There is a tomb on the long street, with an inscription of 3,000 words, and there is a robe buried under it.

The robes are orange and yellow, and they are tiled on the rocky hills in the west of Los Angeles.

The young year passed, the early sun was faint, and there were two teenagers kneeling under the cold light, the one in the green robe was on the right, and the young man in the ink robe on the left was on the side, both of them were stuck to the frozen soil, wrapped in a thin layer of frost and snow, and their eyes looked at the crystal ice flowers in the distance.

It was a tall mountain, with a crystal-watered exterior that shimmered with blue, tranquil dreams.

This is Zhensoul Mountain, I don't know what is buried under the mountain, and it is rumored that Los Angeles is here, it is for this mountain, for the lonely souls sheltered under this mountain.

However, for the young man who was kneeling on the frozen ground, this so-called rumor was not very important, looking at the mountain from the solid ice, the so-called Zhensoul Mountain was just a strange and fantastic mountain, and further up, it was just a beautiful scenery seen when the heart was cold, a peaceful place where you could forget what you thought.

With a complicated and incomprehensible sorrow, the young man shrunk and collapsed in the ice, weak, and looked at it numbly, from the early morning to the dawn, from the dawn to the little lazy worm climbing up the mountainside, this look, I don't know how many hours flowed away.

Time passed, like a clear spring overflowing the pebbles, filling the riverbed, and in this long and unconscious time, the mountain slowly changed in the eyes of this young man.

It shimmers, it looks into the distance, it has so much strength, so much hope.

The young man looked at the crystal peak, and his body in the ice slowly stood up, and after a long time, he lost his soul one after another.

Suddenly, for a moment, the Soul Mountain seemed to open its eyes, looking at them gently and softly, and smiling at them quietly.

The smile is like the bright clothes in the clouds, like the noble feathers of the white crane from the east, and the smile moves the world and infects the ignorant young man at the foot of the mountain.

That look, that smile, the mountains and the kindness, there seemed to be greetings to their weather today, as if they were telling the charm of the past, and as if they were dancing in the clouds.

The young man's soul wanders, fluttering, empty, indulging in the mountains, indulging in that smile, that beauty at that glance.

Xuan Chan sat dryly, although the mountain in his eyes existed in the air at this time, it was not oppressed, careful and gentle, curious and cautious, it seemed to be telling the vastness, telling the legend, but these thousands of stories were only condensed into that glance, that gentle and tender glance at this moment.

But it was this glance that brought tears to the boy's eyes.

The heat of this eye is better than the orange and yellow lazy worm behind him, bringing endless warmth, and suddenly the green-robed young man got a kind of recognition, this comforting look with affirmation, this soft smile comes from a kind of joy, this soft glance makes the winter snow between the world melt into warm water, the heat wanders, slowly infiltrate and wrap the two robes on the frozen soil and cold pool, after this moment, the young man's mind has been calm.

This glance is the protection of the wanderer from home.

The young man closed his eyes, but he couldn't hold back his tears, and the maggots that grew in the dark corners were seen by the sun, and it said, You are so beautiful.

The spine of the self-inferiority was pulled up by a pair of hands, and it said, the boy is fearless.

The sky is icy and snowy, the earth is dry, and there is a big umbrella blocking the wind and rain in the rain, it said, the road ahead is together.

Suffering and violence have nothing to do with this land, ugly struggles have nothing to do with here, no matter how unbearable the world is, how unjust it is, everything in this hut has disappeared.

It's home.

And you're just a little teenager.

As soon as the eyes fell, the young man could not kneel, and shrunk into a ball in the ice, and the tears took away the cold and sorrow, and the torture and contempt, and they lay in the ice, and only needed to sleep peacefully and wait for the day to come.

The mountain smiled sideways, stretched out his arms and enveloped the earth, his cheeks against the two robes on the frozen ground, and the thin old horse under the frost and snow.

You're a teenager too.

It's back.

Go to sleep.

The mountains are smiling lovingly, and the orange light is scattered in this alley, and it is bright.

The old horse fell asleep. Like a child.

At the foot of this warm mountain, no one can spoil the peace.

This is the only stable sleep at the end of the wanderer's year.

Xiaofeng drove the frost slag to run, circled around, the town soul mountain overlooked from above, lovingly looked at the group of young people sitting on the knees in his arms, the blue sky and the sun were bleak and the snow was bitter, it just smiled quietly.

That's nice.

The strong man sat down dejectedly, took a sip of the liquor in the pot, the corners of his mouth moved, and the tears in his eyes that had been suppressed for a long time quietly slipped down.

This is the place where the four swords of Guanshan were worshiped in the past.

At that time, there were four young men kneeling on the rocky hill, one in brocade, one in white, one in a strong suit, and one in a robe made of youthful spirit.

At that time, Zhensoul Mountain was also like today, smiling lovingly.

The liquor was down, the past was gone, Ma Qiubei got up and went east, the enchantment under his hands was loosened, and the frozen soil in the distance was mild and kind at this moment.

The resentful strong man was gone, just because he was a teenager.

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There is a saying in Los Angeles that there are teenagers in the west.

Originally, this sentence referred to the youthful spirit and hot-blooded romance of the Western Luo family from generation to generation, and later this sentence was also used as a weapon to despise the other four departments for acting perversely and disgustingly but using teenagers as a flaunt.

As the short sentence says, if you are not calm, you are a murder weapon, if you are rude and transgressive, if you are unwise and arrogant, you are stupid, if you lose your blood, you are evil, if you have no roots, you are angry, why is a teenager?

After all, although the west is chaotic, it is extremely orderly and bloody, just like they want to seize the opportunity of Xuan Chan, they have not made a move, in addition to the deterrent power of this tavern, the morality in the hearts of the young people outside is also an important point.

However, the origin of the formation of such rules in the west has always been a mystery, because the morality of the west is different from the other four departments, chaotic but not dirty, even the southern army has a situation of hiding dirt and dirt, but in the west, this is an old thing to manage.

Walking in the alleys, the most violent light of the day pushed the shadow in the corner of the wall to the extreme, and it was at this moment that half of the sloppy body was revealed in the corner of the wall.

The old beggar opened his eyes and got up lazily.

It had been seven days since he saw the old horse in the Suzaku Palace, but he didn't dare to open the letter.

Yueyang Lou's old friends, what good news can it bring.

Pinching the kraft paper in the palm of his hand, feeling the lines on it, the old beggar's eyes were obscure, hiding a little fierce light.

After a long time, the sturdy beggar let out a long sigh, turned his back, and began a begging journey to satisfy the day's food and clothing.

The old beggar threw out a copper coin as he turned around, and the copper coin swayed three times in mid-air, wrapped around it with a few golden threads, and then fell softly to the ground, turning into a cloud of white smoke and drifting away.

He didn't see anything in this hexagram.

Drops of blood converged at the nose of the sturdy beggar, and then fell into the air in a silk thread, flowing above the earth.

Behind him, the young man in the long coat smiled indifferently, and there was a golden copper coin lying in the palm of his hand, on which seven circles of silk thread were wrapped.

The seven-day copper coin was completed, and the nine-day to be continued.

The young man turned around and traveled away in a piece of glory.

There was news from the Shicai Southern Heaven Realm, and a young man dressed in black fell to the Luo family's mansion, dying.

And he, to see.

By the way, meet the young man in the green robe.

Luo Yan threw away the copper coin in his hand, and the sun was shining, slowly melting the ice on the frozen soil.

At this time, a green robe opened his eyes.

He saw a hexagram.

There was nothing on it.