The Crane Bald Man has fallen into the hands of a madman.

He was on the new peak of Zhufeng, and he would not have blamed fun and responsibility together. Since he was forced to go down the mountain, he traveled to the mortal dust, and left Xiaozuo Peak bitterly, where there are his heart-piercing memories. Generations of disciples took the wandering stick from his hand, and said respectfully that he had a great responsibility and would not stop for a while, and that the prosperity and loneliness of the mortal world had nothing to do with him, and he was just a passerby. But in the end, the crane bald man bent down and raised his eyebrows to look at the intersection of the mountain, saluting the moat, and no one stepped down the thousand-meter cloud steps under the wind.

Over time, he developed lovesickness, not for women, but for disciples.

The peak master gathers, there must be his beloved disciples in the rear, in the scene of display, melon and fruit wine, the old Taoist under the soft wind and eyebrows naturally pinch his beard, in his pair of light yellow eyes are all coquettish, self-sighing, a spirit rhyme is early, a shape is praised, counting and counting is left alone, throwing his sleeves back to the peak, drinking what strange wine, what a broken meeting.

Under the strong wind, he is often lonely, he raised cicadas by himself, and he called them for a year, because he wanted to make the whole summer not want to take the life of the cicadas in winter, so that the fish in the water coveted and starved to death.

In fact, he already had the eagerness to go down the mountain to find a disciple in his heart, but Xiao Zuofeng needed him, he had his responsibility, if he left quietly, the peaks were shattered, and the sword shadow was rolled out, he had to press it with one hand, and watched another mountain pop up, and he was relieved to bless his jaw.

This kind of life is not what he wants, he happened to meet a crazy and sloppy madman who is unforgettable in his life, walking left and right, holding a greasy roast chicken in one hand, overflowing with fragrance;

The smell of the wine mixed with the stench was inhaled into his nose, like hell, he carefully retreated, and the madman dropped the hairy puppy in his hand, and walked with squinted eyes, laughing freely, like a hunter seeing his prey.

He will never forget that lewd smile, and when he was about to leave, he was dragged down by a pair of big hands, and a majestic peak master was like a chicken cub. No matter how much he resisted, it was useless. In the dark night, accompanied by the spiritual fire like fireflies, on that remote mountain peak, a heinous incident happened, which imprinted him with indelible memories, it was really so desolate.

Every few days, this drunken figure would step in, speaking foul language, dragging the flask to drink with him, the gap between their personalities was too big, one coquettish, the other dull, but could not stop the delicate whiteness of the moonlight. None of them had any disciples at that time, and strange things happened to their lonely figures, but the nature of a madman was well known to those who were in the peaks.

At that time, the cultivation of the crane bald people was solidified, and they stayed in the middle of the Daohua realm, and they were loosening in those days. He made up his mind and wrote a ten-year farewell letter, the words were as bleak as autumn, the pen touched the heart, and the person who saw the wind path was in tears, and the sleeves were in charge, and he nodded in agreement. On that day, he carried a sheathed sword with a crane feather sword, wrapped in gray cloth on his back, and carried an oil lamp, a few fragments, and a pot of warm wine.

He shouted to his disciple in his heart, touching the hair that fell out of his every step, he was half-bald, smiling constantly, rowing desolately, seeing a corpse, turning over to confirm that it was not his own disciple, and went to the shore to bury it, the inscription was nameless.

Entering a city, there is a demonic spirit in the city, he holds the book, the sentence in his mouth, when he sees people, he says that he is a scholar, and the people in the city are not strange, but there are many scholars like him, killing three demons in one night, and the realm has signs of rising.

He sang songs all the way, and the old man who was holding the boat into the river behind him said with a smile: He can't understand the realm of reading. But he didn't know that this scholar also had an identity, that is, a monk, the clear bell in his ears, the birds falling on their heads, the drizzle of the night and the gloomy sky, the green grass stems and fragrant earthworms, and the whirring wind unraveled his dull mentality, he walked all the way and asked all the way, have you seen his disciple?

Who is your disciple?

Only the laughing mortal dust Taoist priest knelt down solemnly and said respectfully: There is a big battle ahead.

He walked with hope, patting the crane feather sword he carried, the gourd containing wine swaying around his waist, squinting through the clouds, there were all dead and wounded, swords and swords, war horses stamped their feet, he shouted: Why fight? Boom drums, another wave of war began, he screamed with all his strength, was pushed and rolled down the low recess, where there was just now the mortal dust Taoist priest brushed his sleeves and pulled him up, and said: All are human bodies, why stop it? The war between countries, we and other people who have ascended to heaven must be normalized into three gates, heart, god, thought, and the way to leave.

Most of the crane bald man's hair was bald, but he was helplessly restrained, unable to use his cultivation, and hastily left with wine, thinking twice.

Thinking of Zhufeng, thinking of disciples, thinking of fate.

The disciples met with him after a hundred days, but the man's expression was gloomy, the blood was open, and he turned over the corpses of the other disciples, and wept bitterly, and the blooming crane feathers were inserted in his hair, thinking of the kindness given to him by his master, and waiting to go up the mountain to be in a perfect state of mind. But never.

He held his sword and cut through the spell, his whole body festered, sent his disciples up the mountain, and continued his parade, and met the crazy man again, looked at him and smiled, he swallowed his saliva and ran into the distance.

Seven years later, he entered the wilderness and collected the blood of the barbarian cultivator, and did not linger at all.

After returning to the peak, he set up the spirit card and sent the disciples back to the west. At that time, his hair was bald, but when he looked at his disciples, he felt comforted.

Three days later, seeing the madman returning to the mountains and going straight to the mountains and seas, he sat on a small boat and came to the most dangerous mirrored mountains and seas, and also to verify the fate of mortals.

And the young man in front of him did not look like a crazy person at all, but a little worldly, his face was slightly pale, and when he took him to the crane feather boat, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Little friend, your broken boat is not a thing of the peaks, and it is not very good, don't do it! When you arrive at the station, you see the Great Elder, and he will satisfy you with whatever you want." Besides, you look sluggish, have you ever fought with a demon?"

Li Shuishan nodded and responded: "The senior is right, I fought with the demon some time ago, and I killed a man and a woman who attacked me not long ago. ”

After being surprised, the crane bald man hurriedly praised: "Xiaoyou's cultivation is not high, his heart is good, and killing people is the way that a qualified monk must know." There is overlap between the mirrored mountains and seas, and the days of fish farming in fine water outside have increased fattening. Although your master has a dislike for me, I, as an elder, must tell you a few things. If you live openly, you must have strength, the principle of the supremacy of cultivation is what the gang of things on the mountain said, although we don't say it, we must also have a way to deal with them. It is also necessary to conform to the heart of the Dao, the lonely city will fall, and only the power of cohesion can be born. You must not lose your original intention to persist and avoid falling into demons. Well, I hope you walk like the wind, the atmosphere

Those who are lucky will be excellent—"

Li Shuishan remembered his words, patted the folds of the robe on his body, and waited for the mountains to enter his eyes, one by one the people wearing golden armor smelled and breathed, and there were red gourds, white gourds, and green gourds hanging under the big trees, and he swallowed the big sword when he opened his eyes, looked at people with a smile, and said in unison: "The cultivation of luck is coming, I will wait to greet it!"

This sentence echoed through the mountains, an elderly monk in a thin robe bent down respectfully, brushed down the white bamboo beard, his hands hung in the air, the clouds seized the air, a slanted waist thick sword into the sheath, the white shoes stepped on the air slowly, the light above his head sprinkled, and an oil lamp lit up, like the sun.

Li Shuishan squinted his eyes and looked at the lamp, his body was surrounded by a halo, and he had a feeling of paper dyeing and smoking, he didn't know when he would get the luck, only the person he met was hanging fish, there was a cold ice poking out of the blue robe, where is the origin of this?

The wind of the scorching sun emanated from Li Shuishan's body, beyond thousands of thousands, he seemed to be a bright lamp, shining on the mountains, the old monk in the miscellaneous robe claimed to be the great elder, the giant of the mountain, looking like a figure in an ink painting, raising his hand elegant and light, walking in front of him. Took him from the hands of the crane bald man and entered a house, vegetarian tea and vegetarian food, turned the bamboo chair and sat down to speak, he first touched the white bamboo beard and said with satisfaction: "I have been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Li Shuishan was a little nervous and replied, "Why is the Great Elder waiting for me?"

The mountain giant smiled: "I am the Great Elder of Lianshan, and I am proficient in twisting my hands. Most of the disasters of the peaks have come out of my hands, I have seen the first catastrophe in the Taibei Mountain, falling stones from the stars, and disputes are everywhere, and there are ghosts in front of the mountains, and the ghosts speak with fear, telling me that there is a calamity in the sea, and the ghosts will not be behind me anymore - I treat you because the fifth calamity I counted, you came. You carry the fortune of the peaks, and your life is the sky, and there are few people in the ages. ”

Li Shuishan frowned, and patiently listened to him say, "You have come from winter, and you will definitely go with the wind and snow, am I accurate?"

Li Shuishan nodded slightly, as if he remembered something.

He smiled, "This is the last calculation of my life, I have gambled my life and waited for your arrival." I didn't expect that the young man I saw on the falling stone was really you! Then, there was a ghost in front of the mountain, and the last sentence that the ghost spit out was the sea, in fact, I knew that there was another word for the mountain, you were born in the Li family, it must be Li Shuishan!"

Li Shuishan looked shocked, looked at him with a smile and asked, "How do you know that my surname is Li?"

The mountain giant shook his head and said, "The secret of heaven must not be revealed. I'm afraid to tell you that you're going to face another catastrophe and I'm going to die. ”

Li Shuishan sighed and said, "What the seniors have to say is all at once. ”

The mountain giant nodded and said: "There is space for the falling stone, the hole is three hundred, divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter, you are absolute, if no one points up your memories, the memories will dissipate with the wind and snow." Winter is absolute, taking the road of mortal dust, spring is soft, taking the road of creation, summer cultivation is fierce, killing all the way, autumn is injury, snatching desire, and empty road. You're now realizing it for the first time, and it's still a long time before you really get in. ”

"In the future, if you meet other Heavenly Destiny cultivators, you will kill them, devour their destiny, master spring, summer, autumn and winter, comprehend the meaning of softness and cruelty, and jump out of the chessboard. This law of competition is too cruel, and the monks related to the cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven can see the world clearly, explain the Tao, and if the Mandate of Heaven dies, everyone will die a tragic death. I'm still gambling like everyone else. ”

"The monk is already going against the sky, so what's the matter with death, but he is unwilling!"