The mountains are surrounded by fans, and the trees are tightly dotted. The house is beautiful, with three rows on the first floor. The building is two floors side by side, and the room is the view outside the building.

He raised his head with his sword on his head, and the bright sun shone beside him. Shaking his head, he woke up his mind, put aside his sword and continued to climb the Delirious Peak.

From a high place, there is a person stepping on the ladder, step by step to the top. A staircase that surrounds the peak, with a circular arc attached to the inner wall of the peak. But when you look closer, the staircase is parallel and winds around the periphery.

Qi Yan sat in the hall, his eyes were confused, and he didn't know where his soul was. Suddenly, the eyes that opened and closed were wrinkled, and the erosive skin surface was sticky. Gradually, Huang Ying's face revealed a slight look of ridicule, and murmured: I'm getting lazier and lazier and don't want to move, he~.

He stretched out his hand that was hanging on the throne and shook it in front of his eyes, straightened up and sat down again. Reach out again and unfold your brown palm. Tick ~ Tick ~ Tearful emotion.

The sour and astringent movements that swell up in my heart moisturize the palpitating lungs. Originally~

Qi Yan said this, silently holding these two words. My thoughts have been wandering for a long time, and time has passed too much, so I can't speak out on the ground. I've been going back and drifting, I've been wandering in the past. It is always difficult to fall, and the words behind the words are spoken. Because I thought about it, but I didn't make a decisive decision.

Qi Yan tilted his head in the direction of the gate, perhaps because he wanted to go out for a walk when he got up. Look up in the direction of the open gate and go down the mountain.

——The distant sea breeze blows away, and a cold note is scattered in the waves.

The sword and Qin Huizhi went through a lot of hardships to reach the land, and the small island in front of them appeared with colorful giant birds.

——Memories float again~

The first monk in the world preached and put aside his sword to attend the meeting.

In the past, the Dao Ancestor and the Emperor of Heaven were located in the Giant Valley. Qi Yan asked the Emperor of Heaven: In this boring world, external pleasure is scarce. I look for things that are super happy and what emotions are.

The Emperor pondered for a moment, probably thinking of the pleasures he had ever found. Maybe it was fun and worth talking, so I just left one sentence behind.

Emperor: Live to remember the past and prove my existence.

Corrective words, few words, and long grievances.

Qi Yan's handsome face seemed to have a smile. Pointing back to the earthen bag that had been prepared, the Emperor of Heaven saw Qi Yan's movements, and looked in the direction of Qi Yan's wave.

Where I planted the seeds, waiting for you to see. Qi Yan said excitedly.

Seeing Qi Yan's few smiles, the Emperor of Heaven took the initiative to sit next to the earthen bag. Joke: The two of us don't look like two fools in this desolate place of sand and yellow silk? I don't know how to embellish and embellish the surroundings to make the surrounding scenery look better.

Qi Yan said: When you see the silence, the surrounding scenery will also be smooth. We are looking at the creation of silence, and this circumference is the best for us. Don't worry, I'm with you.

- The fragment that he remembered when he put aside the sword suddenly began again.

Senior, you really know everything. Can you ask if the master will be angry this time? I'm leaving, and I don't dare to hope that there will be anything in the future! It's just that the master, I really can't see through whether he is angry or not.

Can you tell us? The seniors in my eyes, the junior brothers in the afterglow.

Qi Yan Ancestor will not be angry, and Qi Yan without the slightest word will not be angry. If you say very little and you don't speak, you're sad. He's a talker, and if he doesn't speak, he's ......

"Haha" With the laughter of our predecessors, we bid farewell to Daozu with hope. It seems that the fear and worry just now are gone, and I look back. Grab Akiyuki's shirt and hold Akiyuki's hand tightly. Facing the words of the seniors, I went to the island, and the night was cool and pleasant.

- Thoughts drift again.

Qi Yan sat for seven years, saw me get up, and asked me.

See the branches gradually spread, and feel the seeds grow from larvae to a dead period of plant growth for seven years.

I had to go beforehand.

How many years have you seen each other, more than ten years?

Thirteen years.

That's what you said was the joy of looking for, and that's good.

I seem to have come to understand a truth.

Eternal life.

If you don't live for so long, it doesn't seem to be fun at all.

If we can live a long time, that's the fun here.

Everyone's fun is different, and what we find is everyone's fun.

There are some things I won't tell you, and we'll leave them at that.

There is no difference between knowing and not knowing.

- A sigh of the sword. That senior talked so carefully.

Continue to be spiritual**, full of fighting spirit and continue to go up. The memories just now diluted the cowardly melancholy.

After walking for a long time, the stairs sighed for him. One of them looked up at the sky, but kept walking. The top of this mountain is not visible, and there are no visitors on this road.

As he walked, he suddenly choked up. Thoughts suddenly clenched the heart, from stomach to lungs full of sadness.

Qin Huizhi called the sword that had already turned back. Qin Huizhi's muttering came quietly: Senior brother, I regret it, I don't want to pay for the civilians anymore. It seemed that the overturned water suddenly fell in his mouth, and he said vaguely: Go back, I don't want to sacrifice myself for these low-end creatures.

- This meeting, this meeting in the past. We've really become strangers, and we'll be able to ~.

He said in a low voice, and then said: You can still talk and talk when you meet, and your former heart can never go back to the past. Every time I see you, you still mess with those creatures. Yes, I'm not as good as you~ One poor and two white rely on you to mess around.

What is the money of the common people? As long as the money of the monks is worth a thousand years of hard work in farming and weaving.

I don't know if this meeting with the master is the same as you used to be.

After finishing speaking, he raised his body and accelerated to go, leaving an afterimage.

The sky is blue, the clouds are faint, and the air is fresh.