Just as Tong Yourou was thinking, she suddenly noticed that the corners of her eldest brother's eyes moved.

This is a sign that the big brother continues to dream, and his dream begins again.

Tong Yourou quickly stopped thinking and entered the dream of her eldest brother again.

.......

It's a desert as far as the eye can see.

Tong Yourou participates in the omniscient perspective of this story, knowing what all the people in the story think, love, hate, truth, and hypocrisy......

......

In ancient times, there was a corner of yellow sand in the northwest, the yellow sand was long all the year round, and there was no rain, and everywhere it went was gray and yellow, and the sandstone was concave and convex.

But no matter how harsh the environment is, there is life that is constantly multiplying, and there is a race here that bathes in quicksand.

For them, there are only two ends for the clansmen who die outside, being killed by people and being killed by the sky.

Anyway, the result is death, so a large part of them suppress their yearning for the outside world, and honestly guard their own deep sky and gray sea, covered with quicksand, and live under the sunset.

However, it is the small number of people who are bound to die that attract attention.

These people are called outcasts, and the mud of their homes is not worthy of sand.

Tong Yourou understood that this fragment was the story of the abandoned soil.

The mainland is all in one pavilion, and the sound of chess is very rare.

"Pavilion Master, what are the chances of winning this trip?" a man with a black son asked the person with a white son.

Qi Yi Pavilion, the contemporary pavilion master, holds a white son.

Each generation of Qi Yi Pavilion Master is called Zhu Baizi, and when a disciple is elected as a young pavilion master, he will be taught the realm understanding of right and wrong, and this process is called right and wrong.

If you have passed the way of right and wrong, you are a free man.

The first generation of Qi Yige Pavilion Master once had a rumor that my generation was white and swore not to be black.

Qi Yige also appeared.

It can be said that practitioners pay attention to walking slowly in their practice, competing with the heavens for longevity and longevity.

In addition to the Demon Dao's forcible and rapid improvement of cultivation by bad means, the most famous is Qi Yige's right and wrong path.

The person who was called the pavilion master was very handsome, he didn't look like he was the age of the crown, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his appearance was also good for a woman.

I saw him pondering slowly, his eyes looking at the chessboard, as if he was still sluggish in thought.

Looking sideways......

The idler's desire to fall is picturesque, depressed and colorful.

The previous pavilion masters of Qi Yige are all proficient in chess, and some are also familiar with the music and rhythm of the world.

But this beautiful man seemed to be stumped by his disciples, and he thought about it for a long time.

In fact, this generation of Qi Yige Pavilion Master is really not good at playing Go, his heart has always been elsewhere, and it doesn't hurt if he thinks he can't do it.

Therefore, for Qi Yige, who is famous all over the world, he is just a good person outside, and he doesn't like the words very much, but it can't reach his ears.

Gently retracting the white child that was about to fall, the beautiful man stretched out his tongue and licked his lips shallowly, and put the chess pieces back.

The disciple who holds the sunspot knows that this is the master admitting defeat.

It has been more than 20 years since he was fished out by Shizun in the vast sea of people.

Playing a game with his master is a task he must do every day, and this is Japanese chess.

The Japanese chess master has never beaten himself, and the disciple thinks that it is the same today.

Every time Shizun admits defeat, he gently licks his beautiful lips and silently puts the chess into the bowl.

The disciples who hold the sunspot are used to it.

"Forty years ago today, did you know how old you were as a teacher?" the master asked a question that the disciple had never thought about.

If you don't know, you don't guess, the disciple shook his head.

"That year, the people in the fairy mountain came out and went north to kill for seven years. He crossed two hundred miles from Shengcai City, which is the Rangxian Pavilion that is one thousand and four hundred miles south of our Qiyi Pavilion. ”

Shizun spoke very slowly, and did not answer at the beginning that he had a good chance of winning.

The disciple was puzzled, and there was a fear in his heart that he didn't know when, and he sat more and more upright.

The whole world is ridiculing this Qi Yi Pavilion for holding Bai Zi for his empty name, maybe he is just a little monk in the sixth or seventh realm, and he is lucky to sit in the seat of the pavilion master.

Only he knows that his master is not an empty shelf, but he doesn't like to carry a knife against the weak and ignorant people.

It's just that the master doesn't like to argue with the world, so the disciple doesn't defend either.

"The person who came out of the fairy mountain asked for it, and he kept going north day and night, and all the people he saw were killed within his eyes, and not a single person was left alive. A tear flowed down his eyes, and he stood up and turned his gaze to the south.

The disciple was silent, frightened by this news and wet his clothes with cold sweat.

"You have to remember that in those seven years, in the whole world, only I stood up. ”

The disciple swallowed his saliva, but his youth still made him not calm enough.

"Who is that person?" the disciple asked.

"I don't know. Shizun paused and said, "He may be dead." There was a very strong person's body buried under the Rang Xian Pavilion, probably him. ”

The master with a proud face has a dazzling gaze, sparkling and shining.

It's not tears, but it's like tears.

Compared with the possibility and possibility in the master's mouth, the disciple is more willing to believe that he does not know.

It's not that he hasn't heard of this past, and from the mouth of the world, he knows that Qi Yige has enemies who don't share the sky, and it's in the south.

Tears flowed down and thoughts went forward.

When the person who holds the white son thinks about it, he is in pain.

He always had a picture in his mind, and it never went away.

"Take Qi Yige and retreat north, retreat! Hurry up and ......"

The white-bearded benevolent master, whose body was pierced by a fishing rod, did not forget to push his beloved disciple to the other side of the distant life.

After a palm, it is the boundary between life and death, and yin and yang are separated......

"What are our odds of winning?" asked Shizun suddenly.

The disciple didn't expect that the master would ask him this question when he was thinking about the pain.

The disciple thought for a moment, his trembling lips forcibly calmed down, and he exhaled deeply.

He said: "Qi Yige, in the world, only ask about right and wrong, treat life and death, do not ask about emotion, do not ask reason, do not seek victory or defeat, regardless of life and death. My generation holds white, and swears not to be black. ”

Holding Baizi with his back to him, he waved his hand and signaled to stand down.

The disciple quietly left, and when he got outside, he realized that he had also burst into tears.

The master doesn't know how much he looks like the master, and the disciple doesn't know how much he looks like the disciple.

In the reincarnation of fate, people play the role of their ancestors and crawl forward, turbulent and unswerving.

"Haohao's past is like yesterday, if you don't say it, turn into wine, and pour it into the long river. Are you going in the wrong direction?"

As soon as the disciple left, there was another monk in the attic, and he hung a pot of wine around his waist, and the appearance of the drunkard seemed to make people smell the wine.

"You are your living Buddha, what Qi Yige has to do, and the path to go has nothing to do with you. Holding Baizi's cold words, the words pierced the heart.

The Qi Yi Pavilion Lord's eyes did not squint, and he still looked at the place he longed to go.

"Do you know that your master paid the price of his life in order to let you live, just to keep you alive and let Qi Yige live? Do you still want to take the entire Qi Yige to die this time?"

"On the road of right and wrong, there can be no fear, not even life and death. ”

"If you are sick, you will not violate your own life or the life of others like this. ”

"Dying is not a disease, it is a noble choice! Besides, you were able to survive in the first place. This time I'll be able to complete my mission and survive. ”

"Every single one of you thinks you're going to survive, hahahaha...... But none of them prevailed against me. I am the only one in the world who has seen the methods of that mountain, and I am the only one, but no one listens to me. Like this world, this world ......"

The sound of the monk's maniacal laughter became smaller and smaller, and finally dimmed and fell into silence.

From this wine monk to this monk, the Buddha came and went, and the person who walked right and wrong never looked back at him from beginning to end.

In his eyes, the darkest people in the world have long been not demons and monsters, but a group of so-called immortals who either hide from the world and slaughter living beings.

And those immortals, all in the south!

... Once again, the picture is cut off, and only fragments are formed.

Tong Yourou was a little bored, and was a little anxious by these small stories that couldn't be strung together.

At this time, the picture suddenly came to another place.

Nanxing glanced at the sky, lowered his head, and said: "There are many people who feel that the world is not worth it, a small number of them have not survived and committed suicide, and then the rest tell him that the world is not worth it in frequent frustration, and ask him where he is not worth it, most of them can't say the reason, and I don't understand the reasons in the mouths of those who say it." I'm not them after all, I don't understand them very much. No matter how bad the world is, the world is also beautiful, and there are always people who love it. I wanted to tell them that the world is worth it, but when it came to my lips, I asked them, isn't the world worth it?"

Looking at the person beside him who was casually sipping the fragrant tea, Nanxing looked embarrassed, and then said: "Maybe I really only know how to give up, and I don't do what I can't do, and then when I escape, I still deceive myself that there is no need to do it." Actually, I wish I could do it, but I'm weak and cowardly. I...... I have to move again. ”

Moving, oh, turned out to be to say goodbye.

The man who had no taste in his mouth for a long time finally turned his head and asked him, "Who in the world have you seen who is strong? Who is not cowardly?"

Nanxing said: "Those who don't have to move are better than me, and those who are not afraid to return home are braver than me." ”

"Some people who don't move have the opportunity to move next time they want to move, and some who come home hide for fear of being hurt by the thorns of the outside world. ”

Nanxing was unconvinced: "What about the other people? Can they live like dogs if they are a little stronger than the dogs in the world?"

"Baiyun Canggou, how many people can't live so freely in their lives. Do you think it's not worth mentioning, and then you can insult it at will?"

Nanxing felt a little guilty: "I want to try what you said, they won't come back." ”

Looking at the young man with firm eyes, the tea drinker thought of himself thousands of years ago.

He is just as childish, but not as clear as the person in front of him.

The tea drinker drank the last bit of tea, hooked the hat down with his fingers, and whispered: "You won't try, you will definitely go, and you will run faster than a dog." ”

Nanxing was furious, he didn't believe that others knew him better than he did.

So, he flicked his sleeves away.

Originally, he wanted to say goodbye, but in the end, he said goodbye without saying goodbye.

The tea drinker added a new cup of tea to himself and hooked the hat on his head.

Always being dropped by the pendant scale behind him, the tea drinker was very impatient to pull the brim of the hat in front of him lower.

Quietly looking at the hazy passers-by in front of him who were lined by light rain, he took a sip of old tea that had not changed for thousands of years.

He wondered, is everyone so lucky that they don't know it?

He thought about it quietly and came to the conclusion that he wanted to live like a carefree dog with his tongue stuck out when he was full.

If the fight starts again, I am afraid that this city of wealth will be bloody again.

The tea-drinking man's eyes glowed with purple light, looking at the south from afar, and sneering, redrinking the new tea in the old way.

......

The story breaks again here.

However, Tong Yourou hooked the corners of her mouth.

This tea drinker, she has seen.

It's just that a pair of red eyebrows are missing, and I don't know you, do I?

Tong Yourou felt that this story was starting to be a little interesting, and then a feeling of scratching appeared in her heart, itchy, and she was eager to finish the story quickly.

It's just that this time the big brother really slept and didn't continue to sleep.