Between the mountains and mountains.

There is a person who walks through the mountains and forests, and his speed is extremely fast, but his body is steady and elegant.

I saw him wearing a pale cyan robe, with a delicate face, a bamboo hairpin on his head, long hair floating lightly on his sideburns, and two sleeves swaying in the wind.

This little Taoist priest, who is already quite immortal, is not Xuanyi, who else can it be?

"If I'm not mistaken, I still have half a day's work, and I'll probably be able to get to that broken earth temple, right?" that little beggar ......" Xuanyi, who didn't stop, muttered to himself.

Xuanyi is indeed a little happy now, Yiwei can finally find the next part of "Floating Dream"!

You know, the book in his sleeve has been read back and forth by him no less than twenty times!

Some wonderful sentences or wonderful poems in the book were engraved on the purple bamboo slips by him with a knife and pen.

With a knife and a horizontal stroke, the pen is thinly dropped, and then strung with a thin string and placed in a specially prepared sandalwood box.

Over time, bamboo incense and sandalwood are mixed up, and when you are upset, take it out and take it out, isn't it beautiful?

Everyone in the world has their love, some people love fine wine, some people only love beautiful people, and some people love the scenery of the avenue!

As for Xuan Yi, in addition to the avenue that must be pursued, I'm afraid the only thing that can make him care is the heaven and earth in this book!

And, of course, the beggar......

"After the Shu River, the wind is light, and the settlement is full of joy. ”

Isn't it beautiful?

"If you don't feel sad when you leave people, what year will your hometown be?"

Don't you mourn?

There is also the emperor who died on the battlefield, he has been fighting for a long time, and he has fulfilled the promise he once made to the people, and he will never let himself die behind the gate of the national capital!

There are also the frontier soldiers whose bones cannot return to their hometown, they were born ordinary, their lives were ordinary, but when they were dying, they turned into a wisp of heroic soul guarding the dynasty!

There is also that chivalrous swordsman, who usually doesn't eat half of the country's money, but when he dies in the country, he only fights for the word "country" in his heart, and finally dies on the battlefield!

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people returned to fight in ancient times......

The agarwood princess who died in the country, after the country was ruined, in the face of the enemies from all directions, did you escape?

Every time Xuan Yi reads this, he will worry about that little princess.

Born at the wrong time, heaven and earth are not connected, and the century-old national glory will be destroyed in one fell swoop.

This!

It's the little beggar, the mortal dust of the pen!

As for the second thing that can make Xuanyi happy, it is naturally that he can meet that little beggar again!

It's been two years, and I wonder if the broken earth temple where the little beggar lives will have collapsed, so she will continue to live that wandering life as I told me before.

Also, the two in her mouth, the scoundrels in the east of the city, won't bully her again, right?

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi suddenly grinned, it shouldn't be.

After all, according to her pungent temperament, she could have slapped me with a stone at the beginning, and only those two scoundrels would definitely not be her opponents.

See you in the rivers and lakes, this sentence was told to me at the beginning, so I Xuanyi went down the mountain this time, since I was mixing the rivers and lakes with Liu Pingsan, then I came to you, naturally it is no problem.

Are you right, little beggar?

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In fact, as soon as the little Taoist priest left, the little beggar felt a little lost.

It's been a long, long time since I've met such a friend who can talk to each other, right?

Since the age of ten, the little beggar has been living in exile, going round and round, worrying every day.

It's okay to be cold and starving, but why do you want to die?

At that time, the little beggar who was still young couldn't figure it out.

Uncle Qi Daizhao died, Uncle Sima also died, and in the end, even Aunt Nangong died.

In fact, the little beggar also wants to die, and when he gets up, he can do nothing, he doesn't have to do anything, and he doesn't even have to go hungry.

However, everyone else can, but she can't!

Because, those who died, all for her to live!

Therefore, even if she nibbles half a dried radish every day, her little hands are red from the cold, and she picks up the rotten vegetable leaves that others have lost, she still has to live!

Live well!

In fact, when the little Taoist priest left that day, she really wanted to tell the other party: "Actually, I am not called a little beggar, I also have a name, I am called Agarwood!"

"It's just that it's been useless for so long, and I haven't told anyone for a long time, and even I almost forgot about it. ”

I heard the little Taoist priest say that the Longting Mountain in his house seems to be quite far away from here, and ordinary people can't reach it after a year or two.

But he's an immortal, and immortals can naturally fly to the sky or something, so it shouldn't be long before he comes to me, right?

But I'm going to have to hurry, because I'm not sure how long I'll be able to make it, at least until I'm done with the book.

Thinking of this book, the little beggar suddenly smiled, it's good, in the future, this book will not only be in the world, but also a little Taoist priest like you, who met me in Pingshui!

It's just that a year has passed, and she didn't wait for the little Taoist.

Two years have passed, and she still hasn't waited for the little Taoist.

When she was discovered and taken away from the mountain temple, she still didn't wait for the little Taoist priest.

She thought about it, it didn't seem to be anything particularly reluctant, it was a pity that the book that was placed under the thatched stack hadn't had time to be handed over to the little Taoist priest.

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When Xuan Yi rushed to the Broken Earth Temple with excitement, something happened that made him very disappointed.

That's right, the little beggar is gone!

And it seems that this land temple has been uninhabited for about a month or two, and there are already many cobwebs on the roof, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the thatched haystack.

Xuan Yi used his divine sense to investigate, and he didn't have any hope, but he found something in the thatched stack - there were hundreds of paper manuscripts.

Xuan Yi didn't need to look at it to know that this must have been left by the little beggar.

However, what made Xuan Yi puzzle was, why did this little beggar suddenly leave here?

According to what she told me, she's going to stay here forever.

Xuanyi was a little strange, but he was not ready to give up, and while it was still early, Xuanyi searched near the Land Temple.

When nothing came of it, he went into the city again, and went to some of the places where the little beggar had told him before, where she frequented, and inquired in many ways, and even went to the two scoundrels at last.

But in the end, the answer was the same, that they hadn't seen the little beggar for a month or two, and they didn't know where the other had gone.

In the end, Xuan Yi found the storyteller that the little beggar often mentioned, but at that time, he no longer had any hope of finding the little beggar.

The storyteller looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, which is already considered ancient in the world.

I saw that his hair was gray, his beard was long and straight, and his face was full of wrinkles, but when he spoke of books, he was straight and round, and his voice was loud and full of neutrality.

Xuan Yi sat silently on a big stone in front of the storyteller's desk for a long time, quietly listening to the storyteller, telling about the grievances and hatreds in the mortal rivers and lakes.

The last book said, that Ouyang Jing heard the wind in his ears, his body turned half a circle in the air, and when he fell, his face was facing down, but he felt that his body was very soft, and he didn't feel pain, but he couldn't see anything in the dark and dull eyes, but he heard someone exclaim in his ears.

He couldn't move, he didn't dare to speak, and he smelled a faint fragrance in his nose, as if he had returned to his bed in the helmsman of the Changle Gang.

I was nervous, and sure enough, I realized that I was lying on the futon, with my mouth and nose buried in a pillow, but there was another person with a head next to the pillow, with long hair draped over the pillow, and it turned out to be a woman.

Ouyang Jing was taken aback, and with an "ah" sound, he cried out.

I heard a woman's voice say, "Who are ......you?" How do you ......"

Ouyang Jing said: "I...... I ......" I don't know how to answer.

The woman said, "How did you get into our boat? I'll kill you with one sword!"

Ouyang Jing shouted: "No, I didn't get in by myself, it was someone who fell into me." ”

The woman hurriedly said, "You...... You...... You get out of here, how to climb on my ...... In the bed?"

......”