"General, don't do it! If we go out of the city to meet us, then we will fall into the hands of the enemy, and Qingzhou is easy to defend and difficult to attack, we must not lose this advantage!"

The eyebrows of the Qingzhou guard were as gloomy as water, and his clenched fist slammed into the green bricks on the wall, and the green bricks shattered into slag and splashed in all directions.

It's just that the words of the military advisor echoed in the ears of the Qingzhou guard, every sentence was reasonable, and it was like a mirror in his heart. However, how can a dignified seven-foot man endure the provocation of the enemy for a long time!

"Okay, General Ben will see what tricks they can play!"

The Qingzhou guard looked down and looked at the black and oppressive Central Continent army, as if it was in full swing. His blood was boiling, and his anger was burning, so he could only endure it.

Endure for a while, and the wind and waves are calm.

"Young master, the enemy army defending the city seems to be unmoved!"

Ye Wuyang raised his eyes and looked at the open city gate of Qingzhou, he had been waiting for a long time, but he did not see a single soldier appear. Ye Wuyang drove the war horse under him to Tu Mo's side, and there was some disappointment in his words.

"Ye Wuyang, do you think everyone is the same as you, and your temperament is too impatient, so you can't be calm?"

After the military drill was arranged, Chen Youcai came to Ye Wuyang's side and spoke.

After this burst, Chen Youcai's forehead was also densely covered with beads of sweat, and there was a gasp of breath between his mouth and nose.

"Qingzhou is easy to defend and difficult to attack, if they dare to go out of the city, today is the day when Qingzhou City is broken. Between the virtual and the real, they are elusive, and they want to relax, but they dare not relax. ”

Tu Mo chuckled, his intention was not in Qingzhou, disturbing Qingzhou, he just didn't want Qingzhou to have spare time, so he sent reinforcements.

The beacon is in flames, and the war is in full swing.

A woman's life is like a bucket of rice,

A man's life is like a mustard.

Isn't that a kind of sadness.

"Chen Youcai, Ye Wuyang, listen to orders!"

The war is ruthless and unjust, but Tu Mo is not the one who has the common heart in his heart.

"Young master. ”

Chen Youcai, Ye Wuyang is colorful, arched his hand.

"After half a month of military exercises outside Qingzhou City, half a month later, they began to attack the city in foreign costumes. If you hear the news of the destruction of the city of Yizhou, immediately retreat with the whole army, and you will not stay for a moment. ”

Tu Mo stared at it, Qingzhou City was close at hand, but it was far away. He can get it with his hand, but Tu Moyi is not here, he will definitely not live up to the great gift given by Huang Tianxiao. As for the help extended by the Northern Desert White Painting, Tu Mo would also gladly accept it.

Suddenly, a somewhat cool hand held Tu Mo tightly. The coolness gradually turned into heat, Luo Qingyi's eyebrows and eyes were delicate, she didn't speak, just looked at Tu Mo and smiled.

This is the tacit knowledge of the two of them.

"Yes, young master. ”

Chen Youcai and Ye Wuyang received the order respectfully.

"It's just that this long journey is far away, with no end in sight, and no end in sight. We are all ordinary people, we just want to live in peace and live in peace. ”

Tu Mo sighed leisurely, his words were faint, his intention was to be free, I am afraid that it would be just as Ye Wuya said, the inextricable cause and effect, cutting constantly, and wanting to return to chaos.

"There's me. ”

Luo Qingyi smiled softly, and never took away the hand he clenched.

There's such a scene. Outside the city of Qingzhou, the confrontation between the two armies covered the sky with a killing atmosphere, and the shouting of killing was shocking. Under the countless faces that were not afraid of death, under the iron body that could stand up after falling, there were two figures, the man was dressed in plain clothes, and the woman was dressed in green clothes, they were close to each other, and this war was watered by blood, so that the flowers that bloomed bloomed under their feet!

Between their raised hands, they were pointing at the country.

It's so unhurried.

"The city is broken, and the people are dead. If the city is not broken, the people will die. Who doesn't want to live, live well. ”

Tu Mo held Luo Qingyi tightly with his backhand, his Dao heart was indifferent, but being in troubled times also made Tu Mo sigh.

In the troubled times, there is really nothing to show off, or it is just ignorance and sadness.

The banner hunting, the army stands tall, the wind passes without a trace, blowing the hem of Tu Mo and the others, and it is also teasing the high fighting spirit of the Central Continent army.

Summer and autumn come, the green of the earth knows that the yellow will be in the future, and it is vigorously Tucui.

Between the mountains and rivers, at the confluence of two rivers, an ancient tree with yellowed branches takes root here. The folds of the bark, the absence of the annual rings, if you are careful, you can feel the insignificant years.

Under the ancient tree, in front of a grass house, an old monk with snow-white eyebrows sat on a futon. The old monk clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, and he had been in meditation for a long time.

And by the river full of rubble, a little monk was fetching water, and the hem of his monk's robe was a little stained with water.

Here is a peaceful couple, away from the hustle and bustle of the red dust, there is no picturesque scenery, but you can concentrate on cultivating my Buddha.

"Master, the water tank is full. ”

I don't know how many times the little monk has carried water back and forth, and when he saw that the water tank was full, he put down the flat burden on his shoulder. He clasped his hands together and came to the old monk's side.

Every day, the tank will be filled with water, and the next morning, there will be no water left in the tank.

The little monk fetched water every day.

Year after year.

"Mo sigh, do you know why the teacher only branded eight scars on your head, instead of nine. ”

Lao He has not yet opened his eyes.

"Back to Master. You once said that what is good in my Buddha's heart is to abandon the seven emotions and six desires. Among the seven emotions and six desires, goodness must be heartfelt, hunger must be distinguished, love is entrusted, and hatred is clear. And then I went to four, and the rest of the nine precepts disciples knew it well, but I don't know why there were only eight precepts on the disciples' heads?"

Mo sighed and said. When he bent over, Mo Si had three neatly arranged ring scars on his head, but one was missing.

"In addition to the four points you said, to be a teacher is to have love in your heart, and you must have great love in your heart, so that you can care about the people in the world. Our master and apprentice were born with the sky, and lived in response to the sky, and we need to get rid of the root of the troubled times in this war and become an immortal. It's just that the teacher is old, and the limit is approaching, I was born under the ancient tree, and I am scattered under the ancient tree. Sitting here is also fate. ”

The old monk is like a sedentary dead wood, and he has never moved a single bit.

"The apprentice remembers the master's teachings, but the apprentice doesn't know, how does the apprentice need to cross the immortal?"

To sit down is to die in this world and live in another world. In contrast, there was no excessive fluctuation in Mo Si's heart.

This is what the heart thinks of accompanying the Buddha.

"I don't know, I don't say. Those who become immortals need you to understand and cross by yourself. Mo sigh, remember, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily real, and you can experience it with your heart, who should you cross, and how you should cross!"

The old monk said. "Mo Si, do you remember the mother and daughter who came here ten years ago after being chased and killed by the enemy?"

"I remember. ”

Mo sighed and replied.

"You should get back the piano you borrowed ten years ago. The water tank is also full, so you can leave, this grass house, this ancient tree, and leave it to the destined people. ”

As soon as the old monk's words fell, he opened his closed eyes, he stretched out his hand and gently held Mo Si, that is, between this touch, the old monk's robe was windless and automatic, he smiled with his eyebrows, his body was like a dead tree in spring, from the old monk to a little monk, but the hand he held lightly did not let go.

"Go for the teacher. ”

The old monk smiled at the corner of his mouth, his body sitting cross-legged was vacated, and a gust of wind blew through, very gently, like a warm hand blowing on his face, but it blew away the old monk's body.

When the wind passed, the old monk's body turned into a stream of yellow sand, and after circling the little monk, he disappeared under the ancient tree.

There was no sound, and there was no trace.

A relic emitting golden light floated in the air and landed in Mo Si's palm, that is, in a few breaths, the golden light dissipated, and the relic was dim.

"Master, go all the way. ”

Mo Si put the relics into his arms, then knelt down beside the ancient tree, and bowed three times and nine times. Yes, the four seas are originally home, and where I am needed, it is where I belong.

This grass house, this ancient tree, will be left in the destined person.

"Master, the apprentice is gone. ”

Mo sighed and got up, he left, this trip was far away, and this trip was aimless. It's just that where the borrowed piano has fallen, I don't know.

Behind Mo Si, the grass house, the ancient tree disappeared, he walked farther and farther, the relics in his arms were cold, but his heart was hot.

He blooms in troubled times, like a flower in the dawn of blood.

He crosses people, and people cross him.

No one stands with me at dusk, and no one asks me for porridge and warmth.

No one reads the lights out with me, and no one reads with me for half my life.

No one accompanies me late at night, and I share the wine with me.

No one accompanies me to cry, no one dreams of me and the past.

No one accompanies me Gu Xingchen, no one wakes up my tea is cold.

No one listened to me, no one understood my dreams.

Looking back at the bleak place, no one is waiting in the dim light.

Dongtu.

Hung with layers of white silk in the Dongtu royal court, solemn and solemn, the eunuchs and palace maids were dressed in plain clothes, they all knelt in front of the palace with their legs on their legs, prostrate in front of the palace.

Civil and military officials, dressed in official uniforms, tied with white ribbons on their heads, stood bent in front of the palace.

The palace guards, they have scimitars out of the sheath at their waists, the tip of the knife is pointed at the sky, the cold light is dazzling, they hang their heads and pause, and their expressions are sad.

The blowing of the strings is touching, and it is a pervasive sadness.

The king of the eastern soil, highly poisonous into the bones, toxins invade the heart, and all drugs are incurable. The layers of white curtains fell, and the snow kneeling beside the bed was like smoke, and it had long been silent, turning into tears.

The king of the eastern earth has fallen, a proud woman has passed away, and an era has come to an end.

"Mother King!"

Xue Ruyan's voice was hoarse, her sleeves were already wet, her face was pale, Xue Ruyan's hands were white, and she pinched the corners of her purple and gold-rimmed clothes tightly.

"Uncle Mo Que is gone, the mother king is also gone, in this world, there is no one who can fall in love with smoke, and there is no one who can spend the evening with smoke. ”

The wine can be warm, and the tea can be boiled again. But this man will end, but he will not be able to live any more.

"The Mo family, yes, and the Mo family. ”

The joy only lasted for a moment. The puppet trick of the Mo family can resurrect people, but the resurrected mother king can only be a puppet controlled by others.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

For the arrogance of the king of the eastern earth, how could he let the snow be like smoke.