A mountain road that winds its way up.

Standing at every level, frightening step by step, on!

It's like ascending to the sky, generally fearless, up and up!

How to get on the cliffs, a stumble will go down, and you will be crushed!

Not how, one word, on.

The boundless sky of the sea of clouds is the shore, and the mountain is the peak!

This is not a peak, this line is not a road, this is a physical challenge, a mental conquest!

This is Shangqing Peak, Fang Yin is climbing.

Yes, Fang Yin is here, Fang Yin is here again, this time alone.

Last time, Daoist Fang was carrying it on someone's back.

So what? Fang Yin has grown up, Fang Yin is no longer the Fang Yin of the past, Fang Yin just wants to come by himself and conquer it! The flexible body, the strong muscles and bones, and the internal breath have a foundation, it can be said that the eyes are bright and the heart is bright, Fang Yin swished up quickly, and a vigorous figure disappeared! Or rather, Fang Daoist used his hands and feet at the same time, and his whole body lay flat on the steps, swishing like a monkey and crawling up quickly.

It's a kind of helplessness, and the wind is strong.

And it's not usually big, it's big!

The higher you climb, the stronger the wind, blowing so that your clothes are hunting and flying, and your long hair is scattered. The skin hurts, the eyes are hard to open, and the most unbearable thing is not the swaying panic, but the ubiquitous, bone-chilling cold! The thick winter coat could not stop it, and the cold wind slashed like a knife on the face, poured into the nose, ears, and mouth, and heart, until the blood all over the body seemed to coagulate! The ears were whining, the hands and feet were stiff and numb, and Fang Yin was already cold.

It's so high!

It's not easy, it's really not easy.

Fang Yin suddenly stopped, lying on the stone steps, motionless.

Why is that? Fang Yin was asking himself, why. It's like stopping on the road of life, thinking about the long road endlessly, and thinking about why you came all the way. The road is dangerous, the wind is strong, and the cold is cold, but that's not good, what makes Fang Yin stop and think about it for a long time is still lonely and lonely. Why? Why, unaccompanied. The sun is gone, the sky is white and dazzling, everything is bleak, and the clouds are faint.

Fang Yin was very lonely, and suddenly remembered Wuzen.

I thought of the little monk who was stunned, and once he cried and left, there was no time to see him again.

Whew――

What Fang Yin didn't know was that Wuzen was coming.

At this time, when Fang Yin ascended the peak, he went down to Nanshan without Zen and went straight to Shangqing along a big road.

The two will meet soon.

It's a pity that Shangqing is in the north, it's a pity that there is no Zen in the south, it's a pity that the monk Wuzen goes straight to the west sky, but I don't know when-

At least, at this time, Wuzen is not here.

If Wu Zen is here, I think I will also ask at this time, why is this?

Brother Fang Yin, why do you want to crawl and walk?

If it is no Zen, it will definitely go up step by step, the wind will not blow, and it will take root step by step!

That's because, I, don't have the confidence.

Whew――

Shangqing Peak, I'm here!

A peak is like a pen, the book is wide, the mountains are like chess, and the land is wide.

Looking far away in the east, the day is relatively far away. The mountains are already at the feet, the scenery is in the chest, this big, desolate and majestic winter landscape picture, making itself feel more and more small, humble, standing in the middle of it is like an inconspicuous little pebble in the painting, helplessly lonely and lonely for a long time.

However, a trace of pride, erection, and pride!

Heaven and earth are one mind, and this body is also heaven and earth, so how can it be small and humble? Why do you feel sorry for yourself and sigh in the emptiness! The bitterness and grievances, depression and injustice that have been accumulated in your heart for a long time, and all kinds of unsatisfactory things are like stones one by one, congesting your chest and gradually filling your heart, leaving your heart lonely! It is the wind cry, the dignified cry, sweeping all things in heaven and earth, sweeping away all the gloom! Breaking through! Breaking through! Breaking through the blocks in the chest and freeing your heart! Pouring out, pouring out, it's time to pour out your heart, sing loudly!

Ahh

Ahh

Ah――――――h

It wasn't until I reached the top that I knew that the trip was worth it.

Mu Zhangjiao is right, Fang Yin should have come, he should have come a long time ago.

Loud and hearty, the depression in his chest was swept away! Nothing, nothing, there was no big deal in the first place, why bother Gu Ying to pity himself and sigh for his life, why bother to complain about the hatred of the heavens and resentments! No one should you, no one owes you, and everyone is very good to Fang Yin, how can they not be satisfied! She doesn't love Fang Yin, Fang Yin understands in her heart that it is a helpless thing, really, helpless.

Yan'er, Yan'er.

Thinking of her, but her heart was still sour, and her heart was throbbing.

I want to forget her, but I can't forget her, how can I bear it, how can I forget her!

If you can't forget it, then remember!

It is.

This is the view of the clouds, this is the view of the clouds.

Vaguely in the ears, the sound is like - watching the cloud platform, establishing people's aspirations.

But there is no need to log in anymore, Fang Yin already understands.

Walk past and enter the Taiqing Palace.

Tall and majestic, simple and solemn.

It is generally quiet and solemn, and it is generally cold and dark.

What is not extinguished is the incense, the fragrance is lingering, the candle flame is faint, reflecting the countless spiritual tablets on the altar, the faint light.

They were all looking at Fang Yin, and Fang Yin was also looking at them.

A thousand years at a glance.

Mu Zhangjiao was not there, and there was no one in the hall.

Yes, there is also Daoist Fang, a living person: "Old Zamao'er-I'm here-"

"Coming—coming—" No one answered, and the echo made peace.

Hey, you see, this person is so unreliable, he called someone to come, and he is not here, he should be waiting for Fang Yin here! Fang Yin sighed, and suddenly felt bored. Of course, it's no wonder that Mu Zhangjiao, Mu Zhangjiao didn't know that he was coming, and Mu Zhangjiao, as the head of a sect, was very busy. No, it's not there, the old miscellaneous hair is a long ear, if he heard the movement, he would have run out a long time ago.

I had no choice but to wait for him here.

Daoist Fang grabbed the snacks on the altar and sat down to eat, not polite at all.

Who knew that his butt hadn't sat down yet, and he hadn't eaten a few bites, when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and there was movement!

As soon as I turned around-

When a person comes forward, he usually grabs a snack and sits on a futon to eat, and he is not polite at all.

Daoist Fang was stunned and looked straight over-

This is an old Taoist, wearing a dusty robe, with a hairpin on his head, and an ordinary appearance. said that it was ordinary, but Fang Yin was startled when he saw him, Fang Yin didn't know him, Fang Yin had only one thought in his head when he saw him: This old way is not three hundred years old, but also two hundred and fifty years old! But when he sees his hair like a pile of snow, he sees thousands of wrinkles! But when he sees his old eyes, he is dizzy, but he sees it, he is not seen, he is so old that he has no teeth!

Decay and decay, messy white hair, how to describe the old tree blooming!

Needless to say, this one is the legendary Shangqing Peak, the old fairy!

But Daoist Fang didn't know that legend, Daoist Fang had eyes and didn't know Taishan ordinary people, and the first thing he said to him after seeing the old fairy was: "Strange and strange, you don't have any teeth, how can you eat so well?" The old fairy didn't look at it, he only cared about eating, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Little wood, little wood, this is really not a good idea! You just steal food offerings, but you don't send food for three days, thinking about starving to death this immortal?"

Daoist Fang was stunned again, and immediately laughed: "It's not, little wood, haha!"

"Oh yes!" the old fairy suddenly exclaimed, and looked over like a ghost: "You, you are not a little wood! How come this immortal has never seen you? Child, who are you?"

"Huh?"