Daoist Fang is a contradictory person, all the time.

The people who want to see have seen it, the people who don't want to see it have also seen it, and the people who want to see it the most have not seen it.

I said what I wanted to say, I said what I didn't want to say, and I didn't say what I wanted to say the most.

There is only one place I want to go to and the person I want to see the most: Sanshengfeng, Miss Yuan.

After listening to Mu Zhang's ramblings, Daoist Fang went down to Shangqing Peak and came to Baicao Peak.

Until dark.

I hesitated for a whole afternoon, but I still didn't go.

At the foot of Sansheng Peak, there is a girl Yuan, who said, I'm leaving. On Sansheng Peak, there is also a Sansheng Stone, which should be taken by the way to see it again. On the Four Holy Peaks, there is also a lotus pond, and I want to go around it. How many Molian flowers will bloom this year? Can there be people on the Sansheng Stone? Sad, sad people, seeing things and thinking about people, hey! It's not that I don't want to go, but I don't dare to go, Daoist Fang is a coward from beginning to end, and he still doesn't dare to face it.

Daoist Su said so, and Daoist Fang had no opinion.

Daoist Fang Mu Ran said: "This is my business, I don't need you to talk about it." ”

Su Dao Chang held a cup and invited with a smile: "Come on, come on, but drink three cups, so it's good to separate." ”

Under the moon again, the sky was full of stars, and two people sat in front of the room.

The three or five dried fruits, two pots of wine, and a cup on the table are not simple to say.

At this moment, it was like a dream, it was right in front of me at that time, when I came, I was a good man, and when I went, I was sleeping.

Fang Yin sighed, raised his glass and said, "Dry!"

It was tea instead of wine, and this time it was really wine, and there was a toast. Su Dao Chang is talented, Su Dao Chang has his own words, Su Dao Chang said: "I will send you three sentences, and I will have the right to serve as a drink." Daoist Fang drank it all and poured it to himself: "Say!"

The first sentence: see more, think more, plan before acting.

Daoist Fang nodded and toasted again: "Got it." ”

Sentence 2: Be nosy.

Daoist Fang nodded and toasted again: "What kind of thing, is it an idle matter?"

Su Dao Chang nodded and said, "What kind of things are idle things. ”

This person is neurotic and has a brain problem, Daoist Fang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said perfunctorily: "There is one more sentence." ”

Su Dao sighed: "You have drunk three cups, don't talk about it." Daoist Fang poured the wine, and his eyelids did not raise: "Love to say it or not, whatever you want." Su Dao Chang took a sip of the wine in the toast and said with a smile: "If I say it, you won't be able to drink it." Daoist Fang generally ignored it, and sneered lightly with a cup: "Cut!"

"I love you. ”

Daoist Fang was stunned, and he really couldn't drink it anymore.

Strange people, strange words, Daoist Fang doesn't care. Just because, in my heart, I thought of something else.

Su Dao Chang laughed, toasted again, and poured: "How?"

Daoist Fang let out a sigh of relief, looked at him affectionately and said sincerely, "I love you too!"

Lu Daochang held the cup and couldn't drink it anymore.

On Baicao Peak, the night before parting, when the moon was on the willow tops, the two finally confided their hearts to each other to express their hearts, and achieved a shocking love story.

It's a joke, it's harmless, but it also dilutes the sorrow.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and drank a glass of wine.

Drink dry, pour on, and the wine is as clear as the eyes under the moonlight.

But it is the moon in the quarter, like the corners of the lips raised naughtily, and like the shallow fishtail at the corners of the eyes.

Su Dao is long to Fang Yin, and he is completely a big friend, just like Lao Xue. Fang Yin was reluctant to leave him, and when he was with him, Fang Yin was always very relaxed and fast. He doesn't talk much, he treats people indifferently, and he seems to be difficult to get along with. But Fang Yin knew that he was not like that. He's going to be lonely, he's going to be lonely, and he needs someone to keep him company, and he can talk about it when he wants to talk—

Fang Yin suddenly thought of the old immortal of Shangqing Peak.

Presumably, he will be like him, living alone in his dreams.

Old dead in the mountains.

"I'll come back to see you, really. Fang Yin said a word, sincerely.

"If you don't look at it, how can you look at it? But if you have a heart, you can do it. Su Dao Chang's face was flat, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Fang Yin bowed his head and was silent, and was silent for a while.

"It's not early, go to bed. The chief of the dormitory got up first, went back to the house, and left a sentence: "If you can't sleep, think again." ”

It was late at night, and people were quiet.

Fang Yin didn't sleep, Fang Yin was still thinking.

What the chief asked was, what have you gained and what have you lost in the past few years.

Daoist Fang thought about it at the time, and said, I didn't gain anything, but lost a lot.

Thinking about it now, Fang Yin seemed to have gained a lot, and he hadn't lost anything at all.

Can't sleep, sleepy can't sleep.

The white notches on the door frame were extremely dazzling under the moonlight, one after another, diluting the color of the night.

The sun is out.

The morning in the mountains is exceptionally fresh and beautiful.

The birds and flowers, the fragrant plants and trees, the rich green branches and leaves, and the crystal clear dewdrops reflect countless beautiful new worlds. The sky was as blue as a whole piece of glass, and the clouds were as white as marshmallows, and I looked at the distant mountains, the streams, and the horses galloping on the vast grassland!

Jiujiu is a female monkey.

Ninety-nine, that is, one hundred and eight, object.

Jiujiu sat under the tree, scratching his head and posing: "Look at what, look at you, stupid!"

One hundred and eighty-three jumped down from the tree, leaned over, and said with a serious face: "Ninety-nine, you are the most beautiful in my eyes." ”

"One hundred and eight, how many times have I told you, hey!" Jiujiu sighed faintly, frowning his good-looking brows: "It's not you that people like, so don't pester people anymore." One hundred and eighty-one jumped three feet high and shouted in shock: "No! I don't believe it! Jiujiu, you are lying to me! You are lying to me!" Jiujiu turned his head and said expressionlessly: "I don't love you, no! You go away!" One hundred and eight wanted to cry without tears, and scratched his ears and cheeks urgently.

It turns out that one hundred and eight is also pitiful, and also has its own sad things.

However, one hundred and eight is one hundred and eight, unlike anyone else! One hundred and eight was angry and angry, pointing and roaring: "You! you! How good I am to you! Why do you still not appreciate it, and even more so to me!" Jiujiu was silent for a long time, and finally turned around, and said: "About love, you don't understand, it's not that if you treat me well, I have to be good to you, and I have told you many times that I only treat you as a little brother." ”

It turns out that ninety-nine is not the object of one hundred and eight, and one hundred and eight is just self-righteous.

One hundred and eight patted his chest and shouted: "I am the Monkey King, am I not worthy of you?" Look at my clothes, see I have sticks, look at my majesty and spirit, and look tall and big-" and pointed: "I'll ride!" He was full of emotion and pride, but when he turned his head, he saw Jiujiu staring at that place in a daze, and his own hand was pointing in the direction, his face was full of peach blossoms, and he seemed to be stupid.

There was a vast valley, and countless wild horses galloped in the wind, rumbling, rumbling, and the sound of hooves was like thunder, and the earth trembled for a long time! But there was only one horse, the leading one, which was faster than the wind, far ahead! It was Qingyun, it was Qingyun! The vigorous mane was like a blue cloud, and like a raised flag, facing the wind, waving between heaven and earth!

Sure enough, Jiujiu muttered: "You have clothes to wear, you have sticks, you are the king and the majesty, but you are still a monkey." One hundred and eight was stunned and said, "So what? Aren't you a monkey?" Jiujiu nodded and smiled toothily: "I am a fairy, I want to ride the wind, ride the clouds, and fly with him on the top of the mountains." ”

It turns out that what really stands out is not one hundred and eight, but ninety-nine, and ninety-nine falls in love with a horse.

However, one hundred and eight can't understand, but one hundred and eight is useless even if he understands, and one hundred and eight can only cry.

One hundred and eight cried sadly, thinking that he was another tragedy.

Just like Daoist Fang, just like Boss Fang.

Fang Yin is here.

Fang Yin didn't see one hundred and eight crying, only to see it sitting under the tree with a gloomy face, his face full of unhappiness: "Squeak! squeak!" Fang Yin stepped forward with a smile and touched its little head with his hand: "Haha, one hundred and eight, you are here too!" Of course, one hundred and eight ignored him, and one hundred and eight did not raise his eyelids, and continued to complain and lament the bitterness of life.

Jiujiu is not here, Jiujiu is gone.

Jiujiu went to Qingyun and wanted to tell him what he had always wanted to say in his heart.

Jiujiu is a tragedy, Jiujiu thinks he is a fairy, and Jiujiu is of course just a monkey.

What's more, again, fell in love with a horse.

Under the tree, Qingyun stood quietly opposite Fang Yin, and Qingyun had already seen him coming.

With just one glance, Fang Yin already understood that Qingyun would not go with him.

Although Fang Yin has always been vaguely looking forward to it in his heart, looking forward to it, he can't let it go.

At a glance, I saw the horses looking forward to it, and when they looked at it from afar, they no longer ran but neighed, and they were restless. They can't do without Qingyun, and Qingyun can't do without them. Qingyun has its own mission, different from Fang Yin, who is alone, and has its concerns here. Qingyun quietly, calmly, looked over with two big black eyes—

I knew my mind and finally let go.

"One hundred and eight, I'm leaving. Fang Yin turned around with a smile and touched the head of one hundred and eight again.

"Squeak!" One hundred and eight is very unhappy, one hundred and eight is not in the mood, talk!

"Qingyun, I'm leaving. Fang Yin nodded and smiled, straightened his clothes, and strode away with his bags on his back.

Walk, walk, walk, and there is no sound behind you.

Let's go, let's go, Fang Yin didn't look back.

Just like when I came, I don't know what the road ahead is, but I look for a path in the mountains, and the road is bumpy and uneven. Don't go to the mountain gate, leave quietly, who will remember Xiao Fangzi, there was once a little Taoist priest in Shangqing. Who gave me a sword, who justified my name, who accompanied me for a few cold and summer days, and who left me with my unfinished love. It turned out that Fang Yin really got a lot, a lot. Can't forget, can't forget again, Fang Yin will definitely remember it in his heart.

Look at the direction of Sansheng Peak, where there is a her.

Goodbye, the black ponytail, the bright goose yellow.

- If you can't forget it, then remember it.

Hit the road!

"Herod—"

A long hiss entered the ears and resounded in my heart for a long time!

Suddenly, looking back, the sky was dazzling, the sun was rising, and under the blue sky like the sea and the white flowing clouds, a green shadow rose from the high mountain slope, raising its head and hooves—

Time stands still. The picture freezes here.

"I-will-come back-come back-back-" With a long howl, Fang Yin was also very young.

The pride soared to the sky, and the sorrow disappeared without a trace.

Wait to trace the source, and then chase the dream!