Customers are running.

From between buildings, from the streets. Whether it's rushing out or disguised to hide, there is always someone in your field of vision, smiling and greeting you.

Run from noon to afternoon.

Obviously, it was only a handful of people around him who were controlled by the Yanshi, but he felt that the whole city was against him.

At first, it was just a greeting and gossip with oneself that didn't hurt. joked that his escape route was too poor, and that he had a better choice, where he should go. The mask that mocked himself had been used the day before yesterday, and it was a shame to take it out today.

After a customer came up lazily and sat under a wall, ignoring the person who appeared in front of him throwing feces, he seemed to annoy the Yanshi. Someone began to kill people.

It may be a dagger that suddenly comes from an ordinary passer-by when passing through the crowd, or a basin of boiling hot water poured by an aunt on top of his head when he is hiding from under the corner of the wall. At first, it was all just this kind of attack by ordinary people, but just when he relaxed his vigilance and relied on his newly changed low-grade magic clothes to not be afraid of ordinary swordsmen, a short knife engraved with runes was held by an ordinary child and stabbed into the customer's thigh.

This sword is just the beginning, and then there are real monks who appear and use flying sword tricks to spell illusions, sneak attacks or strong attacks.

There are no rules, or all rules. Designed in advance to tease your nerves and kill your will. Rao is a customer's temperament, and he has the illusion that there is no place to use his strength, no more resistance, no more defense, and no end to assassination.

The most frightening thing is that when the monk approaches, the customer does not feel the slightest warning of the danger that has passed. These monks, who were obviously powerful and dangerous, were like harmless chariots, horses, and beasts, until the flying sword was close in front of them, and there was a kind of heartstring shock in hindsight.

Over time, young people can no longer trust their own judgments.

There is a young couple who can't see a customer covered in blood being chased and beaten by several strong mortal men, and the husband will use some martial arts to help restrain the gangsters and hide the customer in his own home. When the wife was holding her husband's clothes to change into the customer, the couple grinned at the customer together.

For a while, customers found that if they walked through the streets, they would only be attacked by mortals with dangerous magic weapons, and in the streets and alleys, there would be a dense number of monks coming to kill them. After second thought, the customer would rather choose to walk in a remote alley, because he was angry in his stomach, and he would rather slaughter the shutter monk who interfered with him.

Then he saw a crowd of ordinary children in shabby clothes rushing in with swords in their hands.

A tall kid laughed and shouted, "Customer, you cut, you cut?"

In the end, the customer was stabbed several times and rushed out of the alley. The Yanshi seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and he thought that why, he would overturn something.

The young man seems to have returned to his childhood, when he walked through the market as an orphan and ran around stealing for a living. Everywhere there are malicious eyes, vicious speculations, and knives and sticks to drive away. No one can trust anyone or reason.

Can't even trust yourself.

The untrustworthy customers ran along the route, gradually approaching the city gates. It's just that whenever he approached the edge of the city walls, monks and mortals mixed together and besieged the whole world. He was like a moth that had touched a huge cobweb, and once he struggled hard, he was covered in scars. If you obey the Yanshi's wishes, you will slowly relax your strength.

The young man would also wonder why there was such a big movement and Yasuyasu didn't react until among the people who besieged him, he saw Hiyasushi Yashiro wearing a silver fish bag.

The amulet was exhausted, the robe was torn, and one arm was completely powerless. The veins that had already cleared away the breath of the frozen bird were filled with all kinds of miscellaneous sword qi. There were multiple penetrating wounds on the chest and abdomen, and blood stained Tsing Yi.

It's not acting, it's too late to act, it's really at the limit.

The customer dragged the sickle with one hand. Running mindlessly along a path overgrown with willow trees along a river.

He didn't know what he was running for.

The sun has set in the west.

It's going to be twilight.

Silk hangs all over the city. Everyone is an enemy in the streets.

Staggering, the sickle's back pulled out sparks on the stone pavement. Although I took every step very hard, I actually ran very slowly.

On both sides of the road, figures gradually appeared, this time all the monks came, there were more than 30 remaining shutter people, some Jing Anlang wearing dark official clothes and holding crossbows with silver fish bags, and a few innocent monks who had nothing to do with this incident and didn't know where to catch them.

In the distance, the customer saw the maid Gong'e who accompanied the tall and strong woman.

An old woman closest to the customer said tremblingly: "Get through this wave, the old man will take action personally." ”

The young man smiled miserably, "Aren't you old friends with my master?"

The old woman grinned, with few teeth, "Old knowledge." The friendship is deep, and when we meet, we will wish each other an early death and an early superlife. In the distance, Gong E shouted again, "Please sword." The monk took the flying sword, and Jing Anlang picked up the crossbow.

The customer no longer cherishes luck, shouts into the sky, and swings his sickle hard. He wanted to swing the scythe.

A slender palm was firmly pressed against the scythe, and the young man's giant scythe could no longer be lifted.

The high-crowned old man stood beside the customer.

Dressed in white and white, with bloody shirts and green clothes.

Under the willows by the river, in the afterglow, two well-dressed people stood side by side.

The old man took two steps forward, waved his sleeves, and shook back all the magic weapons flying swords. Then he threw his head up to the sky, and threw a few punches towards a cloud that was always suspended high in the sky and followed the customer. The old man clenched his fists like a bowl, but his fist intent was vast, and one punch was only stronger than one punch, and it was done in one go. In the sky overhead, there was no sound in the ears, only the sound of countless things breaking in the heart lake. I heard that there were martial artists in ancient times, especially in front of the immortal road, and broke ten thousand laws with one punch.

The clouds above him are unmoved. The old man put one hand behind his back, put the other hand on his chest like a book, and raised his head and read: "The villain is not good at idleness, and he does everything; The surrounding scenery suddenly turned hazy, and the people around seemed to wake up suddenly from the chaos, and they turned back uncontrollably, and even people with magic weapons, disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In this Guizhan Continent, where Confucianism occupies the Taoist system, Confucian disciples recite the books of sages and sages, that is, they have the constitution of heaven in their mouths.

The old man put his mind at ease, shook his wrist and shook out a wine jug and a wine glass, which was the third bottle of wine that the young man ordered for him in the restaurant.

The old man was carrying a wine jug, his eyes were drunk. "Huadiao wine, not strong enough. ”

"I couldn't save your master back then, and I can't save you today. ”

The customer's anger slowly dissipated, and he slowly sat down against a tree next to him, his feet open. Still holding the sickle in his hand, he asked, "Mr. said that the elders are not friendly enough, why did he still save me?"

The old man poured himself wine from the wine bottle with a wine jug, bowed his head, and squinted at the customer, as if he had not seen anything.

The old man said, "I'll tell you a story."

"There is a teenager who lives in a dark world, there is no light in this world, everyone is blind, in the darkness you come and go, bump into each other and curse a few words and then never see each other again. If you want to see things clearly, you have to have someone who speaks in your heart, and someone who is willing to keep talking, so that you can let yourself shine a light in the darkness and illuminate the people and things around you. But it will also let everyone around you see yourself clearly. Of course, some people are willing to be noisy and shouting, and are willing to show others everything about their integrity, but after a long time, the person who speaks will be tired, the obedient person will be tired, and there are even people who hide in the dark shadow and enjoy the light, and they will count the noise of the person who speaks, and the words in their hearts are repetitive and boring. So no one spoke, and the darkness of silence returned to the world. The same goes for teenagers. ”

"Until one day, the boy heard a singing, and a young girl came singing, and she kept glowing, and did not speak, nor did she stay in one place. Many people walked around her with her singing, and when they got tired of hearing it, they left. The teenager asked her why she wanted to sing all the time, and she said that she sang not to be surrounded by people, but to protect herself from being hit while walking. ”

The boy listened to her and then left, and then suddenly regretted it one day, and he was afraid that he would never meet such a person again. So he searched frantically, kept making sounds, and he also learned from the girl to keep singing, constantly looking in the vast crowd, trying to find the original person. ”

The customer asked, "Did you find it later?"

"Then someone found her, but she stopped singing and had fallen in love with another person. Ironically, the person she liked didn't like her, and the boy became close friends with that person. Later, something happened, the boy could have done something but didn't do it, and the girl and her friend died. The old man slowly recalled, "The boy is me, and my friend is your master." The girl's name was Honeysuckle. ”

The old man took a sip of wine and poured himself again.

Atractylodes, magnolia, honeysuckle. The young man sat upright with his feet folded.

"So, do cultivators live a long life? Compared with mortals, it is very long, growing for decades and hundreds of years, so long that some people do not cherish their longevity, do not think of progressing, go up and down the mountain, waste their lustful pleasures, and live a small life. Is the life span of a practitioner short? It is also short, so short that it is a lifetime, stumbling, falling in love with friends, and never finding a second person. ”

"People have to go through too many life and death, and those sudden partings often catch people off guard. Where do you not meet in life, but some misses go, it is really a lifetime, and you may never see each other again in the future. Or the person who has liked it hard, the moment of goodbye is particularly difficult, the farthest distance is not life and death, but the other party has been light and light, but you will never forget. ”

"Some people's hearts are fickle, and they are unrecognizable in the first five years. There are also people's hearts like stopping water, 108,000 miles have passed, and their original intentions have not changed. ”

"I'll tell you what's the saddest thing, you meet a person, you make a mistake, you want to make up for it, only to find out in the end, there is no way to go back, the sins you have committed can never be remedied, we can never pay off the sins you have committed. I don't have a chance, you are still young, and you have such a worthy woman to cherish. ”

The old man suddenly said, "I miss your master." ”

The old man took another sip of wine.

"Your master is old-fashioned, not as romantic as me. When he was young, he always thought that those under the mountain have no freedom. The high-level leaders of the shutter people have been saying that the current killer is the one who was exchanged for the lives of the ancestors of the previous generations, but does he really have a self? In the past, he was kept at home, a slave, with poor food and clothing, and was instilled with the idea of 'eating the king, and dying', and sent to death for some thoughts of the powerful for generations. Regardless of whether the stabbing is male or female, as long as they are born in a family, everyone is waiting for death, and the male stabbing and the female stabbing have died stubble after stubble, nothing more than early death or late death, and no one will want to remember the death. ”

"Now it seems that the identity has changed, but what about the client? Or are the mountain monks who used to be the monks of the mountain, who were free from slavery?

"For those high-flying mountain families, it's just a different way of hiring. From hoarsing to free-range, they still sit idly on the clouds, referring to the non-touching sword soldiers. ”

"You did a good job behind the Feng Mansion before. Killing and stabbing seems to be the difference between one person. Although you can be presumptuous and unscrupulous, you must have a sense of identity with your current identity, so that you can find a 'line' in the repeated killings, and not lose your way because of long repetition and "selflessness". Therefore, other killers are obsessed with drinking and fishing in their spare time, your master pays attention to dress and behave, you like to study killing methods without listening to orders, elegance and vulgarity are actually the same thing, just find a 'line' for yourself in the swing. ”

"But you are a good teacher of ancient rites, which is to remind yourself that the more you are in the mortal world, the more you must not be willing to be low. That's why I respect and be a friend. It's good for you to be exquisite, but you forgot the original intention of doing things?"

The customer said, "So gentlemen are gentlemen, and juniors are just juniors." ”

The high-crowned old man said: "Good behavior, good clothes, good food, all the mountains are fake romance, and the mountains are even more romantic." Your customers will be farther and higher in the future, and you need to see for us what is really beautiful on the mountain. We need to teach those behind-the-scenes guests who sit high on the clouds to know that there are real people in our generation. ”

The old man looked up at the clouds that were still hanging above his head, but did not interrupt the conversation between the two, "As for the fake back-the-scenes guest who sits in the sky and thinks that he has learned the ancient maneuvers and imitated the true taste of the people on the mountain, I will come." ”

Although the wine glass is small, the old man drinks slowly, but the bottom of the pot is finally seen.

There was silence.

The customer asked, "Is this guy very skilled?"

"Very high. The old man said slowly, "Twenty years ago, I easily defeated him. Twenty years later, he easily outsmarted me. After that incident, I quit the Shutter Man, and I had a lifespan left, but I didn't have the heart to practice, let alone break the mirror. The old man waved his hand. "You probably don't know what it's like to be alive with a dead heart. ”

"I have broken the ban on the sky in the city. Now Zhang Liu'er's natal life is entangled in the master worship of the City Lord's Mansion and cannot be distracted, I can contain it. After I make a move, he will inevitably recall his natal life, and the worshippers who have been holding their stomachs will inevitably join the chaotic war, so I can't say what the outcome of this battle will be. As for the other strings of beads circulating in the city, the old man can't take care of it, you can solve it yourself, can you do it?"

The customer leaned against the tree and smiled, "There is still a hundred mile charm in the sleeve, just wait for the seniors to break through the canopy." The customer paused, "The seniors are here, can we see each other in the future?"

The high-crowned old man took a sip of wine, put the flask and glass on the ground, and did not answer. Just wave your sleeves and leave.

"So, while you're young, go quickly. ”

The young man stood up with his support on the tree, wiped his blood-stained hands from his shirt, and asked, "Dare to ask Mr. Zhen's name?"

The old man stood still and didn't look back, "His real name is Zhou Juran, his name is Juju, his self-proclaimed Baizhu is good, and he is good at poetry, wine and food." The old dynasty Zhanzi calendar forty-three years into the curtain people, the first fifteen years of this dynasty and your master acquaintance, as a lifelong friend. ”

Stride away.

The customer stopped talking, "Mr. ......"

The old man stopped, "What's the matter?"

The young man crossed his hands and saluted to the end, and his voice was hoarse: "Junior, send off Mr." ”

The old man flew into the sky.

The young man blinked vigorously, took out a cyan talisman paper from his sleeve, and recited the mantra to uncover the talisman gall, and the young man's figure gradually became hazy.

A flash of fire rose from the city and disappeared over the city. In the sky, there was a scolding voice from Yanshi Zhang Liu'er and the old man laughing, and the old man punched freely. The fist thumped. The rest of the beads hidden in the city also turned into various streamers and chased away.

On the willow avenue by the river, where the young man left, on the ground, empty glass wine jugs and wine glasses were quietly placed on the road.

Across the river, it is a fireworks restaurant, which is lit at the beginning of the night, and the water is upstairs, and the lights are bright. Ordinary people don't know what is going on on the mountain, but they still hear a singer playing the pipa gently and slowly, singing the words written by everyone Chi Yi:

"Squinting with a glass of wine,

Said to concentrate on the world.

Looking at Chang'an Jian'an and Pan An, they all want to get involved.

The gods pinch their fingers,

This goes less than complete.

Gains and losses, gathering and scattering, don't seek perfection -

......”

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Thousands of miles away.

Above the clouds, there are 10,000 high mountains.

A huge golden bird pierced through the clouds, shook off the clouds, and turned into a handsome girl with a bun on her head, looking up and down. I saw a young man in a feather coat and a crane crown, floating along the mountain road.

The girl shouted loudly, "Sir, Luo Weaving is coming!"

The clouds were like a blanket, and the two climbed the mountain.

One tall and one short, floating like a fairy.

(4700 word chapter.) Following the customer-centric single-player storyline, this is the end. ）

(The next chapter expands the story line of the Mo family's walking silver deposit, and the male protagonist who has already appeared officially appears.) ）