Sword energy spans a hundred thousand miles When the wine is in the heart, the sorrow is even more sorrowful; when it is cold, the sorrow is even more sorrowful.
When the wine is in the heart, the sorrow is even more sorrowful; when it is cold, the sorrow is even more sorrowful.
Duanyin Land and Blackwater Lake regained their tranquility after the earth shook.
On the shore of the lake, a flickering light of fire moved, and two shadows fell around it. Looking closer, they saw an old man and a young man. Zhou Yeqing held a wooden stick and lit the fire. He pouted and looked at it with a look of resentment.
The old man opposite. The old man was still half lying down, looking lazy. At this moment, after taking two sips of wine, he became drowsy again.
Seeing this, Zhou Yeqing held the fire stick in his hand for a moment, unable to sit still. "Old man, didn't you just say that the black python was just a clone? You haven't said why yet." The old man's eyes were dull and lifeless.
As if out of focus, when asked by the gangster, he seemed to have fallen from a high building while half asleep, his body shook violently, and half of his red eyes had to be exposed.
"Hey~ cough cough cough..." The old man drank the wine and seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. He kept coughing. When he felt comfortable, he took the gourd and took another sip of wine to moisten his throat.
Zhou Yeqing looked at him from the opposite side with a bitter look.
"You bastard, your qualifications are too poor, your mind is not clear at all, how can you go to the mountain like this~" The old man said this incomprehensively, Zhou Yeqing was confused and confused.
Word.
The old man sighed when he saw the confused boy, and shook his head helplessly. "Have you seen the back half of the black python?" After blinking, Zhou Yeqing pondered for a moment, and then said: "
It seems to have fallen back into the water." He was not sure, after all, there was so much chaos at the time that he didn't pay attention to it.
"I just saw it on the shore." The old man said this casually. Zhou Yeqing was startled, then he burst into joy and said hurriedly: "Really?!"
He reached the old man's side in just a few steps and looked into his innocent big eyes.
The old man half-stretched himself and looked back at Zhou Yeqing with disgust, his eyes filled with sadness. "What the hell! Look at how anxious you are? The so-called true man cannot express his emotions and anger, and his likes and dislikes cannot be expressed in words.
If joy is not overflowing on the face, life or death will not be determined by heaven. If you look at you again, there are only a few words left on your face." Beside him, Zhou Yeqing felt that his brain was not enough, and he subconsciously made a sound."
ah?"
"I'm a fool?!" The old man lost his temper in front of this elm knot and said angrily. When Zhou Yeqing heard this, he suddenly leaned back, with a look of unbearable sympathy on his face. After a long while
, then said softly and timidly: "Old man, when did you realize that you were a fool?"
The old man couldn't hold back a sip of wine, and there was a pop! The flames of the fire surged. He glanced at Zhou Yeqing, and saw that the old man looked lifeless and fell down helplessly.
"That's when you come!"
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The sky is white and the sun is about to rise. Looking back, the sun is rising.
It was cold on the shore of the lake. The old man drank wine and rested his head on a gourd. With a flushed face and snoring, he had a good sleep. Zhou Yeqing was unlucky. He could carry a load by the fire in the first half of the night, but the fog was thick in the second half of the night.
The frost was falling, and the air-conditioning penetrated directly into his bones. There was no other way, so Zhou Yeqing could only try his best to make the fire as bright as possible. When he couldn't hold it anymore, he got up and did a set of boxing techniques to relax his body.
The morning glow is beautiful, reflecting the east. A ray of warm color dispels the cold air and rolls into the world of mortals. Zhou Yeqing felt a little heat on his face, shivering, he opened his eyes, and an embrace of white mist came out of his mouth.
"It's finally dawn."
The old man murmured, stretched out his body, and woke up. He chatted in vain, looking a little dazed, and was lost in thought for a while. Then the old man sat up and casually glanced at the sobbing fire.
The old man hugged Zhou Yeqing next to him like a quail. The old man didn't say anything, but just nodded without any trace, as if he was satisfied.
"You're not a smart kid, but your body is very rough." The old man said jokingly. Zhou Yeqing turned his head stiffly and grinned, which was considered a response. The old man sighed softly, stretched, and then stood up.
Shaking his arms and legs, he slowly walked towards the river bank.
Zhou Yeqing's face was numb and frozen, and his little arms and legs couldn't be used for a while. He made several moves and couldn't get up. The old man felt that there was no movement behind him, so he turned around in confusion, and waited until he saw the bastard.
Looking so desolate, he laughed unconsciously.
"You are so young, is this not possible?"
As he said that, he turned around and walked over, patting Zhou Yeqing's thin shoulder. For a moment, Zhou Yeqing felt a warmth flowing along the old man's palm, passing over his shoulder, and flowing all over his body in just a few breaths.
The cold and fatigue were all gone.
"Huh~" He let out a long breath, and Zhou Yeqing suddenly felt refreshed and his heart felt warm. The old man became angry again when he saw the gangster, smiled, and walked towards the river bank.
After getting up, Zhou Yeqing raised his fists and kicked his legs. He shouted with satisfaction, and then he followed the old man to the river. "Old man, have you found a feasible method?" The old man looked at Heyang with a proud look on his face. "Then.
It’s natural.”
Then the old man looked at Zhou Yeqing and said: "I will pull the flag, and you will do the fighting." With a look of doubt on his face, Zhou Yeqing's eyes flickered, and he hesitated and spoke unconfidently. "That... old man
........This matter is very important...can I...do it?"
The old man smiled mysteriously, turned towards the river, looked at the intersection of the seventy-two places, and sighed without any clue: "It's not whether you can do it, it's whether you can do it." "Why?" Zhou Yeqing continued in confusion.
Asked. But when the old man said this, he stopped talking. He just said that the secret of heaven is so unspeakable.
On the bank of the river, the old man began to cast a spell. The black and white gourd came out from his waist and stood up from the ground. The gourd was the heart and stretched out like a big bowl upside down, sealing the world.
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Zhou Yeqing was astonished and speechless, and was yearning for it in his heart. The old man saw that the method was completed, so he told the gangster: "I will help you get to the center of the river center. Don't worry. If anything happens, even if the old man doesn't want his life, he will
I'll keep you safe." After saying that, he made some fingerprints and waved his sleeves. Zhou Yeqing felt his body sinking, and he was in mid-air, heading towards the center of the lake.
Full of surprise, Zhou Yeqing looked at a cluster of clouds at his feet. He was walking on the clouds now, like a real immortal. But just for a moment, he suddenly thought of something, and turned around and shouted towards the lake shore.
The old man was very calm. He looked at the bastard going away with satisfaction in his eyes. "This kid is destined for me." This thought had just arisen. Before he could relax, he heard another voice coming from the sky.
The voice of a gangster.
"Old man! You should give me something!!!!"
Hearing this, the old man's white beard trembled uncontrollably. "You can't carve rotten wood! You can't carve it!!" shouted angrily from the shore of the lake.