"Sir..... Mingyue said unintentionally just now......"

The waterfall that fell vertically from the cliff fell into the pool, and between the mist, Lu Liangsheng stood on the rock by the pool, heard the voice of rouge, raised his head and smiled: "The child talks like this, how can I take it to heart." ”

Immediately, his eyes returned to the right, looking at the perennial water curtain, stretched out his hand, and the water curtain that fell rapidly splashed open, and a painting scroll with a clear aura flew out and fell steadily into the hands of the scholar.

"Rouge, your mother and son don't have to worry that I will remove the magic circle, but just change the law of spiritual power. ”

Lu Liangsheng unfolded the picture scroll and looked at the war picture with the 'white' flag fluttering on it, "This time I came back, because I had some troubles in my cultivation, and I needed to use the Spirit Gathering Array to provide spiritual energy. ”

On that day, the sky fell into the demon star, in fact, the creatures with a little cultivation could see or perceive it in the remote Qixia Mountain, but the matter of the demon star fragment, Lu Liangsheng mentioned it except for the head of Chengyun Gate, other people or demons, it is really inconvenient to say more, especially to promote cultivation, I am afraid that it will attract people with evil intentions.

Thinking about it, the scholar's hand was not slow, his fingertips bloomed with magic light, modified the magic pattern in the hidden painting on the canvas, and put it back into the waterfall magic circle node, the sun in the sky had risen to the clouds, came down from the rock, talked to Rouge for a while, and then took the bright moon child, and Lu Pan and the eight people went to the other two mountains.

The remaining two Spirit Gathering Nodes still need to be done together.

When he returned to the foot of the mountain with Mingyue and the eight uncles laughing, he saw Hong Lian standing on the side of the road from a distance, and the passing business travelers couldn't see her, and went straight to the side.

"Childe, are you done?"

"It's early. ”

Lu Liangsheng got down the foot of the mountain, walked to the middle of the road, waved his cuffs back, and the gentle breeze blew through Lu Pan's eight people, and the dust particles on his shoes were scattered one by one, but his eyes kept looking at the woman in front of him, and he took her with the other hand, and walked towards the one behind the Honglian Temple.

"Didn't you go back to the temple? Why did you run out again? ”

There were many people around, Hong Lian lowered his face sideways, glanced at the back, and listened to Lu Panba, as well as Xiao Mingyue, straightened her back, slowed down her feet, and hurriedly looked in the direction of Lujia Village.

Knowing that they were eavesdropping, Hong Lian was a little embarrassed, and whispered: "It's .....", the soft voice stretched the 'yes', put his hands together behind his back, looked ahead, his words suddenly changed, and he simply snorted, "I won't tell you!"

Half a sound, but he didn't hear a response, leaned forward, leaned down, and looked at Lu Liangsheng on the side.

"Childe, why don't you speak?"

"I'm thinking about something. ”

Looking at the traders who came to Lujia Village to collect fish, Lu Liangsheng said lightly, smiled and arched his hand at the merchants who were snoring him, walked down the mud road at the foot of the mountain, went up the stone steps under the Honglian Temple, and continued: "I just came back yesterday, I didn't tell you that this time I returned to Qixia Mountain because of the demon star. ”

Hong Lian has been with him for a long time, and they like each other, since watching Lu Yuan's experience, feeling the loneliness between the lines of the other party, Lu Liangsheng cherishes everything in front of him more and more.

As Lu Yuan said, he wants to take a different path from the other party, not only to go down himself, but also to take the people around him with him, even if he accompanies them to grow old and leave this world, it is only a fulfillment of the world, and it is not a pity.

The scholar held Honglian's hand tighter, and walked past a few admiring pilgrims, through the sandalwood temple, and onto the yellowing foothills.

"The qi of the demon star is indestructible and indestructible, it has been a long time, it will flow with the air, and breed in other places, possessing things into demons, and possessing demons into demons, which can make people who are usually honest and kind become cruel and ruthless..... I'm afraid that in case, I sealed a demon star qi in my body, try it, see if I can suppress it, if it works, I want to ......"

He paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and looked back at the undulating Qixia Mountain, where patches of withered yellow stroked and rippled in his vision.

“...... I want to seal all the demon star fragments that have been scattered in Kyushu. ”

"Don't worry, try it first...... It should take a long time this time. Lu Liangsheng smiled, and after a moment, he said softly: "Walk with me again." He took her hand and pulled her away into the golden birch forest.

The wind blew the leaves yellow, and in the midst of a whims, the branches of the trees drifted away from the wind into the distant sky, and in the direction of the flight, you could faintly see the towering city walls and float past the rows of houses.

In the mansion with the word 'Zhou' written on it, the sycamore in the backyard, the last dead leaf fell to the ground, and in a row of houses not far away, there was a voice howling and crying, and an old man came to the end of the road in the world.

The erected spiritual seat is placed under the old man's favorite framed inscription during his lifetime.

——The glorious glow has lived for thousands of years, and the divine power is mighty and shakes the world.

Time passed, the new spiritual position gradually became obsolete, the pasted calligraphy and paintings finally had dust, the autumn colors passed, and the snow accumulated, and the road leading to the north and south was also covered with ice and snow, and there were few human tracks, and the new year was coming.

In the temple in the north of the mountain, in the white forest, the snow was suddenly ringing the twilight bell and fell, and in the temple between the red walls and black tiles, the fat Fajing monk looked sad, erected the seal of compassion, and stood in front of an old monk who was about to die.

Knock –

The brass bell rang.

The old monk of Zhenhai, whose beard was white, opened his eyes, his once majestic eyes became clear, looking at the Buddha statue in the temple, his hands were folded, and he lowered his head and shouted a Buddha horn.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

There was no more sound, only the heavy bell rang long and long, echoing in the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

In the falling winter dusk, the New Year is approaching, people who have been busy for a year are crowded on the streets, walking through the streets and alleys with their relatives carrying New Year's goods, Lu Xiaoxian held the sugar gourd and licked it, and ran to the next stall to buy snacks, and the Taoist followed behind trembling and touching the money bag.

In the long street that disturbed the crowd, Hong Lian showed his Dharma body, took Lu Liangsheng's arm, and walked into the shop with the sign of 'Shubao Zhai', and the shopkeeper who played with the abacus saw the familiar face of the scholar, and screamed, almost hiding in the back hall, ushering in the scholar's gentle tone, which was very different from the former young man's willfulness.

Soon after, the sky gradually darkened the world, the donkey cart that bought a cart of New Year's goods was parked in the yard, the warm yellow stove room, the round table was full of the closest people around him, Lu Liangsheng had not touched the wine for a long time, and poured it one by one for his father, sister, and Taoist, and said auspicious congratulatory messages.

In the dead of night, the lights shine on the window lattice and cast it into the courtyard outside, and the woman in the painting sits at the table with a gentle lotus step, holding her chin, pursing her lips and smiling, looking at the scholar who can't get tired of reading the scroll and reading softly.

Occasionally, the scholar's gaze was intertwined, and the winter room had a warm atmosphere.

Winter goes to spring, the dead branches pull out the buds, the birds fall off the branches and chirp softly, the closed window lattice opens, the scholar in a green shirt and white robe holds the pen and ink to write a good word, revealing the fragrance of ink, and the people who turn over the year go out of the house to feel the spring of the mountain, pick up the hoe and walk to the field.

In Chang'an, the remnants of the snow-covered city wall extended, and in the majestic imperial city, Yang Guang sat on the dragon chair, looked at the kneeling courtiers below, and issued one after another decrees after ascending the throne, becoming more and more powerful as an emperor.

Soon, he retreated back to the back garden, and climbed to the attic where his father once stood, looking at the outline of an endless city, which was the prosperous world under his feet.

Rows of long streets and short alleys, Min Yuerou walked on the street in frustration, she didn't even hear the shouts of the maids around her, she finally came out and mustered up the courage to go to Wanshouguan, but unfortunately there were already people empty, and the person who was happy in her heart had already left.

For a moment, as if someone had bumped her shoulder, the woman raised her head and saw a familiar figure walking in front of her, as if she knew that she had knocked someone down, and the man stopped and looked at the woman with a stunned expression.

"This girl is really sorry, Xiaosheng Lu Yuan will compensate you for one. ”

The man in the white shirt arched his hand, politely arched his hand, disturbing the long and busy street, and the two looked at each other, forgetting the pedestrians coming and going around them.

The heart has a soul.

Thousands of miles away in the foothills of the mountains, the scholars who sat under the old pine and flipped through the books and read clearly, looked to the north, turned their eyes back and sat on the edge of the cliff, occasionally, raised their sight, the sea of clouds undulated.

The old pines swaying in the wind glow with new branches, and gradually wither and drift away to the grave.

Spring goes and autumn comes again, day after day, year after year.