Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Seeing this, Song Heng's brows suddenly twisted into a Sichuan character.

But at this moment, the old man turned his head and looked at Song Heng in front of him: "Go back, this is not where you came from, you can still go back now!"

"go back!"

Song Heng looked back at the road on the ridge behind him, blurred shadows continued to climb, and looked at Luo Qing, whose consciousness was already blurred, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's late, it's late!"

At this time, I heard the Tibetan old man beside me, staring at the sky with his eyes, sighing in a low voice, as if everything was too late, his voice was full of helplessness and bitterness.

"late?"

Although Song Heng felt his scalp tingle when he saw the scene in front of him, he was not an ordinary person after all. He had a tough heart and would never be inferior to Zhao Ke.

So he summoned up his courage and asked, "Why is it late?"

The Tibetan old man ignored him, carefully took out a sheepskin scroll from his pocket, and unfolded the scroll little by little.

Song Heng naturally couldn't recognize something densely written in Sanskrit on the scroll.

But Song Heng went to see a painting on the scroll.

I don't know what period it was, but the colors in the painting are still bright.

Song Heng stared at it for a while, and felt that the paintings on the scroll had come to life, gradually becoming vivid in front of his eyes.

It was a towering mountain.

Standing on the top of the mountains, in the sky the sun and the moon are under the same sky.

In the sea of ​​clouds, a sea of ​​seven-color clouds gradually appeared.

As the sea of ​​clouds churned, a huge gate of heaven quietly appeared between the sea of ​​clouds on the top of the mountain.

Immediately, there was a great glow in the painting, a golden celestial horse rushed out from the sea of ​​clouds, and the celestial horse waved its wings vigorously. Behind the celestial horse, the shaft of the chariot was flying in the sky, and there were three figures in thick robes, with jade faces and long beards, holding jade tablets, like Very fairy in the myth.

I saw Tianma jumping first, knocking open the Tianmen, and disappearing behind the Tianmen.

After the disappearing Pegasus, there were figures appearing in the sea of ​​clouds.

A white dragon with teeth and claws soared from the other end of the sea, and thunder and lightning flashed wherever it passed.

But if you look carefully, you will find that countless sky thunders spread out in the air, but a strange cloud formed in the air. It was surrounded by this cloud dance that the speed of this white dragon suddenly accelerated.

Besides the white dragon, Song Heng also saw many weird things, such as a mirror and a long sword.

The most amazing thing is that I actually saw a coffin!

It's still bright red!

Supported by a black dragon, he rushed into the gate of heaven.

However, compared to the sea of ​​nine-colored clouds in the sky, there are countless pedestrians gathered under the sea of ​​clouds.

These people are constantly climbing upwards, hoping to climb to the clouds so that they can rush into the gate of heaven.

Song Heng didn't feel it at first, but when he looked carefully, he saw the position of the ridge in the picture scroll. Isn't it the ridge under their feet?

"Go back, the gate of heaven has been closed!"

The old Tibetan put away the scroll in his hand and pointed behind him: "Follow this road, and you will be able to go home!"

"go home!"

Song Heng was taken aback for a moment, and thought involuntarily in his mind, home!

Luxurious villa, you can see the huge lake outside when you get up every day, and the exquisite pastries in the restaurant will be the beginning of his tea party every day.

Sometimes, a table of friends and a table of refreshments will allow him to enjoy the joy of life from morning to noon.

"Go home!" the old Tibetan said again.

"I...I want to go home!"

After being stunned for a moment, Song Heng nodded numbly, looked at the path behind the old man, stepped forward, and suddenly pushed the old man down with both hands.

The old man tilted his body, as if he didn't expect Song Heng to push him down suddenly, and fell heavily on the ground, rolling down the path he pointed out, rolling further and further away.

Seeing the figure of the old man quickly disappearing in front of his eyes, Song Heng took a deep breath, and pointed to the top of the mountain in front of his indifferent eyes, "My home is right there! My home is where my family is. !"

As soon as Song Heng finished speaking, he saw a vague shadow quietly appearing in front of him.

Song Heng has yet to see clearly who the other party is.

The shadow suddenly became clear.

That deformed face rushed towards him viciously: "Give me back my meat!"

"Gugler!"

Song Heng's expression changed, and he subconsciously pulled out the shotgun from his waist.

But before he fired the gun, there was a piercing sound in the air: "Crack!" Song Heng only felt a burning pain on his skin.

There was buzzing in the ears.

Before he understood what happened, he heard a voice that he had been listening to in his dreams.

"Do you want to kill your junior brother?"

The cold and stern reprimand made Song Heng's heart tremble, and he almost fell to the ground subconsciously.

The originally drowsy head was like a thunderbolt on dry land, and the whole person instantly woke up.

The sight of both eyes gradually began to refocus.

In the snowstorm, a white cloak fluttered against the wind. Even if it was covered by a thick leather jacket, it still couldn't hide the burly figure in front of him. His white hair was waving in the wind and snow, wantonly flaunting an inborn Come the breath of the wild.

In the dim light, majestic like a god, appeared in front of him.

"Master!!"

Song Heng's eyes immediately became moist, but the old man gave him a cold look, his mind trembled, and he immediately lowered his head.

Like a child who did something wrong and became a little helpless.

If Zhao Ke was here and saw this scene, he would definitely empathize with Song Heng's state at this time.