"Thousands of miles of red fields, the wilderness is eternal, the distant geese flying south are shining, on the endless grassland, on the top of the mountains and forests, the ancient Great Wall tells the desolation and inherits the dream.

The sergeant in armor is gone, the years have worn away the glory of the past, and here, there are still people singing loudly - it is a magical way to heaven......"

"Alright! Shut up! You're not enough... Tired?" Ji Xiao looked at the Wuwu monk speechlessly and rolled his eyes.

"You have to remember that you are just a monk, not a barding poet, let alone a singer!" Ji Xiao persuaded bitterly.

Since they began to run endlessly, it was boring and boring along the way, at first the two of them were fine, their bodies were different from ordinary people, and they ran five times around this section of the Great Wall, and directly completed half of the indicators.

The next two can't stand it, they don't have mana, they just rely on internal force to run for so long, and the first-class master can't hold it!

The two began to slack off, and the Wuwu monk took out his kung fu as an apprentice singer in his early years, looked at the Great Wall and began to chant, and he wanted to sing it.

Ji Xiao originally listened to his poems well, so he was bored and had fun, but Wuwu began to magnify his moves, and that voice came out, shocking the sky and shattering Ji Xiao's fragile little heart, and he had to stop it.

Wuwu was already sweating like rain, and sneered at Ji Xiao: "Vulgar! I don't know how to appreciate, Master has said that my singing voice is unique, rare in the world, not ordinary people can understand it, only people with great wisdom know how to appreciate it." ”

Ji Xiao paused for a moment and asked tentatively, "You can't sing to Zen Master Silence, do you?"

Wuwu touched his head and said with a simple smile: "Actually, every time I celebrate the Qingming Festival, Master wants me to sing to him." ”

Ji Xiaoxian was surprised: "What!"

Wuwu nodded, blushing embarrassedly: "Yes, Master said that as long as you hear my singing every year, you can remind him that you must not die, you have to live, he has survived my singing, what else can't survive?"

Ji Xiao listened to Leng Shen for a while, and then laughed: "I understand, I understand, Master Lonely Sky really deserves to be a master, I really admire his courage and perseverance, haha!"

Wuwu couldn't help but laugh when he heard Ji Xiao praise his master, and the two of them couldn't help but have infinite motivation in laughter, running and passing with the wind.

The footsteps gradually drifted away, and on the ancient Great Wall, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves, which echoed tactfully together with the footsteps, forming a symphony.

On horseback, a shepherd boy sits, holding a bamboo flute, playing the flute with his eyes closed, ethereal and far-reaching.

A centenarian with a bamboo basket on his back and a hat led the old horse down the mountain.

This is the old woodcutter at the foot of the nearby mountain, living in the mountains all the year round, living a life of picking roses and eating, and being accompanied by the green forests and streams in the mountains all his life, leisurely and happy!

The old man's son and daughter-in-law went out to farm, leaving only one and a half sons, one old and one young, who depended on each other as companions, but also enjoyed it.

The old man took the child up the mountain to collect wild vegetables and yams, passed by the Great Wall, and couldn't bear the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the child, so he went here to enjoy the scenery.

Just as he was about to go home, the shepherd boy suddenly pointed to two figures in the distance and asked, "Grandpa, grandpa!

The old man smiled: "Hehe, silly boy, it's cold and remote here, where are the people from, don't talk nonsense." ”

Seeing that his grandfather didn't believe it, the shepherd boy blushed with anger, pointed to the back and said, "Where is the nonsense! Grandpa, look, there are really two people, look, they are coming!"

"Oh, is there really someone?" The old man looked back, and the two figures gradually approached: "Ah, there are really people, how can there still be people in this barren mountains and mountains? It can't be a monster, right?"

The old man could not help but be a little worried, and hurriedly pulled the old horse forward, while the shepherd boy shook happily on the horse's back, and pouted, and shouted, "Hey, are you monsters?"

The old man almost broke his waist when he heard this, and hurriedly reprimanded: "Don't scream! In case someone else isn't a monster, aren't you scolding?"

"Oh. The shepherd boy laughed and stuck out his tongue.

In the distance, Wuwu poked Ji Xiao's arm: "Did you hear it, you look like a monster and scared other people's children." ”

"Nonsense! It's obviously you who look like a monster, don't put the blame on me!" Ji Xiao replied with righteous words, and said secretly: I eat with my face!

Wuwu sighed and said bitterly: "Sad, sad, the monks never speak, don't indulge in your own fantasies anymore, it's not your fault that you're ugly, it's scary to come out......"

"You still say!" Ji Xiao scolded angrily.

Wuwu said: "Okay, okay, since the donor insists on being controlled by fantasy, what else can the little monk say?

Ji Xiao resisted the urge to breathe fire, and thought to himself: No wonder the old man and the Silent Sky Zen Master pinched as soon as they met, it must be that the mouth of the Silent Sky Zen Master was too much in the past, and this black monk also learned badly with him, yes, it must be so!

Ji Xiao thought like this, in a ruin hundreds of thousands of miles away, Zen Master Lonely Sky was chanting the Buddha's name, and suddenly sneezed, causing others to turn their heads to look at him.

Zen Master Lonely smiled awkwardly and said, "It must be that muddy boy in my family who is talking about me, this kid has never left me since he was a child... It's normal to miss me occasionally, isn't it......"

Ji Xiao was unaware that his behavior had affected others, and at this time he had already run to the old horse's side and greeted the shepherd boy cordially: "Hello!"

The shepherd boy smiled cutely and said to the old man, "Grandpa, grandpa! Look, the monster has greeted me!02"

"Poof!" Wuwu on the side couldn't help laughing, 02 didn't care at all about Ji Xiao with a black line on his face.

The old man looked at Ji Xiao's ugly face and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, two young heroes, my grandson is talking nonsense, please don't be weird about the two young heroes!"

Wuwu smiled and waved his hand: "No strange, no strange, no strange words, this little guy is very cute! ”

"You!" Ji Xiao stared wildly, eager to tear his mouth apart, but outsiders were around, and he couldn't do it.

Looking at the old man's hopeful eyes, Ji Xiao also forced a smile and said, "Of course it's not strange. He hurriedly changed the topic: "By the way, it's so cold here, you can stand it, your body is really tough...... Isn't it?"

Wuwu answered: "Yes, such a tough body, my brother can't envy it!"

Ji Xiao had already automatically blocked the voice of Wuwu, just when he didn't exist.

The old man listened to Ji Xiao's words and said with a smile: "That's it! I think my old man was also the number one person in our village back then!"

"I think back then, I was the seventh in the family, known as the seventh master of Ying, that is a first-class master, the number one person in the rivers and lakes!

Ying Qiye spoke in high spirits, and Ji Xiao also listened very cooperatively, exclaiming from time to time: "Wow! It turns out that you still have such brilliant deeds!"

The funny old man laughed, and soon had a good impression of Ji Xiao, and invited the two to go down the mountain to his house for dinner, saying that he would invite them.

Of course Ji Xiao wouldn't go, he always shook his head and refused, and the old man didn't ask for it anymore.

"Alas, it's a pity, martial arts can't withstand time in Gao, Ying Qiye is gone forever! Now only the old man who holds his grandson is left!"

The old man laughed self-deprecatingly, led the old horse home, and the shepherd boy waved desperately on horseback: "Brother monster, goodbye bald brother, come back and have fun!"

"Definitely!" replied with a smile from the bald brother, and Ji Xiao continued with a black line on his face.

After a long time, Wuwu looked at Ji Xiao and said, "Okay, don't look at it, it's time to go, brother monster." ”

Just when Ji Xiao couldn't help but make a move, there was a crisp flute sound in the distance, and it could be faintly seen that the shepherd boy's smart big eyes looked at them and gave them his most precious flute.

Ji Xiao and Wuwu were stunned, then they both showed knowing smiles, turned around and ran, this time, the two of them seemed to have lost all their fatigue, and their strength surged from under their feet, re-exuding infinite vitality.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, on the long ancient road, the sweat of Ji Xiao and Wuwu was left, recording their footsteps as they gradually moved away, and the two tall voices were deeply imprinted in this dashing flute sound.

Struggle, boy!

Run, brother!

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