Water flowing clouds

Xiao Yishan is famous all over the world, and his reputation is not for nothing. At least he has a strong mouth, and he is best at starting from the slightest, displaying the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty one by one. The authorities are stuck in the game. , He can also sort it out one by one, spread it out in front of them and let them see the priorities for themselves, and let them weigh the trade-offs by themselves.The most important thing is that he can say some things that no one dares to say, and he is not afraid of offending anyone, and he is not afraid of someone giving him small shoes to wear or calculating the general account after autumn. What he says and does is nothing more than conscience. Said, just looking forward to a good result for both parties, and not thinking about which side will benefit and which side will lose.To be honest, he was not fully sure that he could persuade this witch god who had penetrated into the horns of the bull, so he could only tell him the simplest fact - a lock will not last long, even if it is locked for a lifetime, it will be the same. unfamiliar.It's better to give a way, both sides have a chance to breathe, not under the nose, but may win a turning point, anyway, he has all-hands, as long as he thinks, there are plenty of ways to get people back and lock them up.The human heart is subtle and unpredictable. It can lead to a desperate situation because of a lock, or it can gradually miss the good old days because of a way out.Time and distance are good medicines, love and hatred may show up in a different way after grinding.It is estimated that this god knows about the disciple's long-term love and stubbornness. The imprint engraved in the life of an entanglement should not be erased in this life. With such a deep bond, he doesn't have to worry about it being gone forever after the disciple gets away.

Having said all that needs to be said, the old man picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea slowly, waiting for the witch god to tear himself apart, kill himself, and he had nowhere to go - vote?Where to invest?He has not spoken to that person for more than a year, and he is unwilling to speak, so he is still willing to go to him?Walk?Let that person go, and he will be invisible and intangible from now on. At most, he can catch a remnant in the secret report of the wizards. How can he quench his thirst?Relying on the clothes worn by that person, the quilt pillow covered, relying on wine, relying on dreams?What a miserable sight it was...

Is there any weed?Is there any regret medicine?Even if there is, it can't hold back the sorcerer's bitter love for the "passing water", can't accept the lingering affection, can't avoid the ignorance, can't change the temperament, can't clean up the past, can't turn back from the sea of ​​evil, in the end, he can only gamble with himself-- He let the man fly from his hand, but with a string.The line is the love Gu, a batch of unknown number of witches who follow each other from far and near like a shadow, and it is his interception and entanglement at any time when the longing is irresolvable.

No matter how messy and messy the funeral is, the siege is resolved.

The old man stood outside Chunshui Thatched Cottage for a long time, serving as a "leading light" for the disciples who were cats in some corner nearby.It means: let’s go, let’s go, go back if you want.Knowing that you haven't closed your eyes for ten days, haven't eaten a decent meal, and you haven't hurt yourself, you probably have a lot of holes in your heart. Isn't the master just using it at this time? Come back, let's talk about what happens in the future, Let's go and see...

He Jingzhen stayed up until the middle of the night, when it was darkest and ugly, he sneaked back to Chunshui Thatched Cottage.The old man predicted that he would not go through the main door or the side door, but must go through the east side door, so he also left the door open for him.Anyway, he was getting older and less sleepy, so he put on his clothes and waited for him under the corridor.When the master and apprentice meet again three years later, they will talk as little as they did when they parted.Master said: Are you hungry?Drink a bowl of porridge first, I haven't entertained my stomach well for so many days, and I will hurt myself if I eat too much and too much.The apprentice took the bowl of porridge from the master and drank it quietly.Master said: The bedding has been arranged for you, go to sleep.Tu'er quietly walked towards the room where he used to live, like an old horse who knew the way, his eyes turned black and his head hurt, he didn't take a wrong step, pushed the door in and fell asleep when he reached the place.After sleeping for a day and a night, I had countless dreams, the dreams alternated between real and false, and I couldn't catch them. When I woke up, I was more sleepy, and I was feeling stupid. The master opened the door and came in and put down a pill, saying: Here, he left it for you.Who is this "he" is tacitly understood by each other, and what the pill is used for is also well known to each other - the heart-eating Gu is solved, the love Gu is still there, and the ties will still be broken after all.

He Jingzhen picked up the pill, looked at it silently for a moment, and swallowed it with his head raised.

Thinking of the night before the incident, when it was the full fifteenth month, he was sitting on the edge of the tower, looking at the huge moon, which was exactly the same as the one ten years ago, but his mood had changed. What you get changes accordingly.They have been entangled for more than two years now, and he has also asked himself for the answer: what about the witch god, whether it is resentment, hatred, love or hatred, and whether it is possible to make a clean break with the past?Can you let go of your remaining affection?The result is still blank.His emotions towards the witch god are extremely mixed, and none of them can be used to cover or obliterate the other.Then, after that, he couldn't pull out the other one and left only one, which was also hopeless and unsolvable.

The moon was in the mid-heaven, and footsteps were heard on the stone steps, and the witch god walked up the steps, holding a cloak in his hand.

"It's late autumn, catch a cold carefully." The cloak seemed to flow from the top of his head to his ankles, and the material was as soft and delicate as his heart.

He doesn't look back, and he doesn't know how to respond. He has been silent for more than a year, and the tip of his tongue has long been unfamiliar with words. Besides, the truth is not everyone likes to hear it. Yes, the more I talk about it, the more shocking I am. It turns out that I have ended up in such a miserable situation.It would be better not to say.

"The solution to the Heart-biting Gu has already begun, you..." What are you doing?The witch god has no more text.He just put him in his arms with his cloak and hugged him tightly.Those who have gone cannot be kept, and those who have gone cannot be chased. What can be trapped is only the present.

Years later, He Jingzhen fought, wandered and moved around, in the vast desert, in the long river at sunset, at the place where the water and the sky meet, in the dead of night, there will always be a moment when he can't help remembering the life and death entanglement with that witch god, and the dependence on each other after tiredness .Walk to the poor water, sit and watch the clouds rise.A place with poor water is not necessarily a place with poor mountains and rivers. If you go around it, it may be an open world with a passing cloud.Xiao Yishan is right about this point, time and distance are good medicines, while it enriches He Jingzhen's wings, it also wears away his edges and corners, allowing him to gradually appreciate this chaotic feeling in the sinister and unpredictable world of preciousness.If there is anyone who has treated him with the same heart and heart, it is undoubtedly only this witch god.Even if it was care and pampering mixed with shady lust, even if he hunted the first prisoner and locked him behind, he never lied to him. The Miao people's single-mindedness and loyalty to the established one are the same as monopoly and arbitrariness Sincerely.It's just that he hadn't been tortured by the people of the world back then, so he just thought it was a bad fate, so he just wanted to escape.It is also destined that there are some things in this life, which cannot be advanced or delayed, and can only bloom and bear fruit at the right time.

He Jingzhen stayed in Chunshui Cottage for three days, and the heart-biting Gu had been resolved, but the love Gu broke out irregularly, twice within three days.Lust was tormented and itched from the cracks in his bones, he gritted his teeth to hold back, the unbearable pain for an hour just made him survive it forcefully.But going on like this is not an option, he still has to go, and he has to go to the troubled times, where there is everything, and there is probably an antidote for this love gu.He went to find Xiao Yishan, the old man didn't say anything after hearing this, he just wrote a letter for him to take with him, prepared money, dry food and several sets of clothes for him.The letter was addressed to Senior Senior Brother Zhou Xingfeng, saying that he would temporarily entrust Junior Junior Brother to him, to see if he could transfer Junior Junior Brother to Shen Feibai's command to practice and practice, not to earn any military exploits, it would be good to sharpen his temperament.The words were tactful and tortuous. It’s time for the little boy to leave this miasma. If he doesn’t leave, the god will change his mind at some point. If he comes back, a bad old man won’t be able to save him again. .Going to the troubled times is a last resort, and the mountains, rivers, and mountains of the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains can probably hide such a little He Jingzhen.

Four days later, He Jingzhen, carrying a small burden and carrying the heavy bow that Shen Feibai left him, set off from Chunshui Cottage, via Luochuan, bypassing Yongzhou from Qingzhou, and entered the troubled times of three parts of the world.

Volume [-], Mountains, Rivers and Mountains of Eight Thousand Miles