The sky is drizzling, the stone is wet and dyed, the water grinds the black chess, the magnificent momentum, the majestic bar, the sky and the earth are ethereal from afar, and you don't ask who is the master of the ups and downs of the world?

The wind and clouds and mist rolled up hundreds of feet, but the smoke and rain did not stop, repelling the Sword Mountain, and the thunderbolt mountain rose from the ground, is it expected to return?

Selfishness?

At this time, Fang Xiu, a landscape splashed ink painting.

This realized the persistence of heaven's will, and the old madman behind him didn't say a word, lowered his head and flattened his robe, the cool sound cloud pavilion, and the thunder rushed down.

He sneered at the darkness of the distance.

A green bamboo leaf slipped down his sleeve, discarded in front of him, opened his eyes in a dream, and frowned with his hands, this eyebrow is not him, there is another person, but it is not difficult to cast a fierce sound of rain falling.

Dragon's Leap.

It's not dark yet.

The sky was rolling up the wind and dust, and the heart was confused.

This time there happened to be a man sitting down under the tree, he looked into the distance, looked at the old madman's depression, and looked at Li Shuishan's confusion, then remembered the years that belonged to the past, raised his hand to help, and drew clouds in the air.

Cloud dragon water snake, the shadow is not big, but hideous and spiritual, thousands of scales in the shape, pinching the three-inch tongue root, spitting catfish, followed by the tail of the cloud waves, shaking the dark clouds, quite a large figure, there is an auspicious call, a sense of viciousness, the man said cordially: "Old madman, this time I borrow your favor, and I will return it next time." ”

If he saw that Li Shuishan's momentum was not enough, there was only one disciple in Zangfeng, the spirit was not good, and the perception was insufficient, so he would give more brewing that belonged to natural mana, even if it was too much, it was not enough, and the wind and waves rolled up were enough to drown his eyes.

The heavy rain under the Tibetan peak was enough to splash the mountain stream and raise it a hundred feet, but the cloud water only stopped a few feet in front of the young man, and the moment of hovering just gave him a few breaths to watch carefully. The wind and rain swayed as much as he could, and the sound of the young man's breathing did not stop.

The old madman opened his mouth and said: "Back then, Lao Tzu was not as good as you, he was twisted and cowardly, if he went to the battlefield of mortal dust, wouldn't you be the first to die?

"It's a bit too much to treat you as a child, one doesn't have that short and delicate body, and second, there is no childish mentality that is uncomfortable, and I said to you ruthlessly, at that time, I was long gone, and I was left with a monk in a blue robe, and I realized it fiercely, this is a secret hidden that is unique to my Tibetan Peak. I'm just a precious disciple of yours, I have everything you want, as long as you say something to me, Master, hey, serve a cup of tea. ”

He hasn't completely forgotten what he promised now, Li Shuishan said, three visits, but the trivial matter of serving tea and water, he didn't say anything, he smiled, and the old madman was dreaming again.

The man who sent the cloud dragon was already smirking, but his true expression still pulled the small box in front of him in front of him, and the silver finch danced on it, this is a good baby, the old madman who originally had a calm face only looked at his precious disciple where he had the heart to pay attention to things that were not careful.

However, this person also acquiesced.

The old madman owes him a favor.

He also owes the old madman a favor, and this time he paid it back.

However, the old madman squinted his eyes and shouted: "I remember, Yunjin Land, when will you pay me back the favor?

He glared and scolded

"The heart of the stake is not dead, you are still the same old as before." If I hadn't come from the retreat, I would have smelled the disgusting smell of the rising fruit peaks, the cherry fruit with a big head, the green full-skinned Moro peach, the little honey you want to eat, and the little trumpet melon in the shape of a tree. Otherwise, I'll go. ”

"Okay, you little urchin, I owe you a favor today. I want the disciple to become the number one of the peaks, do you have a way?"

The man shook his head.

"I don't have so much power, I don't think so. ”

The old madman touched his nose.

"Then you send my disciple a great creation. ”

This person sighed and pinched another storm, but this person seems to have a similar personality to the old madman, the black-striped robes on his body, melons, fruits and vegetables are all ambiguous, and the taste is wanton and blows along the wind.

However, even if the wind is tight, the dark clouds will not retreat, leaving Li Shuishan with his eyes closed, and the sadness that comes to mind is the mountain and sea map in front of him, which does not have so many rich pictures, and there is some fun to play.

"Give rain. ”

He waved his sleeve again, causing a rain to fall.

Li Shuishan quietly watched the rain fall in the sky, his mind was clear, even if a painting of Confucius was spread out and ink was splashed, the few peaks the size of beans in the distance would not become a little bit of water on the rain and mist. The man sitting on the fruit mountain didn't touch his beard and sang fiercely: "Little Erlang, big Erlang, it's all you and him." Little fox, little coat man, laughing haha. ”

The old madman chattered on the sidelines.

"Watching the rain requires meditation. This is the charm of the avenue, not just sitting on the ground, but also wanting to take a decent thing. The quiet space of the horse, wearing a white coat and a wooden hairpin, shook the big fat butt and went outside the mountain, saying that it was good outside the mountain, wonderful outside the mountain, and there was charm everywhere. Angry, promiscuous, temperamental, morning and night after being beaten by people come back, obediently hiding in the dog hole. If you want to learn and learn the majesty of your master, you look at the peaks and how many people don't listen? I have a big cloud in one hand and a big thunder in the other, and whoever doesn't stop blowing him up, and the whirring wind doesn't stop, my grandmother will sit in front of his door with a wine gourd, and ask what is the wonderful?"

"There was a Taoist who asked me why I could live so long?"

"I'm a cultivator, how can I tell him that I can live so long?"

"How long does it take to embroider a hoodie?"

"How long does it take to eat a bowl of wine?"

"How long does it take for a girl to get married?"

"Look at how long it will take for the hanging flowers on the side of the road to land?"

"Lao Ji is looking at a thousand miles. ”

"Don't put your head smart, look at the flowers to see the doorway. Is it made of paper into a clip, the fingers are tightly covered, stepping lightly, pinching one is not enjoyable, grab a good seal, the honey is not sweet?"

"People don't care about the past, and people don't care about the waves when they're young. ”

"Right?"

Li Shuishan nodded silently.

The man in the floating mountain not far away laughed.

The old madman shook his head and said: "The wind and clouds on the side of the mountain are changing, Tang poke a little monkey man, is a prince who loves to listen to operas, but his body is more than eight feet tall, and he has the strength to move wood and carry the bell, and he is called the little radish head, how can he be called so much?

What is the reason for the delay in getting on the horse?

The old man's three-inch mustache was pulled and he smiled extraordinarily: "Because of you." ’

How could the prince endure it, and after a violent beating, he asked again: 'Why does the child like to eat candy?

And again: 'Because of you.' ’

The prince beat him again.

At dusk, Xiao'er returned with a bamboo load of rock candy, pinched a handkerchief and threw it on his face to several aunts in bright green robes who came, carefully fed the butyrine one by one in his mouth, took out a small turtle shell from his pocket, and told fortunes: "I see that a few of you are weak, and your anxious heart is burning a small candle flame, why don't you sacrifice for my father quickly, when will you be able to wrap your waist?"

Isn't it all dead?

Died in the fire.

The old prince cried out, knowing that he had offended the walking Taoist, so he hurriedly put a table of good wine and food, sent away his child, and followed the Taoist away. ”

The old madman looked serious and coughed, "The little story is the fifth time I have told it, and the first time I told it was given to the young man in the round hat who was about to enter the Tao, and he died. The second time was a one-eyed child, which made me feel at ease, but I was born with a lack of worries and was sent back to the outside of the mountain. The third, a disciple of a rich family, has a stubborn heart, and I will teach him a lesson. Who knew that with the fourth, fifth, and sixth, round-headed and stupid children, fishy fishermen and children, the fierce spirits that popped out of the cracks in the stones were different from the rich disciples, and they were entangled, and I locked them up fiercely, making them think about it in front of the wall. ”

He smiled lewdly and said, "Guess what? The day is only three, why is it that you have gray hair and fall into a demon." In the end, there was no way to give three pills and send them down the mountain, to go to the way they were released, and they were wasting a lot of good years. ”

Li Shuishan swallowed his saliva.

"You are my fifth apprentice, maybe the last, maybe the only one at the peak. I will teach you all of me, fight for what belongs to my peaks, and fight for my face. But luck comes from heaven. When you run out of luck in one day, you will have bad luck and bad luck, and give you some capital to fight. You have an extraordinary mind, I have already seen that you are destined to be attached, but fortunately I have no intention of you, otherwise you will die. ”

"When you run out of luck, you can see who you really are. ”

At this time, the old madman was even more different in Li Shuishan's mind, as if he was hiding everything, but these powerful cultivators could see it at a glance. Restless, thinking about the dissolute man of the preserved fruit mountain again, he saw through his inner thoughts, and inevitably his whole body seemed to be naked in front of him, what privacy was there?

He exhaled.

"Cultivation may only be respected by strength, there is no pity, no pain to say, and no sympathy. ”

"Cultivation may only be about death and survival. ”

"Cultivation may only be about fighting and killing. ”

"Perhaps there is only freedom and bondage in practice. ”

"Practicing may only be crying and laughing. ”

"Be yourself, you can be true. ”

"Look at the rain in the sky, which drop does not fall with a purpose? Look at the cold wind, what prompted him to come? Look at the man we sit on the peak together, is he crying and laughing? You see the roar of the rain dragon, is he longing for freedom? When you see the shattering of a rock, is he praying for mercy?"

"If you want to be beautiful, don't go down this path. ”

"Look at the rain and look at yourself, look at the rain and see all things, and look at the rain and look at the inside. ”