"Life is like a artistic conception, its splendor is presented in every turning and ups and downs."
Wu Maxi stood in front of the window and suddenly thought of Ge Xuanming's words. She originally thought that this trip to the northwest would end with an embarrassing escape, but she didn't want Wen Song to suddenly jump out to avoid disasters.
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The heavy rain outside the window was still pouring endlessly, hitting the roof tiles with a clear and dense sound.
A green chariot appeared in the field of vision, walking on the street paved with bluestones in the heavy rain. The green sword wildebeest pulling the chariot seemed to be a machine made of stone, walking at a steady pace, walking quietly like an ink painting.
on the street.
During the days when they were driving corpses in the southwest, Wu Maxi and her father had also trudged in such heavy rain. They knew that this was by no means a pleasant journey. God's bad temper was enough to make the fragile travelers collapse. But even in this time
In bad weather, there is never a shortage of poor people running for life. This is the true face of this world.
"Roar!"
A loud roar suddenly sounded in the rainstorm, and the whole world trembled. The rainstorm stopped amidst the roar, with only a few sparse drops falling to the ground, like the tears of a child's grievance.
Wuma Xi stood calmly leaning against the window, looking at the Immortal Residence not far away. That rare and exquisite building in the northwest was crumbling in the sky.
"ha!"
The roar sounded again, and the rain poured down again immediately following the roar.
After shaking violently, the Immortal House began to collapse like an avalanche. Broken tiles and eaves were flying everywhere, and a broken beam fell in the air, like a giant stick waved by the gods, towards the slowly passing green plane.
The chariot crashed down fiercely.
The man in the coir raincoat who was driving the car jumped up, like a koi leaping out of the water, and swept his leg over the thick nanmu beam. He immediately cut the beam into two pieces, and the long section hit the bluestone pavement heavily.
On the floor, a short section of echo shot into the sky where the rain was raging, appearing before Wu Ma Xi's eyes like a cannonball.
Wu Maxi was startled. He opened his bow and activated his artistic conception instantly. He narrowly escaped with his body. The broken beam flew up diagonally, grazing the corner of his clothes, and disappeared after smashing through the roof, leaving only a ferocious hole, like a hole in the sky.
Howling beast's mouth.
Wu Maxi stood in front of the shattered window, watching the green chariot with a vague outline in the heavy rain driving out of her sight at a constant speed, and took a deep breath with lingering fear.
"Uncle Ning, what happened outside?" A clear voice came from inside the carriage, sounding like a gentle girl.
"Shenxianju collapsed, it's no big deal." The driver's voice was cheerful, but there was obvious worry in his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. There was a disc spread out in his palm, and the texture of the disc was shiny.
It was like white jade, but it was covered with dense micro-cracks. He sighed imperceptibly, put the disc away, raised his head and drove forward.
The simple green chariot drove slowly up the wide Jingzu Street. The man in the coir raincoat driving the car gently swung the reins in his hands, and the sword-horned horse, as if it was understanding, quickened its pace and trotted towards the city gate in the distance.
"Uncle Ning, it's raining so hard outside, you'd better sit in the car." The voice in the car sounded again, floating clear and bright in the humid air.
The man driving the car showed a smile, turned back and said to the car: "How can it be done without anyone driving? I'm wearing a raincoat, it's okay. Xiaoyu, you have a good sleep in the car, the journey is still long."
"I'm not sleepy." The voice in the car was silent for a moment and then sounded again, "Uncle Ning, can't we wait until the rain stops before leaving?"
The man driving the car laughed and said: "This little rain is nothing. When Uncle Ning was young, he drove in heavy rain when the dragon raised its head. Just sleep peacefully. Maybe as soon as you open your eyes, we will
Already arrived at the destination.”
"Uncle Ning, is everything going to be fine once we get to Chili?" The girl's voice contained a hint of sadness and worry, which seemed to blend in with the sound of the dripping rain.
"Of course, Mr. Hu is Master's best friend. As long as we get there, we will be safe." The driver's voice was very relaxed, but his eyebrows were furrowed. After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "Uncle, I want to remember something."
The funny thing is, when the signboard of Shenxianju was knocked down just now, everyone else was running, but one person stood there stupidly, and quickly covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers, and then he was hit by that piece of cake.
The big signboard was smashed down."
"Ah! Then... nothing will happen to him!"
"Don't worry, that guy is very strong." The man in the raincoat said with a smile, "His beard is as long as a shovel. Maybe he can dig a hole from underneath and get out on his own later."
The crisp laughter came from inside the carriage, making the man in raincoat relax a lot.
The green chariot quickly passed through the dilapidated North City Gate and drove onto the gray Zhuangzhou Road outside the city.
The area between Manghuang and Chili is a rare mountainous area in the northwest. Zhuangzhou Road, which connects the two places, also has twists and turns that are rare on roads in the northwest. It is known as three twists, six twists and eleven bends.
There is also a very famous allusion about this road, called "Giving Dreams and Bright Minds".
It is said that Ye Shan, the founder of the Ku Shi sect, was a prodigal when he was young and wandered around with nothing to do all day long. One day, he met the butterfly dream master Zhuang Zhou outside Manghuang City and asked Zhuang Zhou to give him a dream. That night Ye Shan dreamed
In a dream, Zhuang Zhou asked Ye Shan what his wish was. Ye Shan replied that he would spend his whole life building a road connecting Manghuang and Chili.
As soon as he made this wish, Ye Shan woke up. After waking up, he cursed Zhuang Zhou. After he finished cursing, he started to build the road. It took sixty-four years for the road to be completed. On the day when the road was completed, Ye Shan became a master.
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Today, Kushi, which was extremely famous back then, has long disappeared in the long river of history, but this road has survived, still connecting Manghuang and Chili, and it has become more and more popular with the development of Chili over the years.
bustling.
As the only main road between the two places, the road condition of Zhuangzhou Road is still good. The road paved with gravel can be used by four carriages in parallel. Even in heavy rain, it is not too difficult to walk. The hooves of the sword wildebeest are even.
The ground stepped on the road, only a thin curtain of water splashed up, and the green chariot moved quickly towards the red gravel amidst the sound of hoofbeats and rain.
The heavy rain made Zhuangzhou Road frighteningly lonely. The places a little further away were blurred by the heavy rain, and the scenery on both sides of the road became unreal.
The green chariot turned the second of three turns, six twists and eleven turns, and a vague figure appeared on the road in front of him, moving forward slowly. The green chariot quickly approached the other party, a burly figure with a tall back.
I walked very calmly in the heavy rain, neither slow nor fast.
The green chariot passed the figure without any pause, and soon disappeared around the corner not far away.
"Uncle Ning, we should give him a ride. No one should see it in this weather."
"Young people won't die if they get caught in the rain." The driver smiled bitterly and stroked his forehead with his left hand. His head began to feel dizzy again, and the road in his eyes began to become blurry.
He took a deep breath and used his weak right hand to barely keep the green chariot moving steadily.
The dizziness became more and more severe, and there was an unpredictable stinging pain swimming in his head. His face became pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead under the hat.
"That group of bastards." He cursed fiercely in his heart.
A strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged up, making him lie on the side of the car and retching. After a while, the nausea gradually subsided, and his whole body began to become paralyzed. The gray road transformed into many lines in his field of vision, like snakes.
The ground twists.
He took out the disk with his trembling left hand, held it tightly in his palm, and breathed heavily.
After a while, the numbness gradually subsided and my vision began to become clearer.
"Snapped!"
A slight sound came from the palm of his hand. He opened his palm, and the disc in his palm had already been broken into gray powder. The wind brought heavy rain and hit him diagonally, instantly washing away the powder in his hand.
There was an expression of torn pain on his face.
"what to do?"
Paralysis reappeared like a ghost, occupying his entire body, and his vision was a messy shadow.
Two streams of blood suddenly flowed out of his nose. He covered it tightly with his left hand, and the blood soon overflowed the entire back of his hand.
"Hold on, hold on." The voice came out from between the red fingers, vague and dry.
However, the power quickly dried up in his body. His body began to shake on the car, and the amplitude became larger and larger. After a while, he fell down. The horned horse continued to walk forward for dozens of steps, and slowly stopped at the roadside.
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"Uncle Ning, why did you stop?" A confused voice sounded in the carriage. After a moment, a beautiful little hand opened the blue door curtain of the carriage, revealing a graceful and beautiful face.
The empty carriage shaft was beaten hard by the slanting rain.
"Uncle Ning, where are you?" The girl looked around in panic at the cabin of the car, but what caught her eyes was the pale torrential rain in the sky.
She jumped down from the shaft of the car and searched on the road. The raging rainstorm quickly soaked her green clothes, leaving her figure as helpless as a wandering ghost.
When she saw the man in raincoat lying on the road, she almost rolled over and crawled over.
The man in the raincoat had lost consciousness. His face washed clean by the rain showed a faint purple color. Golden silk threads extended from the center of his eyebrows and covered his entire face, making his face look scary and frightening, like
Purple wall invaded by ivy.
"Uncle Ning!" The girl's heart-piercing cry made the man in raincoat slightly open his eyes, but then closed them weakly.
She used her artistic conception to drag the man back into the car, but no matter how much her therapeutic artistic conception was used, the man still did not respond.
Golden flowers began to bloom on his skin, making his skin extremely hot. White mist rose from his soaked clothes under the heat.
A tall black figure slowly passed by the left window of the carriage. The girl, who had already lost her soul, seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw. She quickly got out of the carriage and came to the other person, pulling the other person's sleeves and crying for help.
The man in black had a messy beard and hair, a broad body, and a pair of tired eyes. He looked at the girl for a moment and then followed her into the car without saying a word.
The golden flowers on the face of the man in the coir raincoat bloomed more and more brilliantly, shimmering with golden light, as hot as the sun. When the golden light was the brightest, the man in the coir raincoat suddenly opened his eyes, and a messy sound came from his trembling lips.
the sound of.
The man in black leaned closer and heard those few broken syllables that seemed to be the word "Master".
The man in the raincoat suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand grabbed the man in black's left palm with lightning speed. The force was astonishing, as if it was going to crush the bones of both of them. However, this force quickly weakened, and the man in the raincoat quickly weakened.
His face quickly turned gray, and he stared closely at the face of the man in black in front of him, tears falling down, only his lips still moving slightly.
The man in black leaned down to listen, and only heard one word: "Please..." dd