Luanqiao Qingniu, the young man in the robe slept soundly for half a night, the old horse on the opposite side waved his tail, and the young man in the ink robe on his side seemed to have suffered a great torture.

The way of the world...... It's hard to put into words!

The young man shook his head in a weathered manner, like a Shiyan hermit who saw all the clouds and smoke and looked down on the red dust.

Linchang faces the Luan Bridge in the wind, and the green cow on the opposite side grinds its horns with a stone bridge, and a burst of lime floats in the lights of thousands of homes, which shows the vicissitudes and frost of the young man opposite.

The ink-robed young man patted the old horse on his side in distress, but as soon as he remembered that it was just a horse, he swallowed the words in his mouth again, recalling the lost letter after waking up, his heart was heavy, he was speechless, and he continued to breathe, wandering between the moon shadows of the stone bridge.

After coming to Los Angeles, I looked for the old beggar for three days, but now I can't find it, and I even lost the letters. Although I don't know why the white-bearded old man gave him this task, he is always a heart, and if he doesn't do it well, he will be disappointed, not to mention that there is such a big loophole.

The young man sighed coldly, shook his head and sat down on the Luan table, and meditated himself, numb into an old dead wood.

Lin Chang smiled compassionately, and only after seven sips of liquor in succession did he open his eyes leisurely, and looked at the world-famous Tianjiao young man on the back of the green ox in front of him in awe.

He is a thrifty walk, the road number butterfly, was one of the quasi-Taoists of Penglai Pavilion, but because of a past more than ten years ago tired, left Penglai Immortal Island, traveled in the southern regions, these ten years he just said when he said goodbye to the mountain gate in the past, do not forget the teacher's grace, carry the weight forward.

The past is embarrassing, although the sect has never blamed, but it has no shame to face it.

This is what he said, and the young man on the green ox was a little tired at that time, but his words were heavy, and the sun and moon were dull.

In the former battlefield, the young man dressed in heavy armor left his sect and his homeland that he guarded with blood.

Now, being able to see this drunken dream of death in a black and white robe, Lin Chang hated and was incompetent in his heart.

He still hasn't come out.

He is so old that he no longer looks like a young man in the past.

The winter wind gradually converged, and the ink-robed young man tearfully turned his gaze, his eyebrows were swirled with the young man's accumulated sorrow, piled up with many unspeakable pains, isolated by the long bridge, looking in the direction of the wind blowing in the distance, how many people were up and down in that moment, but they no longer knew it, and it was difficult to recognize it.

The young man lowered his eyes and held the pen, smiled compassionately, with tears in his eyes, his heart was difficult to prevent, and his hair was messy to face the world, describing absurdity.

Young and ignorant, self-esteem, struggling and suffering in the wind, frost, rain and snow, and now wearing the robe of the quasi-Taoist in the posture of Pu Liu, I know that the high place is not cold, and my generation can not be greedy.

Lin Chang laughed bitterly in his heart, trembling all over, feeling humble, almost crazy.

The east wind blows, the frost and snow scatter like falling leaves, and the lake is dotted with stars.

Here, the heart is not at ease.

On the Luan Bridge, there is no light, the green cow ruminates, the white horse ruminates, looks at each other, and then retracts its gaze.

Hey, mimicry.

Your grass certainly doesn't taste as good as mine.

The thin white horse in the north swung its tail freely, and the green cow in the south looked numbly at the cheeky horse face opposite, and smiled in his heart.

seemed to notice the contempt of the green cow from above his head, the old horse did not refute, helplessly glanced at the ink-robed young man beside him, muttered for a long time, chose not to say, closed his eyes and ruminated on the tender grass, gradually intoxicated, sublimated, fluttering almost to the sky.

Whatever, this kid is also a talent, and torturing himself and sublimating himself in situ is also a demon.

Thinking about it, the old horse nodded in the air and gradually fell asleep.

After the thin white horse fell asleep, the rice paper on the table of the young man in front of him was hanging, and the young man in the ink robe stepped forward to hold the long scroll, the words and tears fell, and the wind and clouds surged between the hands, and there was a great tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.

The moonlight on Luanqiao was messy, the autumn clothes didn't care, the white horse didn't care, the green cow didn't care, but the young man on the back of the green cow slowly opened his eyes at this time.

Disturbing dreams.

But it's also an interesting one.

The young man in the Taoist robe stretched his waist, kept snorting in his mouth, stretched out his hand and curled his hair along the wind blowing by the young man opposite, he was dressed and concentrated, and looked much more serious.

Penglai Pavilion does not ask about the world, guarding a pure land is safe, if you say entanglement, then there is only Yueyang Tower.

And to let the green cow bring himself over, in addition to the Dao order on the young man's waist, the white horse also made a contribution.

It's a pity that I hurt my rhizome and was too old.

Xiao Xing casually glanced at the sleeping emaciated white horse, and patted the green bull on the back three times with his hand, as if he understood the other party's intentions, and responded with this.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember who this thin white horse was.

There have been several encounters.

But it's all in my sleep. But it's unforgettable.

The black and white robe sat cross-legged on the back of the green ox, not thinking, but looking at the young man in front of him.

There are thousands of cultivators, but in addition to Tianjiao, even if a genius wants to improve his realm, he has to endure hardship, after all, he has not reached the level of qualitative change, and no matter how good his talent is, he may be stifled. But the person in front of him has signs of detachment and transformation.

Just like the improvement of the realm, the qualification is also possible, but the genius cap, thinking of Tianjiao, is rare. But now, he wanted to see if the boy could do this miracle.

The young man in the Taoist robe sat upright and looked at Lin Chang curiously, and then he was a little happy.

He's a man of ink!

There are three thousand avenues, and there are thousands of ways to cultivate the Tao, and Mo Dao is a kind of extremely partial Taoism.

Because of it, a realm and a boundary.

This boundary refers to the five chasms set by the ancients, the first is the Taoist, commonly known as the weak, the second is the ascetic, commonly known as the ferryman, the third is the continuation of the heavenly punishment, commonly known as the strong, the fourth is the immortal, commonly known as the powerful or the emperor, and the fifth is the birth and death of the palm wheel, commonly known as the master.

And the reason why Tianjiao is Tianjiao is because they were born within the fourth chasm, such as wizards and below, they have to start from the questioner and run forward, but they are faster than anyone. Correspondingly, the existence of various Taoist systems is only to divide the threshold within these five chasms, for example, spiritual cultivation divides the Taoist into five paths, called the five constants, and the body cultivation and soul cultivation are also the same, but the scope of the division is different, but the strange thing is that the number of thresholds they divide into the Taoist is the tacit understanding of the five paths, and then because these three great paths encompass the world, so after years of time, sentient beings call the Taoist the five constants.

However, the reason why the three great avenues can dominate the world is not because they are strong, but because the other Taoist systems are all developed by Tianjiao, and others who want to inherit the Taoist system still have to practice the five constants, and then transfer to cultivation, but the transfer is too difficult and too difficult, and there is no guidance from predecessors, so it naturally declines from the doorway system, so it sets off the strength of the other three major systems, and it is not a so-called strength problem.

Therefore, among the forty-seven major forces, they are also dominated by these three major Taoist systems, but the disciples who practice the partial Taoist system under the command of the great forces are all very strong, which is a shortcut, and its strength is incomparable to these three so-called "righteous paths".

This is also one of the reasons why Tianjiao is rare and beyond the normal category.

However, the surprise of Xing Xing did not come from the fact that the other party was born as a disciple of Yueyanglou but practiced the Mo Dao, but because although he practiced the Mo Dao, he did not go through the Five Constants.

There are two possibilities, one is for the powerful person to make a cushion for him, and the other is that he was born for Modao.

However, these two seemingly major possibilities are too rare, perhaps, this lost five constants is the reason why the genius boy in front of him has a faint tendency to transform into a celestial pride.

After drinking the milk in the pot, the young man in the robe looked at the ink-robed master and nephew in front of him expectantly.

said that the master and nephew are because Penglai Pavilion and Yueyang Tower are both branches of the Daomen, but the ancestors of Penglai Pavilion are one generation older than the owner of Yueyang Tower, and after the inheritance, the disciples of the two forces will have a generation difference when they meet, so shouting a master and nephew, he is still conservative.

Gently sipping the milk in the pot three times, the young man in the robe unconsciously fluttered and couldn't distinguish between the east, west, north, south, and middle, and after his seventh sip of drinking, the young man in front of him breathed and put down the pen, standing in place seemed to slow down for a long time, and then calmed down.

Looking at the long scroll, Lin Chang was silent, there was no movement for a period of time, he was holding the pen to observe, savoring the "Hanshi Tu" in his hand, and suddenly the ink in his hand was a little uncontrollable, but the powerlessness of the chest congestion made it difficult for him to write.

It used to be down, but now, it's useless.

The young man sighed, but after looking at it, he saw that the young man in the Taoist robe on the Luan Bridge didn't know when he woke up, the green cow was drinking, and the willow branches in his hands were swaying around, so a chic young man!

The ink-robed young man was stunned in place for a long time, looking a little sluggish, and then blushed and shyly counted his fingers, and for a while he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. If you are entangled, I will ask you to call your uncle. ”

"Teacher, uncle!" Lin Chang was stunned, and then bent down excitedly and saluted.

His respect for thrift is not only because of his seniority, but also because of his honor as a celestial pride, but more importantly, he admires his style of doing things and his past deeds.

That young man, no matter how he feels consciously, he will always be the genius of Mo Dao!

He will always be the fearless boy in the black and white robe!

Seeing the green ox is like seeing the parents of the teacher, this sentence is an inscription engraved on the bones and muscles for contemporary scholars!

However, now that he is the second son of the sect, he will represent the face of Yueyang Tower when he is born, and he can't lose too much, but the half of the courtesy he did is not too much.

Compared with the young man opposite, the young man on the opposite side seemed a lot calmer, smiled at the young man opposite, and accepted this incoherent half-salute peacefully, but after the salute, the young man in the robe was a little depressed, looking at the sky in a trance, I don't know what to think, turned his face to concentrate on the long scroll on the Luan table, and said leisurely: "It's been a long time, and now I don't know what to say, so I'll discuss with you about the current trend in the world." In fact, you don't have to belittle yourself like this, now that the dragon gate is wide open, the carp still has a chance to fly, let alone you. The so-called Tianjiao is just something to rely on, and it is not as majestic and noble as you think, just forge ahead.

"Now that the wind and waves have just risen, everything has not yet been determined, the young man is thirteen or fourteen years old, fifteen or seventeen months on the robe, you are now only eleven, and your physique is not bad, one day volleying a pen, it is Tianjiao. ”

He smiled softly: "The book is good." Don't think it's offensive to call me here, I haven't done much in the past ten years, and it's not a bad thing to be here. Qingniu recognizes you, this is what you get with your strength, there is no need to grovel and beg up and down. If you are not frightened, you can walk on the avenue, and if you have the backbone, you can go further. If it's too late today, I have nothing to give you, and I regret it like this. If you don't dislike it, can you lend me an ink pen and let me add a few strokes for you?"

After the young man in the Taoist robe finished speaking, he saluted and made a move, and the young man opposite was stunned, and it took a long time to blush and nod his head a few times, like a child, immature and innocent.

Saving a gentle smile, the willow branches swayed in the air, the green ox under the seat took four steps forward steadily, the young man on his back bowed down to point ink, looked at the paper painting on the table, that looked at many past events, there was some emotion, sighed, the young man sat upright and held the pen, the ink was light, and the strength was converged, and there were three ants on the paper.

At this moment, the winter wind was still, and the ink-robed young man was silent for a long time, bending down to take the ink pen, solemnly.

"Let's go find Xuan Chan. ”

After a long time, the young man in the Taoist robe said loudly, "You guys go together, so you can take care of it." The words fell, smiled lightly, and then turned around and waved the willow branch in his hand, and gradually walked away.

Tonight, Xiao Nian.

Looking at the swaying marks in the darkness, the ink-robed young man stood for a long time, and bowed again.

In the middle of the night, at midnight, there was no moon in the sky, a black dress in the haze was tired and tired, the blood was ethereal, the moonlight was flourishing, and in an instant, the starry earth.

At this moment, the west is full of lights and wine, lively and lively, a green cow in the distance does not wash its feet, the official behind him follows to clean, and the young man sleeps soundly on his back.

In that milk, there is a drug.

The white horse ruminated, opened its eyes, and smiled quietly.

Just like an ant in that picture scroll, looking up at the starry sky, indomitable.