Scattered islands.

One horse to settle the pass.

Yima Pingguan is located in the north and has a vast territory.

Legend has it that in ancient times, it was a barbarian land, and the king did not love it, so he gave a warrior white shadow horse.

This warrior, a single man and a single horse, had no choice but to fight with all his strength, and was left on this land by the barbarian.

Later, after the king conquered this place, in order to commemorate this warrior who fought for his life and death, he ordered this place to be flattened, and ordered future generations not to change his name forever.

On a quiet day, a bantam led a blind old man slowly appeared outside the main city.

It seems that he is tired, or maybe the old man didn't know that he could enter the city with only 100 steps left.

So, he actually sat on the cornerstone next to the road, and it was clear that two steps ahead was the teahouse on the side of the road.

The old man was sitting on the ground two steps away from the stool?

Xiangge passed by and was very interested in this strange old man.

"Hey, hey, can't you really see it?" Alley Ge's tone was not polite, but he had an inexplicable affection for this kind old man.

"Young man, I really can't see it. After the blind old man finished speaking, he actually smiled at the alley song, and he was even more kind.

Xiangge suddenly felt like a spring breeze, and his mood couldn't help but get better.

"Or ......"

Before the words of the alley song fell, the old man took the lead in waving his hand, and then waved his hands to show his gratitude.

"Then I don't sit down, and I watch people on the side of the road, which is very good, and it is the best. "The old man is very good, and his bearing is extraordinary.

"Blind old man, can't you see it, how do you say that you see people on the side of the road?" Lane Song couldn't understand it, and in order to get closer to the old man, he simply sat on the road in front of the old man.

Lane Song wanted to hear the old man speak, but he didn't know why.

He always does things as he pleases, and the same is true when he comes up to say hello before.

Because the old man is good-looking, Lane Ge wants to talk to him.

"You can see with your heart and with your ears. The old man still turned his head slightly, turning to the angle that happened to be looking at him.

He's not blind, is he?

Alley Song was suspicious in his heart.

"It's really blind, Childe doesn't have to be suspicious. The old man seemed to be able to hear the voice in Xiangge's heart, and after speaking, he deliberately opened his eyes as if in order to dispel Xiangge's doubts.

The old man's eyes were cloudy inside, and he couldn't see the black eyeballs clearly, as if they were... The white next to it eats the black.

The thought that popped up in his heart frightened Xiangge's heart.

He suddenly realized that this was an extremely terrifying thing, and his heart palpitated, swallowed his saliva, and grunted.

"Haha, don't be afraid, childe, many old people in the world have lived like me like this, probably because they have lived too long, and God thinks it's enough, so he doesn't want us to see it. Heartily laughed, but he didn't touch his long white beard, otherwise he would really look like an old fairy.

Alley Song actually lost his mind for a long time, was awake for a moment, and had doubts, as if the spring breeze blew into his brain, and he slept for a moment?

The old man perfectly concealed the surprise in his heart, and secretly wondered if the fairy smiled for a moment?

I only saw the scenery after the boy's feet crossed the Pingguan Pass, just three months, this is too, too ......?

The old man couldn't find the word to describe it, so he shook his head to himself, old and old.

"Grandpa, what are you shaking your head for?" Xiang Ge blurted out when he saw the old man shaking his head.

"A thought flashed in my heart just now, it can also be called a doubt, can the son solve it?" The old man touched his beard this time, thinking about it.

"Grandpa, you say it, maybe I know. The old man called by the old man burst into joy, and immediately laughed.

Lane Ge didn't realize that he usually felt that he had suffered a big loss when he called Lu Ting's father, and called the old man grandfather several times, but his arrogant little heart did not give birth to a little unwillingness.

What is he laughing at?

Lane Song thought very quickly, and couldn't figure it out.

Forget it, he laughs if he likes to laugh.

Alley Song doesn't think about it anymore, the old man is old, what happy thing may he think of?

Lane Song always does not embarrass himself, the world does not seek to understand and admits inferiority, but he does not seek to solve, but also recognizes himself as high.

"Old man, I thought of a funny thing, according to legend, a person has lived for a long time, and he is the best at laughing and intoxicating people in his life, and he has used a lifetime of fairy laughter a few days ago to make the king and hundreds of officials dream, and a few days later he used it on a small child, why did the child wake up in less than a moment?

Yes?

Alley Song was extremely puzzled.

The suspicious 'ah' almost came out, I don't know if I can't hold my face if I behave so brightly.

But how do I know that?

Lane Song was a little embarrassed, his eyes rolled, and he was thinking about it.

"How small is that child?" the old god of the alley song asked rhetorically.

"It's about that small. The blind old man gestured with his hand to the head of the alley song sitting on the ground.

So tall, as tall as I can sit up!

That's a little kid.

The alley song lit up.

There you go, I got it.

Lane Song was as happy as he was when he was able to cut down two little trees on the first day.

"Grandpa, I know. ”

Alley Song almost didn't jump, and he knew that he was very excited at a glance.

"That kid doesn't have anything in his heart, he doesn't know anything, of course he can't get drunk. ”

After the alley song finished proudly, he raised his head and smiled.

He didn't notice that the old man in front of him was staring at him blankly, as if he was drunk.

Silently retracting his gaze, the old man patted the butt of the honest and loyal bantam beside him, causing the bantam to snore for a while.

Helpless, if the old man wants to leave, he has to lead in front.

Lane Ge didn't know what he said wrong, he stupidly looked at the back of the old man who was led away by a bantam horse, he didn't know what to do, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

As far as the eye could see, there was a white-clothed scholar hanging far behind the old man, it was unknown whether he was romantic or not, but there was no doubt that he was handsome and dignified.

The smile on the face of the scholar in white warms people's hearts, and the harmless handsome appearance of humans and animals is something that no one dislikes.

Alley Song loved his smile very much.

He looks like that old man, Xiang Ge thought to himself.

The man in white looked at it meaningfully when he passed by the alley song, smiled brightly, and turned away in a dashing manner.

The man in white took a few steps, closed his eyes and pinched his fingers gently.

His mind was the days before the three months of the alley song.

The flow of light and shadow is like looking at a painting.

The scene slowly regresses, and the scenes seem to be watching the flowers, like clouds, like flowing water.

"Reading, there are Buddhas and demons, Taoism and Confucianism, there are books of a hundred schools; I have played chess, I have fought with a man with a stick, I have heard the piano and seen paintings, but I don't like calligraphy. Good poetry, this father has a good writing. ”

The man in white shook his head, not knowing what he was talking about.

He didn't realize that his three thousand green silks had turned into inches of white hair between the unconscious flowing water, and he was still stupidly comfortable with his chuckle.

"Let's take a look at it slowly, the two men are fighting, is it a market brawl?"

When the man in white was looking at it with great interest, he didn't notice the contemptuous smile of the man with the stick in the painting, bowed his head and remained silent, still playing chess with the alley song.

But when his gaze fell on the lame man, he looked at the lame man.

The man in white who was originally outside the painting felt like he had entered the painting for a moment, in the past scene.

The lame man suddenly turned his head to look at the outsider, his eyes glared, and the man in white was as if he had been hit hard.

The blow seemed to hit him in the chest, knocking him out of the fog again.

At the same time, somewhere thousands of miles away.

Lu Ting smiled contemptuously, his eyes like snakes, staring in this direction.