The road ahead is lonely, when is the head.

The young man walked slowly, looking at the lonely clouds in front of him and not looking back, until he walked through the mountains and waters, and saw the mountain spring and stream flowing around the mountains and rocks, he could not stop his body and looked at the gorgeous and brilliant scene in the distance.

At that time, Zhao Zhenren glanced back at the strange bridge, and thousands of scenery flashed in front of him, and now it seems that it is probably similar. It's just that at this time, although it feels familiar, there are slight differences when you look closely. The young man looked down thoughtfully, frowned, and looked at the scenery in front of him that seemed to be similar but unrecognizable, and it was inevitable that he was a little hesitant.

The boy walked all the way, stopping for a moment, until the orange and yellow clouds on the horizon became a little darker, and then he stopped, leaned against the half-human high mountain rock behind him, and thought about the reason.

The mountain breeze is cool, and the whole body is cold. It is the early autumn season, and the cold wind blows on the thinly clothed teenager, and naturally there will be a little chill around the body, but the teenager here allows the cold wind to surround the body and get used to it. At this time, not only do you not feel that your hands and feet are cold, but there is more shade and coolness around your body, which makes people feel sweet and suitable, and it is very decent.

The young man closed his eyes and rested for a while, and before he knew it, he was already immersed in a dream, only a strand of long hair on his forehead swayed and danced with the autumn wind.

The quiet and comfortable young man was immersed in a dream, but he didn't notice that a flickering light and shadow from the outside world quietly came behind the young man at this time, and he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the calm young man.

The old man stopped and smiled, his eyes smug.

"Little one, a few months. I didn't expect to meet in a dream at this time, it seems that you and I are really destined. The old man habitually took a yellow wine jug from his waist, stretched out his hand and beckoned a floating white cloud in the distance.

The white clouds are long, and they are coming. Almost as soon as the old man reached back, he came to the young man, and he could be able to cover a blinding golden light that fell for him.

The old man smiled, glanced at the yellowing white clouds in the distance, and a little disdain flashed in the depths of his eyes.

At that time, I drank half a pot of plum wine from the old man, but I couldn't stop asking about the world. The grass on the side of the bridge flies, and the Baiyun stream is a rare beauty in the world. But it's not something you can enjoy right now. "The old man is neatly dressed and walks calmly. Almost as soon as the golden light fell from the sky, the old man's raised right hand had already come to the young man, blocking the golden light for him.

The young man didn't wake up for a long time, he didn't know anything about what was happening in front of him, and he was still immersed in his own small world.

The old man was quite interested, bent down to take off a shabby bookcase that he was carrying behind him and put it under him, and began to talk about some common things in the past, talking about the freehand romance of those years.

Either the people are old and old, or the elderly have many experiences, and it is difficult to describe the taste. He didn't hurry to take off the green and yellow wine gourd pinned to his waist, took a sip of wine and continued to talk, talking about everything. When the bright sky became red, the old man stretched his waist leisurely and stood up, jumping to the distant sky and scolding: "Don't think that Lao Tzu can't help you. Tell you, since he, Zhao Qingfeng, can give up his whole body cultivation, give up ascension, and go to pave a road for Wen Zhiliang to go straight to heaven. How dare I learn it. If you continue to be aggressive, Lao Tzu will not write the book of sages, but also let you see how the word Xueli is written. ”

The old man jumped to his feet and scolded, spitting stars flying in all directions, and the angry voice kept coming out of the old man's mouth, almost resounding in half of the sky. Not only did a little spit spray on the boy's face, but it also sprayed on the nearby branches. If it weren't for the sudden thunder and light bursting from the cloudy sky, I'm afraid no one would have dared to believe this sudden scene in front of them. It turns out that in addition to the written truth in this world, there are also some kung fu hidden in heaven and earth.

Above the reddened canopy of the sunset, thousands of clouds rolled, tumbling and undulating. There is a faint wind and thunder in the center. But in the blink of an eye, the weather was already very fine, and the clouds were churning.

The thunder is vast and majestic. It was as if the immortals above the nine heavens were holding a hammer and striking through the waves of thousands of miles.

"Don't give the fuck to me. Although my cultivation is not up to the heavens, old man, I am far from the point of picking the stars with my hands, stepping on the white clouds, and soaring, but I can roll up my sleeves and pull off the foundation of your few avenues, but I feel quite sure. The corners of the old man's eyes were flying, his eyes were shining, and after he said that, the arrogant old man seemed to be puzzled by the depression in his heart, and he even raised the corners of his eyebrows proudly at the stratus above.

Above the sky, there was suddenly thunder and lightning swam, and the lightning rose and fell. The old man who was on the side could even see the thunder as thick as an arm passing through the sky, piercing through the clouds, and thousands of thunderbolts gathered in one place, and they were about to cut down the arrogant old man in the air.

"You're still here for real. The old man suddenly shouted loudly, and his hands pushed forward and slammed into the endless sky. Suddenly, only a loud boom was heard, and countless silver lights suddenly leaked from the sky, sprinkling countless mottles on a peaceful colored cloud.

The old man was still puzzled and angry in his heart, and he still stretched out his hand to the left and right, while turning his steps to move and dodge, taking advantage of the slight gap in the thunder flash, he used all kinds of divine channel methods to hit the Nine Heavens Immortals a few times.

The sky changed suddenly.

In the center, the silver sky, which was only a little hazy, suddenly cracked a large gap, and the silver purple thunder followed closely behind, and the sky covered with lead clouds suddenly turned a purple red.

The ground was purple and red, and it was impossible to tell which was the boy and which was the thunder.

The old man must open his hair and open his eyes. Although he stretched out his hand to block the many thunderbolts that swept straight away, the thunderbolts repeatedly went straight down, as if they were endless, and so on one after another, even the old man who cultivated to the Heavenly Immortal did not feel a little struggling. He couldn't help but spread his hands flat again, and suddenly closed his palms in one place.

"There are still so many fine wines in this world that have not been drunk, and there are so many scenery that have not been seen. I, Kong Xueli, follow the teachings of the saints, how dare I die here and say such a bleak farewell!" The old man with a scorched beard curled the corners of his mouth, his straight body bent forward slightly, and he stretched out his feet again against the orange canopy and stepped down, and the canopy around the thunder and lightning calmed down, and the majesty of Fang Cai was gone.

"Li Zhiyu, he is successful in martial arts, don't forget the old man. The old man smiled and looked proudly at the canopy of the black clouds with his hands behind his back.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has now been hoisted by you, so I'll stop, I'm afraid it's a little exciting, it's better for Lao Tzu to be angry for nine days, and then play with you" The old man laughed, rolled up his sleeves without grace, stepped on countless mountains and rivers, and came straight to the nine heavens.

The young man fell to the ground, naturally ignorant of what was in front of him, only a vague impression remained, he opened his somewhat tired eyes, looking at the mountains and rivers that had returned to their original appearance.

At this moment, above the peaceful and quiet sky, an angry old man was stepping on a white cloud the size of a lotus leaf, scolding, shouting to pierce a hole in the sky.

At the bottom of the river, the woman with a green face screamed miserably, mad, and kept scolding the man she loved and hated. However, she was filled with hatred, she only knew that the man had mistaken her life, but how did she know that the man named Liu Zenghui had not been mistaken by her all his life.

The old monk watched the water speechlessly, sitting and watching the tide rise and fall.

"The Buddha is a bowl of water. Zenghui, do you say that the old monk's Dharma is high, or the demon's Dharma is higher. The old monk turned around with a smile and lowered his head, reached out and picked up the tattered wooden fish, scooped a bowl full of water, and sprinkled it on the face of the monk who was drowsy with his eyes closed at this time.

Liu Zenghui closed his eyes and didn't say a word, only meditating, he thought for a long time, and finally asked, "Master, Zenghui has a question." ”

The man turned around with difficulty and looked at the kind-eyed old monk.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows, looked at the apprentice who was very kind to him, and said nothing, his eyebrows were still the same, just waiting for the apprentice to ask.

"It's not easy in this world. Some people suffer for love, some people suffer for fame and fortune, some people worry about food and clothing, all kinds of hues and all kinds of causes and effects. Master, you said that the apprentices are obsessed, so what are the people in this world who are obsessed with small and big desires for? Some of them live in temples and palaces, some are hidden in the mountains and forests, some are prosperous, and some are empty. Master, what about all this earthly life?" the monk frowned, and with trembling hands, he grabbed the corner of Master's hanging clothes.

The old monk did not say a word, but looked at the calm water surface, and looked at the small water surface on that side. Suddenly, he frowned and snorted.

"How can there be people under this water. ”

The young man has been in the water for a long time, although he has woken up, his eyes are also drowsy, how can he still take care of the red clothes that came with the water waves in the distance.

The woman in red swayed in her long skirt and gradually approached the boy along the bottom of the pothole-ridden water.

"Song'er, don't be afraid, my mother has come to see you"

The corners of the woman's mouth curled up, her eyebrows kind. She pulled up her dress and slowly squatted beside the young man, reaching out and touching the young man's cold cheek, her eyes sometimes sober and sometimes confused. When there was a choking sound in the young man's throat, the woman moved back a little in horror, watching the young man advance and retreat.

"You ......," the woman cried out in fear, staggering back, and when she turned back to her place, the new dress that she had forgotten at some point was wrapped around the tips of the woman's hair and eyebrows.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

The woman in red tore the new dress behind her, tightly covered her face, her eyes blurred with tears, and her makeup was messed up.

......

In the palace, everyone was already asleep. At this time, there was nothing else in the mansion except the red candle through the window. But in the lonely and quiet small building, the girl who tossed and turned for a long time still could not sleep peacefully, she looked at the floating shadow in front of her, thinking about the long road she had traveled all the way, and suddenly lifted the corner of the quilt and pulled the door open. In addition to the endless black sky, the gentle and smiling young man is no longer here.

......

The old monk looked at the water and had doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to go into the water to try it. After all, the woman who had been imprisoned underwater for thirty years and whose grudges had never disappeared really made him feel panicked and unbelievable. But the doubt in his heart lasted for a long time, and the monk who had been stunned for a long time finally dispelled the suppressed thoughts in his heart and slid to the bottom.

"Zenghui, the Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell. I don't know how to answer what you just asked, Master, who only knows that when you see what you want to do once, you are worthy of your heart. Although it is much worse than those who read the sage can not lose their ears, but after all, they still did it. The old monk laughed, and his robe had sunk to the bottom of the water.

Liu Zenghui closed his eyes and secretly clenched his five fingers.

His body trembled, and even tears ran down his face, but he never turned around. As many years ago, the bright woman stood on the top of the hill and looked back at him, smiling brightly and still resolute.