Travel thousands of miles in my life

The sky over Mount Bliss turned gloomy again, with dark clouds falling to the top.After the ghost face forced them up the mountain the day before yesterday, the people in the huge Suhe Immortal Palace fled and fled, and the rest were the direct descendants of the palace lord, who would rather die than leave the Immortal Palace.I don't know who disclosed the news of Wen Suhe's death. The court ladies who were once loyal to her were sealed off in the Zhumen, hiding in the corners of the fairy palace, living on the little food they put away before, and fearing all day long.

The god in their hearts died, and such a blow was huge.Ghost Mian once again mobilized troops to go up the mountain, with heavy checks, not a single bird could fly out.The warm and happy fairy palace in the past will become their burial place at any time.Under such great changes, no one has the leisure to care about other people.

If you want to live, you have to break through the siege, if you want to die, you can also break through the siege.

A few white cranes flew past outside the tower, leaving only the mournful cry of cranes piercing the sky.In the scorching summer, there is a bit of autumn bleakness.A young man in blue sat up slowly on the bed. His face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and the iron chains on his wrists jingled when he raised his hands.He reached out to touch it, and sneered.

Waking up from a coma this time was very different from before. The young man lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.

His eyes were extremely calm, like two pools of stagnant water, without waves.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and then someone walked in.

"What does this mean?" The young man raised his wrist.

"Of course I'm afraid that you will fly with wings. After all, you are a canary. If you don't look well, you may disappear." A pale and thin man came in. He sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. : "Aqiu,"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to have said something extremely humorous, and laughed to himself.

"I can't escape, can't I? I'm useless." The young man's eyes were beautiful in shape, but there was no light in them. After a long silence, he sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

"So...that rumor is true?" Jiu Xian put down his teacup, stepped forward to look into the young man's eyes carefully, and said after a few tests: "I really can't see it?"

"It's not completely invisible, but I can still see some light." Wen Shuqiu closed his eyes and laughed: "It's better than nothing, and it's actually the same as before."

"Do you hate me?" Looking at his peaceful smile, Jiuxian suddenly asked without thinking.

"Why do you ask such a question?" Wen Shuqiu relaxed his body and tilted his head, obviously there was no focal length in his eyes, but Jiu Xian somehow felt that he was looking at himself.That kind of gaze has nothing to do with being blind or not, it comes from the heart and comes from the soul.

"Jiu Xian, you clearly know my answer." The young man sighed, "Yu Gong, I know exactly what made me become like this, Yu Si, you are my teacher and my friend. I will hate, but not blindly."

"No, you hate me, you should hate me." Jiuxian's mouth twitched a few times, and he laughed, "Yan Wuwu's future is uncertain, life and death are unpredictable, and you are going to leave with me soon, after that I will never see you again in my life. You are a pair of good brothers, maybe it is something else, it doesn't matter now."

"No." The young man vetoed in a low voice.

"Wen Shuqiu, admit it, you and Yan Wuwu are people from two worlds. As long as there is me, your superior, and Lord Suman around, you are destined to meet each other." Jiuxian took a sip of the tea in his cup And Jin, stood up and said: "Put away your small thoughts, if you have no second thoughts, you will not end up like this now."

"The end?" Wen Shuqiu laughed, and turned to face him: "I am willing to go through life and death for someone who treats me sincerely. I live up to my heart, and whatever I get, whether it is bitter fruit or anything else, comes from my heart. Where does it come from?" The next word?"

"You are much more eloquent than when you were young." Jiuxian stared at him for a moment, then said softly: "Do you know why I didn't escort your good 'brother', because I have more important things to do. Afternoon Let's go, you follow me."

Wen Shuqiu didn't ask where he was going, he stood up slowly, and his long hair fell down along with his movements.

"Besides." Jiuxian played with a small piece of the stove on the table, "I heard that woman Wen Qiaoying has left?"

"What the ghost-faced commander already knows, why bother to ask." The young man showed an emotionless smile, stood up, and walked to the window with bare feet: "Are you trying to laugh at her?"

Looking down from the window, there are only three or two wild cranes standing quietly on the edge of the garden combing their feathers, and now there is only a deserted shore that was carefully groomed in the past.

Wen Shuqiu couldn't see such a scene, there were only some subtle rustling and breathing sounds around him, it was as quiet as a maze.But this does not prevent him from perceiving the world. The water vapor brought by the gloomy clouds, the fresh and light forest smell in the Bliss Mountain, the scent of women's powder and incense in the house, and the hard lines at hand are all composed of everything. his whole world.

"Laugh?" Jiu Xian looked unpredictable: "What can I laugh at about her, die? Who wouldn't die. Even if that annoying woman dies, there are people who are willing to go with her. She is like that. It's a good end."

"If you want, you can die well." Wen Shuqiu walked up to him and stretched out his hand: "Give me back the hairpin."

"Exchange the beads."

"Beads?" Wen Shuqiu raised his brows and turned to him: "What beads? I don't believe you didn't search."

"It's up to you, I won't need it for the time being." Jiu Xian took out the white jade hairpin that was more than a palm long from his arms, and threw it back to him.

Wen Shuqiu took the hairpin, and he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Although it is a piece of jewelry, it is also his trump card to save his life, so it will give him peace of mind in his hand.

"Pack up and go." Seeing his slightly relaxed expression, the man sneered in his heart.

From the northern frontier to the prosperous south, one has to go through many obstacles of high mountains and torrents. If one takes the land route, there are a total of more than a hundred official roads.There is a pavilion for three miles, a post for ten miles, and there are officers and soldiers guarding the pass for interrogation.In order to avoid high tariffs, ordinary people can only choose to take remote paths.There are countless trails like this in the dynasty, some of which are only a little remote and generally safe, but some of them are located in dangerous places. Among them, Yunjuedao, Nangu Bridge, Guikuguan, and Cuiweiluan are famous.

That night.A group of men in gray clothes quietly approached the checkpoint of the official road.

The leader of the gray-clothed men was a tall man with two huge miao knives on his back, and a dark red birthmark covering his face, looking hideous like a ghost.The tall man got off his horse neatly and walked towards the officers and soldiers guarding the post.

"Who is here? Is there a token for the post office?" The little leader of the officers and soldiers stationed at the station stopped his pace and asked in a deep voice.

"This official." The man said with a smile, "Are you still guarding so late?"

While laughing, he secretly tucked a piece of broken silver into the palm of the leader, leaned over and said in a low voice, "It's convenient to walk the darts outside."

"What's in the car?" The little leader weighed the silver, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and said routinely: "Gold, silver, salt, iron tea are not allowed, don't make it difficult for us."

"Where can it be? Who dares to transport those things that have lost their heads." The man smiled obsequiously: "It's just cloth and some leather. We came from the north and wanted to make a fortune in the south."

"Let's go, my grandpa is in a good mood today, so this little money should be considered as a tribute to our wine money." The little leader grinned and signaled to let him go.

The team started on the road quietly again, and they didn't stop until they had walked three miles, and found a nearby pavilion to rest.A bonfire was lit in the post pavilion, which became the only bright sign in the dark night.A dozen or so gray-clothed men rolled over and got off their horses in unison, and then walked to the carriage behind to escort a person.Push him to the side of the fire.

The man was of high stature, with a mature and handsome face and a clear demeanor.

"Hero Yan, eat something." The man sneered, and he sliced ​​off a piece of meat with a dagger and handed it over.

He said it was to let him eat, but he didn't mean to let him go.Yan Wuwu took it with both hands helplessly, took a bite hard, and said vaguely, "Is there any wine?"

"Yes." Wei Sanjue took off the wine bag himself, threw it over, and asked with a sneer, "How does it feel to be a prisoner?"

Yan Wuxin was not annoyed by his contemptuous attitude, and took a sip of wine.The sweet and hot wine mixed with the meat all the way down the throat, and it was pressed straight into the stomach. He smiled happily: "Have fun! There is wine and meat, what kind of prisoner is Yan Mou?"

"You are so big-hearted, knowing that your future is uncertain, you can still laugh." Wei Sanjue snatched the wine bag, drank the last drop of wine in it, and wiped his mouth: "Don't hate me, I obey others .”

Yan Wuwu smiled, noncommittal.

"Is there anything else you regret?" Wei Sanjue lit the fire, and carefully wiped the knife. The fire flickered, making his face bright and dark: "Say it now, and you won't have a chance in the future." gone."

"There are a lot of regrets, but in fact, there are not many things to say." Yan Wuwu looked at the man with a serious expression, and said softly, "You don't look like a quack."

"What's not like?" Wei Sanjue snorted.

"I don't have the vigor to break into the rivers and lakes." Yan Wuwu glanced at the scar on his neck, "But that's good, the rivers and lakes are not a good place to go. If you don't have the energy to break through, you can quit."

Wei Sanjue froze his hands and raised his eyes.

At the beginning, he became a bandit, and he was so self-confident that he slaughtered half of the village, but the government couldn't stop him.I thought that no one in the world could do anything to me anymore, but I didn't expect that a chivalrous man in blue came and defeated him in three moves, and the palm wind brought out by the last move almost killed him.It was then that he knew what it meant to be someone outside someone.

But that boyish knight didn't kill him, he only left a plausible sentence before leaving.

"Get rid of self-attachment and do good deeds."

Advise him to be kind, to let go of his obsessions, and stop thinking about it.Wei Sanjue knew that this was right, people in Jianghu all wanted a good fruit and a happy death, so they accumulated virtue and did good deeds.But he was still struggling in his heart, why should he be kind?What is good?

He was silent for a while, and said with a sarcasm: "It's too tiring to be a good person. It's also a matter of becoming a Buddha. A good person needs to go through ninety-nine or eighty-one hardships to get rid of his fleshly body. A wicked person only needs to put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Since the results are the same, why not?" Take the easy road."

"You're wrong." Yan Wuxin clasped his hands together, his voice was as calm as water, and his eyes were full of fire and stars intertwined: "This 'butcher knife' is not a knife stained with blood, it is the root of all delusion, confusion, right and wrong, and persistence. Fit. Putting it down is not as easy as passing through 81. Good people may be twisted into evil in the midst of suffering, and wicked people will also repent one day. There is a "butcher's knife" everywhere in the heart. In the final analysis, letting go of the "butcher's knife" will It is the last step in achieving good results."

Wei Sanjue's expression was complicated, the hand holding the handle of the knife trembled, he got up suddenly, and strode away.

The author has something to say:

"Everywhere in the human heart is a butcher's knife." This sentence comes from Mr. Zhou Xuanyi, and it is explained here.

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