The topic of saying goodbye is always easy to make people feel sad, and the source of the story may be very different, but the essence is inseparable from the loss and sadness.

One of the human natures is always reluctant.

On the three poles of the day, the smoke of the cooking in Lijiazhai has long been invisible, stepping on the small sheep intestine path in the mountains, the young man was silent all the way, just staring at the weed-mixed dirt road under his feet, watching the yellow grass and his feet collide with the rustling sound of tea like a shovel, his eyes are fleeting and dull, and he seems to have made an old mistake again.

The black cat lay on his head, I don't know when he changed his position, its four paws spread out, as if holding a wooden ball, and its long tail stretched and drooped, flicking around the back of the boy's head......

Huo Sheng held back all the way, and when he saw the virtue of one person and one cat, he finally couldn't help it, and couldn't help laughing, and teased,

"Hey, I said boy, you've got a cat on your head!"

Chu Zhan's wandering soul seemed to be about to return to his senses, and he didn't hear the words in his ears too clearly, and he subconsciously hummed in his mouth, showing his absent-mindedness.

"Hey fuck my ......"

Huo Sheng scolded with a smile, looking at someone's stunned appearance, he only felt that his soul seemed to be tickled by this guy, and he laughed even more happily, and pushed him hard from the half-human-high thatch between the two.

"I'm talking to you, stupid!"

The tone is high, as if shouting,

I didn't leave a hand on my hand, and it was clear that I wanted to make it bad.

So Chu Zhanyan was pushed by him, exclaimed, and almost fell into the ditch on the side of the road.

"What are you doing?"

He glared at Huo Sheng, only to feel a tingling pain in his scalp, and estimated that a few hairs should have moved under the cat's paws.

The only thing I am glad about is that it was almost after all, the clothes and pants were not wet, and the soul returned to the body after the fright, and the people also excited a lot of spirits.

"That's what it looks like, look at you like a depressed bag just now. ”

Huo Sheng laughed, seemingly satisfied with the results of his prank.

Chu Zhanyan and Ah Meow glanced at him at the same time, and the young man snorted weakly, and said sarcastically,

"Thank you so much. ”

"Don't be so outside, what do we have to do with each other. ”

Huo Sheng held back a smile, he suddenly felt that the road to Chang'an would not be boring and lonely.

“......”

Chu Zhanyan didn't want to pay attention to him, walked silently, and went his own way.

The young man in the moon white robe obviously didn't have this kind of thing, he casually folded a grass in his mouth, held the back of his head with both hands, squinted slightly and said with emotion,

"You gave away two good chances, and it was really their luck to meet such a fortune boy. ”

Thinking of the elegant food protection competition on the mountain, Huo Sheng couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, secretly sighing that the gap between the same cultivators is so big, and the posture of someone is simply not too noble in comparison.

"What's this? ”

Chu Zhanyan raised his head,

"I'll send it!"

Huo Sheng looked at him in amazement, thinking to himself that he was still tight just now, what kind of pride would you be proud of?

"That girl's meridians can be transformed from the mortal body at the beginning of the beginning, it should be the credit of your "living pill", but it is the black charcoal-like boy, I feel the taste of luck from his body, and it is connected with the heaven and earth, the carrier of luck is ever-changing, and most of them look ordinary, only practitioners and some demons can perceive it, I just noticed it when I arrived in Lijiazhai, you and the two big demons killed by the white claw, are there for this, right?"

"Hmm. ”

Chu Zhanyan nodded, and when he mentioned the word luck, he couldn't help but think of the nameless gentleman he had never seen before, his eyes suddenly became a little confused, and said,

"Huo Sheng, do you believe that there are people in this world who sacrifice themselves for others?"

"What a stupid thing!"

Huo Sheng laughed and hammered his shoulder,

"I haven't had much contact with the mortal world, so I don't know very well, but the cultivation world...... A man like you who abides by principles at the expense of himself and others is already considered a luxury, and sacrificing himself for the sake of others? This kind of noble sentiment is not suitable for the mountains, so what is the difference between it and the Holy Mother in the foreign canon?"

"That's not Our Lady. ”

Chu Zhanyan muttered to himself in a low voice, remembering the white light and black fog that swayed that night, and muttered,

"It's a saint......"

Maybe in Huo Sheng's eyes, Chu Zhanyan did that out of affection and understanding of cause and effect, but in fact, the reason why the young man did this was only part of it, cause and effect was the beginning part, and part of it was his point of view, that is, it should be.

Luck was born in Lijiazhai, and it is natural for it to belong to the Li people!

Mr. Nameless is blessed with his life, which is the work of a saint, and it is only natural to kill greedy demons and evil spirits and maintain righteousness for a long time!

He just meddled in his tricks and made a move when Tiger Jun and Zhu Yeqing struggled to break through the ban, so that not only could he get rid of the demon, but he could also save himself the power to break the ban.

Once the luck is stained with flesh and blood, it will be entrenched, even if it kills that person, it is useless, pure luck is easy to attract the attention of demons, and if you want to keep Lijiazhai once and for all, it will never cause disaster, only so, the choice of Yan Hao is naturally out of some selfishness, because Yan Hao is not only a person from Lijiazhai, but also his friend.

Therefore, it is logical to transfer luck to him from any point of view, and it is also a matter of course.

"Saints, the joys and sorrows of the world never want to be connected, if they can be connected, they must be saints, with today's mountains, how many can there be?"

Huo Sheng pursed his lips, quite disdainful.

He has seen a lot of the faces of those guys, not to mention saints, there are few who can be called good, he can't count it himself, for so long, he only sees Chu Zhanyan as a special case.

"If you don't have it now, it doesn't mean that you won't have it in the future, you also have a chance!"

Chu Zhanyan said with a smile, cheering him up for his pessimistic view.

"Come on, have you ever seen a sage who kills people, I don't have that idle elegance that sounds rigid and boring, if anyone dares me to be a saint, I will cut him!"

Huo Sheng's sword eyebrows are upside down, what annoys him the most is the great truth and the reader, in his opinion, isn't the kind of thing that is a saint just exist according to the truth and rules? He does things according to his mood, he laughs when he is happy, and he cuts when he draws his sword when he is unhappy, if someone restrains him with rules and regulations, he really dares to swing his sword and cut that strip into 43,000 pieces, and then stuff his brain into that person's mouth, and use the body of the gilded sword to pull over his mouth, spit on it, and by the way, he scolds the authentic Saibei Hu people's mouth full of grit and dust!

Whoever loves wants who wants,

He doesn't know those two words!

"Punching sex!"

Chu Zhanyan scolded with a smile, secretly thinking that this guy's temperament is really like a high-roller with an open chest and an open back and a long knife in a wine jug, he was born in the wrong place outside the world, could it be that the old man drank high on August 15 sixteen years ago?

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