Several people sat in an ethereal cloud window fog pavilion, one was Mr. Church, surrounded by stone swords, and the Pisces jumped, one was an old monk riding a donkey to play the wind, one was a miserable Ghost Mansion Qianshan Daoist, and there was a red chant drinking at the door, touching his messy hair, secretly burying his face, and sitting with him was the stupid, who understood Mr. Church's black and white Pisces in his dreams. Now there is still that piece of snake gall in the mouth, every time I taste it, my face is twisted, and it becomes a half-plucked pig's head, thick and hard, I still can't help but wrap the cyan snake gall under my tongue, and I can't help but spit it out.

He rubbed the snake gall that fell to the ground and was half stained with yellow and purple mud on his sleeve a few times, put it in his pocket, and said with great interest: "In the night, I realized the black and white pisces of Mr. Churchill's church, and you can paint it with your hand, and the black and white fins are rolled up in the night, and they are scattered into everyone's hearts with the sword intent in the sky. ”

"Everyone looked up at me, and I ran away, slew a bird in the middle of it, and at last drew out a huge savage figure. ”

"It's still Mr. Churchill's black and white Pisces, I admire it!"

Chi Yong was silent, he had long heard that there was an old way in Nameless City that 'fools have foolish fortunes', wearing shabby clothes, full beard, yellow eyelids, and wrinkled fur that was enough to pull into a ten-meter-long soft rope. When he frowned slightly, he knew that he couldn't figure out what to do, and he was stuck in his heart with a mold, and with Chi Yong sighing, he took a sip of wine, and looked up at the smoky cloud window fog pavilion.

The small attic on the left, looking at the old way is not comfortable sitting on the ground, he really likes to sit on the soft soil with a bare buttocks, not across the buttocks, twisting and twisting with a bit of a tired taste, with his twisting posture and pinching his waist, Chi Yong on the side of the watch shook his head, thinking that there are people who are more rude than him.

I don't know a little etiquette, it's clean.

In the pavilion, there is a little girl pinching a beetle, whining and flying in her hands, she is wearing yellow leather shoes, embroidered with small lace with stripes underneath, looks ingenious, quite skilled peasant old woman's show, the red coat of flowers, there is a white cotton jacket inside, just like the old mother of the family is afraid of the cold winter coming, keep stuffing some heavy clothes, look at the snot licking, afraid of cold, fall a bad root of the disease.

If you are laughed at by others and become a "slug", the procrastination will become the predecessor of the old Tao in front of the door.

She was like a mouth blowing a gust of wind, whirring and dragging a few thin legs of the beetle, pulling and buzzing from here to there, satisfying its wish to spread its wings, but this sudden change of scene made the insect not know what to think about.

Chi Yong smiled and watched Xiao Xing'er come and shouted, "Come, come to me, do you want to tell me what happened in the house?"

Xiao Xing'er touched his wine jug and asked curiously, "Can Uncle give it a sip?"

He immediately shook his head and refused: "How can a little girl drink, no." ”

Hearing the categorical answer, he pinched his little beetle, and stood aside unhappily, so that the old man grinned, "Little girl, why don't you go to sleep?"

"Every day at the door to watch

When I got to you, I will feel that you have grown a lot taller, the last time I touched your little ponytail, I thought you were very cute, and I accidentally killed the grasshopper I caught, which made me feel distressed for a long time, hehe, you say, how to compensate me?"

Little Apricot muttered, Mr. Churchey in the attic was his grandfather, and he dared to let her little girl lose money, knowing that it was a joke, Chi Yong actually saw in the little girl's eyes that she was sinister and cunning that did not belong to children, like a weasel dragging a gift to the old hen to greet the New Year.

Lao Dao's eyes trembled, and he saw Xiao Xing'er pinching the beetle's tail, and saw that the insect's head had grown several times, swallowed the grasshopper on his finger in one bite, and scratched a layer of his skin, making Lao Dao cry and not knowing what to say.

In the cloud attic, several people sat in the distance, Mr. Churchey spit out a breath of his spiritual energy, spun around the yin and yang fish, and let it jump up happily and surround Li Shuishan's side, while the other people frowned, not daring to exert their spiritual power.

He said, "A mortal body should not be irrigated with spiritual power. He had fallen into a slumber, and someone had to lead him, or not. ”

"Who is coming to guide the people of Qianshan Dao?" the old monk squinted at him.

At this moment, a small flame flew out of his sleeve, rolled up a stream of firelight, scattered in the air, and several people frowned, and saw Mr. Churchey say, "Not a spiritual thing, but an alien." ”

Qianshan Daoren said: "I thought that this thing was a Xuanyin transformation before, I wanted to refine it, but I didn't want to turn evil things into good fortune, so this thing followed him." ”

"I'm afraid of this... It's hard to decide. Several people withdrew their hands and sighed.

...

In Li Shuishan's blurred vision, he could clearly feel the fairy sword in his hand dancing in his hand, driving his mind and looking at the clear water and blue sky. He saw the three swords, a peachwood sword, a bronze sword, and a silver iron sword. Three small swords were born around the eyebrows, and a huge pot mountain was in the distance, spewing out heat waves and water waves, and there was a woman swinging at that point, fluttering the hem of her skirt.

The waterhole is deep and thorough, the small stones are bubbling brown edges, small springs, and streams flow slowly, washing along the figure of the small fish from head to tail, the fish loves water, loves living water, loves the posture of rushing up, the woman laughs constantly, blowing into Li Shuishan's eyes, he looked up and saw it, he woke up, woke up in a dream.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly.

The woman replied, "I am you, and you are me." ”

Li Shuishan frowned and said, "I'm me, how can you be me?"

The woman got off the swing with an attached face, and her white skirt fluttered, "As soon as I saw you, it was my previous life, you held a small sword, crossed several countries, in order to find you, I have been waiting for you to awaken my memory." ”

"But you forgot that I existed, and now that I am here, you are there, and if I am not there, you will be there. ”

Li Shuishan smiled bitterly: "I don't understand what you mean when you speak." ”

"I just saw that one battle of the grass wilderness, where a lot of people died, and finally the sword intent descended from the sky, killing everything, and covering everything with a layer of mystery. ”

"You really don't understand, what do I mean?" she was a little sad, confused for a long time, small

The fish in the water rushed into the pot, and the breath in the pot covered her with a thin veil, and the three small swords were close to Li Shuishan's palm, falling and generous bitter sounds, and the gossip pictures and texts on it were the most obvious things on the peach wood sword, and the dream he saw was a drifting bottle in a little-known small river, which slipped away lightly.

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, returned to the swing, and sang a ballad:

"In the wind and rain, waiting for the moonlight of the wind. ”

"The wind has cooled, leaving behind a drowsing. ”

"I was in front of the window in front of the door in a daze, drifting in the long dark night. ”

"How do I remember the piercing memories, the season of the wind. ”

"It's your last laugh, forget the story. ”

"I can't leave you to rest for a moment, not knowing what your hands and feet are doing. ”

"The white fish stranded in the water, the flying kettle bird, the lights are dim. ”

"The snow in winter, the breeze in spring, you know I'm here. ”

The small sword in the distance floated on his chest, and all the memories in front of him were condensed in front of his eyes, becoming a frozen picture, the figure sitting on the swing, a small sword appeared on his chest, and she murmured: "This is my gift to you, and it is also the will of heaven." ”

"I've seen the spring breeze with warmth, the cicadas chirping in the summer and the dogs sticking out their tongues, the leaves falling in the fall, and the snow in the winter. ”

"I didn't expect it to be heavenly. ”

"Was everything meant to be?" she asked herself.

Li Shuishan couldn't answer, that question stayed in his heart like this, he cautiously looked at the clear scene in front of him, and saw the anxious appearance of those people in his sight, and he sat cross-legged with his head down, closing his eyes tightly. He gritted his teeth and lifted his fingers, what a difficult attempt, and as the bloody fingers lifted slightly, he saw the eager eyes of the little flame.

A peachwood sword appeared.

A few people quietly stopped to watch.

Another small bronze sword appeared.

The last silver iron sword appeared.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the few people sitting cross-legged in front of him, his heart was endlessly sour, but he couldn't shed tears, and the silent pain in his chest was a pain that connected his whole body, the kind of pain that could not be erased in his mind for a long time, and a pain that connected known memories. For a long time, he couldn't open his eyes, was he unwilling to open them?

He had done his first righteous deed as a monastic, but he always felt that something was missing.

The autumn wind is whining, the autumn rhyme is coming, and the white fog is boundless.

The black eyes and white shadows in front of him are the taste of longing, the lamentation of a lifetime in the distance, and the disappointment after shouting.

Countless memories, he can't think about it, he only remembers the small days in Taiping Town, what about the young man who fished with him, what about the spring breeze that ran with him, and what about the big man who sat on the ground and slept soundly?

It's all gone.

He opened his eyes, deeply sad, but could not shed a single tear.

He muttered, "Is this a favor and a punishment?"