The breeze is slightly cold, and the full moon is slanting to the west. The light on Qitiansu Mountain had already quietly dimmed. A winding path winds its way through a hill. A seven or eight-year-old child fell asleep soundly under an ancient tree on the side of the road, and I don't know whose parents were so careless to let their child fall asleep like this. Not far ahead, there was a ruin, as if there was a faint smell of soot. It seems that there have been violent explosions and burnings here, and from the ruins and broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground, it is shocking that this place is the residence of people living in small villages in the mountains. Maybe it's heaven's punishment, and legend has it that only heaven's wrath and punishment can be so tragic and decisive.

The breeze came, and a few wisps of dust and smoke swept away with the wind. In that ruin, there was a man, a living man. I saw that he was holding a black, withered, humanoid thing in his arms, trembling constantly. Take a closer look at Xiao Qin, the father of the child Xiao Lu on the side of the road!

The sound of leaves is roaring, and the trees at the edge of countless villages are dancing in the wind, as if they are pouring out in a shallow and low voice.

"Sin!" a sigh broke the silence of the night. I saw an old Taoist priest standing not far from Xiao Qin in the ruins, dressed in tattered Taoist robes, with a blue sword on his back faintly shining brightly, although there were a few bruised bruises on his face, but there were indescribable fairy wind bones. Xiao Qin slowly raised his head, and when he saw that it was a Taoist priest, his eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, and then he was covered by the boundless ashes. Fu lowered his heavy head again, and hugged the things in his arms tightly to his chest. The Taoist priest seemed to have expected it, and a little bitter smile was squeezed out of his bruised face, but it was not better than crying.

"If a man dies like a lamp goes out, why should he come here?"

"Stop!" a hoarse old man's hoarse roar interrupted the old Taoist priest.

Why did his voice become so hoarse and vicissitudes???

This was followed by several violent coughs. "Daoist, please don't talk about it again. "A few more coughs. "She usually likes to be quiet, but now she just wants to sleep for a while. How could she die? She didn't die, she really didn't. Don't believe it? You see she's still smiling at me? she's still smiling at me!" Xiao Qin said as he stroked the head of the thing in his arms, it was so gentle. In the end, he was still talking about something, but tears rolled down his face like beads of broken threads, dripping on the face of the thing in his arms. Tears quickly soaked up.

When the old Taoist priest saw this scene, he wanted to say more. But seeing Xiao Qin's demented appearance, there were some familiar shadows, and there was no reason for a pain in his heart. Shaking his head, he sighed and walked out of the ruins. When I passed by the ancient tree, I saw Xiao Lu who was sleepy. The little face twisted his eyebrows for a while, smiled faintly for a while, and then swayed his little body left and right. It seems that although this ancient tree is large, it is not a good place to sleep peacefully. The little guy didn't know what kind of dream he was dreaming, wasn't he being naughty with his mother, and was punished by his mother? The Taoist priest secretly said that at this time, the night was deep and heavy, and the little guy slept like this all night, and he was afraid that it was not strange if he didn't catch a cold, so he couldn't help but move in his heart. A pair of thin palms stretched out from the sleeves of the robe, and a light blue light came out casually and covered Xiao Lu. In an instant, that brilliance formed into a blue ball of light, protecting Xiao Lu in the center. And that blue brilliance can not only screen away the cold, but also have the effect of reassuring and calming the mind.

When the old Taoist priest saw Xiao Xiaolu's safe appearance, he sighed slightly in his heart and turned around to leave.

At this moment, he inadvertently looked back and couldn't help but be shocked. The brilliance in his hand reappeared, and he shot towards the ruins over there. I saw that Xiao Qin found a firewood knife from nowhere in the ruins, and was wiping it off his neck at the moment. Two rays of light whistled past Xiao Qin's ears, but they did not knock off the firewood knife in his hand as the old Taoist priest thought. Looking at the thin knife mark on Xiao Qin's neck, blood gushing down, and there was a hidden smile on his face. The old Taoist priest sighed in his heart. was waiting to check on Xiao Qin's injuries. But I found that there was a short figure beside me, wasn't it the child who had just fallen asleep? I saw that the tears on his little face had already spread endlessly, and the corners of his mouth were constantly trembling. As if it had been brewing for a long time, Xiao Lu's childish voice finally sounded: "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" His short body was nailed to the spot and motionless, staring ahead in a daze, shouting hoarsely.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy"

The childish voice, the simple repetition echoes endlessly in the vast mountains.

The moonlight is as clean as ever, but who forgets who at this time, and who is forgotten?

I only remember that after that brilliance, the whole world became dark.

I just remember that since then, I have lost everything I once had!

"Plop" Xiao Lu's young body stubbornly fell straight to the ground, only to see his teeth clenched, his eyes closed, his face pale, only the tears were still stained on his eyelashes, glowing with a cold light. The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Lu's wrist, knowing that Xiao Lu was too stimulated and fainted. Even though he has attained the Tao for many years, and his heart is like iron, the old Taoist priest has to be shocked by the tragedy in front of him! The world is embarrassing! Pitiful! Not to mention that it is so similar, so persistent? The old Taoist priest felt a little bit in his heart, and after thinking about it, he sat on the ground and recited the mantra of great compassion in his mouth, but he wanted to send out the thoughts of great compassion and great compassion, as if he wanted to cross this period of fate! But he did not know that the reincarnation had begun, and the moon famine had finally begun to embark on a mysterious and mysterious trajectory.

The sky will break, and the fish white in the east will appear.

The night passed like this, and the birds on the branches were chirping, as if they were the same as before. In the depths of the mountains and forests, the greenery is full, and the branches and leaves are swaying with the wind, a little dazed, a little melancholy. If it weren't for the tragic sight of the ruins in front of me, no one would have come to troubadour here.

I saw a ruin in the empty mountain, and there was a new grave next to the ruins, which was built like a hastily built. If you let someone who is proficient in the art of Xuanmen see it, you will know that this seemingly ordinary pile is actually a bit mysterious. This tomb is larger than a normal tomb, and there is a wooden plaque in front of the tomb, apparently freshly sharpened with sharp tools, and there is still a faint residue of fresh wood dampness on it. The book said: "Nahe", the two words are written like floating clouds, like a frightened dragon. Between the lines, there is a sense of elegance and freedom to ride the wind. The payment was a blank.

"Everything has its own cause and effect, so why bother too much...", an old Taoist priest looked up in front of the grave and sighed.

"That's all I can help you with. Although the old Taoist priest looked expressionless, how could he be calm in his heart at this time? And that's what Lao Tao never wants to think about. At this time, he saw the child not far away, and walked over slowly.

The old Taoist priest exhaled deeply and collected his feelings. looked at the child on the ground whose eyes were still closed, and with a flick of the sleeves of his robe, the child disappeared out of thin air. The old Taoist priest's head flashed with blue light, circled around the old Taoist, and then stopped at the old Taoist's feet. But it was the old Taoist priest's blue sword, which was constantly emitting a blue halo at the moment, rippling in a circle. The breeze blew, and I saw the old Taoist priest step on the sword and take a deep look at the ruins. Turning his head, I didn't see how he behaved, but I saw the robes swaying in the wind, and his beard fluttering high. The sword carried him into the air, paused for a moment above the hill, and slid into the sky like a meteor with a "thud", leaving only a long pale blue trail in the quiet air, which was fleeting.

The hill was quiet again, and the noisy birdsong echoed through the hill.

The grass and trees are bleak, and the mountain wind is howling.

The mountains, however, are getting quieter and quieter.

And at this moment, the wooden sign in front of the grave seemed to move, and it moved. If you look closely, there is no movement, as if there has never been anything!

The sun rises in the east, and it shines brightly. The heavens and the earth seemed to be stretched out by the sun and suddenly became transparent, and at this moment, looking at the sky infinitely high, there were several goshawks spreading their huge wings and soaring, but in the blink of an eye, they were hurriedly annihilated by the sea of clouds.

Xichuan, the sea of vain, thousands of miles above.

In the clouds and smoke, there is a mountain like a spinning top, and the clouds and mist around the mountain are shrouded, hazy like a fairyland. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people sighed at the wonders of nature on the shores of the Wufu Sea. I don't know how many people have dreams of one day being able to climb Qitiansu Mountain, that is, it is not in vain to die immediately.

After infinite darkness, he was not willing to stop and struggled to move forward.

It seems that he has always been so willful and stubborn.

Suddenly, a myriad of voices sounded in the darkness that stopped him in his tracks.

"Go back. Your mother is going to be angry," said a simple, gentle voice.

"Don't you see it every month? And it's not a hill, it's just that we're too far away."

Two dazzling flashes of light whistled past him, and there was a vague person in front of him with a smile on his face, a clear knife mark on his neck, and blood gushing down.

"Do you dare?" a woman seemed to be reprimanding him.

"Don't dare, don't dare......"

A childish voice mixed with crying alarmed a little Taoist priest who was dozing off beside the bed. The little Taoist priest rubbed the two black circles under his eyes, and turned his head to see the little boy with tears on the bed. His face suddenly became miserable, and he leaned to the little boy's side and whispered a dead smile: "Little ancestor, don't cry your old man, Master has punished me for not eating for three days." You don't wake up, you just cry in your dreams, so that Master always thinks I'm lazy. I'm wronged. Please......"

And the little boy was still shouting with his eyes closed: "Don't dare, don't dare......"

At this time, the door "squeaked" open, and a middle-aged Taoist priest, extremely tall, wearing a green gossip Taoist robe, has a grandmaster style between his gestures. At this moment, he walked in with a gloomy face. The little Taoist priest beside the bed just now only felt a cool air at this moment, and "whoosh" led from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and secretly wailed: "The ancestors of the past dynasties are above, and the disciples are finished again." How could it be so coincidental."

The middle-aged Taoist priest walked to the side of the bed and snorted coldly: "You are really my good apprentice?!"

Seeing the master's black and glowing face, the little Taoist priest knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried with a pale face: "Master, the disciple is really, really. The ancestors of the past generations are above, and the disciples swear......"

"Alright. Satoshi. Stop blaspheming the ancestors of the past generations. You go out first" The middle-aged Taoist priest was furious, and even his beard was stretching slightly. But in the end, he sighed, sat on the edge of the bed and no longer looked at this "wronged ghost" kneeling on the ground.

This little Taoist priest named Xiao Cong heard that the master let him go out, and immediately burst into tears and laughed, and ran out in three steps and two steps. I'm afraid that I'll be late and regret it for life.

The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand, and the door was closed.

At this moment, his eyes flashed, and his hand reached out to the bed