BC we were too young\/AD AD we were too old\/No one has ever seen\/That truly beautiful smile
But I still raised my hand and knocked on the door\/The hieroglyphs I brought\/scattered all over the floor
Years and years.
...
It was the first time in the world that I heard such a vast sound.
From the eyes of the world, from the hands of the world.
When those majestic rays of light rose in such a city of mountains and moons, and even the full moon in Tianxin fell, the young boy who was kneeling in the south of the mountain and digging graves sincerely raised his head and looked at the human world to the north. .
What happened there?
There was an extremely strong wave of sound that passed through the entire human world. Lu Xiaoer had to stop digging and nailed the Xiwu Sword in his hand to a certain rock. Only then did he let himself be in that place. He stabilized his figure in the strong wind and was not blown off the cliff.
Those strong winds and sound waves lasted for a long time, and the world seemed to have turned into a sea, so the big waves surged into the sky, washing away everything.
The young boy held the sword with difficulty and squinted his eyes, trying to cross the green mountain and look at such a city in the mountain.
It's a pity that the Lingnan mountains are so long that the young boy digging a grave on a certain mountaintop can't see anything.
I can only feel that everything in the world has become silent.
This is the first time that the world has heard such a vast sound, from the eyes of the world, from the hands of the world, but not from the ears of the world.
At that moment, no one could hear any sound in the entire green mountains of Lingnan and Liuyun Sword Sect.
Everything is mute and silent. People in the world have lost the ability to hear all sounds. They are just scared and panicked, just like a little boy in the mountains, looking blankly at the city of mountains and moons.
The sky is full and the moon is full.
The world is full of splendor.
That sound lasted for a quarter of an hour before finally calming down.
Lu Xiaoer still held that sword and knelt in the mountains for a long time. There was still a buzzing sound in the young boy's ears, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing down the ear. , Lu Xiaoer let go of one hand and touched the side of his face. It was wet and sticky. When he looked at it under the moonlight, it turned out to be a bright red color.
Lu Xiaoer stared blankly at the blood in his hands, remained silent for a long time, wiped them clean on his robe, then knelt down and continued to dig such a grave.
Until the grave is dug and the bones of a sword cultivator are buried in it.
Lu Xiaoer then returned the sword to its sheath, stood up, carried the sword on his back, climbed over the mountains, and headed towards the north side of the mountains.
He didn't know what happened there to cause such an alarming movement.
At that moment, he even felt as if he had returned to the East China Sea again, facing the decisive battle between two three swords in the sky.
At dusk today, a sword seemed to shuttle from the sky and fall into Nanyi City.
This naturally reminded Lu Xiaoer of such a majesty whom he had met once in the East China Sea.
After all, His Majesty's Lingtai Sword was once under Nanyi City.
Such panic made the little boy not stop for a moment, he shuttled over the top of the mountain in the world, heading all the way towards Lingbei.
But when the little boy appeared on a high mountain somewhere north of Fengqiling, he stopped there in great shock, staring at the world in a daze.
Such a city in the mountains has disappeared.
All that was left was a deep, deep pit.
Not only that, the green mountains to the north of Fengqiling seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
For the first time, such a mountain that was once full of sword cultivators could clearly see the mountains of clouds and mist in the distance.
Perhaps thousands of years from now, the world will no longer remember that this was once a land of high mountains.
There is a new vast swamp in the world.
As a result, such a place has really changed from a mountain and a moon without knowing what is going on in its heart, to a place where the water and the wind are empty and the eyes are dazzling.
Lu Xiaoer stood there in a daze with his sword on his back.
He didn't know what happened here. If it was a sword, why was there a deep pit instead of a place like Cong Ran Jian Yuan?
Where did those mountains go?
For such a small Lingnan sword cultivator, such an extremely sudden change undoubtedly contains too many mysteries.
The young boy looked there blankly, but he showed a look of extreme surprise. It turned out that in such a deep pit, there was a cliff-like existence, standing quietly under the moonlight. .
Unfortunately, it was too far away and Lu Xiaoer couldn't see clearly what was there.
But he saw in the night, as if there was a big ape coming from afar and landing on the cliff of such a deep valley.
Who is that?
...
Liu Qinghe slowly landed on the only remaining long street. Everything in such a city in the mountains has been turned into powder, blown away by the wind, and scattered to the world.
However, such a long street seems to have been completely preserved under the protection of such a scholar.
Liu Qinghe looked at the stone slabs under his feet quietly, bent down, and reached out to touch the edge of the stone slabs. However, before the Lord of Hell could exert any force, the stone slabs he touched turned into dust and sand.
Behind such a figure that looked like a green mountain and a black cliff, there was some rustling sound.
Liu Qinghe was silent for a long time, stood up, turned back, and looked at the bloody body quietly.
This year's flowers may indeed be redder than last year's flowers.
The scholar was also very surprised that he no longer had to worry about his alcoholic jaundice.
Because there was nothing left under his chest.
If your liver is gone, why should you be afraid of alcoholism?
The joke may not be funny.
So Liu Qinghe didn't laugh, but quietly watched the half-remaining prime minister crawling on the street.
"Thirteen Dayi's Bows, Prime Minister, you are indeed stronger than the world thinks."
The scholar in white did not answer such a question.
In fact, his eyes were gone, and his facial features were distorted, as if they had melted under a certain high temperature. Only the piece of green and red jade not far away still retained its original appearance, lying intact. over there.
The twisted scholar was struggling, as if he was going to a certain direction on the long street.
Liu Qinghe turned back and looked quietly at the end of the long street.
There is nothing there.
Although such a scholar finally tried to protect such a long street.
It's just that things that go wrong in the world are always likely to happen nine out of ten times.
Liu Qinghe looked there quietly for a long time without saying anything. He walked over, leaned over and picked up the hanging jade, turned around and left.
...
The young man under the umbrella looked back to the south of the world in surprise.
This place is not far away from such a vast sea.
So the three of them stopped by a stream at nightfall, intending to rest for the night and start their journey again the next day.
But just when You Chunshan was looking at the clear stream eagerly, trying to find a fish out of it, the young uncle sitting by the stream suddenly looked up to the south as if he was frightened.
You Chunshan and Yu Chaoyun subconsciously followed the young man's gaze.
Above the sky, there are several extremely dazzling rays of light that are cutting through the sky in the night.
You Chunshan screamed in surprise and almost fell off the wheelchair. He pointed there and counted carefully.
"Fuck! One, two, three...Twenty-three. Good guy, there are still thirteen sword immortals hidden in the world? What are they going to do?"
Such a brilliant white flame tail may have made this young man from Donghai subconsciously think of the many fairy spirits he saw on the cliff of Tiangongsi.
The young man might have thought so at first, but when he followed those tracks and found that the starting point of those white lights seemed to be in the direction of Huadu, he seemed to understand something. He shook his head and said softly: "Not a swordsman."
You Chunshan looked at Nan Dao in confusion and asked, "If it's not the Sword Immortal, what is it?"
The young man held an umbrella and stood there quietly until all the things with white flame tails disappeared into the night sky, and the clouds and mist in the world dispersed and returned.
Nan Dao lowered his head, looked calmly at the clear stream in front of him, and said calmly: "It's a big thing."
When he was in the Tiangong Division, when the young man looked at a certain sword that nailed the big demon of the Demon Mansion to the stone wall, he thought it was the bow of Yi. However, Song Yingxin at that time said calmly, that Just some gadgets.
Probably the current one is the real big thing.
The young man had lowered his head, but his mood was probably far more turbulent than when he raised his head.
That should be what landed in Shanyue City.
The young man's mind was a little confused, so he took a deep breath and let it out for a long time without thinking about anything.
But the Qingtian Taoist girl on the side asked curiously: "Is such a big thing the means of the heavenly beings?"
The young man didn't know why, but when he heard such a sentence, he was stunned for a long time. After a long time, the young man raised his head, looked at the sky quietly, and said softly: "That's not a man from heaven." His methods, the methods of heavenly beings, are higher and more powerful than it, but..."
The young man said with a sigh.
"But the people in heaven were also people here back then."
so.
Stepping onto the sea and reaching the sky is a natural place for everyone to go.
...
Lu Xiaosan remembered that ever since Le Chaotian failed, he had been a little depressed and his appetite was not very good. Sometimes he couldn't finish a roast duck. This was the case last time. Lu Xiaosan happily asked for the money and ran to After I bought some roast ducks, I clearly agreed to have one for each person, but after eating only half of them, the uncle threw the remaining half of the roast duck to Cao Weiying in a lack of interest.
Lu Xiaosan swore that he was definitely not angry because Le Chaotian would rather throw the half to Cao Weiying than to himself.
He really just thought it was a shameful act for his uncle to waste food like this.
Cao Weiying is just a little local dog, how can he finish eating one and a half roast duck?
The little boy looked at it melancholy for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of taking food from a dog's mouth.
But today, for some reason, Le Chaotian seemed very happy. He generously gave the young boy a bag of money and asked him to buy some food from a nearby town.
Although Lu Xiaosan didn't understand what was going on, he still ran to the town, bought a lot of roast chicken, roast duck and other things, and ran back.
When he came back, he found that Le Chaotian had taken out his piano, which he had not used for a long time, and was sitting by the stream, smiling and playing the music.
Pinecone lay aside and listened curiously.
"Uncle, what song are you playing again?"
Le Chaotian didn't answer, he just played there seriously.
On the other hand, Pinecone on the side said in a low voice: "It seems to be some kind of water tune singer."
When Lu Xiaosan heard it, he immediately became energetic. He was familiar with the water tune song. When he was in the mountains, Le Chaotian had played some songs, such as "When will the bright moon come?" A promise is heavier than gold, a smile is clearer than a river.
When he leaned over to listen to the songs played by Le Chaotian, the young boy was confused. Why hadn't he heard this one before?
After hearing the goddess's words, Lu Xiaosan looked at Le Chaotian in surprise and said in confusion: "Uncle Master, why did you think of the goddess again? You don't secretly like that Huang Liang goddess, do you?"
After listening to Lu Xiaosan's nonsense, Le Chaotian was not angry and smiled slightly.
"Of course you can like the goddess. The song "Goddess" that I played for you was not written by the ancient Chu prince Ziyuan, about the story of the King of Chu and the goddess? But it is not a matter of whether you like the goddess or not. "
The little boy asked in confusion: "What is that?"
Le Chaotian lowered his head and played the piano on his lap, and said softly: "I just feel sorry for the goddess."
The young boy asked with some confusion: "What are you sorry about?"
Le Chaotian smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity that she can't see the rest of the world."
The little boy and the little squirrel probably couldn't understand what the Taoist uncle was talking about.
Le Chaotian plucked the piano on his lap with sighs, and finally picked out an upward ending note.
"It's all gone..."
The Taoist said these three words with emotion, and then simply pushed the piano in his hand into the stream, letting it drift away like a piece of rotten wood.
Lu Xiaosan looked at this scene in shock, not quite understanding what Le Chaotian was trying to do. He held the bag of food and stood in a daze for a long time, until the guqin drifted away, and he didn't know where it landed. After coming back to his senses, he looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "Uncle Master, don't you want to play the piano anymore?"
Le Chaotian stood up, stood by the stream with his hands behind his hands, and said softly: "I won't play anymore."
Lu Xiaosan frowned and asked, "Why?"
Le Chaotian said sadly: "Although it is sunny and snowy, I am from lower Liba. But when you listen to some very good sounds of mountains and flowing water, you will feel that it is meaningless to continue playing."
Lu Xiaosan stood there puzzled, even thinking that Le Chaotian had gone too long without eating good food and was going crazy with hunger. So the young boy looked down the stream, wondering if he should help his uncle to pick up the piano. What if one day he suddenly regrets it again?
But when the little boy was still hesitating, he found that Le Chaotian reached out and pulled a big chicken leg from the roast chicken in his arms, brought it to his lips and took a big bite, and then acted like a stupid person. Like an enthusiastic young man, he was holding a roasted chicken leg by the stream.
"My ambitions are vast, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky..."
Lu Xiaosan pounced on him with all his teeth and claws.
"That thing is mine!"
"Woof woof woof."
...
My ambition is vast, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky in the past.
In the moss moon, the world has been admiring it for thousands of years.
There are guests, Lin and phoenix, clouds meet the green mountains and red cliffs, and we meet in the high cold.
Drinking wine to support Beidou, I also have lice in the meantime.
Shaoge said, the spirit is very relaxed, but the body is sleeping.
The swan is raised high again and again, and the sky and the earth are visible.
I want to sing again and again, but I sleep in my dreams. I push my pillow and think alone in confusion. I am completely at a loss in human affairs.
There are beauties to talk about, and the autumn water separates them.
...
Gu Wenzhi sat there and looked quietly at the old Taoist who for some reason started to knock on his bowl and sing again.
The latter seemed a little drunk and was swaying, but he clearly did not drink. The old Taoist had not drank wine for many years. He just drank a bowl of soup.
It's just that kind of swaying, and it's like being intoxicated by such a piece of music.
After a long time, the veteran Taoist mantra repeated the phrase "I have great ambitions, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky" and slowly stopped tapping.
Gu Wenzhi looked deeply at the old Taoist and said softly: "Master seems to like this sentence very much."
The old Taoist coughed twice, smiled softly, looked at Gu Wenzhi and said, "Don't you like it?"
Gu Wenzhi thought about it twice and said with regret: "How could I not like such a heroic phrase? It's just that I probably won't have Master's passionate emotion."
Gu Wenzhi seemed to have remembered something. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the old Taoist and said, "Could it be that Master has seen such a heavenly being before?"
The old Taoist shook his head, stood up, leaned on a branch and said softly: "Of course not. Such a story about a man in heaven happened thousands of years ago. How can people like us, who are hundreds of years old, see it?"
Gu Wenzhi looked at his master with some confusion. He probably couldn't understand why he suddenly mentioned these things again.
The old Taoist leaned against the twig of the human tree, looked up at the bright moon, and said softly: "What do you think of the story of Bai Fengyu back then?"
Gu Wenzhi thought about it seriously and said, "I'm in good spirits, but I walked too fast."
This human story is probably not black and white.
The old Taoist smiled and said: "Yes. Did you know? In fact, no one in Qingtian Tao refused to take that path, including Le Chaotian and Xie Chaoyu. It was just some conflicts between the present and the ideal , which intensified such a story. Some people were disheartened, and some broke down the door in anger. But if you look at it, have their generation really given up on those ideas? "
That generation naturally refers to people like Xie Chaoyu and Le Chaotian, not the younger generation like Li Shi and Zhang Xiaoyu.
Gu Wenzhi seemed to understand something. He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky with the old Taoist, and chanted softly.
"My ambition is vast, and I have dreamed of reaching the sky in the past."
It turns out that such a phrase was never meant to refer to a certain heavenly being.
The old Taoist said softly: "There is a Buddhist saying in Lu Ming, which is that Buddhas are people in the past, and people are future Buddhas. So we can also say this..."
People in heaven are people on earth.
Volume Three, Heavenly Man.
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