The moon is dusk, the mountains are rolling around, and the trees are undulating. The pen is www.biquge.info and the ancient trees in front of you are towering to the sky, the thick shade covers the sun, and the fireflies are flying in the forest, such as the stars shining.

Zhao Bingjue's body was in severe pain, and he swung to the stream with the waves. Nephrite was warm and fragrant, and the woman in white was lying in front of her. Under the moonlight, I saw her hair wet on her shoulders, and her snow-white dress was scratched in several places, revealing creamy skin. The ditch is deep, convex and exquisite, and as his breathing continues to rise and fall, Zhao Bingjue's brain buzzed, his blood was swelling, and his heart suddenly jumped wildly. The woman opened her eyes and was colliding with his, Zhao Bingjue's face was red, embarrassed, she turned her head, and hurriedly propped up her elbows and arms, trying to turn over and get up. But he panicked at this moment, and pressed his right hand on the two soft things impartially, Zhao Bingjue was startled, and hurriedly let go, ashamed to death. felt that the fragrant wind flashed, the woman turned around and jumped up, with a crisp sound of "pop", Zhao Bingjue took a heavy slap on the face, and the Venus in front of her was wild, hot and painful.

Zhao Bingjue opened his mouth and stammered, embarrassed, and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. Said hurriedly: "Girl, I'm ...... Next...... Didn't mean to ......" suddenly remembered, the woman couldn't hear his words at all, raised her head, only to see her long eyelashes fluttering, her eyes were cold, her wonderful eyes stared at her coldly, her cheeks were surging, her jade hands were protected on her chest, and she turned around and left.

The cool breeze was blowing, the leaves in the forest were rustling, Zhao Bingjue shook his head with a wry smile, and hurriedly chased after him.

The mountain stream flows southward, and I don't know where it leads, the blue light ripples, and the water is sparkling.

Zhao Bingjue followed behind the woman, only to see her sitting on a boulder, gently combing her hair, the moonlight shining on her side face, her skin was as bright as porcelain, Zhao Bingjue didn't dare to look more, she went to the forest alone to pick up a bunch of dead branches and leaves, and the fire fold on her body had long been lost. Drawing out the Qinglang Sword, the internal force was slowly injected, and it slashed on the boulder, sparks shot out, and the dry leaves of the withered grass were touched by the sparks, and they burned when they landed. Zhao Bingjue was overjoyed and hurriedly supported the branches.

The bonfire was swaying, warm and comfortable, but Zhao Bingjue couldn't help but cooin in his belly, and then he remembered that he had not eaten anything since he came out of the swallow tower yesterday. I had been worried for half a day, but I didn't care, but now I sat cross-legged by the fire, and the more I thought about it, the more hungry I felt, and then I got up again and walked towards the stream.

He used a stone to surround half of the water by the stream, and after a while, there would naturally be fish swimming in, in the flowing water, this method was the most useful, and he didn't know how many times he had tried.

Seeing that the settings were in place, he clapped his hands with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Now just wait quietly for the fish to fall into the net obediently." ”

The night breeze was blowing, the bonfire was shaking, Zhao Bingjue raised his head, and saw the red firelight reflected on the pale cheeks of the woman in white, flushing a faint red, delicate and indescribable, and couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart. Thinking that her clothes were so uncomfortable when they were wet on her body, she couldn't speak, and it was a lot of inconvenience for the lonely men and widows, so she quickly got up, pulled out a torch from the fire, and smiled while pointing to her stomach: "Girl, my stomach is uncomfortable, go and make it easier." Without waiting for her to respond, he walked down the cliff.

The woman in white frowned, her eyes flickered, and when she saw his figure walking away, she turned her head and gently unbuttoned her shirt.

Zhao Bingjue looked at the towering mountain peaks from afar, glanced at the dim and dense woods again, remembered Huo Chiyan's entrustment, and touched the echo bead in his arms, but he didn't know where he was now, he was depressed and lost in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh. This ancient forest is dense and green, and it is impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south under the night, so I have to wait until tomorrow dawn to talk about it, take a deep breath at the moment, and re-energize my spirits.

At a glance, I saw a swarthy cave at the foot of the mountain, the night was dim, I couldn't see the depth clearly, I was curious, and I was bored, and I walked slowly with a torch.

The boulders under the cliffs are craggy, washed by rain all year round, and they are extremely smooth. This cave entrance is extremely secret, if Zhao Bingjue didn't happen to walk by, it would be extremely difficult to find. Zhao Bingjue was happy in his heart, if he could find a cave to survive all night, it would be much better than being drenched in the rain and dew outside, so he held a torch and walked into the cave cautiously, for fear that there would be some beasts living inside.

The cave was dark and damp but not big, and Zhao Bingjue was slightly relieved that he had not seen mountain birds and beasts. Holding the torch and sweeping around, his heart jumped, and he subconsciously took half a step back, because in the innermost part of the cave sat a white skeleton.

Zhao Bingjue took a deep breath, and walked in again with courage, only to see that the white bones were drooping, the clothes on his body had already rotted, and he was holding a dark iron rod in his right hand, which was rusty, and he couldn't see what it was. Zhao Bingjue was surprised in his heart, there were people living in this deep mountain and old forest? At the moment, he raised his voice and said: "The junior has no intention of offending, if he disturbs the senior, he will still look at Haihan." ”

The mountain wind whistled into the cave, and the torches were extinguished. By the light of the fire, Zhao Bingjue saw that the walls in the cave were deep and shallow, densely engraved with words. These words are big and small, disorderly, Zhao Bingjue read a few along the way, all of them are not smooth, there is no clue, and he is surprised and surprised in his heart. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly made a "huh" sound, and gently stroked it with his hand, and these words were concave and completely consistent with the finger marks, and they were actually engraved with his fingers.

Zhao Bingjue was taken aback, he had a first glimpse of the cultivation doorway, and he knew that this matter was difficult, and these cliffs and rocks were extremely tough, I am afraid that even Huo Chiyan and Ye Ping Xianjun would never be able to hyphenate words with their fingers, I don't know what kind of master this senior is, and he has such a strong internal force.

He walked around, dazzled, but completely confused. He shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that it was probably inadvertently scribbled by this senior. So he put down the torch, knelt respectfully in front of the dry bone, and said: "After death, people should be buried in the ground, although the younger generation does not know the seniors, but unintentionally came here, I think it is also fate, and the younger generations will help the seniors to fulfill their wishes." At that moment, he kowtowed three heads, and was about to get up, when he suddenly saw the left hand of this white bone hanging on the ground, and the fingertips pointed to five or six rows of small characters neatly engraved.

Zhao Bingjue was suspicious in his heart, went around to the back, pressed the torch and took a closer look, only to see that it was written: "The road of cultivation is lonely and lonely." The avenue is three thousand, and the universe is one. The son died in Shou, and Peng Zu died. A hundred years in the world, a sudden in the mountains. Heaven and earth are born together, and all things have different paths. Not for immortality, but for eternity. The words of the ancestors are finally understood. Ten Directions Immortal, why laugh at yourself? Haha, my way is not lonely, my way is not lonely......" The back is uneven, as if a large section has been erased, but in the lower right corner, there are several numbers written abruptly and distorted: "Eleven, nineteen, twenty-four, thirty-six, fifty-one." Zhao Bingjue was full of suspicion, and muttered a few times, is the Ten Directions Great Immortal the name of this senior? I don't know what this number means, could it be that this senior is recording time?

After thinking for a moment, he still didn't know what he meant, and remembered that Ye Ping Xianjun said that the way of cultivation is not just for immortality, but for the unity of body and Tao. Reflecting the words on the ground, Zhao Bingjue seemed to have an understanding, and muttered: "This senior had a great understanding before he died, but he also died well." Then he took out the dagger, dug a pit outside the cave, carefully collected the bones, and buried them in the pit with the black iron rod. I cut a wooden tablet from the woods, and I wanted to engrave the words "Ten Great Immortals", but I finally shook my head, thinking that my predecessors saw through the false name of life and death before they died, so why should I do more? Stick the smooth wooden plank in front of the tomb.

The lonely moon was hazy, Zhao Bingjue bowed down, his heart was stunned, he sighed faintly, turned around and walked towards the bonfire.