The red sun is on the mountain, and the flying bird is naturally wrapped in red silk. It leisurely flies from one mountain to another and slowly falls to another mountain. It only needs to flap its wings dozens of times to fly between the mountains. Fan, take your time.
It was at this juncture that Yun Zhong held Huang Long up with one arm, sat on the top of the mountain, and looked out at the deep dusk, coming from the sky, and the shadows of trees connected to the mountainside, lush and green, very beautiful and heavy. Although the twilight has never caught up with the young man's black clothes, it still creeps up on the young man's eyelids and face. It is also stained like a yellow dragon with blood. His mane is flowing, but he is actually quite comfortable. His golden scales are shaking all over his body, and he is lying on the young man's arms. On the shoulders, it seems to be in a false sleep. It's a good time to visit the garden and enjoy the scenery. The cool breeze from the north is blocked by the Huayuan Mountain, and the warm breeze from the south rushes straight into Yizhang. The sky is high and the clouds are clear. From time to time, a breeze rises from the mountains, sultry and caressing people's hair. Cheeks, it is difficult to have the slightest thought of holding a sword in hand.
The young man scratched the back of Huang Long's head, who was very lazy, and showed a little smile, but he could still see a little sadness in the face. He seemed to be talking to himself, stroking Huang Long's dragon head, which was the size of two chessboards, "Again It is the time when the wind blows in summer, but I don’t know where those old friends are, and I miss them very much when I talk about them, such as Li Fufeng, Tang Bufeng, or the former leader of the Taoist sect, the water in Qinshui Town. Sir, I don’t know whether you are still struggling in one place, or whether you have shaken off all the shackles and traveled around the world."
"Did Old Uncle Ye protect the golden carp, and could he meet his original sweetheart?"
The breeze blew slowly, blowing the hair on the young man's face. The setting sun was like blood, and his mood fluctuated for a moment.
Huanglong felt connected with his heart, and he was also aware of the young man's state of mind at this time. It was clear that the tide of the lake around him was rising and falling, but the young man sitting in the middle of the lake was more and more calm, as if he was standing like a stubborn stone, letting the surroundings The waves of the lake stirred up and then fell again. He remained motionless and as safe as a mountain. Even though he was very surprised, his two pearl-sized eyes fell on the young man. He looked at him again and again, but in the end he didn't see any flaws. He just felt that The next fisherman in front of me seems to be inferior in age and skills compared to the previous ones, but his character is really not that different.
Yun Zhong also slowly exhaled, but did not pay attention to Huang Long. Instead, he looked into the thick sea of clouds, and saw that the setting sun was like a flowing fire, spreading into the boundless sea of clouds for no reason, dyeing the latter into a fiery color, turning from bright red. It goes from vermilion to deep blood red, shaped like a pair of red agates inlaid on the mountainside, supplemented by jasper-like green trees and bamboos in the mountains, with flowers floating on the soil, as if it were a fairy palace.
"It's time to go and have a long experience. I have seen the human world, and I also want to see the so-called spiritual path. I always think about things, but I don't have the ability to change the situation. In the end, what should be the most important thing A sad thing, either you close your eyes and don't know it and don't care, or you know it and then act bravely. If you can really make your words and actions affect the world, you know clearly that the suffering in the world is not easy, but you are powerless. In my opinion, he is the most aggrieved and resentful person." Yan Jiaqing, who was dressed in short brown clothes, stepped forward and slapped Huang Long on the back of his head. Regardless of the latter's ferocious expression, he smiled briskly and said, "This fisherman hasn't passed all the stories yet. Boy Yun, if you really want to take action against me, you can try it a few times to see who suffers more. From now on, Boy Yun will be the one to control you, an immature beast like you. You need to be more careful. The better your temperament. If a kind and upright person gets angry, even you may not be able to handle it safely."
The young man seemed to have guessed that the person was Yan Jiaqing. He raised his head and looked at the gentleman with a smile, who had never been drunk until he was drunk. He moved out of the field to invite the latter to sit down. Only then did he realize that after the leader of the Five Ultimates attacked the mountain, Nangong Mountain, which was originally quite spacious at the top of the mountain, is actually quite narrow now. At least most of the spacious flat land where I watched the clouds and swords was originally used has been lost. Only the shallow mark is left, which still reminds me of the time when I watched the clouds. The suffering suffered.
Huang Long was resentful. He clearly saw that Yan Jiaqing had not had a drink for several days. Even if he knew the whole reason, of course he was unwilling to give any good looks to Yan Jiaqing, who seemed to be acting absurdly, but was actually very scheming. , the nose was sprayed with two or three gusts of wind, and in an instant it turned into an ordinary yellow rope and wrapped around the young man's wrist, just out of sight and out of mind.
"Everyone says that everything is difficult at the beginning. The road is difficult. I think it is even more difficult than at the beginning." Yan Jiaqing disagreed. He did not think that losing this yellow dragon was a disaster at all. On the contrary, it only caused a few more wrinkles on his face. , his expression became lighter and more indifferent, he shook his head and said leisurely, "I have never heard Wu Shuang talk about this before, but I always feel that Nangong Mountain is just an ordinary place, with a majestic atmosphere in the mountains and rivers, but This place is nothing like those other excellent places, whether it's the Feng Shui pattern or the Kanyu Feng Cave, it's all an ordinary place, so how could you know that it actually has a special background."
Jingyan Jiaqing's slight mention made Yun Zhong think of something for no reason. Liu Qing once said that Nangong Mountain was originally a deep pool, and that rammer with extremely strong legs was still a beast that looked like a horse but not a horse. I once swam in a deep pool, stirred up boundless turbid waves, and caused a high mountain to rise from the deep pool. Now that I think about it carefully, I am afraid that Nangong Mountain is not an ordinary mountain, and that person who is extremely humane is definitely not an ordinary person. Things, when you think about the mountain season, are magical and unusual.
Naturally, it can be seen that the young man is thinking, and Yan Jiaqing chuckled twice, "Since you entered the path of spiritual practice, you have had bad luck, and your luck is really bad, but there is only one thing. It is a huge bargain to have stepped into Wu Shuang's territory in Nangong Mountain, and inherited Wu Shuang's mantle by accident. Otherwise, if it had been someone else, he would have suffered many losses like you, and almost never succeeded. If you fall down on the spiritual path, 90% of the time you will never be able to stand up again."
"Now that there is such a good opportunity, anyone else would not hesitate at all. Naturally, he would take a step forward. At the very least, he should practice all his skills."
At the end of the conversation, Yan Jiaqing stopped talking around and directly persuaded the young man to go and practice. Although he may not be able to use Huanglong's magical power, Huanglong's body has inner energy, so he has the ability to know everything, but he is always in the mountains. He stopped moving forward. Not to mention others, even Yun Zhong himself was in dire straits.
"I have long made up my mind to go and have a career, but now I am hesitant and indecisive. I am just worried and depressed, and it has been difficult to take steps for a long time."
The breeze outside the mountain carried birds, and there were snakes and deer hiding in the foothills. It hit suddenly, but there was still a coolness that could not be resisted for two or three minutes, sweeping across the mountain. It still lifted the young man's bun that had fallen down on his shoulders, and did not look back for a long time. Instead of speaking, he sat cross-legged and looked out at a place thousands of miles away, with an expression that was confusing and indescribable.
Even though Yunzhong had never spoken a word, Yan Jiaqing was the best at guessing other people's thoughts and was very skilled in observing words and expressions. Naturally, his mind was on what was worrying the young man. He smiled and knocked on the young man's forehead. Unfortunately, he didn't say a word and just stood up. , pointed with one hand to the north, then to the northeast, then to his feet, and then he walked briskly and floated away.
There is a Nangong Mountain with a teacher's gate in the mountain. The first two lines of seal characters in front of the mountain gate, even though most of them were erased by Wu Shuang, you can still see the writing in them, smooth and casual, with the bright moon shining among the pines and the clear spring flowing above the stone.
In a Ziluan Palace, the people in the palace were trembling and trembling. They were so overwhelmed by the majesty of an old man that they could hardly raise their heads. In other words, the entire Yuan Dynasty almost all lowered their eyebrows and bowed their heads towards the old man who had no idea how high his level was. They could not struggle to move. In the snow and dust, green grass is probably growing now, and good horses are galloping, but they still cannot escape.
In a northern swamp, the people in the border pass are changing one after another. For example, after autumn, sickles cut away the wheat straw, and tombs are stacked on top of tombs in the border pass. Day after day, there is still a middle-aged man carrying a sword, and another one who always has broad eyebrows. He and the scholar who kept pinching his fingers sat cross-legged on the top of the city, looking at the vast marsh hundreds of miles away, without any fear.
Yan Jiaqing's intention was very clear. Yun Zhong had already guessed it without thinking for a moment, so his smile became even stronger.
What Mr. Sloppy meant was to let the young man think about whether there was anything else to do in the world besides the woman on the mountain, and whether there was anyone else who cared about him.
"I was originally a confused gentleman with a heavy drinking habit, but now he has become more and more chivalrous and chivalrous. He has really lost most of his original nature. This is the most interesting thing in recent months. "
Unknowingly, the young man was laughing so hard that when he looked at the sea of clouds in the mountains, he suddenly felt a surge in his chest.
The fisherman who knew how to protect himself now looked more and more like a man who had never left Nangong Mountain, with a breeze on his sleeves and an indifferent look on his face.
The young man who has always been thinking about doing chivalry and righteousness, marching through the world's rivers and lakes, carrying a sword and running around, is now trapped in a tight siege, suffering from oil and fire every day, and being subjected to swords and axes.
The young man raised his hand and called Huanglong again, stood up, and took one last look at the setting sun outside, which was like blood, and the country was vast in an instant, and then left without looking back, heading straight to the back mountain.
"Do you really want to let that kid give it a try?"
Mr. Tuyi curled his lips and pricked, "But you have to think about it. According to what you said, you may not be able to go deep into the dangerous situation under Nangong Mountain. If you really delay the good opportunity, Mr. Yun will be in danger." Damn it, as a master, wouldn’t your state of mind suddenly break apart?”
"A master who has cultivated to your level has the most serious state of mind. If this is the case, the five realms may not be preserved. Moreover, the pain of losing a disciple will make him depressed for several years. Wu Dajianxian must think carefully."
Wu Shuang looked up disdainfully.
"Since ancient times, the master has been a master. Since he is a master, these five realms are just to explore the path for his disciples, and then point them to a smooth road to the sky, allowing countless people behind them to make further progress."
"It's just five realms, what's the big deal?"
