"How dare you?"

"I've heard of Fufeng City, but it was created by a person named Fu Feng. ”

"This person can be calculated, holding a celadon sword, wearing fierce red armor, wearing white snow-stained boots, and walking swingingly. The cowhide is blown to the sky. Disgusted that there is no rival in this place, the ghost and demon kings are all killed. But he was sinnery, and he was right. One of the skills he is good at is to play with fish in the water, he can judge the position of the fish by the flow of water lines on the tail of the fish, reach out and grab the head, and hold a pair of chopsticks and insert them in the fish's eye a few times. If he fell in the mountains, where would he be hungry, he would have patted his thighs and shouted: Why don't you know? I can't wait to live in seclusion in the mountains and look at the moon and drink tea, and talk and laugh comfortably. ”

Dang Ying sighed and said, "Fake." ”

The old madman looked silent, and shouted that Li Shuishan should not sleep.

Wait for the time of the night to come, and survive the storm.

Lao Li Guoren's eyes are hazy, sleepy and sleepy, only by talking to Dangying deeply can we avoid this small room with deep aura, wind is a substitute noun, wind erodes aura, blowing to people's hearts.

Although the room is not big, it has enough aura to hide the aura.

It is inevitable that there will be a lot of sleeping cunning things greedily biting at the aura.

There are indeed few places with abundant spiritual energy in this place, but there are many qi luck that they match, and the spirit turtle that fuses from the peaks will not lack opportunities for luck. Even if the aura of Fufeng City is less, there are still rich mineral deposits in some places, after all, there is no irrigation of the sun and the moon, only water and mountains, and there are some things that have not been explored.

Once the rain comes, the rain that falls also contains a part of the aura, which can supplement the monk's necessary use.

When Li Shuishan saw this place, he was greatly stimulated, and his eyes kept rising and falling. He was indeed too tired, the ten finger marks on his chest were distinct, and as time went by, they became more and more sunken, making him clench his teeth in pain, his eyes were full of red silk, his skin was compact, and the old madman who looked at it was distressed.

He trembled his arms and said, "I know you're in pain. This kind of heart-wrenching feeling of breaking bones and pulling souls can't help you equalize. If that were the case, I would not have let the disciples I considered die, and I watched as the first six disciples could not be brought under my discipline. You bring me the fish essence of joy, create me the abundance of master and apprentice, and endure the torture of the rotten woman in yellow for me, and I don't know how to tell you as a teacher? ”

Li Shuishan said weakly: "I have experienced a deep sleep again and again, and I don't care about these anymore. Knowing the good intentions of the master, if I can't hold on, I will return to fate. Ridiculously, I don't even know where my fate lies, isn't it the right path I've chosen?"

Old Li Guoren sighed: "The people of destiny are beyond ordinary people. Some can be murderous and taboo, some are in charge of a hundred directions for the court, some are like the instructors of the plague, the coquettish and resolute all the way, and some have been beggars for a lifetime. The world they see is different from ordinary people, they see a kind of darkness or absolute light, and there is not so much tolerance. ”

"When I want to ask you where fate has guided you, you have already made the choice of fate. It's just that there are pros and cons to this choice, there are regrets and regrets, this is your freedom, but... Life is as fragile as a reed, and a heavy rain bends your body, and then

Bounced up, a heavy snow gave you the home of Huang Yi, you feel that you have roots, the appeal of home, is really not confused. ”

Li Shuishan laughed and said, "Where are my roots? I don't know where my home is?"

The old madman wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said hoarsely: "Your home is in Zangfeng, I am your master, I am your 'father', you don't wander, return to here." Even if the heavens want to kill you, I have to fight, I have been crazy all my life, I have never gotten anything, only a rotten life that has passed many years, all I need is you. I lack a young man who is good for wine, I lack a disciple who can save face for me, I lack a monk who is enough to shatter the mission in the sword of Zhufeng, and I need a Tibetan peak with roots and human touch. ”

Li Shuishan's heart was sour, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

Even when he put a painful expression on his face, but couldn't leave a teardrop containing hatred in his eye, he really couldn't do it.

Old Li Guoren was silent, took out the wine jug again, put it in front of him, poured it hard, wiped away his exhaustion, handed it to Li Shuishan's mouth, and said heavily: "My fruit wine may be able to relieve your sleepiness, we brought you here, you must not sleep." ”

Li Shuishan took another sip.

It is also tasteless.

A scene touched the tears of Dangying and cried.

"Today, Lao Tzu has made a decision. I want to see how difficult it is to deal with the calamity of the Destiny Man. ”

"There is a legend that the old madman is crazy, I like such a friend the most, the fruit man's wine method is the most fragrant in the world, I want to spend it with it. ”

"Don't be afraid, boy. I know that the catastrophe is more dangerous. We are all helping you to bear the fate of the old age, this is the baptism of the last moment of the old year, if you spend it, your life will be famous. Lao Tzu has never heard of a few people of destiny protesting against his pretensions, and now I want to help him through the turmoil, which is really refreshing. ”

"Lao Tzu has never seen any big scenes. Ha ha. ”

The old madman slapped him on the head, "You still have a bit of a conscience. ”

He swallowed and said nothing.

The vigilant monks outside were ready for a big battle at any time, and the gatekeepers came to the city wall, sat down and watched the flawless water waves, and the dark clouds on the periphery came in, but they were swept away by a sinister aura as they approached.

After a long time, the aura in the room was extremely abundant, and in the old madman's heart, he kept counting the passage of time, pinched his fingers lightly, exhaled a breath, and a clear water pattern appeared above, and the next moment he said: "It's almost there." The time has come. ”

Waiting for a dark cloud outside to rise again, trying to break through the limit, but dissipating out of thin air.

The monks sitting on the city wall felt that something was wrong, stood up, looked at the water and air outside, and saw a few small white sailing boats passing by, which were patrolled by the disciples of other peaks, and there was no end of the mountain peaks here, it was an unknown area.

The light inside the sword will never change a color, except for the color change of the robe spell brought by the monk, where will there be any prosperous scenery from the outside world? But what can be felt here is different from the mountain beacon fire in the corner of the lake, silent, gloomy, depressing, and the silence can erupt at any time, and every monk's eyes sink into a sullen mood

Angry, after all, so many battles, in a defensive state, extremely unpleasant.

It will take longer to wait for the rotation of the monks on the sword face, because there is an agreement here, the monks who come down are all selected explorers, each of whom has good qualifications and talents, and is good at using various spells and dealing with unexpected situations, but for the thrill here, it is still in an unknown situation.

It is like a small fish that crosses out of the water, rushing forward, eager to gain the right to swim above, and will not be willing to fall downstream.

But the danger is still beyond their prediction, some disciples were directly strangled to death by a pair of bone hands when they just stepped in, but it was okay on the boat, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him the moment he got off the boat, some were demon mouths, some were soul swallowing, most of his body was gone, he was cruel and ruthless, and he didn't even use the spell.

Therefore, every city will have one or two leaders, some of whom are strong in cultivation, and some are mentally decisive, in order to explore and survive.

Fufeng City is also a relatively old city, is a loose repair to pay the style of the founded, the momentum of the year, far away here, leaving a sentence 'stubborn disputes, no water in the pool, no mountains on the mountain, no people, only pure. ’

He went to find his own happiness, for the sake of purity.

These rumors echoed in the ears of the monks who came, and they were all nagged by the gatekeeper, but at this time he closed his eyes and said nothing, he did not want to be involved with them.

In the peaks, the movement of the Tibetan Peak opening the stream spring has already alarmed the masters of the peaks, and it is not the spring that is shaking, but the words that the old madman said when he walked out of the sword: I chose to cultivate myself for seven or eight years, and I chose to go in to accompany the monks of each peak to fight and explore when I see the situation.

It's only the third year, and it's a little too strange, but he won't think too long about his unpredictable character, but the little fairy next to the plum tree has already been lying on the stone table, his expression is gloomy, and he suddenly looks back, his eyes are full of brilliance.

There was a plum tree whose flowers were falling one by one, and it was the one he picked the flowers for Li Shuishan.

Her expression was a little disappointed and slightly moved, and a string of woven grass chains hung from her neck, shattered into smoke, which she held in the palm of her hand, and muttered, "Should it or shouldn't?"

She hesitated for a long time, but it was still difficult to break free from the dust in her palm.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and an old Buddha in the temple told me that he wanted me to learn to be calm. Have an ordinary heart to adapt to the current environment, and don't completely break away from the mortal world, otherwise you will be like a dying grasshopper, and it will be difficult to survive for a while. He also told me that his heart was good, but the process of walking was a bit difficult, and he couldn't see through it, he couldn't understand it, and he couldn't even touch the ends of my hair. It's all in me. ”

He also told me that the people I meet in my life are a kind of fate, and when it is not enough to express my inner feelings, don't talk too much. Fate, grace, silence, Momei, how can these seemingly simple things become so complicated in reality?"

"Maybe in me. It's up to me to choose. ”

"I want to go back to the mountains and enjoy my own boat cruise. But I don't know if the dried fruit of the puff pastry can fill my long-cherished wish after the porridge water enters my stomach?"

She exhaled and continued to lie on the stone table.

Somewhat lonely.