The night was silent, there was no wind, no stars, no moon, and even the chirping of insects on weekdays had stopped. Looking up, there is only darkness in front of him, there is no blue sky, and when he looks down, he can see that the misty eyes are clear and clear, and Li Qingtian's eyes are black and pressed handwriting.

The black hole in the Scripture Pavilion was dark and gray, and I didn't expect Li Qingtian to dare not light the lamp at night, and wave his pen on the book to his heart's content. After the bell rang three times, a voice came and said: "Li Qingtian, I am behind you, you are a cow A has been born in the year, just because you have all the five elements, just in line with my Buddha's golden body, so I found you from the people of the world, come to my Buddha's place, good, good." ”

"How do you know that I am so much, what nonsense, where is there a golden body, where is there a complete five elements, ghost monk, you are too gossipy. Li Qingtian said fluently.

"Hey, you're so bold, you dare to talk to me like that, why don't you light the lamp. You're not afraid of me, I'm a ghost who can kill you with a wave. Hehehe. A shadow appeared, and a candle lit with his appearance.

Li Qingtian looked at the light, he was very frightened in his heart, and said very calmly on the outside: "People are afraid of ghosts for three points, ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, I am a seven-foot man who stands up to the sky, that is, when I enter the Buddha's door, I should be the guardian of the demon." ”

"Hahaha, the children can be taught, and you are also strange that you copy the scriptures without lighting the lamp. The ghost monk appeared in front of his face and said.

"As the saying goes, it's not strange to see it, who said that I can't see, but my heart is bright when I don't know it, and there are words in my eyes, and there are books in my heart. Li Qingtian closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at the ghost monk in the light and shadow.

"Sure enough, it's a cream boy with a lot of bookish spirit. The ghost monk praised.

Li Qingtian heard his voice coming from his side, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the ghost monk Chan sitting in front of him. The frightened Li Qingtian threw away the pen in his hand and went into a corner.

"Why, why are I scared now, I'm human. The ghost monk looked at him funny.

Li Qingtian then gained the courage to approach him step by step, and found that he did not mean to hurt himself, and said to himself: "Ghost ...... Ghost...... Ghosts, ghosts are illusory people, and people are real. Hallucinations, hallucinations. ”

Unexpectedly, Li Qingtian still took the pen to copy the scriptures, and the ghost monk saw that he actually ignored him, held his hand and said: "Li Qingtian, I am a human being, not a ghost." ”

"You-what do you want to do, I-I have no money, my family is poor, I have no strong body, and I don't have good looks. He looked up slowly.

"Come, look at me. For some reason, it was as if he had a gravitational pull that attracted Li Qingtian to him.

Li Qingtian wanted to turn his head and not see him, he was afraid that the sores and blood blisters would frighten him, and he was even more afraid that his fangs and teeth would gnaw him to death. The more he feared, the more he didn't want to see all this. But he couldn't dodge, because a cold hand pressed his head, and he couldn't twist it, not to mention that his hands were as cold as ice cubes.

He said to Li Qingtian: "Look at me with your eyes, look at me." ”

Li Sheng thought to himself that his cold hands, without a little residual warmth, were afraid that he would have been dead for more than a thousand years. He didn't have the courage to look at the person in front of him, and the ghost monk on the opposite side said unrelentingly: "Look at me, look at me bravely." ”

Li Qingtian opened one eye, frightened and hysterical. He didn't know if this man was a thousand-year-old demon or an extraordinary zombie. I believed that this ghost was here to harm him, but Li Qingtian was frightened and felt that he had fallen into the ice hole, so he could only turn his head. Discovering the ghost monk is not as scary as imagined.

The ghost monk had a somewhat kind expression on his face, and Li Qingtian looked at him a few times before the ghost monk let go of his hands with confidence. At this time, his face was only a little stretched, and he still stammered a little: "You, you, you, I seem to have seen it somewhere." ”

"I've seen it, and I'm familiar with it. Did I help you? Think about it. The ghost monk began to talk to him.

Li Qingtian's head was stupid in the past few days, and he scratched it and said, "I can't remember." ”

"Wow, you're a fairy monk. Li Qingtian said happily with a flash of inspiration.

Li Qingtian asked: "You guided me to the Shaolin Temple, why is this, now you come to scare me every day, and I was almost scared to death by you." ”

"Hehe, are you still scared now?" said the ghost monk jokingly.

"Of course, I was afraid that you were a ghost, but now that I am a god, I am indeed even more afraid. Li Qingtian joked. His joke made the ghost monk happy, so the two became acquainted.

"Hahaha. Master Yang, you can't run, let you run, I won't have a chance. "The fire monster came after Yang Minghao.

Yang Minghao cautiously ran and looked around, he was not lightly injured by the fire palm divine skill. Head Yang rushed down to the corner of the mountain like a wolf, and the old monster of the fire rock killed the disciples of Wudang Mountain who hindered his escape, and followed, blocking his way.

The old monster of Huoyan said: "Do you want to go up to Kunlun Mountain, please ask Yuxu Zhenren to help? There is no chance, I will let you die at the foot of this Kunlun Mountain today." ”

As soon as he made a move, the fire palms attacked Yang Minghao in rows. He had to gather his strength for the last time. The sword light pierced the fire palm and shot into the palm of the fire rock monster. And through the back with the palm of his hand, Yang Minghao was powerless, kneeling with his hand on the ground, coughing and wheezing. The right hand of the old monster of the fire rock was injured by his sword skills, and his vitality was also greatly damaged.

He saw that Yang Minghao had no power to fight back, and said with a smile: "As I expected, you are dead today, go and die." ”

He gathered his strength and swung away, at that time, another powerful sword move collided with his skill halfway, and this person fell down and said, "What a fire monster, you dare to harm my junior brother under the corner of my Kunlun Mountain." ”

The old monster of Huoyan sank his face and said: "So you are Zhang Weirong, it seems that you haven't seen you for many years, you should be old and strong!"

"Yes, that's right. Zhang Weirong was dressed in a clear costume and said with the demeanor of a sword honor: "Who are you, report your name." ”

"If you want to know who I am, I'm afraid you have to ask me about the Flame Divine Skill in my hand. The old monster of the fire rock said with a grudge: "Okay, see that you are more and more energetic, and you are not the same as before, today I will send your brothers and sisters back to the west together." ”

He immediately clenched his fists with both hands, and with one blow, more than a dozen ghost fires entangled Zhang Weirong, as if this ghost fire was controlled by the old monster of the fire rock. Zhang Weirong tried to break through several times, but was blocked by the oncoming ghost fire, and he brandished his sword, which hit the ghost fire as if it left a trace of fire in the air.

But after a while, Zhang Weirong found a flaw and broke through the ghost fire monster circle. His swordsmanship was also like a ghost, swinging next to the old monster of the fire rock. The old monster of the fire rock couldn't catch his star shadow, and Zhang Weirong used the "Seven Star Shadow Sudden Sword Technique". He shuttled back and forth between the old monster of the fire rock, which caught the old monster of fire rock off guard, and he was cut in the chest by a sword, and he screamed in pain and fled.

Zhang Weirong walked to Yang Minghao's side and said, "Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Yang." ”

Yang Minghao slowly raised his head and said, "Senior brother in charge." He lay down.

It turned out that some disciples escaped to report to Zhang Weirong first, so he was able to rush to rescue Yang Minghao in time, and the Kunlun disciples supported Yang Minghao to go up the mountain to recuperate.

The lantern is at midnight, and the sword walks the end of the world, and where is my home at the end of the world. Lonely and nameless, no one knows him now, and no one pays attention to him.

He is like a small grass, stubborn life and indomitable spirit. Although there is wind, rain, fog, frost and snow, it is impossible to avoid the change of seasons, or rebirth, or withering. However, the ordinary grass, non-condensation is the strongest kind of life in nature.

Grass. Icy and frozen. Break the stone and go out of the mountain. The rivers are gradually rising and overflowing, lazy and lazy, artemisia extracting the shade stems of the twilight, and the tears are swamping and clearing. The grass is thick, the rain is falling, and the air is thick. Reckless and reckless. Lingering and delicate, depressed. Sprouts sprout and tiller, and the moraine is gravel. Yu Ming is warm in spring, verdant, and his feet are jumping and staggering.

The wind of the grass meridian howled, and the sea roared and wheezing. Grass, the essence of the harvest, the wind fluttering. The night whimpered and moaned, the tide was turbulent, and there was zero thunder and rain. Cold and desolate, foggy, frosty, snowy. Bitter grass, withered, fragrant.