"How can someone kill you!" Qinglian snorted, rolled her clear eyes, and knocked on the door of her awakened head with her bare hands.

"So, I won't kill human rights when I wake up! I said, I don't have to kill people to kill human rights" Su Xing covered his forehead in protest, and Qinglian was really wronged suddenly.

The moon stars are sparse, the night sky is pitch black, the moonlight is scattered like a bloom, and the clusters of flowers are swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance is wafting.

Su Xing looked at Qinglian's pretty face like a white porcelain gilded with silver edges, and asked seriously, "Did you run up the back mountain and stay in the old pine tree all the time?"

"Well, why did you faint?" the girl asked curiously, with a white goose-like neck, "Strange man, the ghost's body is very weak!"

"Void, your body is only weak!" woke up and was stunned, almost distracted by Qinglian's innocence, but he was hovering on the edge of death.

If you wake up this time, you don't even need to go to the ghost gate, you will be wiped out directly, and the Three Realms will disappear forever!

Awakening's eyes rolled, and he tried to mobilize the "thoughts" in the heavenly soul slightly, but the pain that hit him like a tide in an instant made him gasp and had to give up.

"What's wrong with you, weird?" Qinglian asked again, her bright eyes full of concern.

"I'm not vain!" Su Xing said word by word, staring at Qinglian's eyes, really angry.

"Let me think about it," Wake said, continuing to rest squarely on the girl's lap, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

The evening breeze is blowing, the night in early summer is still a little cool, but it is just right, the shade of the trees is swaying, the moon hangs on the treetops, the lawn is falling wave after wave, wave after wave up, just like the blue waves of Qinghai.

The mercury moonlight sprinkled on the black hair like a waterfall, the silver silk grass was finely woven, and the charming light flowed on the hair, just like the simple girl, the crystal clear heart like a jewel.

Wake up and try to affect the "thought", sometimes grinning in pain and gasping for air.

"Strange man, what are you doing?" the girl was curious and distressed, and when she saw that she had awakened, she ignored her, so she had to comb her unkempt hair alone.

"Tsk, this is tweaking the animal!" he thought to himself, feeling a little strange, painful and happy.

After some hard work, Su Xing finally pulled out a trace of ghost thoughts, swept over the old pine tree, and found that the old pine tree did not isolate the effect of ghost thoughts.

"Why didn't you 'show' it on my mind!" exclaimed Awakening.

"What?" Qinglian didn't understand what Su Xing said.

"No, nothing. Su Xing shook his head, sat upright, and said to Qinglian seriously, "The world is cruel, you are too stupid, you are easily deceived. ”

"En!" Qinglian nodded heavily, waking up and not knowing how to instill such a thought once.

"I'm going to tell you something very cruel next!" Su Xing said in a deep voice, he hoped that Qinglian would be mentally prepared.

Not surprisingly, Qinglian nodded heavily, her innocent face full of seriousness.

Su Xing glanced at the girl who was ignorant of the world, sighed secretly, and the old man who made the bamboo was hunted down and killed by the enemy, and she was not a human being, she may be a supernatural, and she was not the granddaughter of the old man who made the bamboo, etc., and stated in a calm tone.

Afraid that Qinglian wouldn't believe it, he woke up and took out the black Karakuri box and handed it to Qinglian.

"I know. ”

Unexpectedly, the girl was calm and calm, without much sadness, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

When I woke up, my heart trembled, and when I saw the girl, for some reason, a kind of sadness arose.

Really, sometimes, laughing is sadder than crying.

"Not long ago, my grandfather stopped me. ”

The girl's smile was faint, as if she was stuck in a memory.

"Grandpa said, Qinglian, you are not small, you should face reality. So he told me everything about my background and so on."

"I was originally a green lotus in the Heavenly Realm, and my grandfather was a traitor to the Laojun Sect.

For the first fifty years, I was just an ordinary green lotus in the West Pond. Fifty years ago, my grandfather was still chasing and fleeing under the Lao Junjiao.

In the next fifty years, I changed from a green lotus to an ordinary girl. In the next fifty years, Grandpa went from being a traitor to being a grandfather"

Qinglian calmly recounts a story, a hundred years long, long and simple, simple but warm.

Awakening was startled at first, but then he just listened quietly.

A hundred years ago, the old man who made bamboo was still empty, or Tianjiao was lonely, and he lived under the endless pursuit of the Laojun Sect.

In the first fifty years of a hundred years, Tianjiao was lonely, he went up and down to the Yellow Spring, cultivated the Yin God and the Yang God, learned to transform one qi and three heads and six arms, and looked for a treasure medicine that could heal the serious injuries left by the sect leader, just for revenge.

In the fiftieth year of the century, Lonely saw the West Pond with lotus leaves and blue sky in the heavenly realm, and saw the full pool of green lotus in the West Pond bathed in divine thunder.

When a divine thunder came down, only one green lotus survived, and the rest of the green lotus turned into powder or essence, moisturizing the only green lotus, so that the ordinary green lotus was no longer ordinary, and became a peerless treasure medicine.

In the midst of destruction, a new life was born, and in an instant, the lonely Dao heart fluctuated, and he knew that he had found a treasure medicine that could treat serious injuries, so he picked the green lotus.

The world is unpredictable, the blue lotus of Xichi, the only green lotus, survived under the destructive and terrifying divine thunder, but it could not escape the fate of death.

But at the moment when Lonely was about to refine Qinglian into a divine pill, the mighty vitality rippled, and Qinglian landed and emitted Dao treasure light, turning into an ignorant girl.

After fifty years, Lonely Wuxiao became an old man who braided bamboo, and lived a secluded life with Qinglian, changing in every village, so that the girl's memory stayed at the innocent fifteen-year-old.

Maybe the old man who weaves bamboo is afraid of giving birth to family affection for young girls, so he is so indifferent and ruthless.

But unconsciously, the old man who braided the bamboo became the girl's grandfather, living in seclusion in one village after another, he began to think, the concept of revenge began to change, he not only thought about himself, but also thought about the future of Qinglian.

So, after fifty years, the old man who made bamboo went to the Yellow Spring again and found a talisman seal and a pill.

The story is plain and long-lasting, during which there is no depiction of a shocking war, no escape from life and death, more of a calm and stable life.

The awakening was at first amazed, then calm, and at the end of the day, he was shocked.

With the wisdom of awakening, through pushing and knocking, he got more information than Qinglian.

The old man who made up the bamboo was really scheming, could it be that he had the news that he had entrusted Qinglian to me from the beginning, and he had already expected that the Laojun Church would come to the door?

Wake up and speculate secretly, more and more I feel that "ginger is still old and spicy", and the scheming of the old man who weaves bamboo can be described as terrifying, one step is counted as a hundred steps, and even fifty years of layout!

What made him change his mind so much?

Su Xing's gaze couldn't help but fall on Qinglian, and he felt a silent family affection.

This kind of family affection has no blood bonds, no commitment ties, and not even much warmth, but it is truly comparable to steel under ice water!

"Oh, wouldn't you be a fifty-year-old woman. No, maybe longer!" Su Xing saw that Qinglian's eyes were lowered, and a trace of loneliness was hidden in her bright and transparent eyes, so she said with a big grin.

"You're the old woman!" Qinglian puffed out her cheeks and rewarded her with a pink fist.

"Are you 'ghost-eyed' or 'ghost-eyed'!" Su Xing covered his eyes and screamed in pain on the ground.

"Poof"

Qinglian was amused by the awakened bear, and swept away the haze.

"Hey, your grandfather entrusted you to me!" he said.

"Cut. Qinglian pouted, "I'm going to find grandpa!"

Su Xing was immediately stunned, and hurriedly grabbed her: "How do you find it, it is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack! Besides, if you lose it, grandpa will not let me go in the spirit of heaven!"

"You're just in the Spirit of Heaven!" Qinglian was really angry, her eyes widened, and she turned around and punched Su Xing again.

Wake up and beg for a beating, and say that kind of unbeaten.

Grandpa in the spirit of heaven will not let him go? Isn't that the old man who cursed the bamboo misfortune!

"When did you become so violent!" Su Xing scolded and said seriously, "Your grandfather is an injured Shangyuan Realm monk, and it is difficult to protect him in the face of three monks of the same realm!"

"You still say!" Qinglian's silver teeth gritted crisply, and she couldn't open any pot when she woke up.

"Anyway!" Su Xing was just about to change the subject, Qinglian sharpened her teeth and prepared to bite him.

"Weirdo, don't stop me, I'm serious. The girl said, with a serious face and a resolute expression.

Awakened and silent, he knew that Lu Dao couldn't dissuade him, so he had to watch Qinglian's back disappear into the night.

"By the way, take your grandpa's things, maybe it will help you find your grandpa!" called out to the night, breathing a sigh of relief.

"To be honest, I don't believe that the old man who weaves bamboo is so cunning and cunning that he will simply die. And I handed over the hot potato, maybe for Qinglian, it can save her life. I don't believe that the old man of the bamboo will kindly hand over to me the treasures of the Laojun Sect, most of which can be located. ”

Lying on the lawn, he plucked a grass stalk and put it in his mouth, his head tilted towards the night when Qinglian disappeared, and the worry in his eyes betrayed what he was thinking at this time.

It shouldn't be fine, although Qinglian is an innocent girl, she is still a treasure medicine, and she is the most useless little demon

The more he woke up, the worse it became, and suddenly a gust of fragrant wind hit his head, and his eyes were dark and unconscious.

On the edge of the 100,000 Great Mountain, the black and swarthy mountain range shattered, the ground cracked, the giant trees were in disarray, and the battle of the Shangyuan Realm scared away most of the lives.

"Click"

The sound of a branch being trampled on was so distinct in the silence of the mountains.

Far from the center of the battle, under the peak of a mountain that had been crumbled by the aftermath of the battle, the gray mountain rock suddenly blurred, and an old man with a bamboo pole walked out, he tore off the yellow talisman attached to the center of his eyebrows, and muttered.

"Thanks to the Taixu Stealth Talisman and the True Body Pill, this deceived Li Fengyu and didn't make him suspicious. Now that Tianjiao is lonely and the emptiness of the Laojun Sect is really dead, from now on there will only be an old man who weaves bamboo, and a granddaughter's grandfather!"

The old man who suddenly appeared in the Cangmang Mountain Range outside the 100,000 Great Mountains was the old man who made bamboo, and in the Dongxuan Linglong Golden Pagoda, the one who was killed by Li Fengyu, the leader of the Laojun Sect, was just the "doppelganger" of the old man who made bamboo!

It turned out that the old man who made up the bamboo had already prepared to steal the sky, and after stealing with the ordinary invisibility talisman, he shifted his shape and transposition many times, so that the Yuan Shen subdued the True Body Pill, and then appeared instead of the real body, and the main body was pasted with the Taixu Invisibility Talisman to hide, thus planning a "Tanuki for the Prince"!

In order to make the "play" more realistic and force out Li Fengyu who was hidden behind the scenes, the old man who made up the bamboo did not hesitate to let the "lonely" reappear, sacrificing the Yuan God, the Yang God, and the Yin God, and casting the big spell of turning into one qi and three heads and six arms, and even the bamboo of the "bamboo pole" was broken!

"It's okay for the treasure to let them take it back, but I don't know what happened to Dao Qinglian and Su Xiaozi?" The old man showed a rare smile, took out a simple compass from his arms, and wiped his thin palm on the surface of the compass

(The story of Grandpa and Qinglian has been told~ a hundred-year-long story, and in his awakened life, he is only a bystander, but that is also his story.)

A book is the interweaving of countless stories, and a story is the interweaving of countless encounters. I tell stories, and you listen to stories, not the people in the stories, but you care about the things in the stories. It's like a poem: you decorate other people's dreams, the bright moon decorates your windows, the people watching the scenery look upstairs, you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. ）