At this time, his heart flashed, and he thought that since he was a human being, he had lived under people everywhere, and he had suffered all the humiliation of human beings, and even two peaches would lose no time in smashing him. The reason for this is that he is still an unripe peach, and his fate can only be picked by others, and only the ripe peach can control his own destiny, get rid of the aggression of human beings, and fall freely on the earth.

This is an extremely simple truth, but Zhao Zheng doesn't know anything, he doesn't know how to do it, for this problem has been in the belly for decades, and today in this situation to figure out this section, it is like a wish, and his heart is really the supreme joy, completely forgetting that he is making a floating kite at this moment, although he can't move his hands and feet at the moment, although his mind is still dizzy, he still tears his throat and shouts unwillingly:" I get it, I get it, just because I'm still an unripe peach, just because I'm still an unripe peach. ”

He exclaimed with joy, his voice trembling, but full of breath and sonorous deafening, like a thunderbolt in silence.

Mo Yu under him was walking slowly, and was frightened by his sudden shouting, and raised his head and scolded: "What is the name of the monkey ghost, it scares the Dao Master." After finishing speaking, he suddenly realized, "Didn't the monkey faint from fright just now, and when he woke up and shouted, he must have been frightened crazy."

Shake the thin rope in his palm a few times, Zhao Zhengzheng opened his mouth and shouted, under the shaking, the wind poured into his throat, and his chest immediately turned over the river and the sea, and suddenly his eyes were dazzled and his ears were ringing, and he couldn't distinguish things, and he planted a few heels in mid-air, and for a while, it seemed that all his internal organs were going to be vomited out, and he had no choice but to sigh in his throat. There was no breath, and the qi penetrated through the chest and abdomen, but I felt that my body was even more swollen, and my body was much lighter, and it rose more than a zhang high when it moved.

At this time, the sunset is gone, covering the last afterglow, the night is shrouded, the moon is not a little bright, I don't know where to hide, Mo Play seems to have night energy, in the fingers of the indisputable black still take the light car familiar path.

Zhao Zheng was already fascinated by the night, sometimes opening his eyes and staring at black, sometimes closing his eyes only black, his body was like a lonely boat in the black stream, he didn't know where he was going, but he followed the intention of the stream.

After a long time, the silence between heaven and earth has returned, only the sound of heaven, the sound of nature, the small smell, I don't know where it started, and I don't know where it passed, and so on and so on.

Mo Daoist is fluttering with a kite Zhao Zhengxing, and I don't know how much time has passed, but the dark sky is getting heavier and heavier, it seems that this long time of running is weak, and the speed of Mo Daoist has slowed down a lot.

Zhao Zheng opened his eyes in the sky, and it was all black, groggy black, without even a trace of haze, where did the moon go? Is she also dead? There is only the sound of the wind in her ears, like complaining and complaining, talking about the eternal sorrow.

Zhao Zheng has realized the problems of the past few years, his heart is not calm, and his mind is also more than the previous gain I don't know how many times, at this time the heart is empty, and then I don't think where I am going, and what will happen, at this moment I am soaring in the sky, but there is an awe-inspiring air from the inside, full of heart, vigorous and unstoppable, so that people are calm and relaxed, and regard things outside the body as nothing.

But this half-day torture invaded his body, so that he really couldn't let go of his body, and he had to continue to suffer from kites.

I don't know how many hours it was, Zhao Zheng suddenly felt that his body was vigorously pulled, and he suddenly fell.

Such as in the midst of electric flint.

Instantaneously, his breath soared, his throat rushed towards him, his breathing was blocked in an instant, Zhao Zheng was horrified in his heart, inhaled sideways, and his chest was a little better, but a heart in the cavity was already pounding, and in the blink of an eye, his body fell down two or three feet high, and the surroundings were dark,

I can't tell what happened to him, where he is, and I can't hear the slightest sound of Mo Play.

Although this came suddenly, he didn't know what the reason was, and he didn't know what he was doing under him, he didn't breathe on the side, the wind poured into his ears, and his ears were full of the sound of the wind, and then the wind was urgent, it was as piercing as a sharp needle, and the ear drums were like ten thousand arrows piercing, and the buzzing sound was painful.

Zhao Zheng's ear hurt into the cerebral marrow, he screamed, knowing that the fall was too rapid, he subconsciously turned his head, the strong wind wrapped around his nose again, and his breathing was deeply suppressed again, he turned his head sideways again, put his nose in another direction, and struggled to breathe in and out, but the great pain hit his ears again.

At this time, accompanied by pain and hatred, Zhao Zheng only felt that this kind of torture was really worse than death, his eyes skyrocketed, and his black eyes were holding back an inch from his sockets, and he couldn't wait to fall to the ground immediately, even if it was a split brain and died.

But the trend of the decline has not diminished at all, and it seems that there is no end.

Zhao Zheng endured great pain, such an exchange and breathing, and the suffering was indescribable.

Another moment, his body was lifted by the wind, under his head and feet, the fall was even more rapid, there was only darkness under his eyes, only the sound of the wind in his ears, he didn't know where his body was, only a body like a cut, the wind sealed his nose and throat, and his breath was wasted, at this moment, Zhao Zheng only felt that there would be another moment to die, life and death were only in the millimeter, he was afraid of coming from it, at this time it was really called the sky should not be called the earth, there was nothing to do, he tried his best to scream in the air, a little black gas surged up from his heart, and hit his brain, his eyes were black, and then he didn't know anything。

But when he walked to the top of the mountain, he looked around, and as far as the eye could see, his eyes were full of black colors, and he couldn't tell where the wood was and where the stone was and where the path was, where he was and where he would stop, there was only one color between heaven and earth, and there was nothing else in his vision. He had never seen such a dark night, not even the light of the sky, could it be? Could it be that what obscured the light of the sky? He raised his head to look at the upper realm, but he couldn't see anything, even the kite was already hidden in the black, he stood for a long time, frowned, looking at an indescribable black, he seemed to expect something, he raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief, and said to himself: "The demonic atmosphere is going to run rampant in the world again, it seems that I have returned to Dongmen Valley this time at the right time, and I can save some trouble, hehe." ”

I saw him take two steps back, his eyes turned to the ground, although it was in the dark, but his eyes were measuring his eyes, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

Five steps to the left, six steps to the right, looking at the sky, scratching his head for a while, and looking down on the ground for a while, spending a while, finally identifying a direction, without thinking, he jumped up with both feet, jumped over, what is unexpected is that the place he jumped was not real, he jumped down, the body was immediately swallowed by the void, Mo played without a trace of panic, as if he was expecting, he was in the void quickly, pulled Zhao Zheng's thin rope tightly, he seemed to be afraid of the thin rope to get rid of his hand, and wrapped the rope between his arms a few times, this is relieved。

In the black mist, Mo Play's body was wrapped in the night, and he couldn't tell the slightest clue, and he couldn't tell it anymore, as if he had suddenly disappeared from the void.

His body descended in the dark sky, but there was no urgency, peace and tranquility, light and fluttering like a bird flying on the ground, as if he also had a pair of wings on his back, although he could not see anything, but it was fanning all the time.

But this is the kite Zhao Zheng who is holding in his hand, how can Zhao Zheng withstand such an ordeal, fortunately, he made a quick decision and screamed to make himself faint, otherwise it would not last long and he would lose his life. The so-called drunken crash, although he does not die, is his god. Zhao Zheng screamed and fainted, making his death and life frightened in his heart, and it was also a way to save his life.

In this way, the void of the dark night is endless, and I don't know how long it has been, in the darkness I can gradually distinguish things dimly, as if it is the coming of the morning light, and then for a while, I can already see the countryside on the ground in the distance, the grass and boulders, look at the coming field, don't play with your feet, fall to the ground, take a breath fiercely, and say: "I haven't come for a long time, here is still this smell of grass, it hasn't changed at all." ”