The man sniffed and heard, and the tailor-made black robe was close to his body, waiting for the young man in front of the old madman to realize.

This realization, I don't know that the wind moves, and the rain stops.

I don't know if there is a murmur behind me.

Everything was empty before him.

Hovering swallows, birds singing and coloring, Chi Hong's robe, the monk's face was startled, and he pulled up to the sky, because he saw the old madman's cannibalistic eyes.

It was as if there was only one teenager in this wide area, and no longer allowed to be on the peaks, clouds, and signs of other people's activities, just a glimpse of the floating mountains and no one's land.

The man took out a pot of fruit wine, the aroma was wide, and he raised his hand to salute the old madman when he was drunk, implying that he drank first as respect.

Between these two peaks, there are only alarming thunderclouds, and countless mountain ranges are rugged.

The man's fingers were still waving to create a change in the wind and clouds of heaven and earth, and pieces of clouds and mist in the distance flew in front of him and collided, the thunder was like a dragon's roar, but there was no dragon shadow in it.

He shook the fruit wine in his hand, and the greedy old madman gritted his teeth and told Li Shuishan about watching the rain.

However, the rain is not itself, but from the hands of this man who is building momentum.

The man raised his head and said: "The sky is cloudy, I have never had such good luck in my life, how can He De have a master like this to me." ”

The old madman stopped talking to himself in the distance, opened his mouth wide in the distance, and exhaled deeply, tightening the thundercloud into a ball like a clenched palm, and then when he spit it out, there was more thunder in it. The cloud dragon that was put into it by the man was sharp, the scale armor collided and roared, the head was as big as a smoke lamp, and the fog was rolling, although it was stingy, it was not lacking in agility at all.

Then the thunder that rolled up was raised one after another at this moment, but he couldn't bear a little water wave in Li Shuishan's ears, and his mind was like a blank piece of paper, on which some words and ink traces had not yet been smeared.

At this moment, a crease of pulling the string appeared.

He closed his eyes, as if the blankness had dissipated, and saw the mountain peaks in the distance.

The old madman got up and said to the mountain stream in the distance: "I am like the wind, into my ears, listen to the neighing of all things, and those who follow me can see the mysteries of heaven and earth, I pinch a drop of water and pop out, and I can inevitably see the light from tomorrow." The slight dew in the early morning, at this time, still doesn't help my disciple to understand?"

He has a small green leaf in his hand, and he picks it directly in the air, if he can see the thin line of time, the water droplets on this thin leaf are imperfect things.

Thin lines appeared in Li Shuishan's mind, and the sound of stinging suddenly got up, but it was more of a sound from the sound of insects between heaven and earth, with a cricket tone and a toad breathing.

He followed the sequence of his voice, as if he had stepped out of a person. This man sat cross-legged before him, and he was himself, and he was himself.

Li Shuishan raised his finger, and this person also raised his finger.

Li Shuishan is lying on his knees, and this person is also lying on his knees.

However, this person's appearance and breath are no different from Li Shuishan's.

Just asked, "Are you for me?"

However, this person is just like a man in the rice field of the stream, with a hat and a robe, he almost sank into the river and forgot the river, the dawn was broken, the dark clouds were dim, he threw out a fishing rod, fished the branch of the river, and asked with a smile: "You are for me?"

Li Shuishan opened his eyes, and this person also opened his eyes, but he saw the scene

To be different, I heard the old madman ask, "What do you see?"

He whispered, "I saw a man who was exactly like me." ”

The old madman asked again, "Keep watching." ”

Li Shuishan closed his eyes.

The wind moved and the clouds trembled slightly, and so on was in the middle of the night, when the sky was cloudy, and the old madman stood motionless on the edge of the peak, the washed rocks were swimming, the stars were darkened, and the moon was round, and today was fifteen.

Not lonely, not alone, the man sighed, obviously a little too long for this experience, and said: "You treat the disciple's suppression and raising method, completely not in accordance with the regulations, is it a bit excessive?"

The old madman's eyes flickered, and at this moment, he showed a calm look, "But." This son is a destiny choice, and it cannot be regarded as ordinary, but with the choice of destiny, there is the pain of loss, all in a thought. Perhaps, after these few days, he will not be him, I will still be me. ”

"There is very little time for the people of destiny, this kind of is the accumulated virtue and blessing, in this generation got the last time from God, but this person has a pair of eyes that can see through the world, similar to my little eyes, this may be a kind of fate. I can't intervene, I can only help him as much as I can. ”

"However, no one can see through the things of creation. ”

The man shook his head, clearly disagreeing with his idea, and the wait was the early morning of the second day. The twilight wind blew, the rain was already quiet, the thunderclouds dispersed, the dust and dew were dripping down, and when the wind was thick, the old madman grabbed the main dew in one hand, looked at the sinking water in front of him, dripped it in, and slowly put it in front of Li Shuishan.

"Water. ”

Li Shuishan felt the first rays of sunlight, as if he felt the vitality of natural things, his originally silent body, slowly trembled, a trace of water drooped, and the world in his eyes changed dramatically.

On the empty Huangyan, the young man who was the same as himself touched a green leaf, but Li Shuishan's fingers were slightly raised and placed on it, and there was also a touch of touch, but in the next moment, a drop of morning dew fell on his fingers, and the meaning of coolness appeared in his mind.

This person also felt it and reacted to Li Shuishan.

The old madman was standing in front of him and dripping a drop, and said with a serious expression: "Watching the rain is my own art of observation, hiding the heavenly machine and condensing the power of the mind. Everyone has another existence of their own in their hearts, some evil, some kind, some obsessive, some stupid, some dissolute, some gloomy, some sad, some love... When this power is condensed in your heart, it is your shadow, and this shadow will gradually magnify until you see where the comer is going. ”

"However, the wind and rain in the mountain stream are too small, and the inner wind is too big, which will also make you fall into it, and you can't distinguish right from wrong. Up to three days, you have to come out. Even if you don't need the supply of supplements and absorb a little spiritual power of heaven and earth, this is far from enough, and the energy required is too great for you to support. ”

A sentence of truth came into Li Shuishan's ears and floated in his mind.

The sunlight that shone on his body, from his waist to his shoulders, and his nose and neck, was almost as close to the moment he slanted to the northern sun, piercing his long hair, and his breathing was rapid, as if he felt a wave of heat.

The old madman frowned, thought for a while, and did not dare to jump to conclusions.

Li Shuishan raised his hand and put it down, like a blowing wind, and his whole body was full of fire, along his robe

Stretch out.

The ghost on it opened his eyes, braving the fire, and the blue robe on the old madman's body jumped a little, and the distant peaks behind the spark gradually burned the prairie and burned a little dim, and the existence of the stone tower was silent, and then picked the thin line on it, snap, snap, again, this speed was very fast.

The old madman sat on the rock, facing the mountain stream, exhaled heavily, condensed the cold air from the early morning into his lungs, filled the skin, and then led it out to his robe, and condensed into ice, but in three or four breaths, the ice turned into water, and then into water vapor, the old madman glared, then pulled up his sleeve, took out a small pebble and threw it on the ground.

The stone touched the ground, and a puff of smoke rose from it, expanding hundreds of times, and it became an ice furnace, in which there was a blue ugly beast figure, with white whiskers, three legs, two protruding eyes, and blue hair curling down, hanging under the belly, and the ribs on it were like a human chest, and the strips were so clear that you could even see the small rocks of the previous year pressing under it.

The old madman stretched his finger in, woke up the little beast, and finally read: "Smoke furnace, the wind rises, twists the cold ice and shakes the leaves." ”

The little beast shook the hair on its body, spit out sticky silk, its small eyes were slightly drunk, and slowly opened a pair of blue crystal wings, the alder wood was white, Du Xia was alive, and the next moment he pulled up the small cloud from above, inhaled into his belly, and the wind that blew the wings filled with the air of wind and snow.

The old madman pressed one hand on the ice furnace, and the other hand twisted the green leaf that appeared out of thin air.

Given to the person Li Shuishan handed to him, the old madman drank a piece, but this piece was not, but it had the same effect, as if he had hidden a leaf.

The cold gradually extended along the palm of the old madman's hand, knowing that his half arm, swept over his hot chest, at this time his robe was like boiling water to boil soup, the red-eyed ghost creature grabbed his head and roared, the old madman muttered: "This son, how can there be such a big jade hope?"

This cold ice temporarily suppressed Li Shuishan, who was bubbling with anger, but looking at the gradually steaming water vapor on his robe, as well as the red-faced young man, there was an extra red dot on the mountain stream aimed at his fingertips, as if all the hot qi was transferred to his chest, to his arms, and finally to his fingertips.

The fingertips had the breath of an oil lamp, and a little bit of the wick condensed all the heat of the lamp, and wanted to burn out, but it was tightly stopped in his fingers.

This jade hope fire did not do any harm to Li Shuishan's body, but deep inside, it was in a state of emptiness.

The young man who was the same as Li Shuishan, under the light, raised his immature face, revealing an elegant smile, when fishing the stream, he was not arrogant or impatient, and even generally enjoyed the twilight scene, while smiling at him.

The two of them have different exposed qi, Li Shuishan's face is scorching, and the fire and jade in his body are extremely strong, this person's cold intentions, he might as well be similar to him in every move, but there are definitely two different performances.

"Why are you sitting by the stream?"

The man calmly replied, "Why are you sitting by the stream?"

Li Shuishan frowned and asked again, "Why did you learn from me to speak?"

The man continued: "Why did you learn me to speak?"

This question is fruitless, so don't ask.

Sit beside the stream of mountains and rivers, and wait for the fire in your heart to subside. However, there is no boundless stream in front of the dinner party, leading straight to the place where the moon rises in the distance, the white water color is empty with the sky, the moonlight is far away on the white fog, the birds below are playing, the grass and trees are thin, the insects fly, all the sounds are silent, and the cow hair rain falls on the grass stems and leaves silently.