Xuan Yantian turned her head slightly, as if she didn't want to see Wang Yuan and suffer Wang Yuan's cynicism. However, with her identity and status, even if Xuan Yantian was not arrogant, she still had some influence and was influenced by a man.
The little disciple of Immortal Dao would be a little unbearable to laugh at him.
Suddenly Xuan Yantian's eyes flashed brightly, and she thought of the man in the cave and grotto who showed no signs of life, but pointed at the sky and cursed in the drizzle, and even murmured a name. That name was when he was close to death.
They have to talk about it, which shows how important it is to him.
Under the night, Xuan Yantian's beautiful eyes were so charming. She gently pulled her playful hair around her ears, then turned slightly to look at Wang Yuan. This smile was so charming.
"That day...in the cave, maybe you were unconscious. Who was that woman named Xiaoxuan?" Xuan Yantian blinked her bright eyes and looked at Wang Yuan expectantly.
Wang Yuan's chest seemed to have been hit hard, his eyes instantly turned cold, and he suddenly lowered himself close to Xuan Yantian. The strong air flow blew up Xuan Yantian's long eyelashes, and the three thousand black hairs also swayed.
A murderous intent spread, and this murderous intent enveloped Xuan Yantian's body, but Xuan Yantian remained unmoved. Even though the murderous intent was violent, it could not affect her.
"How did you know!?" There was only an inch between Wang Yuan and Xuan Yantian. As long as Wang Yuan took another step forward, the two of them would collide, and their breathing would be so clear.
Xuan Yan was born to have been in a high position for a long time. She had never been stared at by someone so close. She felt a little weak and her pretty face flushed slightly, but she still raised her head high and said with a blue breath: "Why should I tell you?"
Listening to Xuan Yantian's somewhat playful words, Wang Yuan narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands behind him tightly, really wanting to slap them down.
"You'd better forget this name, because no one deserves to remember her at all!" Wang Yuan's voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly stepped back and sat on the stone bench. A faint sadness instantly surged into his heart, and he picked up the
Wine glass, drink away your sorrows.
Wang Yuan's changing aura was a little strange, and it was a bit out of place with the loud drinking fight between the monkeys and the bull demon in the distance.
How can we forget the days of loneliness and hardship for more than two hundred years?
One glass after another, at this moment, he drank much more wine than he had drank in more than two hundred years. Perhaps it was also because of the "fruit wine", which was not bitter in the mouth and did not burn when it flowed into the stomach.
Xuan Yantian sat quietly on the side, her black hair flying, her eyes like water, as if covered with mist, giving people a dreamlike feeling. The same is true for her, sitting with a man for so long has already exceeded her previous time.
The years of cultivation.
Suddenly, with a flick of his sleeves, a piece of plain Qin appeared on the stone table. Xuan Yantian looked at Wang Yuan gently. The beauty was playing the Qin, accompanied by the moon.
Green onion jade fingers plucked the strings, making a crisp tinkling sound. The sound of the piano was like flowing water. A hint of sadness was revealed in the song "Mountain Water", but the tune was very soft, like the softness of feathers and like whispering in the ears. Beauty with blue hair
The long hair flows down the white lotus root-like arm under the long sleeves, falls on the strings of the piano, and beats with the sound of the piano.
The wine glass on Wang Yuan's lips trembled slightly, but he did not raise his head. He closed his eyes and only used his ears to feel it. The meaning of the song was so consistent with the sorrow in his heart that his hands began to tremble slightly.
Xuan Yantian seemed not to want the group of monkeys and bull demons to hear the sound of the piano, so he sealed the place with spiritual energy before doing so.
What the qin player looks forward to most is to have someone listening across from him, and this person is definitely Wang Yuan.
The bitter memory was evoked, like a cup of bitter water spilled in my heart, causing ripples that could not be driven away. Suddenly, my eyes were in a trance, and a woman gradually came from a distance. Her face was very sad, and a gentle little hand put her
Rub it gently on Wang Yuan's cheek.
Wang Yuan's current behavior is like the panicked look in his eyes when he first met Xiaoxuan. He heard the sound of the piano and knew it was fake, but Wang Yuan couldn't bear to break away from it. He held his arm and Xu Xiaoxuan was held in his arms. He snuggled up and didn't want to lose her.
.
He buried his head and Wang Yuan asked that day, "Are you willing to be my wife, Wang Yuan?", and only Wang Yuan knew the answer. Seeing Xiaoxuan's beautiful and beautiful face gradually blushing, Wang Yuan slowly asked
Kiss her on the forehead.
"Ah!" A slight voice instantly broke the feeling, and the person in his arms turned into wisps of memories and disappeared. Wang Yuan was shocked. He anxiously wanted to keep these things with his hands, but when he held them in his hand,
A void.
The sound of the piano stopped there, Xuan Yantian's chest rose and fell like a deer, her cheeks were slightly red, she put away the piano with a wave of her jade hand, lowered her head and remained silent.
Wang Yuan sighed softly, seemingly not noticing Xuan Yantian's expression, picked up the wine glass, and left.
"You..." Xuan Yantian spoke softly, but had no further words.
The human figure gradually disappeared among the group of monkeys and bull demons. At this moment, most of the monkeys and bull demons were almost drunk. Some fell to the ground, some were lying on the table, and some were clinging to each other. In short, there were all kinds of strange things.
Among the monkeys and bull demons, Wang Yuan found the Little Saint and the Big Black Bull, but the Big Black Bull was already snoring loudly, with a round bubble hanging from his nostrils, growing bigger and smaller.
The little saint saw Wang Yuan and laughed, "My little grandson just used a little trick to get the big bull drunk. Let's see how he gets married tonight!" The little saint had already learned from the old monkey what marriage was.
Somehow, Wang Yuan felt relieved. He was slightly startled, shook his head, and said to himself: "I don't know how much wine I have eaten, but it seems that I am already a little drunk."
Little Shengmao waved Wang Yuan's hand, then jumped down from the stone bench and walked out of the mountain stream, with Wang Yuan following closely behind.
Following the Little Sage all the way up the Huaguo Mountain, and arriving at the Feitian Waterfall, the Little Sage smiled and said: "Brother Wang Yuan, my grandson heard from Ancestor Monkey that the reason why my ancestor, the Great Sage, became the Monkey King
After crossing such a long distance from here, we crossed the torrent waterfall and broke into the back of the waterfall. Guess what?"
Wang Yuan's eyes kept flashing, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Is there a cave behind the waterfall?"
"Hey, you and I can go and take a look and we'll find out!" Little Sheng suddenly jumped up and did not go directly to the stone bridge.
Without saying a word, Wang Yuan flew up and crossed the waterfall in an instant. But at the moment he crossed the waterfall, a strange force swept over him, but in just an instant, the force disappeared.
Plunging into the waterfall, a magical cave came into view. Wang Yuan landed on the edge of the cave, and the waterfall behind him was still flowing with great momentum.
Wang Yuan turned around strangely. He was wondering where that strange power came from. "This place has a lot of history. Let's take a look at why the little saint brought me here."
"Hey, hey! Over here!" Little Saint's voice reached Wang Yuan's ears through the echo, and Wang Yuan smiled and walked into the cave.
The first thing that catches the eye is a stone tablet. There is a line of regular script characters on the stone tablet, which is engraved with ten characters: "Huaguo Mountain Blessed Land, Water Curtain Cave Cave Heaven". These ten characters are completely natural, and the carvings are like Dao marks, like It was written by the heaven in nothingness.
In addition to this large stone slab, there are stone stoves, stone bowls, stone basins, stone beds, and stone benches in the cave. The little saint was lying on a stone chair with his legs crossed, holding a fruit and munching.
"Hey, how's my little grandson's cave?" The little saint ate up most of the fruit, jumped up, and squatted on the stone chair.
"It's a nest of heaven and earth. The little saint will really enjoy it." Wang Yuan smiled slightly.
"Alas." The little saint seemed to be discouraged and sighed a little. He waved his hairy hands and said, "It's of no use. My little grandson has lived here for hundreds of years and I'm tired of it a long time ago."
As he spoke, the little saint picked up a stone, threw it into a pool in the distance with a swipe, causing countless splashes and drifts, and the clear sound echoed in the cave.
Wang Yuan could tell that the little sage seemed troubled, so he stepped forward and waited for what the little sage would say next.
As expected, the Little Sage brought Wang Yuan here alone. In Wang Yuan's view, it was to avoid the ridicule of the big black bull. Does the Little Sage who has gone to heaven and earth still need to ask other people questions?
"Brother Wang Yuan, to be honest, Zuhou once told me that I should wait for someone to show up, and he also emphasized that it was a person." Little Saint blinked his golden eyes a few times and looked at him with energy. Wang Yuan.
When Wang Yuan heard the word "ancestral monkey", he immediately said to himself: "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely go and pay a visit to this ancestor monkey. If it is as magical as what the little saint and the monkeys said, and can know the future, then... ..." Thinking of this, Wang Yuan looked obviously excited.
The little saint continued: "My cultivation level is the same as that of Man Niu, but recently I have been unable to make any progress. I hope brother Wang Yuan can help me with some guidance."
Seeing Little Sage's anxious look, Wang Yuan smiled bitterly, "Little Sage, Wang's cultivation level is not even as good as yours, but Wang Yuan believes that once the boat reaches the bridge, it will be straight, and Little Sage's bottleneck will soon be broken through."
"Hey, my doubts have nothing to do with my cultivation. I just want to hear what brother Wang Yuan thinks about the word '生'." The little holy hair hand gestured in the air and wrote in the air with Jin Rui's magic power. A crooked word is the word "生".
Wang Yuan was a little surprised. What was surprising was that the little saint was confused about a word. What was also surprising was that he thought that the monkeys did not need to comprehend the practice, but it seems that his guess was wrong. The little saint's current cultivation level is equivalent to that of immortality. The Nascent Soul Dzogchen in the world is very terrifying. Therefore, it is necessary to understand the "source of the Tao", and the "source of the Tao" of the Little Sage is related to "life".
Wang Yuan took a deep breath. It seemed that he had never left the word "life and death" in his life. And Wang Yuan's plan was to understand the "source of life and death" after his cultivation reached the Nascent Soul stage, because he If you are lucky enough to have witnessed the door led by the "source of life and death" in the form of a question, it may be much easier to understand.
For more than two hundred years, Wang Yuan has practiced Taoism and has not wanted to understand the "source" of the Tao of Heaven. However, even if he takes himself as the Tao, it is difficult to break this shackles.
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