The red dress is lit through, and the screen shades the clouds.

Shizhang saw the demon shadow, and the sound was in the ears.

The half-asleep state lasted for half the night, and I saw a person and a demon walking repeatedly on the upper floor, often with some stabbing sounds of moving chairs.

Although there is a screen to cover it, even if the sound is not bright, under the empty stone tower, there will be echoes in the empty mountains, not to mention the sixth floor of the Tibetan peak stone tower, the down-and-out young man huddled together with a flower cat, when and where did there be such a situation?

The two radishes in his hand were placed on the ground and handed to the flower cat to eat, but they were rejected because they would fart. That's probably how the fart spirit came from, but if the vixen can't steal the chicken, it will run away.

They are all adult animals, what is the difference?

The three swords behind Li Shuishan's back fit the clothes, and although there was no pressure, it was not easy to lean back. If you don't want to carry it on your back all the time, what if you can? Li Shuishan gently took down the peachwood sword, and as for the other two, it was carved on it, and he didn't move it at all. The robe on the body is still a little hot in the daytime, and it will become much colder before the night comes.

The runes on the peachwood sword were dim, and I was afraid that it would light up again when the demons and monsters came, and the wind was gusting outside, and there were some ghosts crying wolf, gently wiping it with his robe, and slowly raising his hand to press it, from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

A faint rune appeared in his palm, printed with the appearance of peach blossoms, each rune has several special textures, he saw clearly that one of the runes was a fish pattern, it seemed to have some restraint or the effect of recovering the monster in the water, the fish pattern rune was printed on the peach wood sword, and the rune would slowly dissipate when he raised his palm, until it was empty. If you swipe it with your hand again, the outer outline of the subsequent rune will appear, and the texture inside will not be revealed.

He guessed that he might need the so-called spiritual power, and by chance, he had a trace of spiritual rhyme, but he would not absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and these spiritual rhymes would be used up again.

Thinking of this, he withdrew his right hand and no longer touched the sword surface of the peachwood sword, there was a texture on the wooden handle that was a small sword, which was indeed not as good as the previous fairy sword.

He thought back to the woman in the dream, and he thought it was a dream of chance.

It may be the hidden memory of the fairy sword, and when she sang a ballad to Li Shuishan helplessly, that song was a little familiar, but I don't know where I had heard it. There was a feeling that he had returned to his hometown, but was his home not in Taiping Town? Why didn't he have the memory of going down the mountain in his mind? How did he spend all those years?

When he went back to his "Kwai Banyan Cave", he still remembered the pots and pans, the stone platform, and the wide cliff, which was the birds passing by, smiling and smiling at his head. There are still fish released by themselves in the lake below, but I don't remember too much of that part of the memory, and I am gradually forgetting, and it is not only the memories of Taiping Town that I have forgotten.

He had a strong feeling that he would not be long after, only the memory of his departure remained, and Taiping Town would all dissipate.

When he left, he promised the grandmother who gave him tofu to eat, and a little pity and nostalgia appeared in her eyes, he said that the pace of this winter is slow, and people's hearts are slow, help

Sang passed, and the mood was naturally clear. That big mulberry tree, I still remember a little, what I remember is the person who sealed the cigarette, what's so strange about this?

It was as if he had forgotten the meaning of sealing the cigarette.

The right hand couldn't help but touch the hand on the peach wood sword, a little trembling, one hand touched the hair of the flower cat, for the first time felt a little relieved, in the seventh floor such a loud joy, the shaking lamp, the red light from the stairwell above, his heart was very cold, thinking of the ghost cry in the night, he was trying to think about his memories.

"What am I not understanding, what am I trying to understand?"

"I'm going to write it down....."

In the silent night, there was no dream, and for a long time, there was no comfortable dream.

He stood up, pulled up his cotton robe, stood in front of the sixth-floor window of the stone tower, and watched the fireflies fluttering in the distance, lingering a little near the Tibetan Peak, and in the whirring wind in the distance, he could still feel the intermittent stench mixed in it, drifting into the distance, and there was an angry curse.

Just like the night I first came, on the few peaks filled with glimmer light in the distance, the red-tiled pavilion stood with lush trees. There is an unchanging glimmer of light on each peak, some are clear sword light, as if a disciple is dancing in the dark night with a sword, attacking one stone after another, and some is the faint light of a candle, as if a disciple is standing on the top of the mountain with a candle in his hand, and they are also thinking about the unknown like Li Shuishan.

He did see a figure swaying on the mountainside, and the distant peaks had been dug out of many caves, and some people lived in them, "No wonder that old madman asked me to find a cave by myself, but no one here is digging a cave, do you want me to dig it myself?"

Li Shuishan saw a man flying in the distance, he stepped on a purple flying sword under his feet, pulled out a light and shadow, his right index finger and middle finger were raised together to face the distance, his legs were stepped back and forth, the purple robe on his body was slightly raised, and his hair was tied up like a woman tied up with a wooden hairpin, and he slowly flew to the surroundings of Zangfeng, and saw Li Shuishan watching him, and sighed lightly.

"Demonic?"

Then, pull out the flying sword, fly higher and higher, until it broke through the dense fog, leaving Li Shuishan, who was still demented, and more and more men and women wearing Taoist robes in the rear, a total of red, yellow and green, they stopped around the Tibetan Peak, at this moment, a burst of stench blew, blowing so that they covered their noses, a slightly older man stepped forward and stood in front of the stone tower, lowered his voice and clenched his fists and said: "Old madman senior, the person who leads the wind has a word, tomorrow at dawn, he will go to Jianfeng to discuss the matter of drawing the sword." This matter cannot be delayed. ”

A comfortable sound of wind came from the seventh floor of the stone tower, and a slight wave rushed out and fell among the men and women who came. Many women showed blushing and shyness, but the man looked calm, although the voice was a little rough but with a lot of hidden tenderness, some disturbed their mood, especially a few women lightly glanced at the figure inside, one in front, one in the back, the rolled up red skirt flew up and down dozens of feet, blocking the four leaky windows.

Inside, a violent answer came out: "Ah, you juniors, get out of the way, don't disturb me." ”

"I don't want to hear anything today, even if the heavens and the earth are destroyed and the sword is on my neck, I don't listen, I'm busy. ”

The older man's face was pale, a little

At a loss, he bowed his fist again, saw the figure of Li Shuishan on the sixth floor, raised his head and looked at it quietly, he also sighed lightly, with a smile on his face, not kindness, but with sympathy, and said: "This little friend, I hope you don't remind the old madman senior at dawn tomorrow and let him go to Jianfeng, this matter is not something we can bear." ”

Li Shuishan nodded slightly self-consciously.

Raise your hand, and return the same salute.

Behind this older man, there are more young and beautiful women and handsome, cleanly dressed men, who are very different from Li Shuishan, who is covered in dust and wears a thick and complicated cotton jacket, and there is a tall woman wearing a loose yellow robe behind her, with slightly raised long hair, her eyebrows are shaped and slightly curved, her eyes are moist and a little starry, she stood up in the air and covered her mouth with her hand, and smiled slightly.

The men in the rear were silent, unable to show any emotion, as if they were wooden people, but their eyes squinted at the red eyes exposed by Zangfeng, and there were countless ghost screams, and then they withdrew their eyes.

In the seven-story stone tower, there was a burst of sound and tide, and the stench made them dare not stay for a long time, so they waved their sleeves and left, going straight to the direction where they had gone before, and disappeared into the dense fog.

The few peaks in the distance, I'm afraid it's what the old madman said, spring, summer, autumn and winter, in the name of the four seasons, I don't know if the person who named this name has that kind of nostalgia for mortal dust, and even when he was in Guozhu Mountain, he already felt different from the normal transformation of mortal dust, the moon and sun in the sky rose from the north and set in the north, and the moon shadow in this place was also.

He stepped to the other side and saw a clearer shadow of the moon, yes, it was a crescent, with sharp horns exposed.

There are many stars hanging under the crescent moon, there are eight extremely clear, there are fist-sized stars buckled on the half arm of the pavilion at the top of a mountain peak far away, this is a position with Li Shuishan looking up, surrounding the moon showing the trend of holding the moon with both hands, the faint star shadow with a smile below is not conspicuous, but it can highlight their ordinariness, maybe he feels that he is the star below, whether he can reach that height one day.

The direction of the crescent moon is like a woman sitting on it, and in the fantasy scene, it is like a swing swinging, tiptoe touching water, all the shadows of stars in the water, and the pair of eyes looking up at her below, leaving loneliness.

It's a loss that no one understands.

The flower cat jumped over, leaned on Li Shuishan's shoulder, and watched the moon with him.

Li Shuishan touched its head and said softly: "Do you remember the moon shadow on Xiangshan? At that time, I was always thinking about whether the moon in the outside world would be more beautiful? Is it that the stars outside are more bright? I can see things, just like I want to go to the capital to see the prosperous side, but I don't see it, so I don't want to." I'm afraid of being disappointed, I'm afraid I'll never get to the capital of Chushui Kingdom. ”

"You ask me, and I know. ”

"Take me with you wherever you go, don't leave me behind. ”

Li Shuishan sighed, "Yes." ”

At this time, one person and one demon on the seventh floor stopped moving, and a burst of stinky farts flew out, which was even more extraordinary, rushing to the other peaks.