Lao Li Guoren licked his mouth, buckled the gills, lifted the green-skinned big-headed fish, and got up and went back to the city with the rough meat man beside him, taking advantage of the slight coolness of the early morning, shuttling in the pavilion, smiling and watching the wind and clouds, the fish were drunk, all floating with white bellies, and white flowers.

Li Shuishan woke up, dizzy, he hadn't slept like this dreamless sleep for a long time, he only felt that he was roaming in an endless halo, and he couldn't find any exit.

The old madman was the first to speak: "There is an unknown sleepiness in Baicheng, which has turned the habit of monks to meditate into the sleep of ordinary people, and it is not surprising, there must be monks who are also human." Then he threw out the bamboo slips in his hand, spread them out, took a cursory look, and continued: "There are not many big things and small things, but the frequency of occurrence is really a little difficult to understand, that's it, in the future, I will go away with my sword, go to see the places you said one by one, and verify the guesses written on the bamboo slips one by one." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi nodded happily, but turned to leave.

Li Shuishan glanced at the books that the old man in Tsing Yi was holding and putting down, the miscellaneous book shells that had already been yellow and rotten, and the sheets of paper seemed to be folded and neatly laid out in it, and it was a four- or five-inch picture scroll that unfolded, the font was clear, but there was little sense of vigor and pen power, and the person who wrote by hand must be very flustered and irritable.

Waiting for the old man in Tsing Yi to come back again, holding a book in his hand, there were still undried blood stains on it, put it in front of the old madman, and said sadly: "There is a Taoist who wanted to visit you a few days ago, I told him that you have returned to Zhufeng, and he asked me to send you these fragments, saying that there was a young man who went to the deep sea and saw a terrible scene, only to flee back to the remnant soul, and with the blood of the old demon. He also said that maybe only you can do it. ”

The old madman sighed, rolled up the bamboo slips, opened the fragments and looked at them carefully, who knew that he frowned, and said heavily: "This matter, I really need to take action..."

The old man in Tsing Yi and Li Shuishan were both curious.

There was laughter outside, and the old Li Guoren came with a big-headed fish and called, "Do you want to eat fish tonight?" I can give you a little good fruit wine. When he walked in, he saw a serious look on his face, and the rough man who walked lightly behind him, lifting his double chin, looking at the layers of meticulous roller blinds, extremely envious, and seeing the good furniture, he couldn't help but sigh.

Old Li Guoren asked, "What's wrong? If you encounter something difficult to solve, I can help." ”

The old madman touched the undried blood stains on it, sniffed it with his nose, retched, and hurriedly took it away, "The blood stains of the old demon are really evil, and the cultivation realm is afraid that it is not low, and it is deep enough, but this matter still needs to be carefully considered." By the way, who is the Taoist who sent the fragments?"

The old man in Tsing Yi thought for a while and replied: "This person has come and gone without a trace, at that time I was looking around the White Mountain, he appeared across the cirrus clouds, wearing a grass coat, walking barefoot, his eyes are sharp, like dotted stars, his nose is red and swollen, some like the traces of being bitten by ants. When he left the fragment, he spoke in a hurry, I don't know if I noticed the mistake, after this person left, there was a strange aura intervening in Baishan, and when I searched, it was gone. ”

The old madman stroked his forked beard, picked up the fragment again, looked at it in front and back, laid it lightly on the table, and said, "That's it, here."

I don't want to force anything, I want to look at my old friend first, straighten out the army, and think about it later. ”

Then he smiled and looked at Lao Li Guoren, "I will cook it in the pot later, make a bowl of clear soup, and I will taste it." This fish, you feed drunk every once in a while, presumably the soup is also full of wine, the fish head is the largest and most replenished, give my disciple Zangsheng smack, so smart. ”

Li Shuishan looked helpless, the old man in Tsing Yi talked and laughed, carried the fish in the hands of the old Li Guoren, and walked outside.

The whole bleak day, the daylight is dizzy, a sound sleep, in the city, there are not many monks, rare to have wandering loose cultivators stumbled away from this place by mistake, surprised to visit, but most of them are still the monks of the city, led by a person in charge, an experienced old man, to see the place where the legend of the madman lived. There are few monks in Baishan City, according to the old madman's words: If you want any helpers, Lao Tzu will fight a hundred. He does have this strength, so his name is resounding.

After the monk comes, he usually leaves behind some spare fruits and vegetables, treasured dried fruits, the flesh and blood of cattle and sheep, rolls of clean and thick books, and carries a large jar of liquor on his back to show respect.

Therefore, the old man in Tsing Yi was also called a man in Tsing Yi by them, and he was just the same name as the old man in yellow in the spring breeze! They looked at the sky that was not dark and unknown, and had long forgotten the scorching sun and crescent moon in the outside world, but it was a pity that some unknown monks who had grown up sitting in the cracks of the stones had long been accustomed to the passage of time here, their parents had died, and their mother had also left with the monks of Zhufeng to find their own hope.

And they sit upright on the rocks, absorb the aura, and follow the last wishes of their fathers to kill the enemy and kill all the evil!

Don't look at them all looking unlucky, their eyes are drooping, every time they fight, the strength of the whole body can be condensed into a thread, this killing ability is still there, and they go straight away with each step, their muscles bulge, a fire is bright, and the roar is constant.

The old madman also met with them, and was impressed by their talents, threw down a jug of wine, and asked, "Will you go up the mountain and leave this place?"

Although they have not seen the void of the outside world, the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, the dust on the blinking stars, and the delicacy of fruits and vegetables in the world, the abundance of meat, and more importantly, they are very lonely, their eyes are full of contemplation, they will not be tempted by any temptation, they do not drink water or eat, they crush the stones with their hands, wander into the sea for a while and come up again, looking at the mother's love that is like a dead in their hearts, and resolutely shake their heads.

They spoke very clear human language in their mouths, **'s upper body, muscle lines all over, sometimes with sharp gravel to carve the texture, blood stains converged to a small spring, and their father's wild appearance, holding the sea water in their hands, generating scars, with fanaticism and confidence, muttered in their mouths:" In the future, I will respect my father as heaven, and the traces of my invisible years will let my fathers open their eyes instead of seeing clearly, and my jade hopes will die in the carved patterns, and I can only be liberated by killing all the evil demons and evil ghosts. ”

It's not a curse, they're healthy and just holding on to what they believe in.

The old madman sighed, and felt pity,

Call them 'solitary'.

Loose cultivators usually sit with them, and they don't have much murderous intent towards humanoid objects, but when those monsters turn into human forms to take their blood and life, they can escape or kill them with their keen senses.

Today's Baishan is surrounded by a sitting solitary, middle-aged man's appearance, his eyes droop, no fluctuations, wrapped in grass clothes, slowly looking at the old Li Guoren who poured wine for the fish to drink, as if thinking, when the old Li Guoren left, he got up and came to the pavilion, standing in a corner, according to the previous old Li Guoren's line of sight, looking at the restless lake, turning his head to look at the pavilion full of white pen cursive, touching the cold water vapor of the stone pillar, and sat down.

He closed his eyes quietly, opened his mouth and exhaled, gasping for breath.

At this time, the old madman who drank the fish soup in the house was very happy, Li Shuishan, who was smacking the fish head, looked very enjoyable, it was indeed better than the fish, and it took a while to solve it, the rough meat man with unfinished meaning was really intoxicated, but the others did not feel it, the old Li Guoren sighed and said: "I haven't fed the fish for a few years, the wine is not strong enough, the fish soaked in the tendon and the slow stew of the fruit wine, the white fish soup that comes out is mixed with a hint of umami." Beautiful, beautiful!"

Li Shuishan finished eating the fish head, wiped his mouth, walked out of the hut, waited for the old madman to squint for a while, and then went to watch the stone wall writing.

Idle, flying up the city wall, looking at the empty handle, glancing at the unseen scenery in his eyes from time to time, the little soul came over and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is not the apprentice of the madman's predecessor?

Li Shuishan nodded in response and said, "Exactly." Just after eating the fish, come out to breathe, the first time I came to this place, it was inevitable that it was a little strange, look at the Baimang Ridge, the hanging smoke willows, or the sea surface that came in with the broken mirror, but I don't know if this water is salty?"

The little soul replied, "Tasteless." This city is wonderful, it seems to be supported by a formation, the white mountain is incomparably expanded, it can accommodate the aura breathed by tens of thousands of monks, and when it is turned around, there are only some suppressed demons and ghosts left in the hill, and the yin stones they devour will gush with the undercurrent and be satisfied. By the way, it's not a broken mirror, but a diaphragm, like a fusion of bubbles. ”

Li Shuishan lay on the city wall, looking at the mountain that could not be seen, the clouds and mist blocked most of the vision, and coughed, "I want to go down and walk." After speaking, he flew away, looked down around the whole white mountain, a clear main stream came into his eyes, many small springs spewed out spring water, and birds occupied their feet on the aquatic plants, standing still, the red eyelids blinked, and when he saw someone coming, he waved his wings away, fell into the lake next to the small pavilion, and grabbed a fish in his mouth, and left happily.

There were clouds and mist floating in front of him, waving his hand to look, the back was the fishing place of the old Li Guoren, although he didn't know what it was, but with some words he could still deduce it, he blinked his eyes, and the lake was hanging in the air, and the lone cultivator in the distance opened his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Li Shuishan didn't know that when he flew to the side of the water, a few miles away from the small pavilion, he saw the sharp corner of the eaves, the green tile water waves were slightly floating, and there was a person in his eyes.

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