"Coming?"

"It's coming. ”

"How many?"

"Two. ”

"What's the back?"

"It's people. The ghost?"

"What the fuck are you?"

...

The fox spirit knows this old Li Guo person, does not eat the fireworks of the world, how to call and tease the calm mind, playing with his own wine pot with a boring face, where is there any treasure, even if he turns it upside down, it is also endless water, clap his hands and applaud, and then throw the fruit on her tree to him, wouldn't it be wonderful to make fruit wine? Even if you don't want to, grab the pot, and sit here with peace of mind. I ran away in a few days, and I couldn't stand the atmosphere here.

The embarrassing atmosphere, the sound of coughing, the sound of touching the wine, the sound of the footsteps moving the sword, the indistinguishable current, the wind rising, together with the serpentine hiss of the broken egg, mixed into the ears, embarrassed to slap the butt on the Zilou, hurriedly thanked and welcomed, no more.

It's okay to win, learn to thank Lao Li with people, and I'm afraid to die, this is a monster and spirit that can't see the breath, the rough man, also sat down and said, that is, to ask about the news of the predecessors, one person and one soul stopped the boat, waited, after all, there was a demon in it, and the human soul sneezed, and trembled with fright and said: "To go in is to die." ”

I had to wait, sitting in the boat, quite comfortable, almost with a fishing rod, fishing line, hook, fishing?

Zhou Fengyun pinched his fingers, and like a great immortal, he calculated, and more than half of the time had passed.

sighed, I don't know if the young man is alive or dead, and if he dies, he will wait for the next destined person with peace of mind, and continue to wait if he is not dead.

Bless it, the Lingyun spar handed to him is an excellent object. The breath of destiny, this candle flame heroic spirit can be regarded as saying, it is a fixed number, no one can ponder it, it can be involved, it can be groped for a real exploration, and it will not torture itself to death.

It's a pity, but success or failure is also luck.

In the realm of the stars, only when you walk here can you see the sharp spar, the colorful left and right keep replacing up and down, the dusty soil layer, splashing a kind of light ashes, like the weakening of the smoke after burning, here I finally saw a slope, there is a flood of light, not long away, there is still a dead air, there will be people walking, but they are all like the old madman to come by chance.

One by one, they were driven away like corpses, and they stepped towards the glowing façade.

The old madman ran quickly, looking for them one by one, this place was too huge, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, and his face was shrouded in an old atmosphere, and he could only see the robes he was wearing, red, yellow, blue, purple, and green all occupied one side of his eyes, and then he looked at the side again, and he saw the mountains and seas condensed on one side, where there were several gray vines, wrapped in the body.

He flew away, his body glowed, yes, he had gone too far, almost beyond the limit of bearing, the sky was dim, and the direction of the guide was here, the old madman touched his cheek, sweated, coughed, walked slowly, he said hungrily: "No, it's close." If I can't find where the form and god of the disciples are, I'd rather die here, where are you? Can you open your eyes and look at me? I want to see you for thousands of miles, and you will come back to me. ”

"Zangsheng, where are you? Shizun will not take you to choose from now on, I will not let you succumb to your fate, Shizun is sorry! Shizun can't stand you! Can you open your eyes and look at me?" He knelt on the ground and cried, but he couldn't drop tears, and in Zilou, tears overflowed from the old madman's closed eyes, sliding down his cheeks, this was the first time that the fox spirit and the snake demon saw the old man crying, flooding with sorrow, mourning what he thought, and the fate belonged? But it was the love of master and apprentice, why fear of life and death.

The old madman got up and continued to run, dragging the figures of different robes one after another, but he did not see the thin young man, under a rain

, In the figure of the crescent moon rising, the children sitting in the dark night have never seen such a wonderful scene, it is indeed beyond any moonrise in the mortal world, with no regrets and thoughts, the green orange under the mountain, the mountains and rivers are bent, and they are not enough to replace it with black and white.

The young man lacks belonging, there is a feeling of home here, a pair of big hands caress his forehead, like a mother nourishing a child, love belongs to the heart, a table of tea and dinner, thinking left and right, always feel that where has he seen? He can't see his fingers, he can't see the blue robe on his body, he melts into the black, and becomes a shadow, like the angler who glances at him and tells him that he is a shadow? Now he can't see what the shadow is, and he can't see himself.

He couldn't see, he couldn't see the dancing woman, he smiled at it, but he heard a chirp, and fell asleep like a stone discarded in the night, fluttering, it sounded so good, "Really, do you think home is like this?" Another fluttering sound, diffuse, alarmed his hovering palm, which could only be heard but not seen, as if he remembered something.

"What is it?"

It is a green-skinned melon fruit that falls to the ground, a child who falls and cries, a yellow duck that rushes into the river, a tide that rises and falls, a battlefield roaring sword into the heart, sleeping, a nihilistic monk brushing his sleeves and laughing... What is it?

But there was a sharp exchange of sounds, just like the night ringer who rang the bell, and the old man who played the watch went away and came.

He stretched out his hand a little, and the eight stars in the sky instantly pointed in one direction, and the old madman knelt on the ground and roared, there, right there, he looked at the sky and ran at great speed, and kept shouting in his mouth, "Zangsheng, Zangsheng, Zangsheng, where are you?" Zangsheng, the master misses you, the master wants to see you. Shizun will never let you speak for me again, Shizun will never be reckless again... Shizun got rid of all the bad tempers... It's good for you to come back, where are you?"

He stretched out his fist and punched the floating dust, and muffled, "Where the hell are you?"

He fell and got up, he didn't know why he liked this boy so much, why he planned to only accept this last apprentice, why?

Falling back and forth to the ground, getting up and continuing to run according to the guidance, inside, Li Shuishan's figure appeared as if there was no flying, but it was difficult to get rid of the darkness, this seemed to be a huge interface, waiting for someone to guide where to go? But everywhere it was darkness, it was so bleak and tasteless.

He lifted his footsteps, intending to walk, not believing the light breaking, to look for the voice, he wanted to see his own appearance, was it the green boy?

The time has not yet passed, and the turmoil has already been chaotic.

The old madman roared wildly.

The conscious person who guided the guide happened to enter and saw the person running wildly, and muttered: "Crazy, absolutely crazy..."

The sound and shadow of the vicissitudes of life ran to a barren land, where there were dead souls, ruined white sand, he felt a thin hand bone, groped in front of his face, his expression was gloomy, his five fingers were bent, the wind and sand blew the flesh and blood on it, he threw it aside, and roared: "No, my disciple is not like this. ”

Rummaging through the air, time passed quickly, and he wanted to take his life, but how could tears flow in vain? He knelt on the ground with a smile and raised his hand to dig a pit, he knew that there was someone underneath, this person was eager to be familiar with him, he was humble with himself, he didn't talk much with himself, he laughed and talked with himself about drinking, and the fine wine in the bamboo forest had not been warmed with fire? Even if the wine was warm in his heart, what could he do? He grinned and cried, crying blood, that was another concern of his.

"No, it won't. ”

"My precious disciple will not die, my disciple is a man of destiny..."

"Oh my God, I'm crazy..."

His hands were bent and blurred, and Zilou's body was full of tears, as if he couldn't finish talking about the bitterness in his heart, but he was melancholy, and the old Li Guoren who was sitting upstairs sighed and said: "Since I know this crazy person, I should have done something seriously but no."

I thought I had to put the sword around my neck before I could slip away. Waiting for things to be completed, he happily lay down in his nest and had a sweet dream. The interest is also unusual, I like to eat radish, and I like to peek at the girl taking a bath earlier, and the flesh and blood that were beaten blurred and smiled to heal, and said that I was satisfied. Practice the sword until you vomit blood, slap your potential, and force yourself to become the ultimate monk. Sometimes I don't go by day, licking my mouth and laughing and having fun at night, and I am angry and trying to be strong. Jiuzhou and his party, he was the last person to walk out, but he ate a belly of duck meat and broke the passage, which was really annoying. But he attaches great importance to love and righteousness, he is okay with me, and he can also help me become a person of Fushan in one fell swoop, comprehend the demon magic fruit, and cross the state of mind..."

"Dead, dead?" cried the big man.

"Kill a person when you first meet it. ”

"I'm too lucky. ”

Old Li Guoren drank a sip of wine, the crying goblin below, and the rough man who cried also shed tears, he wanted to follow the legendary predecessors, but he stayed here, if he really died, he would lose the meaning of his life.

The old madman was really crazy, hammered the ground, smashed out a few big pits, he felt the presence of his disciples, in the dark night, maybe buried in the soil, holding his breath, he saw one by one wandering spirits coming aside, wanting to bite his soul.

He was conscious, roaring into the distance, the spells on his body couldn't be cast, he smashed the illusions with his fists, fell to the ground and got up and tore with his mouth, he seemed to see a young man who was reaching out to walk in the center of the night, his body was rotten, there was a piece of minced flesh on his face, looking for the source of the voice, yes, he was wearing the blue robe of Zangfeng.

The old madman roared, ran away, time passed faster and faster, tearing his consciousness back, slowing him down, his voice was pulled back, his eyes were bloodshot, biting his own mouth, he took a hard step, and roared: "Why did you stop me? Lao Tzu wants to see his disciple, you get out of here." Tibetan students, Tibetan students, have you seen your master? I am right in front of you. ”

The distance between this is only an inch, but he can't hook his robe, he stopped, only need to take a step forward, only need one step, the old madman's back body is all scattered, and the eight stars in the sky are frantically condensing, this is the luck of the peaks in the confrontation with heaven and earth, like a floating sea, but it has been supported for a long time.

The time has not passed.

He bit off the flesh and skin of his mouth, he couldn't cry, he remembered his disciple's feeling of no tears, he scratched his hair and knelt on the ground, looking at his body that was slowly pulled back, climbing and resisting, "Lao Tzu is not convinced, let go of me, I want to see Zangsheng, dog's day, Lao Tzu will one day slaughter your so-called heaven, what are you? What are you? I want my Tibetan life." ”

"Zangsheng, you are taking a step forward, and it is right in front of you. ”

"Do you hear my call?"

"Do you hear that?"

"I'm your master, I'm that madman. ”

"Look at me, you're coming!"

...

Zangsheng hesitated, there were countless voices echoing in his ears, he couldn't tell the left and right, he was a little confused, here, there was no light, he settled here, stretched out his fingers to grope, looked up at the dark sky, and muttered: "You have light in your heart, it shouldn't be dark." ”

He made a determination and walked out, and at the same time encountered a scattered wind, only a brief mildness.

The old madman wept and disappeared.

The eight stars in the sky collapsed.

He muttered, "Is it the wind from the master?" I seem to hear him calling me. ”

"Probably not. ”