For everything Fan Wujiu told Li Moru, Li Moru felt very novel, it turned out that some things could still be done like this, in this comparison, the Night Pearl was too much less creative than the King of Yama.

It was late at night, accompanied by the sound of insects and wind in the forest, after Fan Wujiu took all the brothers and Li Moru to greet him one by one, everyone's attitude towards Li Moru was very friendly.

Maybe it was because of the incident in Niushou Mountain that they misunderstood that Li Moru was a member of Wanxianmen, but Li Moru didn't want to participate in any Jianghu forces from the bottom of his heart.

Because no matter how you stand, you will always face some choice problems, he prefers to be a passerby, but he will often be pulled into either force.

It's like when you were a child, two children on both sides of the fight, you just passed by, and the other side pulled you over, even if you didn't want to fight, but you still regarded the other side as an enemy.

Everything looks easy, simple, yet so complicated.

After Li Moru and everyone got to know each other, Li Moru said to Fan Wujiu: "Then I'll go back first, my things are still there." ”

Fan Wujiu said: "Brother Li, since you are going to the White Horse Temple, it is better to go with us, we still have a lot of things to ask Brother Li for advice." ”

Li Moru politely refused, "I'm too conspicuous now, it's easy to cause trouble for you when I'm with you, and I've always been used to being alone, and suddenly being with everyone, to be honest, I'm a little unaccustomed." ”

Fan Wujiu is an old Jianghu, so he naturally heard the meaning of Li Moru's words, and he said: "That's the case, we won't disturb Brother Li's rest, if we meet on the rivers and lakes in the future, we will have a glass of wine with Brother Li." ”

Li Moru nodded and smiled: "Definitely, definitely." ”

"Then Brother Li, let's say goodbye first, we still have brothers waiting for us in front. ”

"Okay, go slowly. ”

After sending Fan Wujiu and the others away, Li Moru looked at the dust burned on the ground, and couldn't help laughing at himself, "When I came out, I told my master that I wanted to be chivalrous and righteous and be a sword immortal, and now I ......."

"It's really ridiculous, I want to be a good person, I want to be called a sword demon by a righteous person, I want to get rid of evil, I am called a sword fairy and a brother by people in the demon sect, my Li Moru's experience is really ridiculous, I don't know if the master will be angry after knowing these things, it shouldn't be, according to his old man's temper, I'm afraid that I'm three points worse than me." ”

Thinking of Lao Yangtou's way of teaching himself on weekdays, Li Moru couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, warm.

He returned to the place where he had rested before, and for some reason, suddenly his heart suddenly sounded the getaway that Mr. Mo had played before he left.

He couldn't help but chant, "There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun." The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, and it flies angrily, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky......"

While singing, I played the tune taught by Mr. Mo in my heart, and my body couldn't help but fly up with a magpie stepping on the branch, at this moment, it seemed that I was like that Dapeng, riding the wind straight up to 90,000 miles, and traveling freely for a lifetime.

For some reason, Li Moru gradually felt that his feet were like the wind, and he jumped up much higher than before, and the moment he jumped, the fallen leaves fell from his side.

He wanted to be fast enough for himself to fall faster than the leaves, and if the leaves were the equivalent of a ladder to him to rise?

If this is the case, then wouldn't it be possible to go up as long as there are fallen leaves, so can the Qianzhang cliff that Zhao Suxin said can also fly up?

He couldn't help laughing and said: "Interesting, interesting, I'm afraid that the consumption of internal force is stronger than the blacksmith's fist, if you don't have enough internal force, flying into the air won't you fall to death." ”

He shook his head, feeling that the idea was a bit too bold, but he still tried it, but no matter how much he tried, the moment his toes touched the fallen leaves, he didn't have the strength to support himself to rise further.

After he tried a few times, he finally gave up, "Sure enough, it still doesn't work, I'm also a little whimsical, if there is really such an exercise, then according to the skill of Huiyang Immortal Master, it should be possible, how can he still use magpie stepping branches, I still practice my magpie stepping branches." ”

Li Moru jumped up, climbed up from between the branches with a magpie treadmill branch until he reached the top of the tree, bent the branch slightly downward, and ejected the body as light as a swallow with the elastic force of bending to restore its original shape.

Sure enough, the speed was much faster, and when the toes touched the branches next to them, the feeling of acceleration could be clearly felt.

"It doesn't seem to be useless. ”

After Li Moru arrived at the same place, he took a deep breath, breathed inside, and then lay down on the burden behind him, the starry sky was full of stars, and the hills were much lower.

Li Moru woke up like this, and after practicing according to his daily habits, he rode on his horse and rushed towards the White Horse Temple.

After three more days of driving, Li Moru finally came to Luoyang, where the White Horse Temple is located.

Luoyang is worthy of being the ancient capital, much more prosperous than other places, and the pedestrians on the street are also very crowded, Li Moru bought a hat to shade the sun, walked along the street, and found an inn to live in a town near the White Horse Temple.

Although the inn is remote, but the place where it is located happens to be able to see the tower of the White Horse Temple, Li Moru found a place to order some side dishes after entering. Plus a jug of wine.

I don't know why, ever since I started drinking, I want to drink some soju once in a while, especially when I'm worried.

The tingling sensation in his throat allowed him to forget everything he was thinking about for a while, and when he got drunk, he didn't have to worry about anything and just got some sleep.

When he woke up and realized that everything was business as usual and that there were still many things to face, he understood what a stupid decision it was to drink to kill his sorrows, and there were some things that he couldn't escape.

He just liked the tingling, burning and getting carried away for a moment, and it only took a moment.

Sure enough, as Li Moru expected, the inns near here were overcrowded, and it seemed that all the people who passed there were weapons.

After Li Moru entered the inn, he was very cautious, according to Fan Wujiu's statement a few days ago, now his portrait has spread all over the rivers and lakes, as long as he makes a little movement casually, he will become the target of public criticism.

Although he has not met a particularly powerful person at present, Lao Yang Tou has told him more than once that there is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in the rivers and lakes, be careful in everything, and for the sake of his own life, he has kept a low profile.

After entering the room, he dared to take off his hat and looked at the pagoda of the White Horse Temple in the distance, and the crowd of people crowding towards it.

According to the words of Zhao Suxin and Fan Wujiu, Li Moru guessed that he should be regarded as the first batch of people who arrived early, and a large number of people should rush over later, but he was afraid that when the time came, there would be another repeat of the tragedy of Niushou Mountain.

However, Li Moru doesn't care about these anymore, compared to these, he is more concerned about which masters will appear this time, and whether there is really such a thing as Huashan Ancestor's jade pillow.

Just when Li Moru returned to the table and was about to rest.

A familiar figure appeared in the room, a man dressed in tattered clothes, all patched, a pair of cloth shoes that showed the big toe of his right toe, and his face was clean, but his exposed chest was darker.

Li Moru was surprised: "Oh, old monk, why are you here, is it possible, you also covet the jade pillow of others to become immortals?"

"No, no, no, the old monk smelled the wine of the little donor, so he came over, not bad, not bad, now the wine in your gourd is much more mellow than the original, no longer the kind of light and tasteless wine, I think the little donor has experienced a lot of things." ”

"Life, just like this wine, the more things you experience, the more mellow it becomes, and the taste of it, others can't understand it, you can only understand it yourself. ”

"It's that although this wine has changed a little, fortunately, the taste of the water has not changed, otherwise, this world will really have no taste. ”

Li Moru thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Old monk, what are you talking about, wine is wine, people are people, wine will not change because of people, and people will not change because of wine." ”

The old monk took a sip and said, "No, no, no, wine is wine, not wine, people are people, and they are not people." Wine is preserved because of people, and people are drunk because of wine. ”

Li Moru poured a cup of tea and asked, "The latter sentence can still be understood, but what does the previous sentence mean? Why is wine wine but not wine, and people are people but not people?"

The old monk stretched out his feet and said with a smile: "Wine is wine, because the type remains the same, it remains the same, wine is not wine, it changes due to the change of state, after today's wine is drunk, and tomorrow's wine is not the same taste, so wine is not wine." ”

"What about people, this is also the truth, people are still this person, so people are people, but people will change because of seven emotions and six desires, so today's people are not yesterday's people, and the reason why this person is not a person is also. ”

Li Moru asked, "That old monk, do you think I am still the same as before?"

The old monk took another sip, his expression was in a trance, "This question, the little donor should ask himself instead of me, you are you, you are not you, you are just you after all, yes and no, what is the difference?"

Li Moru smiled, asked the old monk to pour himself a glass of wine, and said with a smile: "Yes, what is the difference between yes and no?"

The old monk said: "I'm afraid that the little donor's hands are covered with a lot of blood now, how about it, the thickness of life, is it something that the little donor's hands can afford?"

Li Moru said: "Everything from the heart, the hands can afford it, I don't know, I don't know how to pursue the answer, in this case, it's better not to know." ”

At this time, another voice came from outside: "Knowing is not knowing, not knowing is knowing, and knowing is knowing." ”

The old monk's face suddenly changed, and his face sank, "Why is this old guy here, is it possible that this jade pillow is really that person." ”

When Li Moru was about to look out the window, suddenly a Taoist was already sitting next to him and picked up the teacup, and said, "Why, you are here with the old monk, and my old Taoist priest will not be able to come?"