standing outside the door and window of the private school, looking at the children reading aloud inside? Transferred to the small courtyard of the family again? The four scholars also got up early to do their homework.

Walking in the field out of sight of others, squatting down to the clear river? Pick up the water and take a sip and look at the bright sunshine? A familiar and hard-working figure under the sun? The depression in my heart was slightly soothed.

It's a pity that my parents aren't here.

Soon, I walked to Xiaoquan Mountain to see rouge, and the little mermaid who swam around in the waterfall pool, stabilized the eyes? Went elsewhere? It seems that everything that can be done must be done in a hurry.

For a few days, I almost walked all over the corners of Qixia Mountain, re-re-transformed the Spirit Gathering Array, and then went to the thatched hut where I met Pudu Cihang for the first time? Now the collapsed and burned ruins, the wind and rain are connected to the ground? A lot of weeds grow, and small beasts and insects make their home there.

It was like an omen.

How many days will it come down? Lu Liangsheng suddenly fell ill, is this among the cultivators? Is it hard to believe? The whole lap of weight loss? Lying on the bed and dying, his mana was exhausted overnight, and the mountains, seas and stars attached to his body became dim.

Scared toad Dao people, and Hong Lian did not leave an inch, from time to time to lose mana to nourish his body, during this time, four scholars also came over, but unfortunately did not see Lu Liangsheng, they came to say goodbye, since they have returned here, they also want to go home to see if it is still the same as before.

Time passed little by little, the dead leaves all over the mountain fell, Lu Liangsheng could also get down to the bed and walk around, and gradually returned to his original appearance, mana, cultivation, mountains, seas and stars came out again one by one, which made the toad Taoist dumbfounded, and he couldn't figure out what was going on at all.

It's just that the scholar's gray hair is a little more.

"Master Toad, what the hell is going on with him, Childe?"

The autumn wind became colder and colder, Hong Lian stood in the small courtyard of the thatched house, and looked worriedly at Lu Liangsheng, who was dressed in thin green clothes on the edge of the cliff, sitting cross-legged under the pine tree, she had heard the experience of the group coming back from the Western world all the way, and also heard about the fighting methods with the four generals of the demon family at sea, but why did it become like this, and she felt distressed for no reason.

The old man didn't know that after he retrieved the Kongtong seal from the ruins, he became mysterious and secretive, and he didn't tell the old man what happened inside. ”

The toad touched the fish whiskers at the corner of his mouth, and finally stood up uneasily, jumped off the stone table, and walked over with his double fins.

"Liangsheng, what's going on with you lately? Could it be related to the ruins?"

Under the pine tree with slightly shaking branches and leaves, Lu Liangsheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sea of clouds churning in the mountains in the distance, with a smile on his face.

"Master, you remember that you once told Liangsheng that all creatures in heaven and earth can enter the Tao, and when you fly in the sky, you may have spiritual sense, and carved stonemasons will also get insights from statues......."

"Is there one? Why doesn't the old man remember. ”

The toad Taoist was stunned for a moment, sat down beside the apprentice, rubbed his chin and thought about it for a while, and sighed: "At that time, the teacher made it up for you to learn spells. ”

On the side, Lu Liangsheng didn't care, and his gaze at the sky became deep.

"But walking out of the village, many years along the way, watching the pursuit of people around me one by one, such as Pudu Cihang, soaring for nine days for the dragon, unscrupulous means, such as my mentor Uncle Huagong, pursuing the suffering of the people, at the cost of his life, as well as Chen Fu, Yang Su, Zhou Yao, all kinds of things, different thoughts in my heart, but I saw some things from them, unclear things, as if hidden in the bottom of my heart, but also like a ...... in the sky"

The toad Taoist looked up at the sky, the thick clouds covered the sunlight, looking gloomy, shook his head, got up and prepared to leave, anyway, he couldn't say that he couldn't move his apprentice.

'He was seriously ill and gray-haired, and he looked like an old man...... Gotta ......'

These words were like a lightning bolt in his head, and his walking figure suddenly froze, and he looked at the scholar who closed his eyes again with complicated eyes, and slowly walked back to the small courtyard.

"Master Toad, did you ask?" Hong Lian greeted him and asked bluntly.

Alas~~

The toad Taoist stood on the stone table, holding his flippers and half-squinting, and the figure under the old tree of the lonely cliff shook his head.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, life to death......."

He whispered.

........

The light of day became dark, and the scholar sitting there was still motionless, and then at dawn, a pine leaf fell to his shoulder, mixed with the head mixed with white hair, Hong Lian swept away the needles on his body for him, looking at the delicate face, the corners of his eyes gradually became a little wrinkled, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Autumn has passed, and the motionless figure is already covered with dust and dead leaves.

In the bleak world, soon, a snowflake fell, the crowd in Chang'an in winter surged, people who had been busy for a year had to accompany their relatives to buy New Year's goods, Lu Laoshi wore brand new clothes, walked around in front of his wife, and sat down when he was empty, learning from his son's appearance, spreading out the paper, and painting a few frames with different appearances.

The burning charcoal brings warmth, Lu Xiaoxian is dressed bloated, sitting on a soft chair specially made by the Taoist, embroidered with a pair of small and delicate tiger hats, occasionally raising his sight, looking outside, the Taoist with a serious face sucks his cold red nose, teaches a group of half-grown children with his hands, turns back to meet his wife's gaze, proudly picks his chin, and in the next second, his feet slipped, and he stumbled and almost fell, which made Xiaoxian chuckle and glared back.

In another wooden building, Li Jinhua rushed out of the room with a spoon, chasing the bright moon boy who was holding a little pig in his arms and scolding, not forgetting to turn around and tear his throat and shout 'Open the meal!!'

The sound spread to the outside of the view, and in the sound of the horn of 'Huha', the shirtless eight big men ran around the hibiscus pond with their children and a group of older disciples who were still in the audience, and when they heard the call, they ran back to the mountain gate with the team in an orderly manner.

At the other end of the city, Wang Chengen, who had snow-white hair, was in good spirits, bid farewell to Yuwen Mansion, held the banner of 'immortals don't ask', and decided to travel all over the world.

The winter sunset spreads, reflecting the wind and snow.

Qixia Mountain is already white, the toad Daoist wrapped in a thick quilt, shrunk in the bookshelf cubicle and fell asleep, the whimpering wind and snow blew through the window lattice, pounced on the cliff, the pale beard trembled slightly in the wind, and the frost flowers.

Hong Lian stepped on the snow with an oil-paper umbrella, covered the figure's head, looked at the old face stained with snowflakes, took out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped it for him, sat next to him, looked at the mountain wind and snow together, and said some words.

Time passes, the winter snow melts, it is no longer cold, the flowing water stains moisten the soil, the mountains and dry forests draw out tender green, and it is another spring.

The toad Taoist woke up, looked at the rickety apprentice, ran to the mountains to catch some game, and lay in the arms of the old donkey while roasting and eating, which was never lonely.

When I returned to the courtyard, I couldn't see the scolding woman arguing with the man who was really talking, and there was no little Taoist priest with a bull's nose reading obscenely there.

The rooster crowed softly and pecked him in the back, and across from him was a hen with a tilted head, crowing through the ground.

Back in the room where he used to live, he took out the hidden pills from under the bed, packed them, jumped on the back of the hen, and walked to Qixia Mountain.

The sun flies, spring goes to autumn, the mountains are green and yellow, and soon, it is snow-covered again, and then it melts away, year after year.

The mountain breeze blows, the old pine tree on the edge of the cliff is swaying slowly and full of pine leaves, the spring sun falls through the gap in the trees to the silver hair, gently caressing, and the figure sitting alone is already a dying old man.