The East China Sea in a narrow sense is just the sea where Mojian Cliff is located.
The East China Sea in a broad sense is naturally the sea to the east of the entire human world.
Therefore, there are two very high Dao cultivators in the human world.
One is in the East China Sea, and the other is also in the East China Sea.
A Taoist priest from the East China Sea took a young boy and a young girl to watch the sea.
The Taoist priest from Donghai only walked with a little Taoist boy who was blindfolded and had not seen the human world for a long time.
The road is a cliff path in the spring mountains. There are many streams on it, so in order to prevent slipping, people nearby have laid some stone slabs here.
Wang Xiaohua stepped on the thick and hard stone slab, feeling very at ease.
If there is the sound of water above your head and something soft and sticky under your feet, even a swordsman will feel frightened.
So she imagined the scene where she was.
There are some green cliffs with green vines climbing on them. There are some tiny yellow and white flowers blooming on the vines, with some stream water splashing on them. They are trembling and delicate. Then the stream water splashed on the rocks on the side, and then splashed on the stone slab at his feet, hitting his calves with the dampness and coldness of spring.
Wang Xiaohua told the fortune teller about the scene she imagined.
The leader of the Queyimen Temple said sincerely: "It's just what you imagined."
Wang Xiaohua smiled happily.
But he quickly turned his head in the direction of the fortune teller and said, "So we are still in the East China Sea?"
"Yes."
Bu Suanzi took the little Taoist boy's hand and walked through the cliff paths very calmly.
This mountain is actually very high.
Looking to the side, there are some bottomless abyss.
The little Taoist boy stepped on the edge of the cliff many times, but she didn't notice it. Maybe she thought it was some flower fields clustered among the rocks.
But whatever.
Always in the East China Sea.
This is something that Xiao Daotong realized after his long journey.
Sometimes they are in the small town of Donghai, sometimes in the fields, sometimes in the mountains.
Sometimes I walk around the plains, sometimes I stop at the beach.
The Taoist beside him seemed to really want to take Wang Xiaohua back to the missing person who didn't know where in the world he was.
Only after some stories happened, he changed his direction and began to wander around the East China Sea repeatedly.
Wang Xiaohua asked the fortune teller, but unfortunately the old Taoist didn't say anything.
After following him for a long time, the little Taoist boy understood that this was the unspeakable destiny mentioned by fortune teller.
Once you say it, it won't rain from the sky, but knives will fall from the sky.
Wang Xiaohua didn't know what would happen if it didn't rain, but she subconsciously thought of what she had heard before.
So what does it mean to go under the knife?
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head and thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out.
But she knew that her master must be doing something.
Because there is always a Taoist charm circulating around this Taoist person.
Sometimes it is rich, sometimes it is shallow, sometimes it comes from the eight winds, sometimes it is as quiet as a deep valley.
Wang Xiaohua just held the Taoist's hand tightly.
Because she felt that the aura around the Taoist person was very unstable.
It is also slowly weakening, as if it will take a long time to recover.
So she tried her best to convey some warmth with her hands.
After going down the mountain, maybe it was a stream, maybe a river, maybe it was the sea. Wang Xiaohua heard some water sounds, which seemed a bit far away.
There seems to be the sound of people working in the distance.
The plan for the year begins with spring.
That voice sounded full of life.
Wang Xiaohua faced that side with some longing.
When I was in the human world, I felt that nothing was good.
After leaving, hearing the sound of the soil being loosened felt very friendly and sweet.
I don't know how long they walked, but the fortune teller beside him seemed to be frightened. He seemed to have turned his head and looked in a certain direction behind him.
Wang Xiaohua turned back, held the old Taoist's hand tightly, and asked in a daze: "What happened, Master."
At that moment, she felt that the Taoist's Taoist charm was surging, as if she had seen something shocking. His whole aura was rapidly weakening, and there was a lot of coldness between the Taoist's old palms. .
Bu Suanzi just maintained that posture for a long time.
What did he see?
Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but feel anxious.
After a long time, the sense of hasty fate surrounding the Taoist gradually dissipated.
Bu Suanzi calmed down, turned his head, and continued to walk forward quietly.
"Nothing, a butterfly flew over."
Wang Xiaohua tilted her head blankly, thinking what the butterfly meant?
"What kind of butterfly?"
"Indigo blue, with big wings, small body, and clean, like wings cut from a piece of sea."
"Is it what I imagined?"
Bu Suanzi didn't know what Wang Xiaohua imagined, but the Taoist still said softly: "It's what you imagined."
Wang Xiaohua said oh, thought for a long time, and asked softly: "Then why did master do that just now?"
Bu Suanzi held her hand and continued walking on the road.
"Because every missed butterfly that you fail to catch...will eventually become a sword that falls on your heart in the years."
"Did Master get hit by the sword?"
"I'm hit."
...
The boy climbed up from the field. The indigo butterfly had already flown far away.
Like a pair of eyes looking through the years, gradually flying farther and farther in the spring breeze.
The young man raised his head and looked blankly at the Taoist in front of him.
The Taoist was young and gentle, with a soothing smile on his face, just like the spring breeze blowing through the fields.
"Let me review and practice."
The Taoist said with a smile.
The young man stared blankly at the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared. There seemed to be a figure in the distance, wearing a fluttering Taoist robe, standing very quietly at the foot of Chunfeng Mountain.
The Taoist seemed to notice the young man's gaze and smiled slightly.
"Of course, you can let him go."
The young man looked back at the gentle Taoist in front of him.
But he didn't know why, when he looked at the Taoist in front of him, those smiles seemed to be getting more and more distant and blurred.
But the other Taoist who was out of sight, his Taoist robes fluttering in the spring breeze, and his expression calm, seemed to be getting closer and closer.
The young man opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he said, and he couldn't even hear it.
So everything stagnated in the spring breeze.
The gentle smile of the young Taoist, the calm expression of the middle-aged Taoist, and those Taoist robes that have clearly stopped, but still make people feel like they are swaying in the spring breeze.
The young man suddenly became panicked.
It seems that there is a gaze that spans a long time and falls on this green mountain with great complexity.
The butterfly was flying in the distant spring breeze.
.......
Zhang Xiaoyu woke up with a start in Chunshan.
Then I coughed up some blood in those spring breezes.
He dreamed of fifteen again... no, it was the spring sixteen years ago.
Still a butterfly, still a Taoist.
It's just that there is another Taoist in this dream.
Zhang Xiaoyu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips and sat there quietly.
That's not a dream.
Just some of the past.
The past that flew away like that blue butterfly.
Li Shanhe was not the only one who appeared in the spring sea where a young fish named Zhang Xiaoyu wandered.
There is also Xie Zhaoyu.
The sword cultivator in white clothes, covered in blood and stained with blood, sat in the spring breeze without any joy or sorrow.
Flying light flying light.
Zhang Xiaoyu coughed for a long time, wiped away the blood on his lips, then stood up and walked quietly into the spring breeze of the world.
The blue butterfly has passed away.
.......
Mei Xiyu stood at the courtyard gate with an indifferent expression, looking up at the sky.
The sky is neither gloomy nor sunny. It is easy to have such a scene on a spring morning.
And in the Sophora Capital, which is as deep and strange as mountains, the same is true for this long street that falls on the earth.
It seems that there will be some light rain at any time, and it also seems that the clouds may clear up and the sun will clear at any time.
No one knows which direction this spring will go.
Mei Xiyu looked at it gloomily for a long time, then lowered his head and looked at the two Siwu guards in front of the courtyard gate who did not hide their demonic forms.
One is tall and the other is short, but they are about the same fatness and thinness. One has a bull's head, and the other has a bench's legs.
Obviously, the bench-leg monster is slimmer, so it's the taller one.
Niu Tou held a booklet in his hand and read it carefully. Even a certain ink spot that accidentally dropped was studied with a solemn expression for a long time.
Could that be some secret code?
The legs of the bench tilted to the side and stretched out their heads, squeezing the big head of the cow head, like a bamboo bent by the wind.
"Don't you two understand it yet?"
Niutou stretched out a finger and nodded twice in the spring breeze.
"Don't worry, I'm thinking of ways to find trouble."
The bench leg said impatiently: "You really have big eyes for nothing. Let me go and let me find you."
Niutou turned around and glared at him.
"You don't even have fucking eyes to look at."
Mei Xiyu looked at the two people, remained silent for a while, raised his hand to wipe a handful of dust from the edge of the door, and then wiped it on the booklet.
The stool legs and the bull's head were ecstatic and pointed at the stain.
"I found it, right here. If the documents are improperly kept, I will be fined ten taels!"
Mei Xiyu calmly took out a money bag from his arms and threw it to the two of them.
Niutou returned the booklet to Mei Xiyu with satisfaction.
"Okay, okay, you brat is Tongwei, we will come to make trouble for you next time."
Mei Xiyu put away the booklet without any emotion.
If I don’t understand, won’t you come next time?
Mei Xiyu turned around and walked into the courtyard and closed the door.
Only then did Mei Xiyu turn around, and there was another knock on the door behind her.
"Open the door, the Siwu Guards are conducting a routine search!"
Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, then turned around and opened the door. It was still the cow-headed stool legs.
Only this time the two changed positions, and this time it was the bench leg that knocked on the door.
"Where is your Kido Division register? Take it out and take a look."
Bench Leg said sternly.
Mei Xiyu looked at the two of them quietly, and then took out the booklet from her arms again.
He took the stool leg over, raised his hand to take some saliva from his mouth, and then opened the book.
Niu Tou stood on tiptoe and stared hard.
The bench leg turned over the stain just now, all the way to the end. After thinking about it for a while, he took out a portrait from the sleeve, turned it back to the front, and covered the portrait on top of Mei Xiyu's portrait. . Then he poked the portrait with his skinny fingers like bench legs, looked at Mei Xiyu and asked.
"Is this you?"
The long street fell silent.
Many monsters came and went, walking under the gloomy sky.
Mei Xiyu quietly looked at the portrait of his junior brother Liu Sanyue, and something seemed to be flowing around him.
Just looking at the sky, which was still not past noon, the Taoist priest of Qingtian Dao slowly calmed down, tore off a corner of his Taoist robe, bit his finger, drew a portrait of Liu Sanyue with blood, and then stuck it on his face. Go up and say calmly: "It's me."
The cow head and the bench leg looked at each other, looked at each other, and then looked back at the Taoist standing at the door of the courtyard.
"Hey, you kid, you are more shameless than the two of us."
Bench Leg said with some surprise.
This is seriously shameless.
Shameless in the literal sense.
"I've met my opponent in chess, I've met my opponent in chess." Niutou sighed, shaking his head.
The two of them were trying to pull off some tricks, when some shocking sounds came from the world.
This vast capital city is changing rapidly.
This long street rises towards the middle level of Huaidu.
The cold sunlight passed over the eaves and fell on the bloody Liu Sanyue face of Mei Xiyu.
It turns out that there is sunshine in the world.
Mei Xiyu squinted her eyes and looked quietly at the spring sun shining through the bloody Taoist robe.
The time of Siwu has passed.
After taking off the Taoist robe, what was in front of me was no longer the bull's head and the legs of the bench, but two very gentle faces of ordinary people.
The man holding the Chenghusi registration book returned the book to Mei Xiyu and said with a smile: "We have not applied for the rule of the human world. Siwuwei wishes you a happy life."
"..."
The two of them came through some corners and walked into the world in the scattered spring light.
Mei Xiyu held the horned Taoist robe in her hand and stood for a long time in the gradually shifting light of the day.
He looked up towards the distance of the long street, but he didn't see the figure of a young man in white.
My Lord Attendant would probably not do such boring things.
So it's just a matter of the demon clan.
Mei Xiyu naturally didn't care. Even if he had the ten taels of silver, he would go to Tian Yu to ask for it back.
only.
The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.
Water in the bottle.
Such a weird name is the name of the current servant of the Huaido Sect.
Of course, the name of a monster clan can be anything weird.
Water in a bottle is already much better than rat, rat, civet and pine cone.
Mei Xiyu looked at the world quietly.
He still didn't know what Tian Yu wanted to do.
What else can I draw out?
.......
Liu Sanyue walked quietly on the long street.
This Taoist was still ugly in appearance, and there was even an article written by Liu Chunfeng in Kyoto that satirized the King of Chu for his remonstrance.
——
The spring breeze was more than eight feet long, and the appearance was beautiful. In court clothes and hats, looking into the mirror, Qi Jingyuan said, "Who is more beautiful, me or Mr. Liu?"
Qi Jingyuan said, "You are so beautiful and prosperous, how can Mr. Liu be as good as you?"
...
Then I went to see him, he was very ugly and he didn't eat for three days.
I sleep at night and think about it.
Liu Gong is very ugly, how could he be qualified to hold the post of Yin in March?
I went to see Han Chan, King of Chu, and said:
Liu Gong is so unbearable, does Wang have a bad habit?
In February of that year, Chunfeng died at the age of thirty.
——
In this article, Liu Sanyue even saw a gentleman teaching students.
It's just that this Taoist from Qingtian Dao, who once represented many beautiful symbols, is not angry, but just looks at them with a smile.
So those students were trembling with fear - you see, he was angry, as if he wanted to eat me.
Liu Sanyue remained speechless.
The Taoist walked quietly in the February spring breeze. Thinking of these things, he couldn't help but find it interesting, so he chuckled, and then he bumped into another protagonist in the story.
Liu Chunfeng, Yushan, the fake capital.
After supporting Han Chan to ascend the throne of Chu King, the dean of Xuanxuyuan became more and more famous in Kyoto.
After all, the changes in Kyoto revealed the shadow of Xuansheyuan inside and outside.
Liu Chunfeng smiled slightly and bowed to Liu Sanyue very politely.
"My subordinates have met Master Yin in March."
Liu Sanyue also returned the gift.
"You're welcome, sir."
Liu Chunfeng performed Yin Qing's rituals, while Liu Sanyue performed Taoist rituals.
After all, no matter what, this fake capital Yushan, although he is only a few years older than Liu Sanyue, is already a cultivator of the great road in the world, and is also the dean of Xuanxuyuan in the cultural world. Even if he calls himself a subordinate, Liu Sanyue will naturally It needs to be respected.
The two of them walked side by side in the spring breeze of Kyoto's quiet long streets.
After the storm of the Taiyi Festival passed, the spring breeze of the world returned to Kyoto, and the goddess Yao Ji has been staying in the divine capital cast by pulling out the divine pillars and bringing them to the Styx outside Kyoto.
The world seems to have returned to the peaceful days of long ago.
It's just that when Liu Chunfeng and Liu Sanyue met in the human world, they naturally wouldn't talk about anything about peace.
"I heard that Zuo Sima is meeting the king?"
Liu Chunfeng looked at Liu Sanyue and said.
Liu Sanyue nodded calmly.
Although Huangliang restored Chu, there was no Sima, but there were left and right Sima and subordinate positions.
When Zuo Sima saw Han Chan, it was naturally because of Wu Jia's incident.
Liu Chunfeng probably understood why Liu Sanyue appeared in the long streets of Kyoto at this time.
Even though he was left in the human world by the goddess, he was appointed by Han Chan as the March Yin who had no actual duties. However, Liu March Yin was still loyal to his Northern Majesty in the end.
It's just that sometimes, due to the current situation, I stay in a different stream.
Liu Chunfeng did not mention this matter again. Huangliang Wujia naturally needed to raise funds.
No matter how he temporarily replaces the northern emperor, the country cannot be without weapons.
Dean Chunfeng turned to look at Liu Sanyue for a long time, and then said softly: "I never thought at the beginning that Mr. Sanyue is Liu Sanyue, the Daoist of Qingtian in the world."
Liu Sanyue smiled ferociously.
"I don't remember most of the time."
Liu Chunfeng turned back.
"So the power of the goddess is still unimaginable."
Liu Sanyue was very calm.
At first, he thought he could break free from Yao Ji's shackles, but in the end he realized that it was still just his extravagant wish.
The power of gods and ghosts flows together with the River Styx.
That is three feet above the fate of everyone in Huangliang.
Everything is three feet away and within three feet.
Liu Sanyue walked quietly for a long time, then looked towards the long street, and seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar Taoist figure. It was just that the ugly Taoist was a little distracted and didn't pay attention. He just looked back at Liu Chunfeng and said softly : "It doesn't matter, the world's people will one day be higher than gods and ghosts, as long as they can be steadfast and pious, using the broken clay pots under their feet as inspiration, and move forward for a long time."
Liu Chunfeng stopped and looked at Liu Sanyue with a sigh.
"So we may not be really loyal to His Majesty."
Liu Sanyue smiled and said softly: "Yes, I am loyal to the world."
Only then would one be devoted to such a majesty.
Everyone knows what they want in the spring breeze in March.
So he turned around and headed towards both ends of the long street.
