no one knows better than me

On the endless golden desert, Zhuang Huang slowly turned his head and fixed his eyes on Zhuang Qingliu's face.

After a long time, she narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "How did you follow me?"

Zhuang Qingliu didn't speak, and calmly glanced at the kneeling corpses of Pei Huang beside her, then turned to the side, and looked out one by one, row by row, piece by piece.

The huge wild desert is full of kneeling corpses accumulated over the years.

Zhuang Huang looked at her with a clear expression instantly, and after slightly moving the tip of his eyebrows, he glanced at Pei Huang's corpse at his feet: "How could you think of that?"

"At Yinlei Peak in Meishan before, you wouldn't want to save Hou Yan. So his life is useless, and the only thing that is useful is his corpse." Zhuang Qingliu didn't look at her, her gaze was still on Walking around slowly, with an unusually calm tone, "So what should I call you now, Master—or Zhenshan Monk?"

The strong wind blew up the yellow sand, blocking the sight, and the people in front of him became blurred and unreal at the same time.

In fact, from the very beginning, there have been too many clues about this mysterious "mountain town monk": the whereabouts of Zhuang Qingliu, who can never be seen, but who can always be pinpointed, the mysterious understanding of everything, and everywhere. Unexplainable coincidence.

Of course, the most important thing is the whereabouts of those swaying and wandering on the spirit plate-every time something happens, the people on the Dream Tide will leave the island quietly; People who leave the island will always appear in Deng Linyu's Immortal Mansion the next moment.These whereabouts piled up again and again, finally, after a long time, pointed the strange truth to the deep buried bottom of the water.

This finally made people figure out why Zhuang Huang would suddenly appear there when Zhuang Qingliu and Zhu Heng entered the Yu's Immortal Mansion directly for the first time.

"Because the eminent monk sitting in the cave at that time was you." Zhuang Qingliu finally raised his eyes.

Zhuang Huang didn't change color after being exposed, but after looking at Zhuang Qingliu's face for a moment, he smiled with his hands behind his back: "You're plotting against me so much."

"Haven't you calculated me?"

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes also fell on her face without moving: "Have you not plotted against others?"

"The nightmare of Hou Yin, the beauty bone in the plum bank, the jade spirit of Lan Song, the art of changing the spirit veins mastered by Mei Huaye's mother and son, the ginseng lines that keep floating on Duan Bin's face, the tonghe who can't escape the trace all the time, Yu Chenyue thinks he has mastered the secrets of what he did, the self-directed and self-acted story, the shattering of the dream tide barrier, and even the 'stolen' clansmen... These, who are behind the design? And who is behind the push? "

Zhuang Huang raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked her calmly: "Where is the design? What does it have to do with promotion? Take a closer look, every one of these things, every one, every key decision, is made by themselves Yes, all of them. There are always strange reasons behind what happens every day in this world, but the important thing is not the reason, but the fact that this thing really happened. You have been the young master of Gumengchao for so many years. You should know the truth that deeds don’t matter—”

"The simplest sentence, aren't those people the same faces?"

Zhuang Qingliu stood quietly by the side without speaking.

"When a person is so strong that he can't beat him, then he can only look for her weakness." Zhuang Huang looked around her body, and his tone was still unhurried, "Humans are the best at this. "

Zhuang Qingliu nodded, and swept the shadows under her feet: "You know them so well?"

The corners of Zhuang Huang's mouth curled up: "You don't need to understand too much. When you own and earn something good, there will always be someone who wants to grab it for you. Even if there is no such thing as the thinness of the world's spiritual energy, those despicable people and you Turning your face can be calculated without pinching your fingers."

Zhuang Qingliu narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, but still nodded.

Zhuang Huang raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes: "Is there anything else you want to know?"

Zhuang Qingliu walked slowly on the sandy ground with her head bowed, her palms spread out, and she casually brushed over a swaying salty leaf: "Naturally—I want to know what you want to do."

Zhuang Huang chuckled, suddenly reached out to grab her, and disappeared in place with her figure.In the next moment, the two of them were already sitting in a walking carriage, shuttling between the bustling and lively market.

"—Help! Help...Help!!"

Suddenly there was a woman's scream, Zhuang Huang casually reached out and lifted the curtain of the car, signaling Zhuang Qingliu to look out - it was getting dark outside, and the carriage was turning the corner of an alley, different from the brightly lit street, this remote place It was very dark.And under the city wall in the front left, there are two men who don't know if they are drunks are tearing the clothes of a flower girl, and a beggar sitting cross-legged is watching with great interest not far away.

The moment Zhuang Qingliu shot, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and it was replaced by a big boat drifting along the water under the sun.

Zhuang Huang pressed her shoulders with both hands motionless, but he seemed to have the power to pin her in place, and said calmly: "You don't need to go, you can't find where it is just by looking at it." After speaking, he raised his chin and said, "Look over there."

Following her gaze, she pointed to a middle-aged man standing at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his hands, and his clothes were quite affluent.However, the next moment, the middle-aged man was suddenly pushed underwater by a pair of poisonous snake-like hands, and another younger man squatted on the bow of the boat, raised his hand to wipe the splashed water on his face, and lowered his head. Muttering: "Brother Six...I promise this is the last time..."

After bouncing up and down a few times, the people in the water were quickly submerged by the surging current.None of the entourage showed up.

Zhuang Huang stretched out his hand and said in a normal tone: "That's the third brother he killed, and he wanted to occupy all their land and family property."

While talking, the sight turned into a country villa that was being ransacked with corpses all over the place, a horse thief covered in black made a couple pick up their swords to kill each other, and spat next to them: "Bah! Rich people deserve to die."

Zhuang Huang sat on the top of the roof with Zhuang Qingliu with a calm expression, and said, "Did you see that? You can find any one of these people at will, and in five or ten years, countless people will die in their hands." -"

Following what she was saying, Zhuang Qingliu made a move from a distance and rescued a servant who had been slashed in the face by the wind of a knife.However, at almost the same moment, the running maidservant behind him was pierced through the vest by a gleaming gun.

Zhuang Huang's non-stop voice was paradoxical and ethereal: "—and those who will suffer from it one day cannot be saved by just saving them."

At this moment, a thunderbolt suddenly struck Zhuang Qingliu, and the figures of the two disappeared in place.

In the next moment, Zhuang Huang appeared like a ghost in the courtyard of the villa where the gate was kicked into pieces, waved his hand lightly, and sent all the weapons in the hands of the people in the villa into their own mouths; then took a step, raised his hand and overturned The boat on the river drowned everyone in the water together; finally returned to the city wall at night, let the bullied woman commit suicide, and calmly killed the two drunken gamblers and the sidekick for her. beggars.

"Saving people is not easy, there is only one way to do it once and for all." Zhuang Huang raised his hand, made a stroke on his neck lightly, let go of Zhuang Qingliu's shoulder and said, "You will only know if you kill someone completely." How many people did I save who were about to die in their hands?"

Zhuang Qingliu looked into her eyes expressionlessly: "Beggars, couples, a boatload of people—do they all deserve to die?"

"The beggar's eyes are always full of eagerness. The husband and wife hold their swords tightly and aim at each other. The people in the boat may all be bought by money and no one makes a move. Shouldn't they die?"

Zhuang Qingliu calmly confirmed: "Anyone who might want to make a move, no matter whether he intends to do it or not, and whether he knows it or not, should he die?"

Zhuang Huang's tone seemed to have a deep meaning: "It has reached the point where it is possible to make a move, and it will always be made, such as Deng Linyu's; whether it is intentional or not, it is not easy for them to turn against each other because of a simple push. Doesn’t it mean that they are damned? Such as the Lan family and the Pei family; and those who know it or not, wouldn’t it be easier to let them know? The whole world is waiting.”

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head and turned his scarred palm back and forth: "What are you going to do?"

"I don't have to do much."

Zhuang Huang lowered his eyes meaningfully, and at some point a bottle of medicine appeared in his hand, and lightly poured it on Zhuang Qingliu like taking care of a child: "Those who are connected with each other are divided, and those who have ghosts are gathered together. I will point the sword points at each other, all I have to do is raise my hand and push gently, and I don’t need to do anything else.”

Zhuang Qingliu looked at the medicine powder in his hand for a while, then raised his eyelids silently, and suddenly asked: "You want to take 'them' back, how do you do it?"

The expression on Zhuang Huang's face was mysterious and infinite for a moment, and the jade bottle holding the medicine disappeared into the palm of his hand, and he moved his five fingers one by one twice: "Do you know the difference between the first floor of the altar hall and the bottom floor?"

The image of the altar in Zhuang Qingliu's mind flicked like light and shadow spinning and shuttling, and the corner of his eye fell slightly on Zhuang Huang's face, without saying a word.

"Okay." Zhuang Huang gently touched her head with his hand, kindly and affectionately, "Stop asking questions. It's okay to let you know some things, and you won't understand some things if I tell you now You just need to know that I will not harm you, whether it is Gumengchao or the altar, it will be handed over to you one day."

"—that's it."

After a long silence, Zhuang Qingliu turned his head to look at the sinking sunset, and cast his eyes long into the distance: "One last question, does our kid have to die too?"

Zhuang Huang clasped his hands behind his back, suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled at her.

Zhuang Qingliu also laughed, and looked away: "I see."

The author has something to say: Yes, the past tense is coming to an end, and I guess it will be finished in two chapters, but I am sleepy every day during this period, and I feel sleepy when I touch the computer. Although today is very short, But I really tried my best every day).