The morning dawn is in sight, and the full moon has long since faded.

The old madman rushed down and counted the crispy turnips, and he strode back.

Li Shuishan sat on the stone window on the sixth floor of the stone tower, open-minded, looking at the rising sun, his body was warm, but his heart was not warm, and he felt that his mind was slow and the pain was extraordinary.

When I watched it again, I didn't see any weirdness inside, and there was not much change in appearance.

The veteran touched the sleeve of his shirt and probed directly into it, closed his eyes, groped repeatedly, leaked the texture, and the purple fine line on it loomed, and said calmly: "Purple is poisonous, I'm afraid I have to be more careful!"

Li Shuishan's demeanor was free, every texture on the blue robe was chaotic, and when his hand touched it, it almost broke the thin lines inside.

When I imagined the robe in my mind, I saw a small red thread condensed inside. This point happened to be the source of the thin line that he had never seen, and the ghost in his eyes had long been hidden in the depths, and he didn't see where the old man was, there was a figure who cast a spell, and this person was Li Shuishan's appearance.

However, no matter how much I looked, I didn't know how mottled this figure was.

On it, the naked body, the limbs are thin, sitting comfortably at the red line gathered in all directions, the blue condensed stone tower has long been dimmed, this is no longer the place where the old madman casts spells and condenses, after watching the rain, it seems to have become his own use.

What you see when you watch the rain, you don't actually see it.

However, his breath comes from the coldness of heaven and earth, which makes him extremely comfortable, and if he mentions it again, it seems that he can feel something different.

However, only he groped for himself.

Looking deeper again, in the blur, some of the simple structures inside have already changed. On top of the blue lines, there are several stone platforms that seem to block the wind from the outside world, and only by removing a layer of thin paper on the outside can you see the thin lines of the outside world.

The thread is unstoppable by the wind and snow, not much one, more than three, hundreds of threading needles are tightly fastened, pulled and evenly arranged, and accumulated into thick and thin cloth walls. After sealing the front and blocking, and adding the seemingly useless stone platform, hanging on the white transparent stone, braving the shadow blue, sealing the expansion of the cave, this is suddenly a closed and empty sea.

The stream does not flow in, and the water vapor does not condense.

Enlarge the stone platform in my mind, there are delicate fine lines on it, and intermittent blue light is transmitted, and it collapses away.

Just as he wanted to see more of the changing fine lines in it, he was attracted by the small beads on the other side, and swirled around a small pebble, and when he saw it, the white flower of rice in the back rushed out and entered his field of vision, blocking the hole that was about to break out of a little wind just now.

Seeing this, he retreated and carefully observed the mystery in the cuffs.

However, when I saw the nothingness on it, I felt that the depth was just enough to lower half an arm, and after groping in it for a long time, I felt that there was nothing, so I sighed and wanted to give up.

Who knows, as soon as the covered sleeve fell, a gust of fog rose from the sleeve, and there seemed to be some strange scene in it, and there was a shabby cotton robe and two black and white chess pieces.

Li Shuishan asked in surprise, "Where have you been?"

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Xiao Huo rubbed his head and said embarrassedly, "I remember that I was sucked into it, yes, it was the two chess pieces that buttoned me up in my robe, and I couldn't make a sound. In detail, I saw a small donkey with black and white inside, and it looked like it was very enjoyable. The last time I spoke was when I saw a silent river, a rain of rice flowers, a winding path, and so many wonderful scenes in your sleeve. I don't even want to come out. ”

"Yes, the black and white chess pieces were led to hide the donkey, and somehow they were lost at the exit, and the old monk was gone. Seeing it gasp, he smiled.

Li Shuishan gently turned over some of the sundries inside, and threw them to the ground to see, sewing needles, and too many brims, straw plants, small barley, red and white paper, but there were a few talismans painted with strange fonts, and they couldn't tell the size of the changes on them.

As soon as I grabbed it again, I took out a small book hidden in the depths, with the five-character title on the cover: "The Book of Self-Narrators"

This guess will understand, the family book is spread for thousands of miles, and it falls in the homes of ordinary people, of course, the young son of the family, Chen Mu Thatched House Scholarly Academy, the knowledge of the deposition in the mind, it comes out little by little, and I think of a lot of literature and science about books.

However, I can often remember some reading records in my mind, engraved in italics, and over time, that part of the memory is integrated into my own ordinary, as for remembering when I watched it?

Don't dare to look too much, it must be one of the four disciples of the old madman, he took off his robe and walked out of the mountain, never paying for the rugged mountain road again.

Put away the book, calm down the breath, look at the overjoyed flames, blend into the realm of heaven and earth, and feast your eyes.

Li Shuishan walked down and picked up the insect cocoon that was about to bloom, put it in the corner of the stone window, carefully observed, at noon, tired and heavy, wanted to block his eyes and squint for a while, but was blown by the wind, blowing his eyebrows, opened his eyes and saw that the insect cocoon broke a small hole, and a colorful figure in it moved, as if he gave some more time to 'break out of the shell'.

The cocoon is not big or small, originally looking at the oval shape formed by the white silk coil outside, contaminated with the aroma of the soil, turning around, it was found that the thickness was uneven, the top was a thin layer of paper, and the bottom was the accumulation of heavy rocks.

Waiting for the sun to fall on the mountain, after a while, the dusk scene came, the movement of breaking the cocoon was only half redundant, the rest of the snap, and the hole, and after a tea time, snapped and fell two pieces, the process was faster, and the direction of the cave was swaying towards the sun, born to the sun.

When the upper part of the cocoon is broken, revealing a naïve cerebellum, the mouthparts are so narrow that they must be seen closely, and the back of the cocoon is wrapped in a moist viscous layer that pulls open, and the club-shaped antennae are bent, revealing the flattened scaly hairs of the body wings, and the abdomen is curled up and stretched into a slender body.

The hair on the whole body is straight, but it is not like the butterflies of ordinary people's homes, and it becomes colorful and wonderful.

The butterfly crawled out of the cocoon, landed in the sunset, smoothed the hair, opened its wings, and between these breaths, it seemed to bloom the most beautiful moment of the cocoon into a butterfly.

All the way the colorful divine light enters from the window, stretching out a wisp of life song that waves the color of the mountain stream, flying

He went outside, flew to the madman who was still laughing and cursing, let him touch his beard, and nodded: "Interesting, good sign." ”

With a flick of his sleeves, the wind blew into the distance, and he directly sent the butterfly to the clouds, and said with a smile: "Good mood, no thanks, send you to Yunfei to take a look twice." ”

Li Shuishan sighed, didn't know what to say, looked at the lower part of the insect cocoon that was dropped, and then took a cushion in his hand, feeling that it was not very light, he was not wrong in what he thought, and just about to let go, the insect cocoon burned and turned into ashes.

In an instant, it was as fast as thunder.

Laughing constantly, he cleaned up some of the waste things in front of him, threw them aside, and continued to explore the mystery in his robe, but late at night, some things on this bibliography still attracted him, he held back his curiosity and put this family scroll on the shelf, picked up the book "Condensation Method" given by Fafeng, and ran into one.

Until the silence of the middle of the night, the sleeping flower cat occupied his place, if foolish, he didn't say anything, he ate and drank well, he also had a fat belly, his acting skills were quite high, and he pulled up and down to sell his own big flower face, praying for a reward for a little food, but eating too much is also a kind of guilt.

The madman with the charm sat guiltily in front of the window, a little too lonely, thinking about the fish spirit that fell in the mountain stream, I couldn't say it in my heart, the poor appearance came into my eyes, and today I thought of a red iron sword in my hand, looking for the fish essence.

The fish essence is fine, like a fool in front of the old madman, and it is found above, the scars on the body are full of flesh, a thin layer of crispy skin poured on the white oil, the sebum is pulled down a layer, a layer of explicit, a layer of green noodles, the fish's fine legs are curved like a moon hook, the beard is big and small, this time, there are more than 20 small and uneven teeth, all of which are as big as a bowl, but the front front incisors are crooked, and the back incisors are bulging, similar to suffering inhuman torture.

The old madman smiled and asked, "Where have you been?"

The fish spirit touched his buttocks and engraved a big palm, "The day is at the end of the mountain, the little fish is old and the water is flowing, I am the Qingfeng bully, the peach-faced old goose." ”

After laughing, the fish spirit wiped his tears, lay on the ground and curled up, and the old madman said with a lewd face: "Qingfeng bully, it's not so easy to mess with." Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a peak under the mountain, and there was an old goose in the peak, which was called 'Dao Po Ancestor'. The name of the ancestor can not be cultivated to be profound, articulate, stepping on the mountains and rivers of the town, entangled in silk and satin like a big man, there are thousands of little geese to follow, when taking off, a car is vacated, a piece of white feathers, do not let the passers-by have a moment into a meat shield, thrown into the rotten puddle. But although the old goose is evil, it has peach blossom noodles, ruddy and elegant, and loves to eat fish essence the most. ”

The old madman continued: "There is not much physical work there, let's talk about it in detail, the old goose is out of the horse, a top two, because he can speak well, and he is not weak, and he is extremely worried." You have been blessed and protected by it, and I am afraid that I will not dare to scold you in the future. ”

The fish spirit opened his eyes wide, revealing a few teardrops, and nodded.

The night has long been unpeaceful.

The old madman touched his whiskers and said, "If you are running around, I will not care about you." After all, there are a lot of demons and monsters in the peaks, and the blind man sees you as a delicacy, and if you fall into the mouth of the abyss, you will never be able to get out again. ”

The fish spirit still thinks that the hidden peak is beautiful, if you can bask in the sun and touch your big buttocks, and be leisurely, you won't run around.

As the saying goes, good wine and good meat don't hurt to die of exhaustion.