Buzz, buzz, old mosquitoes are always calling.

Buzz, buzz, old mosquitoes are always flying.

A slight tremble, in the silence of the night, it is singing loudly and sadly, the last days of life.

Can you hear me?

Messy dance, it's the futility of struggle, it's hungry, it's cold, it's tenacious, it's trying to live.

Can you see?

The strange sound is like a heartstring suddenly plucking, and the crazy dance is like the past drifting in the wind.

It's indescribable.

A year ago.

Bucket room, oil lamp, night.

Wooden tables, benches, people.

Fang Yin is a person, Fang Yin is used to being lonely and lonely, a long way ahead, and having a store to live in is also a kind of happiness.

But there are mosquitoes.

In the autumn, in the middle of the night, we are diligent and studious, and the Taoist priest who has both ability and political integrity is still studying his Qingping sword technique diligently. We all know that mosquitoes are very annoying, even more annoying than Fang Daoist, if you don't fight with its flesh and blood, it will be entangled with you to the end. And Fang Daoist has martial arts and excellent swordsmanship, and he has a lot of experience in the way of eliminating mosquitoes. This is an excellent opportunity to directly use the sword technique to pass the gods.

Stab.

Buzz, buzz, stab, stabbing a peerless swordsman, according to another strange book "Hu Yun Yizhi", this kind of thing has not happened before. Buzz, buzz, sting, stinging! Stabbing! Fang Daoist is stinging mosquitoes, mosquitoes are also stabbing Fang Daoist, bullying the small with the big, attacking the crowd with outnumbered, and there is only one result of stabbing in this way, that is, the Fang Daoist is outnumbered, red and swollen, and dies of excessive blood loss. Yes, Fang Yin can't stab, whether it's a flying mosquito or a landing mosquito, Fang Yin can't stab a single one.

Only the bags with a full head and a face, large and small, were left behind.

It's still a good slap.

Daoist Fang was furious and began to shoot mosquitoes.

The giant spirit god is out of the palm of the hand, and the mosquito cannot be defeated.

No matter how cunning the mosquito is, no matter how fast and light it is, no matter how dexterous it is, there will be a time to settle down. Daoist Fang is another insidious person, finding the right place, instantly palming down, and slamming the ground and directly pressing to death. It can be said that killing mosquitoes is not counted, and his hands are bloody, and Fang Daoist has been carried away by victory, and since then he has been shooting mosquitoes wholeheartedly, from midnight to dawn. This battle was protracted and lasted for three days and three nights, the mosquito army went forward one after another, and Daoist Fang was sleepless.

Later, the four walls of the tables, chairs and benches were covered with blood, and the corpses in the fighting room were full of bones. At that time, he was also too tired, and Daoist Fang's face was swollen like a pig's head, and he fell asleep on the bed like a dead pig. Retribution is coming, and it can be imagined how crazy the mosquito army's retaliation was when Daoist Fang didn't care about sleeping and dying.

Of course, Fang Dao Shifu has a great life and a long life.

Of course, Daoist Fang didn't use mosquito repellent coils, not to kill innocents indiscriminately, but to practice his eyesight. According to "Hu Yunyizhi", if a person's eyesight can keep up with the flight track of a mosquito, then he is already extraordinary, and it can be said that he has a sharp eye. Of course, every sentence said in "Hu Yun Yizhi" is unreliable, such as Daoist Fang, who practiced so impulsively that his eyes were dizzy and almost blind, which was useless.

Of course, in the end, Daoist Fang still defeated the powerful mosquito army, borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

Almost overnight, the mosquitoes disappeared.

The night is long, and cold.

Buzz, buzz, and one, the old mosquito.

It was then that Fang Yin met the old mosquito.

The old mosquito is singing, the old mosquito is dancing, the old mosquito is no different from the thousands of mosquitoes in the world, just a little old. The shriveled body, the old tone, the old mosquito is so old that there is only a trace of strength left, and it is still flying and singing like a wandering spirit, looking for blood to drink. If you drink a mouthful of blood, you won't live long, and if you don't drink this blood, you will live in vain. This is a battle, the horn of battle has sounded, survival is an endless battle, enjoy this last bit of good time in life.

The battle began late at night and ended in the early hours of the morning, and the old mosquito won the final victory.

Contented to death.

The so-called people are old and fine, and the same is true for mosquitoes, during which Daoist Fang thought about slapping it to death, but he couldn't hit it. If you can't hit it, you can't hit it, you can't hit it, you can't hit it. Its traces are unpredictable, up and down, east and west, every time he loses and gains, he will also settle down when he is tired, and sometimes it falls on Fang Yin, but it is a dip and walk without dust. Take away a little blood, bring a little itch, take away the tired attention of helpless eyes, and bring a little aura that has been there for a long time.

The most important tricks, the most magical ingenuity, do what you want, and you don't know what you want. It didn't wait for the giant spirit divine palm to fall silently and flew away, it didn't feel the fluctuation of the wind or the slightest danger and left, Fang Yin had no way to take it, there was no way. But Fang Yin was watching, but Fang Yin was thinking. What is big, what is small, what is weak, what is strong? But in comparison, if there is a person who also plays with Fang Yin like Fang Yin playing with the old mosquito, what should Fang Yin do?

All things in heaven and earth can be my teacher.

The old mosquito died, in a faint morning light, on a blank page of paper.

It's that page, blank paper.

The world is big, everything is inclusive, nothing is there, everything is possible.

Qingping Sword Technique, page 6, there is no sword intent, but Fang Yin has realized a body method.

Winter goes to spring.

A bear, playing with a monkey, squeaked and screamed in the field.

"Brother Huba Cilen, you come to catch me, you come to catch me, hahahaha!" He jumped up and down, it was a monkey.

"Ahururu, Ahururu!" Huba Cilen couldn't catch him, you must know that a bear is very flexible and not clumsy.

"All the same! all the same!" The elephant can't dance, but the thick and heavy sound of the Huba Cilen will be flexible and light, and the existence of the Huba Cileng is itself a contradiction, just because evolution is originally the product of contradiction. The extreme is also the Tao in the sky, the extreme is also the Tao in ancient times, the rhythm of the heartstrings is the silent beauty, and the life itself is the ultimate mystery. This is another excellent opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after the old mosquito gave Fang Yin a revelation, Huba Cilen helped Fang Yin establish a prototype -

The foundation has long been there, and it is in the upper clearing.

The body method, the footwork method, is also the same method.

The heart method, the sword method, is also the same method.

Ten thousand laws, one law, ten thousand laws, three thousand avenues, chaos and destruction.

The old mosquito, the big stupid elephant, Fang Yin didn't know what it was, so he only gave it a nice name.

It's called the death of the wind.