Who in the world can not die?

Let you be peerless, the world is gorgeous, in the end it is also a pink skeleton, let your generation of Tianjiao sit on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and in the end it will eventually turn into a handful of loess.

On Kunlun Mountain, the crowd is crowded at this moment, and at a glance, from the peddlers and pawns, to the princes and nobles, there are all kinds of three religions and nine streams, and the excitement and honor in their eyes are as blazing as fire.

And their eyes were all fixed on the beautiful woman standing on the top of the Red Dust Peak, dressed in white and swaying in the snow, and her white dress swayed in the wind, as if she was in the mortal dust.

What is the reason? None of them just want to see and witness the myth of the Celestial Goddess Lan Nuowu shattering the void.

In the crowd, an old man with a pale face watched quietly, and a fat little thing squatted on his shoulder, and his fur was so dirty that he couldn't tell whether it was black or white.

The old man's hair seemed to follow his countenance, gray and white, not long, but only shoulder-to-shoulder.

In his hand, he held a string of brass bells, which sounded from time to time with the slight movement, but it was muffled by the noise soon after it was dispersed.

And the little thing was holding a Xun in his arms.

The old man was very old, his clothes were as patched and torn as if they had been spliced together from house to house, and his hair was disheveled and unkempt, and even his eyes were cloudy.

"Xiaohua, are you hungry again?"

The old man looked at the beautiful figure and said to himself.

"Hum ......"

The answer was the little thing on his shoulder, and without saying a word, he skillfully rolled into the old man's arms.

The old man shook his head and smiled when he saw it, but the look in his eyes was very vicissitudes and inexplicable.

Through the moonlight, the old man looked at the woman with ice muscles and jade bones, as if she would fly away like an immortal at any time.

"A generation of Tianjiao...... A generation of Tianjiao ......"

The old man's eyes were fascinated for a long time, and then he slowly turned around, walking through the crowd with loneliness, his steps were very slow and slow.

"Alas...... Long...... Sad, sad...... When will heaven and earth be allowed to roam ......"

The old man's words, accompanied by the shaking sound of the brass bell in his hand, walked and read at the same time, and under the strange rhythm, it was like a ballad.

The strange old man, the strange voice, it's just that, at this moment, no one noticed, or they were all attracted by Lanno's peerless graceful figure and didn't notice it.

As the old man walked, even if a brilliant divine light erupted from the top of the peak behind him, even if he heard the shouts of countless people like a tide, he didn't look back, and he didn't even pause.

He is very ordinary, because over the years, he has traveled to many places in the human world with his old body, and what he eats is what others give alms, or what he gets in exchange for telling books.

"Immortality...... Hehe, at ease?"

The old man smiled, but he didn't know if he was laughing at himself or others, or whether he was laughing at himself or laughing at himself.

The brass bell is gone, and the back is gradually gone.

......

On the street, laughter, scolding, and shouting are mixed together, forming a picture of life.

Now, even though Lan Nuo has been shattered for more than a month, her matter is still a topic of conversation after dinner, and people praise that Zhao Lin'er is lucky to be married, but they ignore the other person.

The streets were long, turning from bustling to quiet, and at the end of the silence was a large locust tree, with a dense canopy covering the hot sun.

And under the canopy, the old man from before was sitting.

He was holding strings of sugar gourds in his hands, and around him were many children, some barefoot, some bare-chested, and some still snorting.

"Don't worry, it's all there, it's all there. ”

The old man smiled and sent them down one by one, and the woman who was washing clothes by the river in the distance laughed when she saw this scene.

"Old man Twilight, what story are you going to tell today?"

The man who had a cool crop wiped the sweat on his face and greeted him familiarly.

"Well, today, let me think about it. ”

The old man's cloudy eyes showed a little thought, and then he looked at the little flower that was gnawing on the sugar gourd on his shoulder, and took out the mottled mud from his arms and stuffed it into the arms of the little thing.

The little bulging little thing that was originally full of mouths suddenly looked unhappy, and then encouraged his cheeks to swallow it, hugging the Xun fiercely, and as soon as the little body inhaled, it instantly puffed up, and then blew the Xun.

Under the puzzlement of everyone, the sound of Xun slowly sounded, with a desolate charm.

"The broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth, the dry and hard yellow mud is the plasma of the earth, and the bones of the mountain are the sorrow of the ancestors......"

The old man chanted and sang along with the rhythm.

Everyone couldn't help but slowly put down their work and listened attentively, as if this ballad had a strange power that fell to the bottom of everyone's hearts.

In the crowd, there was a white and tender child with a different color in his eyes, he chewed the rock sugar gourd in his hand, and looked at the old man and the little thing that was blowing, but unfortunately, he didn't find any clues after looking at it for a long time.

And he listened to the content of the ballad, and his eyes gradually showed surprise and shock, until finally the sugar gourd in his hand forgot to eat it.

"What's the name of this ballad?"

It wasn't until the old man's voice gradually sank, and it wasn't until the sound of Xun stopped that the child spoke, and his tone was not like that of a child, there was a kind of condensation.

"Ancestral Ballads. ”

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at the child very plainly, and his tone was very gentle, and after speaking, he handed the last sugar gourd in his hand to the little flower lying on the ground.

The child, on the other hand, froze in place when he heard the words, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be still recalling the contents of the ballad.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The old man seemed to be noticing anything, shook the copper bell in his hand, looked at the group of children around him and smiled.

The village was peaceful and quiet, with a canopy of trees, and under the trees, an old man waved a brass bell in his hand, surrounded by a group of children, while the children who had been standing still before had disappeared for some time, and no one noticed them.

"Don't be in a hurry, the story I'm going to tell you today is called asking the Bodhisattva why he sat upside down, sighing that sentient beings would not turn back...... In other words, in the past, in a place called Huaguo Mountain, there was a monkey ......"

"Can a somersault really be 108,000 miles?"

A child asked with a snot full of anticipation.

"Yes. ”

The old man smiled.

"Is that golden hoop stick really 13,500 catties?"

Some children innocently asked.

"Yes. ”

The old man nodded.

The wind and sun are beautiful in the sky, and the sunset is like fire, reflecting on this village, like a painting.

Long.

Seeing that the children were astigmatized, the old man put the snoring thing on his leg into his arms, tied the copper bell to his wrist, and slowly disappeared on the flat road.