The little demi-immortal didn't take the road marked on the map, that road was indeed the easiest way in this enchantment, but they were in the light and the other party was in the dark, if they encountered an ambush, then they really became a live target, so the little demi-immortal took them to another road, and the one they took was also easy, but if they took a few wrong steps, they were immediately crushed into pulp by the enchantment.

If it weren't for the little half-immortal, Jiang Xiyan wouldn't have known that there was such a place in this world.

Just like the state of mind of the little demi-immortal when he first went to the graveyard of the gods.

The power of this enchantment is too heavy, and it is a harsh winter, so they can't even see a living thing, and the three of them walk in it, feeling even more gloomy.

The wind blew in the mountains, whistling and stabbing the ground, but the clouds in the sky did not move. Seeing the dead leaves flying out of the mountains and forests, rising into the air flutteringly, slowly moving away, the whirring mountain wind is howling, like a mountain stream and waterfall, a burst of exhalation, the little half-fairy walks in it, feels that the footsteps become very light, and it is about to be blown over.

Suddenly, a crow flew up from the snow forest, quacking, startling the three of them, and the little half-immortal saw Jiang Xiyan's frightened expression, and couldn't help but tease: "I thought you weren't afraid of heaven and earth." ”

Jiang Xiyan smiled and said: "What do you say, the people in the Xuanmen should be in awe of heaven and earth. ”

The little half-immortal was choked and had nothing to say, and suddenly remembered Mo Liunian, and he often made fun of Mo Liunian, but Mo Liunian always stared at him and didn't speak, with an expression of being too lazy to bother with him.

Wujian gasped and said, "Brother, who set up this enchantment, such a cow." ”

The little half-immortal once asked his grandfather half-immortal Wentian, and the half-immortal Wentian told him at that time that this enchantment seemed to be born with it, and he didn't know who set it, and it hadn't been damaged at all for so many years.

The little half-immortal asked the half-immortal to ask the sky what is the use of this enchantment, but the half-immortal asked the sky but did not answer, as far as the little half-immortal knows, as long as one person lives in this enchantment now, it is a very old man, and the little half-immortal estimates that his age should be older than the pure monk.

Every time he goes, the half-immortal Wentian will bring a few jars of good wine, the old man is also very able to drink, in the impression of the little half-immortal, it is simply a thousand cups of not drunk, the half-immortal Wentian is very respectful to him, and he will stay for three or five days every time.

The old man is also good to the little half-immortal, every time he will touch his head and look at it with very kind eyes for a long time, and only let go of his hand when he sees that the little half-immortal is worried in his heart.

When Xiao Banxian thought of that look, he still had palpitations, as if he was a magic weapon.

Could such an old man also have something to do with recent events? The more the little half-immortal learned, the more he felt that the things in this world were incredible.

The little half-immortal raised his head, and there was a mountain eagle flying overhead, and with a sharp cry, it hovered leisurely in mid-air.

Another eagle jumped out, and there was life in the air, and the eagle called, and the empty valley echoed, and when you listened carefully, it was really like the sound of heaven, far away, far away, but very pleasant.

The hearts of the people are calm, and the spirits are also elegant.

Xiao Banxian suddenly remembered the scene he saw through Mixed Yuan Zhu, and he remembered what kind of place it was, that was the house where the old man lived.

Thinking of this, Xiao Banxian's footsteps became faster and faster.

Until I heard Jiang Xiyan shouting from behind: "Hey, you should go slow down and wait for me." ”

Only then did the little half-immortal come back to his senses, and when he turned around, he saw that Jiang Xiyan had been thrown away.

Indeed it is. The mole didn't recognize it, but this was the original wood. Still, they bravely hit the road. They chose a route that seemed to be the most certain, and supported each other, pretending to be invincible and excited, and every time they met a new tree that was gloomy and silent, they thought it was an old acquaintance, or they were faced with the white expanse of snow and the same black trunk, and they all pretended to see a familiar clearing, a gap, or a passage.

About half a mile out of the mill, I ran head-on into a herd of 40 camels. Pull out the gun smoothly and quietly. I watched them descend from the drinking point on the hill like quiet ghosts. I look at them, they look at me, and we are on the same path. I know I don't have to shoot this time, but it's safe and that's the rule of this particular game. I smile at them.

During the night battle, the enemy knew that we had used any house in the city as a fortress of resistance, and that it would be easy to get rid of our trap at night, so he switched to the method of burning one section and attacking another. After the sea of sound boiled for half an hour, the core area of Changde immediately turned into a sea of fire again.

Cheng Qian has sent countless beasts and birds to travel in his life—but this is probably the most bumpy and nonsense horse he has ever ridden. The sound of wind, rain, thunder and lightning blended with Master's noise, and his head was covered with Master's robe, and his eyes were black, but he smelled an indescribable scent of wood on the sleeve of the robe. The master wrapped one arm around his chest, freed one hand, and always protected the top of Cheng Qian's head, the clear and distinct bones on the old man's body made him hurt, but the embrace and protection were genuine.

I don't know how far he ran, it was like he was hiding from some flood beast, and finally, he couldn't run anymore, he stopped, looked back, and no one chased him. The empty street was like a deep hole, constantly stretching into the distance where he could not see clearly, as if it could suck people into it so hard that it would never be recovered.

The stick flipped over in the air and almost hit the wall. Guo Dalu can be said to have repelled the best masters in these six doors without even using a single move. He was happy with himself and did not pursue.

To get up the hill, you had to take the mountain road from the town, and Wei Wuxian pedaled the donkey slowly up the slope. After walking for a while, several people went down with a gloomy face. Some of these people have wounds on their faces and are gossiping. The sky was dark, and he bumped into a donkey rider with hanged ghost makeup head-on, Qi Qi was startled, scolded, and hurried downhill around him.

Some people are attracted by business and let donkeys drag their carts in the winter, and only such people will be caught off guard on the road. And I, I tend to travel for fun, and I never walk so badly. If the weather on the right side is gloomy and rainy, I go to the left, and if I find a place where horseback riding is not suitable, I stop doing so, and I do not see how the pleasure and comfort of the road are inferior to those at home.

My room has two doors. One exit, one entrance, cannot be interchanged. There is no doubt that you can't get out from the entrance, and you can't get in from the exit. People come in through the entrance and leave through the exit. There are many ways to come in and leave in different ways, but in the end, they all leave. Some people go out to try new possibilities, some people go to save time, and some people go to Huangquan with their lives. No one remained, and the room was empty except myself.

Under the onlookers and filming of so many people, the police had no way to shoot. The plainclothes turned his head, his face was quite ugly, perhaps he had realized that he couldn't mess around at this time. Leaning against the fence and using Iwasaki Eijiro as a shield, Aoyagi continued to retreat, and when he came to the corner, he abandoned Iwasaki Eijiro and ran as hard as he could, rushing into the residential area.

In the past two days, the enemy's tactics were to burn one section of the road and attack another. When they saw that they could not surrender the 57th Division, they changed their tactics and moved most of their anti-aircraft guns to the main front of the east, west, and north san attack. Each place faced a straight line forward, and several flat-firing guns were erected, firing diagonally at our pillboxes and overlays.

Suddenly, the safe house appeared, right in front of Dylan. The slope was a lot smoother, which allowed her to control her speed a bit. She was only a stone's throw away from the hut and was about to rush in. The demons understood this, and intensified their attacks, hovering close to her face, close enough to feel their little wings flapping against her cheeks.

It is also strange to say that the bunker here has collapsed, but the enemy has not come to harass again, and after listening to the sound of gunfire and killing, it is already in the south of Houji Palace, and this place has been thrown behind the enemy. Cheng Jianren stuck his head out from the sandbag and looked at it, thirty or forty yards away, the enemy had stacked a pile of bricks in the alley, and it seemed to be a makeshift machine gun mount right on here. The footsteps snapped, but behind the machine-gun mount, they slanted southwest.

Hearing two gunshots, Division Commander Yu saw that the enemy's cordon had been alarmed, so he told his subordinates to stop the frontal attack and make a detour to the left flank. Because there is a hill in front of me, the pedestrian road is also walking around the foothills. We had not yet reached half a mile, and at the foot of the opposite hill, a machine gun suddenly sounded, but fortunately, the Japanese machine gun we had obtained was equipped with a lot of bullets, and there was no need to spare it, so we immediately used two machine guns on the side of the pavement to shoot back fiercely at the place where the machine gun was fired.

The military art of this Yongdao is called Cover Kuo, and the two sides are built up by stone slabs on the street, and there is a person high, and the middle is three feet wide, allowing two people to walk. It doesn't go straight down the street, four or five feet of road bends, and in each bend, one or two people can be stationed. Even if the first bend is damaged, the man and the fortifications are damaged, and the other bend that is connected can still be defended, even if both ends are broken and isolated, they can still be defended.

He has no choice of paths. His path has gone from countless forks in the road to today, and there is only one way left, and the corner alleys that still existed when he was a teenager have been left far behind by him, and it is impossible to turn back and go another way. Because there is no way back. He could only go forward, climbing mountains and wading straight forward. Go to the top, then jump off. This is the only way for him.

They walked through the narrowest place between the pool and the rocks of the mountain above, even if they were soaked in the water, with the height of a normal adult man, they had to bend under the pressure of the rocks above their heads, this section of the road was hundreds of meters long, there was only a small gap between the cliff and the water surface, barely for people to show their noses, and if they were not careful, they would choke on a mouthful of water, and the group walked with great difficulty.

Drive from the rugged road to the swarthy asphalt avenue, and when you finally cross that potholed alley, your tires will love you to death. Driving from a rugged road to a flat avenue is a small gift from God to motorists. You don't know when it's coming, you don't know how long it's going to last, but in that brief moment, you're on wheels smiling, relaxing, meditating. It feels amazing!

If we are walking on the road and we encounter something in the way, we will always gently and quickly get out of the way, and when you are walking in the dark and touch something in front of you, the only thing that can be thought of is to move it aside.

can't avoid it, can't escape, this is the fact, it belongs to his fate, this is completely different from Zong Ying can completely evacuate after leaving tonight. Even if he has come into contact with another world, as soon as the day dawns, he will still be dragged back here, he has his orbit. No matter how long the summer day is, it will eventually usher in dark nights.

The ignorant judge and must often deceive them so that they do not make mistakes, and when they command us to love three or four or even fifty degrees ahead of things, they are imitating the archer's marksmanship, who always aims higher than the target in order to shoot well. In order to bend the wood vertically, people bend the wood in the opposite direction.

Fortunately, the ditch was covered with stones, and it was shrouded in a dilapidated house, so there would be no problem at all. As for the well circle, there were piles of bricks and tiles all around, and there was a collapsed house on the circle. It was the original design of the people in the cave as soon as possible, and some broken pillars were hooked up around the roof truss, blocking the way forward casually. In this way, the sunlight and the air will penetrate into the well.

Love is a bridge, the other side of the bridge is alone, and when you cross the bridge, you have achieved your independence. Love is also a wall, and you hit this wall repeatedly as a loner, and you are bounced back again and again, until you are completely discouraged and no longer desire love, then you will have to return to yourself, and then you will be able to achieve your individuality. Whatever way love is for you, as long as you experience it, you will be able to grow from it, and then you will become your own, as long as you are not stuck in it all the time.

But the higher you stand, the greater the danger. No emperor would have felt that the pyramid under his feet was safe, perhaps just an extra link or a missing link, and the seemingly solid pyramid would collapse. Therefore, every emperor is extremely insecure, and even his family members can't believe it. The loneliness of standing at the top can only be experienced by the emperor himself, and no one can share it with him. It's a real loner.

On the road of life, the most important thing is not a question of being faster or slower, but a question of choosing which path to take and whether the direction is right. If you choose the right path, you have the right direction, you can reach your destination sooner or later. If the road is not in the right direction, then the faster you run, the farther away from your destination.

The route is pre-set the day before, and the set course is covered with white confetti, but what long-distance runners fear most is a fake course, which will lead you astray and make you cornered and turn back. The average route designer will lay out six or seven fake routes of cheating, spread the same white confetti, and the future will look bright at a glance. That's why I often avoid these kinds of bright paths when I have experience.

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