Water flowing clouds

In a hurry, I didn't have time to elaborate, so I just said something useless.

The senior brother asked the junior, is there anything else to learn?Shen Zhou also came here this time, if you have any doubts, you can find him.

The younger brother said it was okay, General Shen left a booklet on mind cultivation, but he didn't ask for it yet.

The brothers and sisters are not talkative, and after a while, they have nothing to say.After a while of silence, the younger brother had nothing to say: "It's getting colder, and the brother is traveling all the way, so you should pay attention to adding clothes to keep warm, so you don't get sick from the cold."

The senior brother didn't make a sound, just stared at the junior brother's face, staring at the flowers, and then said after a while: "Okay. You too, don't take a shower with well water."

The junior brother thought that the senior brother was looking for something to talk to like him, so he nodded obediently to show his appreciation.

Time was running out, and in the time it took to say these two simple words, two groups of people came to urge them to leave.This is going to go.

The younger brother sent out the door, watched the older brother go away, turned around and closed the door when the sound of horseshoes went out.I didn't see my brother turning back from a distance.

I didn't expect this farewell to be three years.

On the one hand, Senior Brother Zhou was held back by the current situation and the battle, and the planning and layout were all in a chain, one layer after another, one trap after another, domestically busy scraping bones to cure poison, and overseas busy uniting with others, very busy, Can't get away easily.

On the other hand, Junior Brother He asked the people who came down from Shenshan Mountain to "please" to leave.From "please" up the mountain to "escape" down the mountain, there was an interval of three years.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Jing was really "invited" up the mountain.The white robes came prepared and packed them up for him lightly and quickly. The big and small rolls were sorted out, neatly stacked and loaded into the car, and then everything was ready to wait for his "east wind".

Before coming out of Chunshui Thatched Cottage, the old man was like an old bird about to empty its nest, rushing in and out with sadness and relief, packing his bags for him, rarely saying a word.In fact, there are thousands of words, but I don't know where to pick them up.He Jingzhen was eight years old and less than nine years old. He entered the Chunshui Thatched Cottage. He was a thin man, not as tall as the broom he was holding. Almost ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Those mornings and evenings slipped away as soon as they said they would, what a time. Not forgiving!Although there is always a banquet in the world, it is not a good feeling in my heart.What's more, the three apprentices flew away one by one, leaving a bad old man, I don't know how long it will take to get them all together again.

"Jane, come back and take a look when you have time." The old man was so emotionally moved.

Compared with master and apprentice, the old man and He Jingzhen are more like a father and son.The old man may not be loving enough, but he has done everything he should do for his father, and his heart is broken.

He Jingzhen took the luggage and stood in front of the old man with his head down. His tears repeatedly refused to fall to the ground. He took a sharp breath to force back the tears that were about to flood, and slowly knelt down, straightened up, and gave it seriously. The old man kowtowed three times: "Master, Xingjian has gone."

He got up from the ground and followed the white robes without looking back.

When you come, you are alone, and when you go, the return date is uncertain.

The white robes carried He Jingzhen on their way, and they didn't say a single word except to ask him to come down to eat, drink, and let the wind pass.So the future of this journey seems uncertain, and I don't know what ending is waiting ahead.

He Jingzhen converted the saved silver into bank notes, sewn it into a small cloth bag and hid it next to his body.There is not much money, and it may be difficult to redeem a living person, but it is not hopeless, he still has the strength, if not, he can use himself to be a coolie, ten years if a year is not enough, ten years If it's not enough, it's just one life, and it can always redeem people.If he can't exchange it honestly, he still dares to find an opportunity to snatch the person out, at worst, hide in the deep mountains and old forests, or go desperately in the troubled times of Han soil, if he doesn't believe he can't make a way out!

It's good to be an ignorant teenager. A newborn calf has never seen a tiger, and he just thinks that he can overcome all difficulties and dangers with his own hands.How naive, coaxing myself to sleep by making up a dream.In his sleep, he was carried up to the holy mountain by the witches with a lifting pole, and then he was carried to a small side hall next to the sleeping hall of the witch god and settled down.Sleeping so hard, I missed the majestic stone buildings under the moon.

It is difficult to describe these houses and platforms built with huge stones and carved beams and painted buildings on the stones.It is a thing of extreme imagination, the absurdity and magnificence that cannot be realized in a dream, but it stands in this world.The large blocks of black and red are overwhelming, and in it, no one does not feel that they are as small as dust.

That's right.This is not for "people" to live in, but for "gods" who have ascended.Neither the fireworks in the world nor the world of mortals are allowed to remain in the slightest.Thousands of miles of miasma, 200 mountains, and a sacred place where millions of mountain people have dedicated their lives have finally ushered in the first real master in the past thousand and [-] years.

The master had just come down from a Nuo ceremony for sacrificing the gods, and before he had time to change into the god clothes, he hurried to the small side hall next to the main hall when he heard that the person had arrived.The small side hall is in the east, and the offering platform is in the west. There are thousands of palaces, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions in the middle.

In the dead of night, the witch god was wearing a black and gold red phoenix robe, and galloped on the Shinto path. The large sleeves of the toga robe were raised back, which was astonishingly eye-catching. After a while, the witch attendants surrounded him, forming a small circle around him. Surround him, enclose the witch god, and defend him against back arrows, flints, and poisonous needles at any time.They didn't dare to step forward, they didn't dare to withdraw, and they didn't dare to ask a word, so they just ran with them from the altar to the small side hall.Seeing that nothing happened, he withdrew to a dark place.

Just a few steps, it seems to be separated from the abyss.Cowardly and timid, nine years of love are like needles, and every needle hurts so much that people pick it up and put it at hand, but they dare not touch it.

What's behind that door?What happens after you push it away?

After going through nine illusions, he hides an unbearable him, and he has many faces so ambiguous, what kind of mind and face will he use to deal with the person behind the door?In the illusion, they are all lost/souled/eclipsed/bone, and they are all water/milk/intercourse/melted. If he doesn't want to outside the illusion, how should he deal with himself?Dare to think so deeply?

A witch god whose emotions and desires are stronger than ordinary people, is doomed to have no way out.Either root out the lust, or let it tower to the sky.The root has already penetrated into the soul, and there is no way to cut it off, so we can only do whatever it takes to help it rise to the sky.

The witch attendants saw that the witch god stopped outside the door of the small side hall, with both hands resting on the door, to push or not, they just stood there stiffly.The dew was deeper and heavier, and the dew wet his silvery hair, and also wet his red phoenix robe with a black gold background. No one knew how long he would have to stand.

If you don't go in, is it possible to stand outside the door all night?

Is it that hard to push a door?

Why bother if you have to push yourself to a lonely place with nowhere to go?

The taciturn witch god was the closest person at that moment.He was dressed in night dew, and his clothes were drenched with sweat from the torment of his dark lust.For a long time.In the end, he gambled hard, clenched the tiger's head copper door knocker with both hands, and pushed it lightly.The door is ajar, and it opens wide when you push it, as if it is convenient for you to do anything.There were many curtains in the hall, and when he lifted the last one, he closed his eyes severely.what's the function?As soon as it was opened, the situation changed.

Under the candlelight, that person was no different from the demon in the illusion.The same slenderness and flexibility, the same sour aftertaste, and the same sun-colored skin.He didn't remember whether he had secretly prayed that this would be the same, and whether he knew whether this situation was a wish come true or a nightmare came true.

"Fatty..." A low sigh.Or it is a groan/moan that is deeply hurt and painful.

nine years.Rourou is no longer a joking name for a layer of small fat that can't get off, it has become another meaning, covered with a "joke" skin and filled with bizarre stuffing.Do you dare to peel off the skin and reveal the flesh inside, so that that person can see clearly?Can't help but drive him crazy!

I only dare to call "Rourou", from the bottom of my heart, and call it one after another.

Why can't I wake up?

Want to hug?Do you want to touch it?Are you going to strip it off to see if this hue is real?

The desire was raging, and the witch god suddenly couldn't stand upright, and the whole body collapsed on the man. It collapsed really completely, and the overlapping coverage was just right.Two flesh and blood bodies are glued together, and they will go crazy when they smell the smell.There was a smell of green wheat on the man's body, with a bit of bitterness, it filled the entire nasal cavity, then crawled into the lungs along the nasal cavity, and then crawled into the heart, cutting off the heart completely.

For a witch god without a heart, no mortal shame can restrain him.

Hit the striker with your eyes first.

The clothes the man was wearing were old, the black clothes and trousers were washed so that the background color was exposed, and they were too loose, and the growth quota for the next few years had been prepared in advance.The man was sound asleep, and a shoulder just broke out from the overly wide collar. He gently flicked along the "crack", and it faded to the end without any trouble. The sun-colored skin was exposed by the candlelight It was like smearing honey, and the tip of the tongue licked it so sweet.Starting from the shoulders, his hands walked along the waistline, wherever he went, his long nails scratched a white mark on the top, bleeding could be cut with a little force, and small blood spots bloomed on the skin. The tip of the tongue hunted all the way.Hunting is also exhausting, and the witch god lost control very quickly, biting on the crest of the neck, the man was suffering from pain in his sleep, and with a little "oops", his limbs trembled, and he slapped him lightly on the face.This moment was no small matter, he was confused, took a step back, and suddenly saw a person sitting on the right partition——silver hair, blue eyes, red bird and black clothes.It turned out to be a bronze mirror inlaid on the right partition wall.He leaned closer and carefully looked at the image in the mirror—the silver hair was messed up and tangled up on his half-faded clothes; there were a few bloodshot streaks beside the blue pupils, which were the remnants of a dozen sleepless nights; his lips were blood red, having just had a full meal The sweetness, the unbelievable moistness.

Is this thing reflected in the mirror still a god?Not even people.It's a sleepy beast.

Ferocious and ugly, I can't bear to see it.

He backed away, took a few steps out of the door, sealed the door with all his might, and blocked himself out.

No matter what, the reunion is unstoppable.