Looking forward to the sky and fearing the dust, thinking too much makes it hard to open your wings.
This Song Sect lineage has been going on for thousands of years. The sect is located in Laojun Mountain. This mountain is divided into five peaks, with Daowang as the leader. The other four peaks are slightly lower and are located in the four directions. On each peak, there is a World Honored One sitting on the throne.
Taoist lectures. Only when there are gatherings in the sect for discussion, all the peaks will gather to watch the Taoism, at the top of the peak where pines grow and needles drop.
Surrounded by mountains and awe-inspiring green trees, we are on this peak. The group of people exited the main hall and came to the needle drop place.
"Senior sister, if there's nothing else, I'll go back." Ning Yin was a little bored and looked at the female body in front of her. The female body glanced back and said softly: "You go and do your own business. There are many people on the mountain recently.
, be more careful." "Yes! Senior sister." After hearing this, the disciples following behind responded and immediately dispersed.
"Aren't you clamoring to leave? Why don't you leave?" Li Wanrong watched everyone leave, and her eyes fell on Ning Yin, who was leaning on the stone railing and looking a little lazy. "Sister, you don't understand.
Well, what I want to leave is not here, but the serious atmosphere. If I am more casual, I am not very picky." Hearing Ning Yin's words, Li Wanrong rolled his eyes and exchanged looks with Ning Le.
, didn't want to pay attention to it at all. The three of them were in front of the stone fence, looking at the square below and the people who came to get started this time.
There are many figures in the square, some old and some young, some tall and some low. They are crowded together and do not communicate with each other. They only occasionally hold hands and smile to express politeness. Their eyes occasionally glance around, mixed with other emotions, and
Not simple. There are children in every group of people. They look like teenagers. Some of their eyes are full of joy, and some of them are slightly dim. But the same thing is that all of them are full of energy and presumably have superior qualifications.
generation.
"These people are both lucky and unfortunate." Ning Le suddenly said this. Li Wanrong looked at the scene, became interested, and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Ning Le did not answer, but Ning Yin spoke up. He said lazily: "What is there that you don't understand? Look at that scene, they were beautifully dressed, they must be rich people in the family, even though they are full of smiles at the moment
, but it’s like drawing a tiger on paper that can’t stand being touched.”
Li Wanrong couldn't deny it, but she still said: "My family is rich, that's what I was destined to do. How come I'm here with you, and it seems like it's a sin."
Ning Yin suddenly became energetic, straightened her body, leaned towards Li Wanrong, and said: "Senior sister, you see, although their family is rich, they are not rich enough. Those who are better than them don't have to stand here at all.
"Li Wanrong nodded and said: "That's true, what next?" Ning Yin turned her gaze to the distance and murmured: "Those who are not as good as them are still at the foot of the mountain. Those who can go up the mountain are worthy of it.
people."
"In this world, people stuck in the middle are always the easiest to do nothing, because they don't care about the people above, and they don't care about the people below. They are the only ones who are afraid of being suppressed by the above, and afraid of being surpassed by the below. If their hearts are always so heavy, then
How can we travel proudly in the sky?" Ning Le said, revealing the mystery.
For a moment, the three of them stopped talking and looked at the people in the square quietly at the stone railing.
The people in the square did not know that they had been scrutinized by others. The fathers in the crowd looked at their children with pride in their expressions. They looked at the young children, as if they saw the young
themselves, as if they had lived a new life. Thinking back to their regrets in the first half of their lives, thinking that they must complete it this time. And those children in the crowd, like stars holding the moon, kept looking at everything around them with their agile eyes.
They are all so novel, and the brush paints the world in their eyes. It's just a pity that some of them have to be filled in by others before they start to have their own ideas.
Zhou Yeqing was inexplicably panicked, and he couldn't care about anything else at the moment. He just wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible. He was running away helplessly, but suddenly his ankles tightened, and a strong force came, and Zhou Yeqing was dragged to the ground.
"Ding~ding~ding~" Suddenly an unusual sound fell into my ears at an inappropriate time.
Zhou Yeqing followed the sound and saw that it was a white bell. It was lying there quietly on the ground. It should have been in his arms. He felt strong on his feet and the wisteria was dragging him. Zhou Yeqing gritted his teeth.
He dug hard at the soil, his fingers were broken, and the blood soaked out and mixed with the soil, but he ignored it. He struggled and didn't want to be pulled in, because he saw the white bell. The white bell that his mother gave him belonged to
Father's white bell.
The strength on his feet was getting stronger and stronger. Zhou Yeqing watched helplessly as he was getting farther and farther away from Bai Ling. In a hurry, he suddenly turned over and stood up. Using Gang Qi in his hand, he used his hand as a knife and squatted sideways.
Cut to the feet!
The wisteria was in pain, and the thorns wrapped around the feet tightened more and more. The sharp thorns pointed straight into the bones, and blood suddenly flowed like water. Zhou Yeqing was also in pain, and he exerted all his energy. Regardless, he slashed at the wisteria with all his strength, and after several blows
, and then the wisteria was broken. After this blow, the wisteria also retreated in fear, and its momentum temporarily slowed down.
Without the pull of Wisteria, Zhou Yeqing limped and hurriedly came over to pick up the white bell. He knelt on the ground, holding the white bell in his hands, holding it against his chest, breathing heavily.
"Mother...Mother..."
The strange thing is that the wisteria also fell silent at this moment and did not attack him again. After a while, Zhou Yeqing took the white bell back and looked at the wisteria. Seeing that it did not move, he collapsed on the ground.
Pain kept coming from his feet, and Zhou Yeqing looked at his ankles. He saw that the flesh was rolled up, and a purple thorn vine was like a wrist ring, buried deeply in the flesh, like a huge earthworm, slowly
Squirming. Looking at the scene on his feet, Zhou Yeqing was both afraid and disgusted.
He could feel the thorns on his ankles getting tighter and tighter. Even though he was scared, he still used his Gangqi to make a knife with his hands and stretched out towards his ankles. After taking two heavy breaths, as if to encourage himself, Zhou Yeqing closed his eyes.
Eye.
"Ah!" As soon as he touched the thorn vine, there was a sudden burst of pain, which was so painful that his brain was numb. For a moment, Zhou Yeqing's body spasmed, his hands and feet were trembling, and his teeth could not be clenched tightly to stop the pain.
The thorn vine seemed to feel the crisis, and suddenly began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. The long thorns were sharp, breaking bones and sucking marrow. Zhou Yeqing was in unbearable pain and rolled on the ground uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the place was filled with wailing.
He grabbed a handful of mud and stuffed it into his mouth. He forced himself to sit up and stared at his ankles. Sweat flowed uncontrollably, instantly soaking his clothes. A bulging vein appeared on his forehead at some point.
"If we don't take action, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my feet, no! I have to go find my mother! I haven't seen Gillian yet! I want my feet! I want my feet!" Zhou Yeqing shouted in his heart, his eyes filled with tears.
It was madness and determination! He used his hand as a knife, trembling a little, but still stubbornly stretched it to his ankle.
"Hmm!............"
There is a deepness in the young man's throat, which is covered with glory.