Wilderness alone

Yu Huai hadn't woken up yet.

Chong Li held his breath and calmed down to guide the aura to circulate in his body for a week, and when the mixed qi stagnated in the five internal organs was channeled for nearly [-]%, he withdrew his hands and stopped intervening.His fingers were pale and slender, with ominous spasms at the base of the fingers, and even the fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

It really looks like a pair of hands that a drunkard who is so drunk that he doesn't know the day and night, and the day and night, the sun and the moon, should have.

These hands were only an inch away from the throat of the young man he was embracing. He twirled around a lock of hair that was not tied into the crown, thinking of some interesting things in the past, and began to wander regardless of the occasion.

Uncle He really wanted to roll his eyes at him, but due to the limitations of the crane's face, it was difficult to accurately express abundant emotions, grinning and bulging eyes were like mourning.When encountering Chong Li who doesn't understand the style, it's purely to wink at the blind man.

"Why, the fairy fruit in the forest still can't fill your stomach?"

Uncle He even yelled and scolded: "Bah, kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs, bah, kindness is like an empty belly, you old men are not too tired of crookedness, anyway, you have done the most scandalous things back then, if you want to kiss, just kiss, it's so boring , I am worried for you."

Chong Li Gai teased Yu Huai's eyelashes, and quarreled with him calmly: "Oh, what's wrong with public morals?"

"You, you, you! Don't say anything wrong, don't listen to anything wrong...You little brat, don't try to trick me into breaking the precept!"

Uncle He's white hair was steaming red, he covered his ears and covered his face with his wings and muttered the mantra of purifying the heart, Chong Li took the opportunity to lower his head and touch Yu Huai's eyebrows.The young man struggled with the nightmare, sometimes frowning, sometimes clenching his long clothes tightly, inadvertently missing a sentence in his sleep, he could clearly hear every word, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be numb and tired of accepting his fate.

"My friend also likes to play this game all the time. Little brat... Don't you feel tired of being forced to live like that after growing up?"

"Well, this statement is wrong. Changhong was reborn as the adopted son of the Yu family and he did not forget to ask for a life debt from me. I, Chongli, never compare pennies and pennies like him. It's obviously not the same."

The white crane waved its wings and shook off two hairs, complaining that these words had a sour taste no matter how they sounded.It carefully looked at the sleeping brat, and said: "The brat has a lot of eyes, don't confuse him with my friend."

Chong Li said calmly: "I can save this. As for the violation of the rules, you just treat me as unwilling, and you can't help yourself."

Changhong has always been rebellious, he doesn't know what it means to follow the rules, he thinks that the gods, demons, ghosts, heaven, earth and people are exhausted, and there is no shackles on the body, so he should do as he pleases before he perishes.The master of Dachang Mountain, who was unrestrained and unrestrained in the past, is now willing to be bound by the rules and regulations of the world, which is really ridiculous.

Xiaochangshan was originally an opportunity for Changhong to return to the upper realm. As the spirit of Xiaochangshan, he also received blessings; Parting from love is not suffering, nor is it a waste of time - asking for more is greed.

He was thinking endlessly, getting too deep, he didn't notice Bai He's exclamation.

In the distance, the rosy palace, the flowing water and the flying catkins escaped like catkins. He was pushed down among the green grass and bamboo leaves. Just as he saw a star in the sky, he bumped into the face of an old man in his vision.

The young man who woke up held him firmly under his body, his back trembling like a beast in pain, his hands went down from his shoulders, and he clasped his wrists firmly.He stared at Chong Li for a moment, and when he saw the pair of long eyebrows, his eyes turned red, as if the knife with the broken mark cut off another three inches of his heart.

Chong Li's face changed in surprise: "Chang—"

The young man in a Taoist robe remained silent, and the dim flames in his eyes danced with all his strength, and they were finally extinguished by clarity.

He let go of his hands as if he was on fire, and glanced at his hands, not knowing why the situation had developed to this point.

Chong Li didn't hold much hope at all, and came back to his senses the fastest.He cursed at himself for being obsessed with obsession, gently pushed away Yu Huai who was knocked out of his body, straightened the slightly disheveled robes, and picked out a few bamboo leaves that had strayed into the folds of his clothes in his spare time.

Uncle He wisely played the role of a turtle with a shrunken head. He grabbed the flat-haired beast who patronized the show with no expression on his face, turned back halfway and picked up the almost abandoned wine jar, and left Yu Huai, who was in the mist, to escape with a crane.

Changhong died terribly, he died under his doom, he couldn't die anymore.

-

All Lingshan, Xiushui and Baodi are the bells of good fortune. The land veins have an endless stream of good luck.

Changhong is a well-known figure among the mountain spirits.

Dare to make up for all the virtues that he lacks in his mouth. He has made up for it in the process of practice. He idles around all day long and talks nonsense. If he doesn't practice, his spiritual power is soaring.He often went to the world to have fun, hang out with ghosts and monsters, and learned a whole set of abducting books from Goulan Fireworks. He was disrespectful, and he did not know how many little Lingxiu who were Zhengmiaohong had been harmed.Maybe the mountains and rivers are also classified into three, six, or nine grades, and only the highest rank can breed such wonderful flowers.

Uncle He has a clear mind, and he gave the hero a four-character command: beasts are inferior.As the saying goes, rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests, and his enemy is even worse than rabbits.

Shanling occasionally got together to talk about trivial matters. Changhong pulled Chongli, who was growing grass in the mountains, and said to everyone: This is my brother Changhong. He is not very old, so stop teasing him with your dirty words.

In the end, he was the one who spoke first.

When Uncle He noticed the trick, he had already abducted his "brother" back to his old nest Dachangshan, and rushed to build a qin platform on a dark and windy night to show his heart. Wind, flow is the flow of flowing water and peach blossoms.

Uncle He is lonely and lonely, with a little worry and a lot of heartache.

... That little kid Chong Li is too easy to deceive, why can't the upper world deceive a beautiful crane to be his wife?

Without him, everyone in the upper realm is shrewd, deserted and devoid of humanity.

Uncle He's heartache was not very long.

At that time, there were many sects and monks spread all over Kyushu. They couldn't live as long as the sky, as bright as the sun and the moon. Looking far and wide, they could only see the retribution within a hundred years.

The Chonghua sect was one of the ten million crucian carp that crossed the river back then, and it didn't have a good reputation. There are good and bad disciples in the sect, but it also has one advantage. The so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they dare to try any outrageous and appalling methods. try.

For example, killing spirits.

Chonghua Da Neng, who had eaten the heart of a bear and leopard, came up with an astoundingly insidious method, and set up a formation to take the aura of the earth veins and turn it into his own use, and the luck of the school was booming day by day.This confidential matter was tightly covered, and the implementation was secretive. Many juniors died without a sound, and the mountains and forests were full of twilight, as if the sun was dying.

Changhong searched for a long time but couldn't find any clues, until the disaster fell to Chongli.

This matter involves the schemes of the princes of the upper realm, and Uncle He knows it well, but Changhong, who has accompanied him to the small world for a hundred years, has cheated and swindled for hundreds of years. "Buddha said that all appearances are illusory. If you are happy now, how can you know if it is illusory happiness... My friend, if a person lives a lifetime and experiences hardships and joys, he will only realize that he is only a link in countless causes and effects when he is about to die. , isn't it too pitiful?"

Changhong coughed strangely: "... I see that the spiritual plants in the mountains are luxuriant, so it's not so hungry that they would eat Buddhist scriptures instead."

Uncle He was so choked that he got angry: "Go away, I am serious with you!" It choked and said weakly, "Well, let's put it another way, you are secretly happy with the little brat for a hundred years, one day Suddenly realize that this joy is an illusion—"

Changhong made a silent gesture, and cast a spell to make Chongli in his arms fall into a deeper sleep. The bright moon and stars shone, and fine water surged onto the qin platform, instantly dizzying the rock into deep black.He didn't realize that the long clothes were floating in the lake like water plants, and the sideways showed a faint sharpness that no one could understand, and finally he gently kissed Chong Li's forehead without saying a word.

Even if a fairy has the power to reach the sky, it is still an ant under the heaven.What is a mere body of flesh and blood?

People from the upper realm throw down the bait, and people from the lower realm flock to it, and they can do anything utterly unconscionable.The monk's greed is bottomless, and he wants to kill chickens and take eggs once and for all, devouring fairy spirits to increase his cultivation, so as to ascend to the upper realm to prove the Tao.

Before Changhong led people from Xiaochangshan to Dachangshan, and decided to burn everything together, he felt it was absurd.

He looked back at the sea of ​​clouds, piled up with wreckage, which had already dyed the snow-white into scarlet, just like the frenzied eyes of those monks——

Of all the appearances in the world, he could not bear Chongli alone, and there was only one Chongli named after him.

On the day when the peak of Dachang Mountain was flattened and the power of the Chonghua School died, Changhong, the mountain spirit, stood alone on the top of the mountain and condemned his crimes.

He concluded by saying:

"—Cultivating the Tao against the sky? What kind of Tao are you cultivating? Even if you are troubled and worrying, it is difficult to escape the shackles of cause and effect, and it is difficult to escape the laws of nature and human feelings... As far as the morning fungus cricket, the big chrysanthemum ghost, one lives and dies overnight, and the other Qiao Song Life, but it is no different from heaven and earth. To seek longevity and kill innocent people, is this the way you want to prove? Cutting off six desires, giving up relatives, and binding yourself in a cocoon, is this the way you want? Such is the sky, such is this The way... If you continue to chase the short crane, don't abandon it!"

Chongli destroyed Xiaochangshan's unformed formation, and by the time he got out of trouble, it was already over.

Dachang Mountain is covered with scorched earth, and if no human voice is heard, it is a place of death.

The name of Changhong's calamity is by no means in vain, he has committed thousands of murders, and he is still one step away from the underworld, and he is still busy picking out the complete bones and smashing them one by one.

He looked at Chong Li apologetically, and scattered into flying dust the moment Chong Li touched his body.

Chong Li thought he might be crazy.

But sometimes the hate lies in being too sober.

He is very sober, and he didn't learn the words "Life and death go hand in hand" in Fengyue's storybook, all because he looked down on the vines that were born with love.

In fact, he doesn't like wine. He drank half a jar of Baixiancao wine that year, and the rest was properly sealed in Xiaochang Mountain, but he slowly practiced a thousand cups during those years when he lived alone in the valley. The amount of alcohol that is not drunk.

From Chongli's point of view, the life and death of all things has nothing to do with others, it's just that the lack of an elder who pours wine into him makes it a little bit tasteless;

From Uncle He's point of view, this little brat is indeed living a good life, but he just drank alcohol all day long and let another elder come back to life on him.

Bai He stayed in the lower realm for a long time, and his heart was softened by Sanqian Hongchen, so he couldn't help saying: "Little brat, you listened carefully, Changhong is not dead!"

Chong Li responded indifferently, guessing that the little brat didn't hear his heart, he jumped anxiously: "If my uncle wants to tell half a lie, he will be struck by lightning and become a roasted crane!"

As soon as the voice fell, black clouds gathered, the sky was dark, and the mountains and rain were about to come.

Chong Li took a sip of his wine: "You talk, I'll listen."

Uncle He's strong man broke his wrist: "Those monks want to smash the void and climb to the upper realm, and the gods and gods of the upper realm often come to the lower realm to experience calamities. Changhong is one of them. He and you...cough, with this fate, they are originally a link." Destined cause and effect, in a hundred years or so this kid will change his skin and become a hero, and after another round of training, he will return to the upper realm—"

A wrist-thick switch struck his head, Uncle He howled like a ghost, Chong Li waved his hand in time to block it to save him from being half-cooked.It was full of loyalty and courage, and it became frightened by such an outburst, trembling, not daring to let go of the secret, and curious about how Chongli would react.

Changhong died for Chongli because of the reason, and now this cause and effect has turned into a broken mark running through one of his eyebrows, he raised this eyebrow and patted the white crane, calmly said: "You don't have to think about me, just say-I was born to be perfect The stubborn stone he returned to the world, he still had to look forward to Shu and hope for the favor of the gods. Or maybe the way of heaven wanted to set up a catastrophe for him, so that the big and small Changshan and the Chonghua sect killed the spirit... There is always a difference between these two conjectures Fake it."

Uncle He just swore a poisonous oath, so it's not easy to lie to deceive him, so he nodded his head in spite of himself.

Chong Li drank another jar of wine in silence, and staggered all the way back to Xiaochangshan.

During the hundred years of his slumber, the Chonghua sect lost the power to master the spirit-killing formation, and could only retreat to Xiaochangshan to live on the remaining spiritual energy, but still cherish the glory of the past, open up another cave, and make a living. The sect halls and pavilions are magnificently built.

Another hundred years later, Chong Li's demons were hard to get rid of, and his face was completely changed when he crossed the catastrophe, becoming a remnant soul living on the old things.

There are ups and downs in personnel, and the ups and downs are old traces. Now on Xiaochang Mountain, there are only one crane and one forest, a sect that is no longer brilliant, a wine jar that can't be drunk, and a drunkard who spends his days like years with nothing but a skeleton.