Merlin was dim, and the starry night was dull. Except for the occasional wind blowing, or the rustle of autumn leaves falling due to the yellowing of the rhizomes, there are few others.

There are few lines in the starry night, and there are few people. The young scholar walked on the little-traveled path with a slightly red face, carrying a farming tool, with a sad face.

He walked a small half of the distance, looked up thoughtfully to the left and right, looked at the old scene of the decayed grass in front of him, and felt a melancholy and sadness in his heart.

Things are people, and tears flow first.

"The meeting in Pingshui is just a stranger in a foreign land, and the sages are just old sorrows. Even if you write a moral essay that is contended by a hundred schools of thought, so what. After the dust settles, what remains is still the market of ordinary people, and the chickens and dogs smell each other. Zhang Haiju touched the scene and was sad, and his eyebrows were sad. It seems to be ironic by the scene. But in the bottom of my heart, what really makes people sad and can't let go is still that yellow coat and a good horse.

The rain was bright and muddy. He staggered, his face melancholy. Between long sighs and short sighs, he didn't notice the uneven potholes under his feet.

"Oops", his footsteps half-slipped, and before he could react, the right foot stretched out by the scholar happened to step into the pothole. He patted his ankle, which was wet with muddy water, in disgust, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Phew. What is the desolation of Morningside, and the return of the hoe with the moon and lotus? What is the negative study tour of 3,000 miles, which is better than reading a million poems and books. There are few traces of people, and I Zhang has walked all the way, and what I have seen is the poignant grass and autumn coolness, and how can there be the so-called scholar negative box, and the joy of singing the chapter. Zhang Haiju felt sorry for himself, and his face was sad. Half-lying in the mud, he forgot to get up for a while. I just think about the leisure and elegance that I read from the book in my mind.

The light rain is sprinkled lightly, and it drifts in the wind. In an instant, his handsome face was splashed with a lot of raindrops and mud. The young man stretched out his sleeves to wipe the rain, and he was about to get up. Unexpectedly, the oil-paper umbrella that was within reach could not be picked up anyway, and he waved his sleeve angrily.

In the distance, a snow-white fox squatted under a large tree with sparse branches and leaves, stunned. Tears glistened in her long eyes, which seemed to be dripping. Just like 800 years ago, the scholar in Pian Tsing Yi held it in his arms with a smile.

"The moon is on the willow tops, and people are about after dusk. I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt. ”

Eight hundred years of vicissitudes of life, in this rainy night without much light, a person and a demon who have been separated for a long time have finally met after passing through the vast sea of people and many rivers.

In the jungle, the young man raised his head and looked at the direction in which Junya Taoist priest left without saying a word, and was silent for a while. Even if the girl nudged him a few times with a little anger, he still kept his head down and didn't speak.

Until there was no sound around, only the sound of the rain remained. He was relieved to let out a breath of turbid air that had been suppressed for a long time. Looking at the gloomy sky in front of me, I don't know whether I should be glad that I have a wide range of blessings, or I should be glad that I have no worries.

The young man frowned and pondered, thinking hard and puzzled. He recalled over and over again the Taoist priest's proverb that could not be called a parting gift. I had no choice but to meditate for a long time, but it was still like the mud on a rainy night, a mess of mush. I don't know.

"Li Zhiyu, Li Zhiyu!" the girl called softly, a little impatient.

The young man was full of sorrow and painted himself.

"The great monks and great virtues are prophecies in one word, and the words follow the law; scholars and scholars are responsible for the grace and grace, and make meritorious contributions. There is a way that the Son is silent and strange and stretches out his strength, but I am troubled by what he has done. The young man took care of himself and persuaded himself with a reason of yes and wrong, the sorrow in his shallow heart was swept away, and he raised the corners of his mouth, like a spring breeze. I was about to turn back to look at the girl, but I didn't expect that she had already cheered out of the gap left by his thin body and ran to the outside world.

The girl saw that the general trend was over, and the smoke had dissipated. It was rare to show a smiling face, she suddenly turned around and smiled at the young man, and asked a question that seemed a little inexplicable, "Li Zhiyu, you say that a gentleman is still a person." ”

The questions are inexplicable and even somewhat out of place. But when the boy heard it, the taste was naturally not ordinary. I just thought that she had to study her own knowledge again. After thinking about it for a long time, he only felt that both statements seemed to be quite correct. I could only smile awkwardly.

The girl suddenly beckoned gently, smiled, turned around, and said a word of nerd.

The young man looked at the vast sky that was already shining at this time, and he said in a low voice, "Nerd, this is good. ”

Since the tree demon who had cultivated for seven hundred years was killed by a Taoist priest who was proficient in Taoism, the four demons of the leaves who had been oppressed by him for a long time were naturally extremely relieved. After relieving his anger, he looked at the large clearing with only green slurry left, and suddenly felt that he was a little out of place with his surroundings. It's like a kite that hasn't been held in the palm of someone's hand is suddenly blown up by the wind and swayed. But after all, there is one less point of being properly mastered.

"How can I feel a little unaccustomed to being oppressed by him for so many years, and once no one sits on him?" muttered the leaves, his eyes empty.

The branch was still crouching, his fingers were already stained with green slurry all over the ground, he reached out and sniffed lightly, reminiscing about the past in his mind, and actually felt that there was something wrong at this time. It's like a big rock that weighs on my heart and collapses, and there is no aftertaste.

He muttered: "There are no tigers on the mountain, and the monkeys are holding up big flags, and the future may be even more difficult than now." ”

He didn't know that twenty years ago, when Zhao Qingfeng, a great real person who could already soar at any time, passed through here and watched the demons escape the ban and hurt people indiscriminately, Zhao Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and his sword came out of the sheath, and his white robe turned into a filthy purple. But he let the old demon go.

At that time, Zhao Qingfeng said: "If you are willing to turn back, it is also a good thing." As for this sentence, the leaves naturally don't know.

The roots of the tree looked at the ground with a complex look of the slurry. I don't know whether I should only think about his bad, or whether I should think about his good. He half-crouched on the ground, stretched out his fingers to pick up small pieces of dirt on the ground, stood up, and wiped it on his already mottled rags.

"A year old, a year empty," the tree root muttered to himself, turning his head to look at the mountain ape who was still a little sad.

He felt a little embarrassed.

"This hero, my four brothers, I don't know ......," Shugen asked in a deep voice. Bounched over and clenched into fists, almost bent to the dirt.

Yuan Kuanliang was silent, holding Zhang Xu's shoulders and slowly standing still. He did not draw his sword to greet the dryads, nor did he answer, but stood with his sword and looked at the place where the woman had disappeared, his face full of confusion.

Zhang Xu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, seeing that the expression of the mountain ape showed no signs of improvement, looking at the disparity in strength between the enemy and me, he had to turn sideways and get out of the way.

"If your skills are not as good as others, you will be sad in vain. The man muttered to himself, quite uneasy.

Luo Yu and Jiang Yanrong glanced at each other, and had to get out of the way. Many of the same disciples and brothers gave up together, and the four demons fled.

"Zhao Qingrou, where do you say we are going next?" the young man smiled and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Where are you going?" she asked in a low voice, also confused.

The two of them asked each other, but they were both speechless. The light rain in the sky finally ended, which seemed to indicate that the drifting that had been falling for a long time would eventually stop.

Zhang Xu stopped moving forward and suddenly said, "If you don't dislike it, little brother, you might as well go with us." What's more, the two of them seem to be quite familiar with the immortal just now, so they should have a good fate when they walk together. ”

"Li Zhiyu, don't listen to him, isn't that Wen Zhiliang also full of such morality, but in the end? From this point of view, there are many people in the world who have evil intentions. How can there be so many immortals, bodhisattvas and gentlemen. The little girl opened her mouth angrily. probably saw that the people who were fighting just now were all bystanders, so they naturally thought that their kung fu was average. Since it is not out of the category of people, then I, Zhao Qingrou, dare to take care of it.

At the end of the night, the sky was bright. When the monks in the temple who got up early in the morning to chant the Buddha, they saw that there were no wise monks among the many monks who were a little puzzled, and without waiting to ask questions, a little monk with a red face and tears on his face quickly ran into the hall full of Buddha statues, and he shouted with a crying voice: "The wise abbot is dead"

The word "dead" lingered in the Buddha hall for a long time.