Chapter 66 The Third Lamp (1) ...

The coast of the East China Sea is not a prosperous land of fish and rice, the land is barren and hilly.

In the distance, there is an endless sea. When the night falls, the shadows of those mountains linger here, revealing the rugged reefs below. Occasionally one or two small boats float by below, and the lighthouse on Bo shines icy light. , like a blade of light, pointing to the depths of the East China Sea, the legendary monster in the land of the abyss.

No one knows where its edge is, and no one has been there. Those small islands further east in the East China Sea seem to have become extinct. It is said that there are gods and demons living on them, and ordinary fishermen dare not approach them.

There are many reefs in this place, even if they rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea, they are also relatively poor. Every year, many teenagers leave their homes with simple luggage and go to far away places. When the time comes, there may be a return, sometimes a year, sometimes a few years, sometimes a few decades.

When he left, he was full of beauties, and when he returned, he was half a hundred peasants. Even though the local accent has not changed, both the hometown and the returning people have changed beyond recognition, and almost no one knows each other.

So there is a custom here. From the winter solstice, counting five to twenty-five days after the winter solstice, counting the number of plum blossoms, it is the East Wind Festival, which was later called the Small Reunion Festival. Each with their best outfits and come back as polished as possible.

The folk customs of the East China Sea are more sturdy. On the day of the Small Reunion Festival, the women will dress up beautifully and wait on the side of the road. The unmarried men will stick a small branch in the hat. Returning home, if the young man is more handsome, there will be women's hearts.

Over time, the small reunion festival here has become like the Qixi Festival, and it has become an ambiguous and beautiful festival for young men and women to talk to each other.

On this day, the small fishing villages on the coast of the East China Sea will be decorated with lanterns, young men and women will sit around the fire on the top of the high hills, singing and dancing. As if it was a lot softer, the veterans who guarded the gates of Bo Shang would use a flute chuī in a high lighthouse to add to the fun, and with the whistle and lights flying down, it has the same penetrating power and can As the sea rolled out layer by layer.

spread to islands far, far away.

It spread to Bai Li's ears, whose hearing had been blurred.

His limbs and bones seemed to be on fire, as if there was a small knife. After cutting him open and then connecting it, Bai Li was buried in the thicker and thicker white mist. He felt that the person holding the knife, With sad, silent eyes - he knew it was himself.

At this time, Bai Li felt that he was about to die.

Died in the cheerful flute and the high-pitched singing of the girl, they were carried over by the wind, and the ending sound seemed to be a little off. Listening to the ears, there is an indescribable bleakness. Those buried in his shadow are always ready to eat. His flesh and the monsters that drink his blood are all staring at him, waiting to pounce at any time.

But it was that extremely soft and extremely large white fog, which was protecting him while Ling Chi.

Bai Li never knew that half of the bloodline that he had thrown away with his own hands could have such a large amount of blood.

A long time ago, he wanted boundless power to be able to overturn clouds and rain and do whatever he wanted. However, when he really thought about it and did it, he found that... he still couldn't get a person's heart.

He has understood countless things, but he has never been alone, and he does not understand the human heart.

Bai Li hissed and screamed. For a moment, a thought flashed in his heart like lightning. He thought, don't do it for no reason. If you die like this, you will be a cow and a horse in the next life, and a pig and a dog. Don't see him again.

This thought just flashed by, and he felt an extremely cool air penetrate his body from his forehead. The burning pain subsided a lot in an instant. The white fog seemed to be thinner, and the white fog condensed into The human figure also disappeared, just at this moment, from his forehead drilled into the body.

That moment was very miraculous, Bai Li felt like a person who had been drowsy for a long time, struggling in the confusion of half-dreaming and half-awake, and suddenly returned to the world.

Cangyun Mountain, which had been buried deep in the deepest memory for a long time ago, is still vivid in my mind. Those bleak and happy childhood days seem to suddenly emerge out of thin air, like a fleeting moment for decades.

A person... No matter what origin or bloodline is, one cannot separate oneself. Even if he really abandons himself, he will no longer be the person he once was. Bai Lifu is so heartfelt that he suddenly understands what it means... Looking back, it's been a hundred years. body.

He suddenly panicked - no, how could he not see Shi Wuyuan.

All the love, hate, greed and ignorance in this life have been given to such a person, only him, and no one else.

Bai Li's face turned cold, he raised his hand, and was stunned to find that he had burst into tears without knowing when.

The area where the white fog was suddenly narrowed, and a very bright and white light rose from it. Even the people gathering at the seaside in the distance were alarmed. People stopped in amazement and looked in the distant direction. : "The gods have appeared!"

They knelt down, closed their eyes reverently, or silently thought about their big or small wishes, praying to the gods to bless their marriage, or reciting the sound and name of the lovesick person, praying for the red rope in the dark .

Bai Li felt that his whole body was torn in half, and his consciousness suddenly became drowsy because of the severe pain, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Before he fell into a coma, he seized the last trace of clarity and thought, if he has been so entangled with him in this life, if there is an afterlife, there will always be a chance to pass by, even if you look at him again, even if you don't say a word, it will be a breeze. The bright moon just passed by...

When saw him, knew he was okay, and felt at ease.

Other than that, don't ask for more.

...don't dare any more.

Shi Wuyuan, who had been running for days and had already fallen asleep in the inn, suddenly woke up with palpitations. He didn't seem to wake up. The rabbit in his arms was no longer there, his soul drifted somewhere, and his body was buried on the big Bodhi tree by his own hands.

He let out a breath slowly, lay down with his eyes open, and stared at the old roof of the inn for a long time.

How am I here? He thought, he didn't come up with an answer for a long time, and his heart was empty, like a wasteland swept away by wildfires.

He turned over, lay on his side, and took out a purse from his arms. After opening it, there was a pinch of animal hair inside.

Is that silly rabbit Bai Li? He gently twisted the dull and shiny rabbit fur with his fingers and said to himself, but... how could it be Baili?

Shi Wuyuan suddenly released his fingers, and the rabbit hair fell into his palm, which was clenched tightly by him. He stretched out his arm to block his eyes, forcing himself to stop thinking about it.

When the war in the northwest resumed, the mess he left behind was enough for the court to clean up, and the secret pact with Pope Mahayana had been reached. Shi Wuyuan sent his itinerary to Gu Huaiyang, Xia Duanfang and others at any time.

I heard that the real person Bitan couldn't sit still anymore. He personally rebuilt the ruined old country of Xuanzong, and went to battle with Xia Duanfang and others. However, Gu Huaiyang took advantage of the chaos to win the land of Dongyue again. The old fox did not enter rashly this time. Three in and three out, the imperial court's bandit army was actually treated as a bandit and handed over to the net, and then the troops were divided into two groups, all the way from the original Dongyue place to drive straight in, all the way around Dongyue, all the way to the Central Plains, with a few The troops were twice as strong as before the flood, pointing directly at Xu Nan's camp.

That was the third fire Shi Wuji pointed out.

Xu Nan can attack, retreat and defend. It can be said to be a natural barrier. The defender Song A is said to be an upright character, who can fight and kill. In addition, there is Zou Yanlai who retreats to Xu Nan. I am afraid it is a tough bone.

But there are always gaps. Shi Wuyuan's mouth twitched in the darkness, but quickly disappeared.

Yet even though he was igniting, he still felt cold.

Hunting in the cold winter, lying alone in an inn in a foreign country, listening to the sound of the wind and snow outside, all think about is scheming, even the earth dragon doesn't work, the quilt is still cold - like how It's not as warm as the cold.

Why would someone as arrogant as Bai Li fall into the body of a fat rabbit with no spirituality?

...I don't want this, has Xu Nan's detailed work been successfully mixed in?

For decades, why is he? for what?

Why are you still here? Xunan Camp...

No wonder he is so crazy and moody, and no wonder... Rabbit can have such eyes.

Rabbit is dead! What if Bai Li is still alive? What does it have to do with you? Why are you still thinking! Xu Nan...

The Great Sect Master said he would suffer, where is he now? If that's the case, how can we suppress the monsters in the shadows, if...

Shi Wuyuan suddenly sat up, and after a long pause, he slowly put his forehead on his knees and slowly closed his eyes.

So what? He said to himself over and over again in vain, and then... how? In this chaotic world, who can control their own life and death, and which one is not like a fluttering weed, drifting with the flow? Who can control who?

Still cold. He shrank into a ball, and finally, there was only one sentence left in his chaotic heart——

Still cold.