On that day, Zhao Zheng was banished to the sky by Mo Daoist kite-like, his chest was short of breath, and he didn't know how many distances he had traveled, fluttering and swaying endlessly, the voices of the senior brothers behind him became thinner and thinner, Zhao Zheng flew higher and higher, and his pride was gradually replaced by fear, he knew that the three brothers must have been thrown away by this person, although the third senior brother was a little hateful as an ordinary person, but thinking that his current life was held by a person who he didn't know, life and death were unpredictable, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but hope that the senior brothers could catch up with the Taoist at this moment and save themselves。

He wanted to turn his neck to see if there was a shadow of his senior brother behind him, but the sound of the wind made it difficult for him to move.

Mo Daoist cheered, shouting for fun and fun, sometimes looking up at the kite, sometimes fiddling with the string with his hands, very interested.

He didn't know where Mo Wandao was going, and he didn't know what he wanted to do, but his fate was unknowably tied to a rope, some were ridiculous, and some were sad, he moved the corners of his mouth slightly, wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, so he had to sigh in his heart unpleasantly, just let it be fate!

Seeing the road of Pingchuan approaching, there are gradually many mountains, rocks, grass and trees on the road, and there is a towering mountain in front of the vision, the cliffs are craggy, towering into the sky, Zhao Zhengzhi is a Taoist must be going up the mountain.

The mountains are black and steep, even if they hit a small rock, they may be turned into a kite with a broken line, Zhao Zheng was scared in his heart, cold sweat was gurgling down, and he couldn't move, so he had to be slaughtered by others, swaying with the gestures of Mo Daoren.

Seeing that Mo Yudao walked smoothly, his body was like an ape shuttling through the rugged place, as if walking on the ground, Zhao Zheng's body was also swaying in mid-air, as if he was not falling, and he was forced to look at the black mountains and trees in front of him, Zhao Zheng's heart mentioned his throat, his arms were open, he didn't dare to move, he couldn't move, the forests, mountains and rocks in front of him passed by, it seemed that he would hit it in a flash, and his body would be shattered.

His heart was pounding, cold sweat was leaking from his forehead, scattered in the air with the wind, his lips trembled from being frightened, and finally. When a mountain rock came towards him, the great fear made Zhao Zheng unable to bear it anymore, he closed his eyes vigorously, and screamed miserably.

I only heard a sound in my ears, it was the wind of the mountains and rocks, Zhao Zheng didn't feel any discomfort, he opened his eyes tremblingly, and found that he was unscathed, and the front of him was wide and unimpeded.

He swallowed hard, relieved for the rest of his life.

But I could hear the voice of Mo Yu Daoist shouting under him: "Little rabbit cub, what is the ghost called, it scared Dao Ye a lot." ”

He raised his head, put his hand on the lotus canopy, and looked at the kite in the sky, but saw that the kite was pale and looked weak and frightened.

Mo Daoist frowned, and suddenly had a playful heart, he laughed twice, and threw the string in his hand at will, Zhao Zheng at the other end of the rope turned twice with the direction he threw at will, Mo Daoist's eyes glared, and said slowly: "Little rabbit, how can you do it with such a small guts, let Dao Ye exercise your courage, hehe." ”

Although Zhao Zheng was in the air, he could also hear Mo Daoren's voice clearly, he didn't know what he meant, but he vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, I only heard the whistle of the Mo Taoist man, spread his legs and ran wildly,

The mountain road fades into obscurity.

Something is hidden in the black, and the darkness is full of inexplicability and unknown.

Zhao Zheng was in mid-air, and his unpredictable fate was at his mercy.

Mo Daoist rushed under his feet, the grass, trees and stones on the side of the road flickered, and in the shadows, his figure gradually merged with the grass, trees and stones on the ground, and only a trace of string still maintained Zhao Zheng in mid-air.

Zhao Zheng is like a boat in the waves, sometimes the waves are stormy, and the boat is about to overturn, and sometimes the wind and waves are calm, but the rainstorm is coming.

Zhao Zhenghe had experienced such a formation, and after a few back and forth, he couldn't stand the bump, screamed, his eyes turned to the sky, and he fainted.

In the midst of the madness of the Mo Taoist man, he suddenly felt that the sound of snoring above his head seemed to have stopped, and he looked up, and sure enough, the head of the kite had hung down heavily, as if he had died.

Mo Wandao shook his head involuntarily, and felt that it was really boring, and the kite was so godless and frustrating.

Suddenly he lost all his mind, and he wanted to cut the string and release the kite for a while, but it was not very interesting to think about it, and he wanted to make another trick for a while, but the death of the kite was also very boring to think about.

He wanted to go all the way, and his playfulness was like being blown away by a strong wind, and it was clean, and there was nothing left, and he didn't feel that his steps were gradually slowing down.

At this time, Mo was lazy, the strength on his arms was loosened, and there was no way to make the wind, and Zhao Zheng was fluttering in the air, flying lower and lower.

Fortunately, he is swollen like a ball at the moment, and his body is wide and fat, otherwise he will fly without wind, and he will fall into the cliff and lose his life in the valley.

At this time, the mountain breeze was light, blowing like an orchid, and the faint mountain breeze was blowing on the body, which made people feel refreshed, and Zhao Zheng gradually woke up.

Looking up to the west, the sky is already dark, the sunset is slanting, the sun is remnant in the west, and the blood is more black here.

The mountain road twists and turns, gradually moving away, Zhao Zheng looked down, the black is not very clear, as far as the eye can see, there is only black mist.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one body left, and I don't feel all kinds of tastes come to my heart at the same time, fear, sorrow, and sorrow, all of which are turned into unnamed things, and they pass by one by one in front of my eyes.

I suddenly recalled that when I was young, I went to the back mountain with my brothers to pick peaches, and I was too young to climb a tree, so I only picked up the peaches thrown down by my brother under the tree. The senior brothers first feasted on the tree, and then threw the remnant peach to the self who had been coveting it for a long time under the tree. At this moment, a peach fell on his head, and the peach was so large that it smashed out his tears at once, and he cried under the tree, and his head was immediately red and swollen.

Seeing this scene, all the senior brothers were even more amused, and they all hugged the tree and laughed, and the third senior brother almost fell from the tree laughing. He kept his eyes on the tree, knowing that it was the peach that fell on its own, not that the brothers had deliberately smashed it, and he cried even more when he saw these scenes. Since then, a question from his childhood has been deeply seared in his heart: Why did even Peaches bully him? Since then, as an adult, this childhood dream has been haunting his heart, so that he can not let go of it after all.

Today, this scene is so clearly displayed in front of his eyes, in the electric light, coupled with his various life experiences since then, he suddenly felt like an electric shock, his mind lit up, these past events are mixed in his heart, like waves, turbulent Pengpai, hitting his heart, his mind is dizzy, almost fainting again, suddenly found a clue in his heart, like peeling a cocoon, a trace, as if something is about to be revealed.

In an instant, he was drenched in cold sweat all over his body, and the surging tide in his heart gradually stopped, like an ancient well, the waves were calm, and a glimmer of light appeared in his heart.

I could only hear him muttering, "I understand, I understand." ”

In the midst of this dark sky, his body was like a strange thing, floating silently in the universe.