"Smack-" The woke wood fell in shock, pulling the eyes of the whole audience over. "Ladies and gentlemen, a little old man will tell you the story of the sunset fire. "It's past time at this moment, and all the listeners came early, crowded on the sunset platform, drinking tea while listening to the old man tell the sunset interesting story. The wrinkled clothes show came the earliest, saying that it was to pick the best position and see the most beautiful fire.

"On the last evening of summer every year, it is the day of the Sunset Mountain Fire, and the day of the hundredth year of fire is the day of the birth of the king monkey. Do you still remember that the monkey tree gave birth to a child in a hundred years, and he was born to gather aura, and the origin of the avenue was added, and the cultivation was the mysterious way of Danxia. But, it's a pity!" the old storyteller shook his head suddenly, his face full of regret.

"What's the pity?" Wrinkled Yixiu was fascinated by what she heard, and was about to ask, but as soon as she spoke, she suddenly found that the eyes of the listeners were looking at her, and she was immediately embarrassed. "Although the red monkey is the way of cultivating Danxia, and he also understands a set of things of the Great Dao, but heaven does not tolerate it, but he cursed them, even if he can't break through the shackles of the Great Dao for the rest of his life. ”

"What does this have to do with your great chance?" suddenly some listeners did not understand. "This little brother doesn't understand, if this red monkey is difficult to prove the Dao, then what should he do? Naturally, he chose to follow the Dao Immortal. As long as it can attract a few rays of sunset to nourish, it is a great opportunity. What's more, if he is chosen by the king monkey, the future path of cultivation can be described as a smooth progress, and even the heavenly beings who are high above can dare to think about it. ”

The listeners thought about it, and seemed to have some truth, so they nodded.

The sun in the sky gradually shifted to the west, and the young listeners on the sunset platform listened carefully to the strange stories in the mouth of the old storyteller, and the sunset mountain suddenly became yearning. The older generation of listeners also listened, holding their heads and shaking them, squinting and smiling, but not breaking them. This storytelling work was handed down from this little old man's family, and his grandfather said that his father said it later, and now it was his turn, and it was all about the story of the sunset mountain, and it was said and said, but generations of people listened to it with interest. Wrinkled clothes show only read it, but she also likes to listen to these rough stories, and she has to pretend to chant a good poem "The fire is the fire, whether it is true or false".

The old storyteller had the best knowledge of this fire, pinched the hour, and hurriedly woke up and fell, and the alarm suddenly started, and the first rays of light in the sky were lit, and slowly spread, about to burn through the red clouds in the sky. When the sun sets, thousands of trees and flowers suddenly light up, and the fire stirs up the sky. This is just the scene when the glow appears, it is already spectacular, how dare you think about the scene of the sky completely red?

The audience was silent, burning the mountain fire in their eyes, and the light was violent. But no one noticed that the little old storyteller was staring at the sunset fire, frowning tightly together, hiding a deep uneasiness.

......

At this time, on the mountainside of Sunset Mountain, the little beggar who fell in a pool of blood didn't expect that he really didn't expect that the "you may die" in the mouth of the old man Hua was actually this way of death, and there was Danxia in front of him, but the blood he shed was much redder than Danxia. He opened his eyes wide, and then looked at the sword inserted in his heart, and some wanted to laugh, the book said that laughing can live. But he couldn't laugh, his eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and he lost consciousness.

......

"Bai Yaoyun, how long will it take to go?"

The little beggar who had been walking on the road since early in the morning was puzzled. In his opinion, the two of them were going to find the little monkey, but Bai Yaoyun took him around for most of the day, and he hadn't finished walking.

"It's almost time for sunset. Bai Yaoyun said lightly, his eyes were a little gloomy, and he didn't look very sure.

"Oh. The little beggar agreed, and asked no more, and as he went, it was almost evening.

Gradually, the red monkeys began to increase, and they all squatted on the trees, looking at the little beggar viciously with their eyes, but they didn't come down. The little beggar looked at the red monkeys on one tree after another, with the same fierce expression, and his heart was a little startled, causing him to shrink his head.

Walking into this forest, Bai Yaoyun's pace suddenly slowed down a lot, slowly and leisurely, walking a little unsteadily, and a pair of indifferent eyes were full of various struggles at this time, whether to kill or not to kill?

On one side is his important family, he lost his parents when he was a child, and he was raised by the head of the family who had no children and no daughters, like relatives. But on the other hand, it is his own morality, and he can't let go of it. He has been thinking about this question since he met the old monkey, but he still doesn't know how to choose. So he walked this path very slowly, but he knew that once the sunset rose, it was time for him to have to make a choice.

Bai Yaoyun, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, looking at the little beggar, at this time, his heart began to beat violently, and there was a suppressed pain in his heart. "Do you know when the sword dance is the most beautiful?"

"Old flowers are beautiful when they dance their swords in the sun. ”

"I'm not talking about this beauty. Bai Yaoyun shook his head, "Do you want to see it?"

The little beggar straightened his head without thinking, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of excitement. It is always called the beauty of the flower dance sword, but it is a soft sword, and one day the little beggar can also watch others dance the hard sword, which is the chivalrous righteousness he yearns for.

Bai Yaoyun was silent, slowly pulled out the sword in his hand, and slid away. The sword moved with his wrist, and after circling around in his hand, it suddenly swung forward, and there was a sharp sound sweeping it. Raise the foot and press it, and the sharp sword in his hand points forward, far away to the center of the eyebrows. Stride and stab, and smell the sound of "Boom". Turning his toes lightly, turning around, holding the sword in his wrist, and suddenly there were afterimages rising with the wind, disturbing the fallen leaves and flying. Turning around, the white clothes flew across, and he was about to reach the stunned man, when he suddenly changed his sword and held it upside down, and the flying sword went straight and stuck it horizontally on the trunk of the tree beside him.

The little beggar looked at the young man in front of him who was constantly panting, and a large piece of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wanted to dirty his white clothes. At that moment just now, the little beggar suddenly felt a sharp breath stabbing towards him, and his heartbeat suddenly stopped, until the flying sword entered the wood, and he dared to open his chest to breathe again.

"It's a different style of old flowers. The little beggar laughed.

"I want to see you sword wielding. Bai Yaoyun raised his head and looked at the little beggar seriously.

"I ...... Not really. This question, the little beggar was immediately embarrassed, he had said that he had played the sword before, but where could he get into his eyes, but he had only practiced for one night.

"It's okay, you dance the sword, I'll teach you. ”

The little beggar had no choice but to blush and pull out the pheasant from his waist.

"Soft sword?" Bai Yaoyun said with some surprise, "Then why are you still carrying a hard sword." ”

"I want to practice hard swords, hehe, but Lao Hua can't teach me, and wants me to take the road of the great sword by myself. ”

Hearing this, Bai Yaoyun frowned. The sword is a portrayal of a person, the soft sword is yin, like a snake and scorpion, devouring people in unpreparedness, and the hard sword is rigid, like a lion and tiger, killing people in the long wind. But where is the little beggar's temperament related to the femme fatale?

Bai Yaoyun was speechless, watching the little beggar dance the pheasant, very shallow and messy, it seemed that he was not familiar with the sword in his hand, but he still had the kung fu of his wrist.

The little beggar is indeed dancing casually, although he has seen the old flower practice sword, but he has really held the sword for only one night, so he has to dance with a red face and a hard scalp, but he is here to save people, and the momentum is indispensable.

"I'll teach you. Bai Yaoyun looked at the little beggar and took the sword in his hand with a somewhat empty gaze. The white burning cloud, who was still hesitating, looked up at the sky, the first touch of sunset finally bloomed in the sky, and the fire was about to burn for thousands of miles, struggling, struggling, and struggling, two lines of tears suddenly slipped from the corners of his eyes, and his heart seemed to be tightly pinched together.

The little beggar also followed the gaze of the white burning clouds to the sky, the sunset was like fire, as if it was spreading slowly and urgently, and the fierce fire in the forest rose to the sky, but he was inexplicably a little panicked.

Speechless, the sky suddenly gathered in front of the little beggar, red orange and orange mixed together, there was a sound of the sword trembling, followed by a clear sound, like the decisiveness of the sword entering the body, and then the sound of blood gushing out and hitting the ground......

The little beggar's eyes widened, looking at the white burning cloud in front of him, and the pheasant gui pierced through his heart and came out from the other side.

Crashed down.

Bai Yaoyun walked to the tree and pulled out his sword, and when he stabbed at the little beggar, he finally understood why he was able to practice the soft sword, but after thinking about it, two lines of tears were about to fall. Bai Yaoyun glanced at the little beggar on the ground, and his voice suddenly became cold: "I used my right arm, but I can only return your left arm." With that, the sword light flashed, and a left arm flew up and fell to the ground.

"The right arm will be returned to you later. ”

One arm was broken, and Bai Yaoyun didn't frown for a moment, only beads of sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, hitting the ground heavily, accompanied by the sound of blood dripping. He did not seal the wound, but stepped on the red glow of the sky, set fire all over the mountain, and walked towards the fruit tree in the depths of the forest.

The shadow is slanted, and there is a bleak night.

The old monkey on the tree, seeing this scene, smiled gradually, but when he heard his arms, he smoked from his seven orifices, and he couldn't speak, he couldn't act, he only hated.

......

"You're finally here. In a dark space, wisps of light lit up, and an old brown monkey was lying cross-legged on the ground at the moment, with deep wrinkles on his face, pale and weak, and his eyes full of exhaustion.

"Are you the king monkey?" Bai Yaoyun looked at the dying old monkey in front of him, a little incredulous.

"It was, it wasn't, and it probably will be. The old brown monkey looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him with a smile, and said something mysterious.

"I killed him. Bai Yaoyun stared at the old monkey in front of him.

"You're doing a great job. ”

Hearing this, there were some ripples in Bai Yaoyun's eyes.

"Some things have been hidden for a long time, and you forget them. The old brown monkey looked at him and said lightly.

"I haven't forgotten. The man in white suddenly had a glint in his eyes.

"Still forgot. ”

Bai Yaoyun wanted to say something, but suddenly fainted in front of him and fell heavily to the ground. Along the way, he didn't know how much blood he had shed, and he dragged that long trail of blood, but he finally fell.

The old monkey looked at the white burning cloud that fell to the ground, stretched out his hand to the side, and a fruit appeared in his hand out of thin air, with a vermilion fruit body, and two lines of blue and purple thin plates on the pedicle. "This last Danziqing is for you. As he spoke, the old monkey pressed the fruit in his hand and sank it into the belly of the young man in white.

"It's time to break the ......"

A deep sigh came and rippled through the darkness.