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...As the gods entered the wilderness, the demon clan who maintained an indifferent relationship with Xianmen; Yuemu and Mu Di, who gradually faded out of sight; had regained their senses, but only exchanged letters, and a few hatreds of thin lights...too many Too many dark and obscure things are hidden under the beautiful veil of the years.
Lu Jing didn't dare and didn't want to think deeply.
So be it.
It's just that the way of heaven is fed up with people talking, and everyone can talk casually and casually about blaspheming his lord, so he takes everything of the lord for himself, and is reluctant to leave even a few words world.
But Huangquan Road is very long.
In the second millennium after the re-determination of heaven and earth, Eleven Lang of the Lu family went down to Huangquan.
After a person dies, the soul will walk through the places it walked before one by one. Flickering, he walked through Zucheng, Zhunan, Meicheng, and many mountains and many rivers. Everything experienced in lifetime is as clear as a stone floating from a sand dune.
In the first 20 years, the medicine valley was full of flowers, and in the next 12 years, the world changed dramatically.
In just thirty-two years, the tone of his life for two or three thousand years was laid.
He walked through it all by himself, and he didn't feel that there was anything to regret. It was his choice to do good or bad, and it was the result of his own responsibility. But when he was about to approach the Netherworld, he suddenly began to be afraid. After thousands of years, no matter how confident he was in himself, he had changed somewhat.
... Is he still the child who originally wrote "Jianghu" with his mother's own hands, stroke by stroke?
...Is he still a young man with thousands of torches and soaring upwards at night in Jucheng?
... Has he changed without knowing it?
What's up with Master Qiu now? He is so duplicitous that he is not a person. The burning insects transformed by Taiyi are in the world. Is he still silently watching the turbulence of the world? ... Then, in the underworld, what kind of mood does Qiu Bodeng stare at the road they walked?
Don't interfere, don't interfere.
Silently watching young friends die.
Zuo Yuesheng was the first one of them to go to the Netherworld. When his soul returned to the Netherworld, what kind of meeting was there?
Sadness or joy?
Huangquan Road is very long, so long that countless thoughts are disturbing, no matter how it is.
Huangquan Road is very short, short enough for him to rush back to his youthful appearance, and he didn't even have time to look at whether his white clothes were white enough and his folding fans were beautiful enough.
I thought about it so much along the way, but in the end nothing came in handy, Zuo Yuesheng dragged him into the stone pavilion, and turned out a familiar figure behind the pile of books. The reunion came in a noisy, condescending manner, and was caught off guard—just like that year in Jucheng, the city was full of young men.
... The scrolls are piled up like a mountain, and the strokes of each stroke are engraved with the smiles of my friends.
In this way, they still accompany each other for many years.
Enough, this is enough.
Don't be resentful, don't be troubled, don't change beyond recognition, they should still be the original, proud and publicized appearance.
If they can't stop the dead end, they will end in their own hands.
………………
"Hey!!!"
"Don't run away!"
"You think I'm stupid! Stop and look for a beating?"
Lu Jing, who was in a daze, was bumped in the back by the child who was running while turning his head. The seven- or eight-year-old kid made an "Ouch", covered his forehead, and sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground. Two panting children ran behind, one carrying a dead tree branch, the other dragging a broken fishing net.
The broken fishing net was thrown in the air, and the net of the little ghost who fell to the ground was just right.
"Run! Try another run!" The trawler pulled the rope and stepped on the unfortunate shoulder on the ground. "Where's my sister's head rope! Where is it hiding?"
"Who stole your sister's headband?" The unlucky guy said hard, "I saw her hair stuck in a tree branch, and I was willing to help..."
"Pooh!"
Lu Jing took a step back and gave them the stage.
The beaten kid howled and tried to call for help. Lu Jing "swiped", turned on the folding fan, and looked up at the sky in a decent manner: "Hey, the weather is so nice, the clouds are so white..."
"Eleven, are you okay with your eyes?" A voice came from behind, and as soon as he turned his head, the Taoist priest with a broken straw hat looked at him suspiciously, "How can there be clouds in this big sun? The ashes are roasted..."
Lu Shiyi's cough was earth-shattering.
Banshouzi stopped talking: "Pindao means, where is the place to stay?"
Lu Jing let out a sigh of relief.
...So, why did he become an old mother in the end! It was obviously Mama Lou who was worried about it at first!
"The courtyard is in the east," Lu Jing threw his fan to Banshouzi and led him across the street, "The fat man came early and took up the good house in the north... Oh, the house in the west belongs to me. For the rest of the east and north, you can pick one before the bald donkey arrives."
Banshou lowered his head and pinched his fingers: "East House went bankrupt, Westinghouse blood disaster... um..."
"Come on, it's just your shit luck, where do you live without bad luck? Wait!" Lu Jing suddenly became alert, "You go to the house in the east, don't be next to this son, I don't want to be dragged by you. Nine loses!"
Since the half-counter realized the Tao, he finally no longer has the ten hexagrams and nine hexagrams, and there is one hexagram that is particularly bad. However, the technique of divination is a taboo technique to gain insight into fate. If there is too much divination, it is easy to be attacked. This backlash, that luck...