On the Tao and on the sword, there is a big difference. One is void, that is, the Tao, and the other is real, that is, the sword. There are countless possibilities. And in reality, you can see and touch. Just like the cold fairy and Ning Tingxue in the dream of the light wind and night, no matter how amazing the fairy is, after all, it is ethereal, how can Ning Tingxue smile and be vivid?

However, many people in the world like empty things, and in the midst of countless possibilities, they are driven back and never tired of it. Even if you have to come up with a certain reason, it is not your own that you are glad, but you worship more and more the vastness and depth of "virtuality", which is unpredictable, as if the truth is mysterious, and it is the wonderful use of "virtuality". Don't you know, because of this, you are drowning in the obstacle of Buddhism, and the real people are sinking and floating in the "void", which is sad.

Ning asks tears, smells people and gentlemen, and the night remnants all know that this "Tao" and "discussion" are incomprehensible, dull and tasteless. Most of them "say spittle, listen to the ears of boils", not as enjoyable as a pot of wine, a pillow of bright moon. Of course, for the Wuli Contemplator, it is even better to take a glance at the Mo female layman, and for the star master, it is even better to shout "robbing wealth and not robbing color". Coincidentally, the young man doesn't know what his "Tao" is, otherwise he will be indistinguishable from others.

Everyone has their own "way", and when it comes to it, the word "virtual" is the same.

From where you come from, where you go, independent of heaven and earth, harmonious within the world, this is also the way. It is the way of life.

The sky is slightly bright, the wind is light and the night is cold, and I would rather listen to the snow, and Mo will prepare for a tour of Yuntai Mountain. Mo Wenqing is reluctant to bring Qingfeng and Mingyue, although he will not have to wipe his nose for the two children, but with them, it is really troublesome. The partial wind and light night agreed yesterday, and Ning listened to the snow, the cold and the breeze, and the bright moon walked together, and they were about to call the two of them.

A person came in, like an iron tower, majestic and extraordinary, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and very thick lips.

Qingfeng, Mingyue and this person are behind each other, probing their brains. Seeing the wind and light night, they ran over, pulling the young man's shirt and pulling the sleeves of the snow. It seems that Mo Wenqing's intention to get rid of them could not be realized from the beginning.

When the man saw and heard the gentleman, he was angry and even more indignant, and exclaimed, "Master, is that bird protector who destroys evil?"

The blue nostrils of the flute snorted heavily, and asked, "You are the bird protector?!"

Xing Ye laughed angrily: "It's not because of the identity of this bird protector, with the first 'bird', grandpa has already unscrewed off your skull!"

The monks of the Wuli Sect, who have been inherited for tens of thousands of years, have finally gathered. Hearing the gentleman, eliminating evil and protecting the law, the breeze, the bright moon, and the thick-lipped Beiyuan Mountain, there are a total of five. The wind is light and the night is chattering: the night is full of stars, and the bright moon and breeze are far away. The syllables are stunted, too.

The way of a rough man is very different from that of a gentleman. If a gentleman is angry, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and when a rough man is angry, it will be a five-step trend of blood splashing.

Back then, Beiyuan Mountain, who had "begged for incense" outside the road, couldn't be compared with Qingfeng and Mingyue, the two little ghosts, like a bull, and the people who heard the contempt wanted to twist his skull, and the head hammer went straight to Xingye, panting, and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, you twist, you twist!

Ruo Ning asked the tears, and avoided this brute bull. Mo interceded, and screamed to avoid the brute bull.

Although last night there was a response to Ning Qian's words, "The moon spirit is overlooking the shadow of the mountain, and the soul of wine is strong", in his bones, he is more than a hundred or a thousand times rougher than a rough person. Don't go far away from the mountains and drive the clouds, "plop" and smash on the ground. This guy sat up, pointed at the Wuli Guan Evil Protector, laughed a few times, and shouted: "Bully me, ability? Who doesn't know now, Wu Li Guan Evil Protector was beaten by the Dharma Master of the Tianshu Temple to cry and cry for his mother! Haha, yes, you bully me, I let you bully." Come on, come on!"

The gentleman grabbed this guy's ears and dragged him out.

Don't go far away and still don't stop: "...... The reputation of Wuliguan has been lost by you!"

Xing Ye's face turned purple, and he said in a deep voice: "Wu Liguan has no reputation in the first place, can he lose it?" In his throat, there was a burst of hiss. The face changed from blue to white, from white to blue, several times, the one-eyed red seemed to be bleeding, and the snort was like thunder, and he wanted to have a view of Wuli.

Feng Qingye said gently: "Master Xing." ”

Xing Ye stopped, turned his back to everyone, hissing, intermittent or intermittent. No one dared to persuade him.

After a small meeting, the gentleman entered with two jars of wine, and said, "Kneel outside, but bring back the wine." Master Xing, let's dissipate the gas first. ”

The night remnant star dragged a jar of wine, did not open the mud seal, one hand of the altar, the other hand of the altar bottom, horizontally, a big mouth gnawed, creaked, bit through the belly of the altar, lifted and poured, the wine poured like a small waterfall, opened the mouth on the back, twenty breaths, swallowed a clean. His hands swept slightly, and he wanted to smash the wine altar, but he paused, panted, screamed more than a dozen times, and howled hoarsely:

Wine, wine,

Color, color

Wealth, wealth, wealth,

I'm mad at someone.

Although the wine, sex, wealth, and anger sung are sung, and the feelings of grief and indignation are as cold as the cicadas, they can't bear to hear it. Still unable to understand the hatred, holding the jar, eating one bite at a time, the mouth full of crisp cracking sound, chewing and swallowing.

Feng Qingye shouted: "Star Master-"

Night Remnant Star turned around and shouted: "Young master, that bald donkey said to stop, who is wrong this time?"

"Okay, don't hurt anyone, you go and vent. The boy said helplessly.

Xing Ye came out to watch, howling like an ape, and more than 100 breaths were scattered. After waiting for silence, Ning Wenlu said, "Admire." ”

This is also a bad star, and he is far away from the star, of course he admires it. Ning Wenlu noticed that everyone's eyes were strange, and explained: "I admire Master Xing. The wine jar was not smashed and came out again. ”

Don't ask for a smile.

"It is said that the star is angry, but the heart is rational. Ning Wenlu said: "Hehe, the Buddhist Gate of the Ogi Kingdom will make a fuss." ”

Feng Qingye and others pondered, and it was indeed so.

Out of the left and right green hills, the wind rises. Han'er led the breeze and the bright moon, all the way ahead, Ning Tingxue wanted to catch up, but he was reluctant to follow the wind and the light night, but he was sandwiched in the middle of the position. The sky is still early, the mountains are reflected in the clouds, scattered and elegant, and have another style, the clouds go to the jade reflecting the Ze, the clouds come to cover a little ice heart, as if the world of ice and snow has moved. The young man is still worried, and the matter of the night remnant star going to find the Dharma master is all because he wants to read a Buddhist scripture. Since then, the Dharma nature has come and gone, and today the star master will go and will return, and there is no Liguan silent here, from now on, I am afraid that there will be no peace.

When the young man raised his eyes, Ning Tingxue just looked back, full of water, and Linghu Qinghan galloped five or six miles with the breeze and the bright moon, and his voice was faint, the most bright and innocent.

The wind escape technique flashed, and in front of Ning Tingxue, he pulled her to chase after the carefree Han'er. This time, running again, step by step, the snow is splashed, and the sound quality is long and soft. For when the snow falls, it can be heard, and when the snow covers the earth, there is also a way to hear it. The snow on one side, splashing on Ning Tingxue's skirt, was frightened and dodged at the beginning, and the young man deliberately did it, amusing this beautiful girl, and also pedaling on the snow, messing with broken jade.

This piece of silver is wrapped in plain silver, and it is where there is more dust and smoke, and Mo Qian's love falls at the end.