Cold wind and waning moon, clouds coiling, no stars. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The waves broke the rock, and a teenager sat on the rock.

The boy in black.

Like Dai eyebrows, sharp edges and corners, skin like white jade, full of gloomy, he is looking at the moon.

Hook the moon.

The lonely shadow seeped into the sea, lonely, and was stretched as long as eternity.

In his right hand, he holds a mottled iron chain.

The other end of the chain pierced into the icy waves, locking a man, an old man with a white beard.

The old man was immersed in the seawater, only one head was exposed, and his ruined face was purple and blue, and his white beard was messy, floating in front of him.

The cold wind hits, and the chains sound.

The old man raised his eyebrows and sighed, "I've heard of you." ”

The clouds are entangled, tearing only a wisp of the waning moon that was already like a hook.

The boy was silent.

The waves danced wildly, like a snowstorm crashing, and the face of the old man who was beating was painful.

The sea water was salty, and after the old man spit out the residual water in his mouth, he asked the young man: "When should I understand the matter between you and me?"

The last ray of moonlight dissipated, and the young man finally spoke, his voice colder than the sea: "When I look at the moon, I don't talk about anything. ”

The old man shuddered: "This is familiar. ”

The thin lips opened lightly, and the young man's eyes were slight, revealing a cold light: "Does he think that when he embarks on the path of cultivation, he will be clear?"

His heart was angry, and his fist was clenched, as white as paper.

The chains rattled, crushing the waves and howling, almost piercing the sky.

Suddenly tightened, the old man worked hard, suddenly shortness of breath, coughed a few times, and sighed bitterly: "I have been hiding from the world for many years, but I am afraid that I will have a little relationship with that lonely crutch, but I didn't expect to be affected by him today." ”

Sneered, no words.

The old man hung his head, and his spirit was completely gone: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, you should find that lonely crutch to relieve your hatred, even if you toss me apart today, what good will it do to you?"

Standing up slowly, the young man bowed his head and looked at each other: "If the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be wrong." You gave him the ability, but you didn't teach him the principles of being a human being, do you want to get rid of the involvement?"

"To be a man?" the old man smiled bitterly: "He was born and raised, and he was not a human being." ”

With murderous intent in his eyes, the young man stopped talking to the old man and tightened the chains.

The murderous aura hit the sea, almost turning into ice.

The old man's chest was instantly tight, afraid that the time limit had come, so he fought for a short breath, and begged the young man for mercy urgently: "He is not a person, I am not a person, you are not a person, everyone is an immortal, so let's give some face." ”

After a short breath, the young man disdained: "Death is imminent, it is unbearable to worry about life, and there is still leisure to take care of face? ”

The other hand was finally chained and pulled tightly.

The rusty iron chains glow green, adding a ghostly fire to the dark sea.

The ghost fire spread, burning towards the old man, like a poisonous snake urging death, baring its fangs.

Cold sweat was soaked in an instant, and the old man spoke like a bean, and argued strongly: "Back then, the lonely crutch beat the Senluo Palace, wrote off the book of life and death, and made your Fengdu City a laughing stock. ”

"Beat Senluo with a stick, write off life and death?" The young man was poked in the sore spot and sneered: "If you don't mention it, I'll forget about it." ”

The ghost fire climbed up the old man's beard and slowly devoured it, not in a hurry.

Death is imminent, who is not anxious?

In order to avoid this catastrophe, the old man once again persuaded him: "You can't go up to Lingxiao, you can't go to Bliss, you can only shuttle between the yin and yang worlds, it's better to keep me to kill me, so that I can make a record and use it as a hostage." Maybe the lonely crutch knows that I have fallen, thinks of the old past, and comes back to the yang to rescue, at that time is your chance to take revenge, whether you can earn back face for Fengdu City, it all depends on your ability. ”

There was nothing to reply to him, only urging the ghost fire to torture, the old man couldn't bear it, and then softened his tone: "I see that you are a young hero, with peculiar bones, handsome and heroic, elegant and free, and you will definitely be able to give that lonely crutch a good fight.

"Feed you, spend food. ”

"No fee, no fee, vegetarian, very money-saving. ”

The ghost fire burned the old man's hair and crawled towards his beard. The young man asked again in a cold voice, "What else do you have to say?"

Knowing that the young man's killing intent had been decided, the old man sighed: "There is one last sentence." ”

"Speak!"

Reluctantly turning his head to the shore, the old man shouted: "I will rape you as a thief, and if you don't rescue you, I will scold your ancestors!"

As soon as the cry fell, there was a burst of laughter on the shore.

Although the wind and waves were strong, the laughter broke through the wind and floated in the air.

The young man's mind moved: Could it be him?

The laughter continued, and the warm wind rose again, surging like a heat wave, rolling towards the iron chain and extinguishing the ghost fire.

The green light is gone, and the chains are mottled again.

The chain in his hand suddenly became slippery, and the boy couldn't hold it, allowing it to slide down his fingers.

As soon as the chain was loosened, the old man's chest was instantly free, and he suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of turbid air, and hurriedly sank his body and hid in the sea.

Looking down, I saw the sea surging, but the old man was gone.

The iron chain is like a soft snake, and it is set on the craggy place of the black rock.

The boy picked up the chain again, flicked his wrist, and wrapped the chain around his forearm.

Stepping down, leaping out of thin air to the shore, looking for the direction of the laughter, stepping away from the wind.

On the coast, there is sand and gravel everywhere.

There was a man who was drinking and shaking a fan.

This man was dressed in white, with white boots, a white scarf on his head, a thin face, a slight beard on his lips, and he was nearly middle-aged.

Holding a white feather fan in his left hand and a wine gourd in his right hand, his eyebrows are drunk, but he is still pouring the wine syrup into his mouth.

Seeing the young man in black coming in the air, the man in white handed the wine gourd to him and asked with a smile, "Take two sips?"

Squinting and staring coldly, the young man glared at the man in white, and said in a dark voice: "You do yours, I do mine, and the two don't offend each other." If you hurt my business again, don't blame me for turning my face!"

Gently shaking the fan, the man in white took a step closer to the gourd in his hand, and persuaded with a smile: "You are thinly dressed, it is windy at night, and you can warm up your body by drinking two sips." ”

He was not dissuaded, he was still drunk, and the young man was angry.

Raised his arm and threw out the iron chain in his hand, shaking like a whip, cutting a big hole between the two.

Countless sand and gravels were lifted, and a few bits of black mud splashed the white robe, but the man in white didn't care, and took another sip of wine.

"In the future, there is a boundary between you and me, and if you commit it again, the end will be like this. ”

Looking at this deep pit, it looks like a wound on the beach that will not heal.

The man in white patted his head with a fan, so he looked frightened, and sighed: "If this chain hits his head, then he will have it?"

There was no trace of fear on his drunken face, he was deliberately making a gesture.

A stream of resentment was not vented, and then the iron chain was shaken straight, like a steel spear, piercing the wine gourd in the hand of the man in white.

The wind sounds, the gun arrives.

Hurriedly dodged sideways through the iron chain, and used a feather fan to protect the wine gourd.

The gourd was saved, but the white-clothed man's face was swept by the strong wind carried by the iron chain, and a bloody wound was cut.

Seeing that the young man was really angry, the man in white jumped back and begged for mercy: "Don't fight, don't fight, it's a trivial matter to hurt your face, how can you get it if you knock over the wine?"

Do you dare to make trouble with drunken words?

The young man's eyes were as cold as a torch, and he was about to attack again, but the man in white shook the feather fan violently at the sky.

A few gusts of evil wind blew, sweeping away the dark clouds, revealing a crescent moon and a sky full of stars.

Pointing to the sky and the moon, the man in white smiled drunkenly, and coaxed the young man softly: "Let go of a miscellaneous hair, give you a piece of stars and moon, and spare me, okay?"

Looking up at the starry sky, he looked at the man in white with cold eyes, the young man raised his arms and waved, and the iron chain swirled towards the sky.

A few bursts of black wind rolled out, like smoke and fog, covering the sky and the moon again. said coldly to the man in white: "Carving insect tricks, dare to show off?"

Smile and bow your head, and then drink the residual wine.

Seeing that he was no longer speech, the young man lost a little anger.

Glaring at him again, he wrapped the chain back around his arm, and stepped into his feet, heading for the dense forest deep in the gravel.

Seeing the young man's back disappear into the dense forest, the man in white let out a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Ignoring the dampness and coldness of the beach, he slowly bowed down and drank heavily.

The waves roared, like the roar of a beast, and I thought it was the tide rising again.

A bald head poked its head out of the rolling waves, crawled to the shore weakly, and sat side by side with the man in white.

He took the wine gourd in his hand, poured himself a few sips of wine with his bald head, and stroked the seawater on his beard, then sighed bitterly and relieved himself.

Looking at his appearance sideways, he was originally an old man with a fairy wind, but at this time, he was unrecognizable and embarrassed.

The man in white secretly smiled, shook the feather fan, and made a few warm winds to ward off the cold for him.

After sighing bitterly, the bald head smacked his lips and sighed: "My tens of thousands of years of cultivation have been in vain, and I am almost ruined, and I am ashamed, and I am ashamed." ”

Accompanied him to sigh: "I told you a long time ago, this young master can't be provoked, you don't believe in evil, I think you can talk about the grievances in his heart with a few words from you, and even I have to shed some blood with you." Thinking back to the previous danger, the man in white stroked the wound on the left side of his face with a feather fan.

Closed his eyes and shook his head, bald his head and sighed: "Who would have thought that this generation of black impermanence would be so ruthless, after mixing for a long time, and then get some Neidan Immortal Grass, who in the Three Realms can still control your little master?"

Looking at the black mist that was still coiling in the sky, the man in white pursed his lips: "Our young master has no opponent since he was born, and even the king of Yama has to act according to his face. Fortunately, he only cares about clearing up the injustice in the world, and has no disagreement with Fengdu City, otherwise this Senluo Ten Halls will not be his sooner or later?"

"Alas, the world is hot and cold, the fairy world is not easy to mix, and now it is useless to walk the Three Realms by seniority, who cares about righteousness? Who would have thought that a little ghost envoy could practice the ability to destroy the heavens and the earth?"

The man in white shook his fan and laughed: "Horses in the sky can jump up and down, why can't the ghost envoy?"

slapped his head, his bald head was sudden, he knew that he had lost his words, and hurriedly apologized to the man in white: "Offended, offended, I actually underestimated the position of the ghost envoy in front of Bai Wuchangjun, I am really old and confused." ”

Heaven and earth are divided into three realms, and the ghost realm occupies one place.

The two black and white gentlemen work in the ghost world, cut off people's longevity, and attract souls.

It's usually not a good thing to meet them.

Tonight, I was met by this old man.

Looking sideways at the bald head, Bai Wuchang took another sip of wine, puzzled: "I said, how can the young master who can't be provoked in heaven and earth be met by you? Where is the secret? Can you tell and tell me, Bodhi Ancestor?"

Bodhi touched the bald head that had just been swallowed by the ghost fire, and sighed and laughed at himself: "Ancestor, I almost became an old ghost." The word ancestor should not be mentioned again in the future. ”

Concentrate:

Solitary crutch: refers to the protrusion next to the ankle, the ankle bone. In "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong was described as ugly and had a lonely face, so the lonely crutch can also refer to Sun Yukong's alias.

When I look at the moon, I don't talk about anything: this sentence is a tribute to "The Legend of Wukong", borrowing from the line in it: "I don't do anything when I watch the sunset." It's Sun Wukong's line. "The Legend of Wukong" is a novel that is detached from the original work of "Journey to the West" and imagined by itself, written by "Where is it now". Although it deviates from the original work, it does not prevent it from being a good work. Some of the words and phrases in it are classics and worth reading.

Black and white impermanence: Folk usually believe that the real names of black and white impermanence are Xie Bi'an (white impermanence) and Fan Wusu (black impermanence). Because Xie Bi'an hanged himself from the bridge, the image of Bai Wuchang usually has a long red tongue.

Both of them wore hats, and the black impermanence hat read: The world is peaceful. The white impermanence hat reads: Fortune at first sight. There is also a saying that the black impermanence hat reads: I am about to arrest you. The white impermanence hat reads: You are here too.

No matter which way you say it, there are its own legends and stories behind it, which can be found everywhere on the Internet, so I won't repeat it.

The black and white jun written in this article has nothing to do with Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu, and is the ghost envoy who took over later.