Open the door of the store, stand at the door, look at the empty basketball court, listen to the loud reprimand of the instructor under the basketball court, and then there is a uniform shout. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The young man is enthusiastic and full of vitality.

Gu Xinyan squinted his eyes, facing the east, looking at the rising sun.

He is only in his twenties, less than thirty, however, his mentality is no different from that of an old man, and the youthful years he has spent are like old dreams, and it is difficult to find them.

After that, it was business as usual.

The freshman students continue military training, and the sophomores and juniors go to class on time, and they keep pouring in from eight to half past eight o'clock to buy pens and notebooks.

After all, it's all small things worth less than ten dollars.

After half past eight, when the students are in class, the store is empty, and the door is full.

opened the laptop and clicked on the document, however, Gu Xinyan was not in the mood to code words. When he woke up in the morning, he was in a trance, and he always felt that he had forgotten something.

I can't think of it, there's no need to force it.

What good things will you encounter tonight?

This time the introducer is his acquaintance, often mixed in the antique street, knows Gu Xinyan's interest, before, he also got some Taoist cheats for him, all of them are genuine, as for Gu Xinyan's failure to cultivate a sense of qi, it is mostly his own reason, after all, this is the so-called era of the end of the law.

I hope to find a book of exercises that is suitable for the laws of the end of the era.

Somehow, Gu Xinyan believed that he would find it one day.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the last batch of students were sent away, Gu Xinyan got up and closed the door to get off work, and hung a yellow signboard on the glass door, the proprietor had something to do, and he was temporarily resting.

Then, he walked out of the school's shopping street, smiling and greeting nearby vendors along the way.

Gu Xinyan is a relatively dull person, he doesn't like to take the initiative to communicate with people, under normal circumstances, if someone takes the initiative to greet him, he will smile at it, if the other party does not take the initiative, he will turn a blind eye and walk over, and will not take the initiative to deal with the other party.

The afternoon sun shone down and dappled the boulevard.

Gu Xinyan went down the boulevard, passing the basketball court and football field, to the west gate of the school, and then two minutes south, where the bus station of Line 308 departed. 308 starts from the university town, passes through South China Avenue, Silk Street, Luohan Temple, and arrives at the terminal small commodity wholesale market after about two hours' drive.

At this time, a bus was parked next to the bus stop.

A few college girls dressed up in fancy clothes laughed and got on the bus, seeing that the bus was about to start, Gu Xinyan hurriedly trotted to follow.

Then, he stood in front of the open front door.

Suddenly, it was like a basin of ice water pouring down, Gu Xinyan's heart sank, and he couldn't help but shiver under the warm autumn sun.

Something floated through my mind.

It's like a cloud that you want to catch but can't.

What do you seem to have overlooked?

Raising his head, a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes came into view, this bearded and very tired guy was the driver of the bus.

At this moment, he was staring at Gu Xinyan, his eyes were straight ahead.

Most of the drivers of the No. 308 bus are not of good quality, not only like to drive fast, but also have many vices such as non-stop at the station or soliciting customers along the road. In this situation, most of the drivers will loudly scold Gu Xinyan and tell him to get in the car quickly and not delay.

However, this driver did not deliver the goods, he just stared at Gu Xinyan directly.

Gu Xinyan saw himself in the other party's pupils.

It was a strange self.

It was the appearance of a strange teenager, at this moment, he was smiling at himself in the driver's pupils, however, Gu Xinyan inexplicably knew that the young man was him, and he was the young man.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, it was like someone gave him a blow to his head with a sledgehammer, and Gu Xinyan couldn't help shaking his head in severe pain.

The pain came and went as fast as it came, and the next second it was gone, as if it had never existed.

The next moment, Gu Xinyan suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's wrong with this man?"

"Crazy?"

......

On the bus, the girls looked at Gu Xinyan under the bus and talked nonsense.

The driver still didn't speak, still staring directly at Gu Xinyan, and in the other party's eyes, Gu Xinyan found a trace of impatience and madness that could no longer be concealed.

The laughter stopped, and Gu Xinyan had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

His whole person has become different, as if he has changed a person, his face is still the same face, but his temperament is completely different, there is no longer anger, resentment, the whole person is full of dust, and there is no longer a red dust atmosphere. At that moment, the girls on the bus were stupid, and they all looked at him, their eyes full of obsession.

Gu Xinyan climbed the stairs and entered the bus.

The door closed silently behind him, and the driver turned around and started the car.

Gu Xinyan stepped forward and gently patted the driver's shoulder.

The middle-aged driver slowly turned his head, stared at Gu Xinyan directly, and said slowly.

"What's the matter?"

His voice was a little astringent, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time, as if he were a machine that was not only rusty but also problematic.

Gu Xinyan's gaze was a little pitying.

"Stop!"

Then he recited the trumpet.

"Buddha Amitayus...... Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore!"

The recitation is the Taoist number, but the latter sentence is a Buddhist language, so it is nondescript, like a charlatan who is not at home.

However, when this sentence came out of his mouth, there was no strangeness in the slightest.

"Hehehe......"

The middle-aged driver opened his mouth and laughed, but there was no smile on his face, the madness in his eyes became more and more, and the bloodshot at the corners of his eyes spread towards his pupils, like a pink eye patient.

"Die!"

"Die to me!"

"Life is just a nightmare, let me save you from the nightmare......"

The middle-aged driver roared frantically, and the next second, he inserted the key into the hole, stepped on the clutch, put it in gear, and was ready to ignite and start the bus.

"Buddha Amitayus!"

Gu Xinyan recited the Tao signal again.

This time, the sound was like a bell, and the thunder echoed in the air.

The world is very fragile and crumbling in the sound of this trumpet.

Then, Gu Xinyan took a step forward, gently waved his right palm and slashed down, and snorted lightly in his mouth.

"Extinguish!"

This palm fell, right on the back of the middle-aged driver's neck.

"Brush!"

Like an indestructible blade, the middle-aged driver's head fell like a watermelon leaving the rhizome, and blood spurted out of the neck cavity like a fountain.

"Ahh

On the bus, the girls lost their faces and exclaimed in unison.

Gu Xinyan looked back at them and smiled slightly.

"Broken!"

He snorted softly.

The world shattered like a mirror and disappeared without a sound.

In front of you, the stars are infinite.

In the starlight, Gu Daoren stood with his back to him, his shoulders slightly hunched, but he was tall.