The sky is as dark as lead, the clouds are cold like water, the sun rises in the east, and the world is bright.

When the first rays of sunlight shone through the forest in the morning, there was still a slight chill, and a layer of fine dew was attached to the black coffin.

Yun Qi slowly opened his eyes, stretched out a white lotus-like arm, and opened his five fingers to the sun, carefully observing the direction of the almost transparent meridians under the sun. His eyes slowly became sad.

Last night's drunkenness, like the last carnival, depressed, missing, regretful, all turned into indulgence, dawn, it seems to have changed something, but in fact, it has not changed anything, it must be faced, Yunqi actually has fear in her heart, but she didn't say it, Lanshan didn't ask, get along like this, it's just right.

I have to climb the mountain today, a complex thought that is almost close to homesickness, which makes Yunqi a little inexplicably irritable, the wind stops and the trees are not quiet, it is the heart that is moving, Yunqi jumps down from the car silently.

The yellow dog glanced at it vigilantly, and after confirming that it was Yunqi, he buried his head in his fluffy tail again.

Arashiyama glanced at Yunqi silently, then got up and prepared to pack his bags.

Arashiyama, who hadn't slept all night, was in a little bad spirit, his eyes were bloodshot, and the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes were a little deeper. As far as a cultivator is concerned, it won't be a big deal if he doesn't sleep for a few nights, and I don't know why Arashiyama spent a lot of energy last night.

"I'll go for a walk around the lake. ”

"I'll go with you. Arashiyama wiped his face with both hands, and his sluggish spirit lifted a little.

"No, I'm a little distracted. A person scatters his heart. ”

Yunqi waved his hand, and under Arashiyama's concerned gaze, he walked towards the depths of the forest.

At the beginning of the morning, the morning fog on the Dangdang River gradually thinned, and a small boat slowly sailed out from the depths of the fog.

Most of the wine jars on the boat were missing, and the clothed guest looked at the only three or two jars of fine wine, and was a little worried. said that it was good to bring Sen Luo and Xiao Qi, but there are so many left, and the wine worm is on the brain, whether to drink it or not, this is a big problem.

On the side of the boat is a verdant thin bamboo fishing rod, one end is trampled under the feet of the clothier, and the other end is long poking out of the side of the boat, and the fishing drift made of a feather is drifting with the current.

The small tandoor fire pit is burning vigorously, the fresh fish soup is turned over in the urn, the white and tender fish meat rises and falls in the milky white soup, and the rich mist and aroma permeate the air.

The clothed guest hugged the wine jar, held the fish soup, patted his knees, and sang happily.

The Heavenly Jewel Hongchen smiled lightly, and I was free.

Don't ask how much you know about the grievances and grievances.

Asking every day is too high, and the will of heaven is never predictable.

Who will be determined by fate? Only God knows.

The world is easy to grow old, can the long-cherished wish ever disappear?

If you want to ask if the previous life is gone, how slim is the next life.

The rivers and mountains are enchanting, and the beauties are also slender.

Since ancient times, heroes have been in love, and they want to give up but they are difficult to throw.

The road is long, the rain is dashing,

The jasper flute was replaced with a green bamboo penny, and the mango shoes stepped on thousands of waters.

......

Fojiao Town, Xinghua Village Restaurant.

Jingqing casually pushed open the window, the air was fragrant, mixed with the fragrance of earth, flowers and trees, the morning dew was not finished, the trees in the garden were verdant, the group was delicate, it was a comfortable morning, except for some guys who spoiled the scenery.

Qingyunzi is sharpening his sword, and a clear light flies on the Taihu Lake stone in the garden, stabbing lala, the sound is harsh, and the stone powder of the hard rockery is flying, and the sky is violent.

"When are you going to go up the mountain!?" Qingyunzi greeted him, and Jing Qing was frowning. He didn't answer, with a wave of his sleeves, the open doors and windows snapped and closed tightly.

Qingyunzi retracted the flying sword and turned around and went into the house.

The little monk Zhixiang sat in a secluded pavilion, with a wooden fish in his hand, beating unhurriedly, his voice was like a frog drum, low and pleasant. Holding a rosary in one hand, there are words in his mouth, although he is not on the mountain, the little monk who is self-examining and self-disciplined is still doing morning classes diligently.

Lin Xi was beckoning his men to dismantle the door panel, and the diners who were familiar with him said hello to him.

The purchasing steward is struggling with the vendor who delivers the food. The servants who cleaned the street were throwing water inside, and they didn't pay attention to splashing the clothes of passers-by, which caused a burst of scolding, and they had to smile and say a few words of forgiveness.

Da Da Da, a burst of horses' hooves treading water in the early morning light, and three or five horsemen came together, led by a middle-aged swordsman with a straight back, with a clear appearance and a sense of dignity.

Beside the man was a young man riding a donkey upside down, with an ordinary appearance, drooping eyelids, sleepy-eyed, napping on the donkey, nodding like a chicken pecking rice, and an unsheathed long sword was tied to a straw rope, hanging loosely on his waist, and bumping against the donkey under him for a while.

The rest of them are dressed normally, and there is nothing outstanding, so I won't repeat them here.

"It's the one who washes the Sword Pavilion. The ugly-looking old man lifted the corner of the curtain, glanced at the street passers-by, and said to the house. "The one in the brown clothes at the head is somewhat familiar, it is Lu Yao, the elder of the Sword Pavilion. There is a teenager riding a donkey upside down, which is a little special. ”

"These days, all kinds of old immortals gather in the Hanging Temple, which is more lively than the Except for the New Year Palace. ”

The man in the room was hidden behind the curtain, raising a glass and drinking, unable to see his eyebrows clearly, and his voice was incomprehensible.

"The one who rides the donkey is the Chao Weaving of the Sword Washing Pavilion, the congenital sword species, the descendant of the old pavilion master, that guy is so lazy, he is willing to give up his strength and wade into this troubled water. ”

"It's just that this time the wind and clouds are gathered in the Hanging Temple, our group of people, either seeking revenge, or for the treasure of the previous dynasty, this guy doesn't touch anything, what are you doing here? The figure slowly got up, pacing back and forth with one hand on its chin, and kept muttering.

"Young master, don't blame, the old slave is stupid, I really don't know. The old servant shook his head, closed the doors and windows, and walked into the house.

"Young master, are you still going up the mountain today?" the ugly old servant bowed down and stood in front of the curtain and asked softly.

"Wait, the forest is bigger, there are more birds, and I can't make the one with the head. The man waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes!" the old servant bowed and withdrew.

......

The mountain behind the Hanging Temple has a peak.

The old monk's clothes had been wet with morning dew, and the dry wrinkles were not stretched by the moisture of the dew.

I saw that he stretched out his dry fingers and knocked on the copper bowl in front of him, and a pool of water gradually rose in the originally empty bowl, which was really a magical means to create something out of nothing.

The water surface in the bowl gradually stabilized, and some things in the Buddha's foot town slowly appeared from it, which is similar to the magic power in charge of mountains and rivers, people are in the deep mountains, and the scenery is in the middle of the bowl.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time these days, and I have a question in my heart. Did you leak my news to Yunqi in the Hanging Temple?" Nan Sheng's voice was ethereal.

"Yes. The old monk Mu Ran nodded.

"Why?"

"After the Yundu incident, I once found a spell of soul summoning in ancient books, which can steal the sky and bring the dead back to life. It's just that the conditions are harsh and the cost is too great, and I can't prepare it alone. ”

"Yunqi has returned this time, and he is fully prepared. ”

"Yes, but the old monk never thought that someone had been secretly staring at Yunqi. Through her whereabouts, it can be deduced that you are in the Hanging Temple. ”

"And then you're going to let me know the news in the Hanging Temple?"

"The old monk is afraid that it will be difficult to protect you on his own. ”

The old monk dipped some water from the bowl and gently rubbed his eyebrows, which seemed to be a little draining. "The treasure of the previous dynasty is your handiwork?"

"In that case, it might as well muddy the waters. Fishing in troubled waters, you can have a few more chances of winning. Nan Sheng's voice paused slightly, and then asked. "Wuxiang, what the hell are you and people, so spare no time to help me, why?"

"The old monk can't bear to look at ......"

"Don't talk about it all the time, I want to know the truth!" Nan Sheng was a little irritated and interjected to interrupt the conversation.

"The monks don't speak, but you have been coaxing me all the time. I'm going to hear the truth now!"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the old monk's mouth, "This is the truth you want." Under the sunken eye sockets of the old monk, a pair of red golden eyes slowly opened.

"You're ...... too"

"Ahh ”