Xie Huansheng

how long? "

"Three days."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow... let's play boos

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There are scattered goose-head grasses in the rivers and lakes, and flowers on the bones of Lingding Qiankun.

A round of moon, a night, a slope of snow, a bone knife and a devil, life and death and death.

The fire of karma burns the way, and the hegemony opens the way.

What does it mean to have a knife that can kill the holy sect?

It means that no matter how big the world is, it can no longer escape his palm, and no matter how long the years are, it can no longer bury his name.

Danbelle held the knife vigorously, his palms were sweating, and a long-lost and inextinguishable burning will to kill surged in his chest.

With his eyes closed, he heard four pairs of footsteps in the distance.

Those are four people who are determined to kill demons.

Their presence made him excited.

This battle is just the beginning, the beginning of a great dream, he must win this battle!

come on!

coming.

First Wukong and Yu Lanjun.

Sun Wukong used his reborn arm to carry his reborn Dinghaishenzhen. The purple gold crown on his head shone brightly, and his broad red cloak fluttered like a bright flag; The Monkey King who is not afraid of the earth and the earth.

——He will always be the Monkey King who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and he will not change for thousands of years.

Yu Lanjun also wears red, the red is like a red cloud broken by a thick fire and falls into the earth, which can melt the ice and snow of thousands of mountains.

On the other side, came two more white robes.

Tan Chuduan's starry eyes were shining brightly, Xie Shangzi's colorful blade was flying frost.

The four of them rushed forward in a row, wearing the moon on the high mountain, stepping on the snow on the loess slope, drinking the last wind in the winter night, and facing the bony front.

When a person dies, who doesn't live in hatred, drink in regret, and be desolate?No matter how soft the breeze is, it can't wipe away the bloody filth, and no matter how warm the day is, how can you cover it with dead heat? This winter is destined to be pried open by iron, and the first flower in the coming spring can only be fed by blood, but with this If you are still alive, just kill him with vigor and ecstasy!

The ambition to slay demons, the heart to protect the world, and the scattered sword shadows illuminate a decisive road to life and death, and even a road of no return without regret.

"Okay!" Danbeile laughed loudly: "This knife is thirsty, and my road is long. If you are willing to be the souls of this knife, then don't blame me for being ruthless! If you have any last words, tell them quickly!"

Wukong shook his stick: "Evil devils are evil, and I, the Buddha, will kill all sins!"

Tan Chuduan rolled out his scabbard: "Everything is born to support people, and if people have no virtue, how can they repay the sky!"

Xie Shangzi stroked his sword and smiled: "Only a great hero can show his true colors, and he is a real celebrity!"

Danbeile raised his sword angrily, and asked Yu Lanjun, "What about you?"

"Is my generation a thing in a pond, turning into a dragon when encountering a storm!"

"Not enough!" Dambele laughed wildly, "Just the four of you, it's far from enough!"

At this time, a roar suddenly burst out in the distance: "There is me!"

The cold moon shines on the wind and smoke, the roar drags a figure closer, and the two sabers open a dawn.

"The dragon hides in the blue waves, and mixes it with the shrimp and clams. Wait for the horns of the head to shake the thunderbolt and shake the mountains and rivers!"

Dambell said coldly, "Are you coming too!"

Yan Sanlang draws a boundary with one knife, and points at him with another knife: "I owe your life, not his life, pay for my elder brother's life!" He whispered to Wukong, "You don't rhyme!"

"My saliva is expensive!"

"That's enough!" Dambele was dispirited, and he slanted forward, "If you want to fight, you don't need to talk nonsense!" He pulled the knife sideways, and his feet plowed a white wave in the thick snow. Reflecting his knife, his knife shining on his face, his face was furious, like a blood-eating Shura, he rushed towards these four people, only in one direction, as if there was only one enemy in front of him, and then he slammed With a single blow, a huge force was transmitted from the palm of the hand to the center of the earth, causing silver frost to fly all over the sky, and ravines and ravines scattered all over the ground.

Wukong pointedly pointed out the golden cudgel, jumped forward, and his arrogant figure cut out a black shadow on the semicircular white moon. Daoguang.

"Isn't your sword able to kill all the gods? Then kill the four of us first!"

Yu Lanjun looked at Wukong, and at that moment he seemed to see Fa Hai, the eldest brother, and thousands of such people.

His whisk turned into a futon, a yin and yang, a heaven and earth.

Xie Shangzi and Yan Sanlang jumped up, the sword of gentleness, the sword of romance, ice, fire, and sunlight, just like a good season.

Tan Chuduan was in the southeast, and he got up from the southeast, like a wild crane holding a sword, flying in alone.

Four figures, four weapons, attack together.

For kinship, for true love, for this ignorant, shameless and innocent world, at this moment, he would like to be his stick, he would like to be his whisk, he would like to be his sword, he would like to be his knife, he would like to be his Willing to be his fighting spirit, the four of them should have been one.

Danbeile swung the knife faster and faster, more fiercely and crazily.

Hundreds of Buddhas cry, crying until the blood falls from the sky, and the whole earth is turned upside down. Hundreds of Buddhas laugh, laughing until the Buddhas of all ages are covered with dust, the stars do not illuminate the way, the evil spirits come to hunt dreams, the greedy wolves can't beat them, the loess is crisp and hot. And ripe, green and yellow grass-headed and tender shoots sprouted early, how can they bear too thick a thin layer of cold and hard frost, hiding it and tucking it away.

Spring has come, why not say goodbye to winter?

People cry, life is rough, Buddha laments, no reincarnation!

In a blink of an eye, all four of them were injured.

The red robe and red make-up, the more insolent, and the white clothes covered with blood, the more elegant.

Wukong stopped the stick in his hand and looked up at the distant and vast Milky Way. The heavenly palaces are collapsing piece by piece, and hell is falling layer by layer... But can we still see the scorching sun tomorrow?

How can it die in sleep when the day is good?

In the sky, Zhenlong turned and roared violently, triggering the thunder of Nine Heavens.

The purple lightning whizzed and scraped down, shaking the sleepy and intoxicated land like a ghost.

Danbeile roared, carrying his knife, and rushed into the sky like a ball of fire, cutting from the dragon's tail to the dragon's belly, turning the blade and twisting it fiercely, a red rain fell from the sky immediately, splashing and pouring cold With fiery killing intent, Zhenlong howled miserably and fell into the low dust, his heavy body pressing down on the mountain top.

The thunder was annihilated, and the galaxy became lifeless again.

Death breath came down from the sky.

The hungry blade offered by the Hundred Bone Buddha was eating mud and dipped in blood, and was dragged by Danbeile in his hand. He smiled sinisterly: "Look at this snow that has melted like fine wine, why don't you use the blade one by one!"

Wukong wiped the blood off his face, the blood was already cold, turned into red icy scum, he looked at Yu Lanjun, Yu Lanjun was half-spirited and dying.

Tan Chuduan looked at Wukong, his magic needle was broken.

Xie Shangzi looked at his uncle again, he was old after a battle.

Yan Sanlang looked at Xie Shangzi with unrestricted eyes, but his sword intent was restrained.

It was Yan Sanlang who caught Yu Lanjun's eyes before he passed out.

The Bone Buddha throws a desperate arc in the air and stabs at Monkey King.

stabbed him in the throat.

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blood.

Wukong bent down, the blade passed through his chest, and stabbed downwards. He raised his hand and clamped it with two fingers. The knife buzzed between the index finger and middle finger. The pain hit his heart from his wrist like an electric shock, he staggered back a few steps, opened his mouth, and sprayed out a three-foot-long blood injection, which flew into a vermilion net in mid-air.

The red color on the white ground was extravagant and quickly solidified, and there was no smell of blood.

Yan Sanlang kicked his foot, flew towards him, and hurriedly sent out the life knife in his hand, blocking the magic knife with a clang. "Don't try to kill him!"

Danbeile let out a muffled laugh, and with a flash of saber light, his eyebrows were raised.Yan Sanlang was caught off guard, and when he retreated, a stream of blood dripped from the center of his brow, and the blood slid along his cheeks like two tear stains into his collar, making his pale and gloomy face look extremely gorgeous and vivid in an instant.

"Your elder brother is lonely, why don't you let him accompany him?" Dambele sighed, "Ah! I am much more merciful than those false gods in the sky!"

With a cry, the Shuo Hui sword hit Danbeile's back heart.

This sword is extraordinarily slender, flexible and flexible, like a willow branch. When piercing through the air, it twists and turns like waves.

Danbelle didn't dodge or dodge, he slapped sideways, grabbed Shangzi's throat with a snap, and lifted him into the air like lifting a chicken.

Xie Shangzi's face turned purple immediately, and his thin lips curled up to the sides, as if two invisible hooks had tied the corners of his mouth, and he showed a wicked and miserable smile.

Seeing this, Tan Chuduan quickly moved the dust in his hands, thousands of silver threads wrapped around Danbeile's wrist like a skillful ruler, and pulled it out violently.Dambell is unrelenting.

For a moment, knives, swords, whisks, defeated people, and disdainful demons all freeze.

A drop of sweat the size of a bean dripped down on Danbelle's forehead, no!He glanced at Shun, but saw that everyone, and even their expressions, remained motionless!

The whole Tuyangpo seems to be trapped in a world of soundless, colorless, formless and formless.

——One seamless.

At this moment, two streaks of golden light emanated from the blade offered by the Hundred Bone Buddha, one shot into the sky like an arrow, and the other pierced through the center of the earth like a root. Xuelang Tasheng Gate; the golden sea clouds on the ground revolve like a disk, and the images of the two extremes in the sky grow like a gate.At the intersection of the two holy lights, I saw a majestic figure standing like a majestic man, Xie Huan with a golden armor and a white robe, a fairy bird and a cloud, and a divine seal like a mountain splitting the sky, with a magnificent brilliance and an unworldly appearance , the momentum of the sky, and the image of the God of War.

Danbelle's face changed suddenly: "It's a good one but it's troublesome, you——"

After the lingering sound, I saw Bai Niao leaning over and rushing forward, and Xie Huansheng pulled out a black sword in the air-a sword pierced through the clouds and changed, the universe turned around and the air lifted the haze, the eight miles of red dust flew blood, the only god in ancient and modern Fengyue!

In an instant, time and space shattered like a mirror, and the ups and downs suddenly became chaotic. Everyone was like ants in a scorched oven and fish in a chaotic abyss. Piercing through the door left by the storm under the collarbone, another sword pierced through the throat, and in the alternation of the two moves, the evil spirits were wiped out, and the heaven and earth returned!

Danbelle retreated recklessly, his head flew up into the air, covered in blood, and floated down the cliff soundlessly. The headless body still stood upright. A dead white snake lay stiffly on the ground.

Wukong seemed to have healed from all his injuries, he was full of energy, and rushed over crying and laughing: "Ah Sheng! That's great——"

Xie Huansheng looked at him blankly, with a strange expression on his face: "Who are you? I...why am I here?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words, and they were so frightened that they forgot all the wounds on their bodies and the life-and-death bloody battle they had just experienced.

Yan Sanlang didn't dare to approach, and called out in a daze: "Brother, you..." The more he spoke, the more powerless he became.

Xie Shangzi immediately hooked him on the shoulder, shook it twice, and said softly: "It's good to be alive, don't panic!"

Xie Huansheng retreated again and again, his footsteps became chaotic: "Who are you? I... don't come close! Get out!"

"Asheng—" Wukong clenched his fists, almost crying.

Tan Chuduan waved his hand to stop him, and calmly asked: "Then who are you?"

"That's right, who am I?" Xie Huansheng rubbed his temples as if he had been whipped in the face, and his hair was messed up. Suddenly, he laughed wildly and asked himself in a shrill voice like a wimpy voice: " Who am I?! Who am I?! Who am I?! Hahahaha...."

"Xie Huansheng! A Sheng!" Wukong cautiously moved closer to him, "You...!"

"Don't come over!" Xie Huansheng roared, staring at the iron rod in his hand in panic.

Wukong hastily threw the Dinghaishen needle far away, and showed him two empty palms: "Look, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid, I'm Wukong!" After thinking about it, he raised his wrist and sent it over: "Look, I also have prayer beads like you here, you and me, you are mine..." He became incoherent.

Xie Huansheng looked down at his string of beads dully, and suddenly, like a skinned frog, he jumped back violently, his face and mouth trembling. "Who wants your things...you must be lying to me!" He stared at the blood on his hands, and shouted helplessly: "Ah, I killed someone, I killed someone!"

"Asheng-"

"Big brother-"

"Brother Evil—"

"Little brother--"

He tore off the string of beads and dropped it on the ground like a bomb, dropping the sword in his hand.

The Buddhist beads scattered and rolled all over the ground.

Goku was dumbfounded and his heart was about to break.

He chased after two steps, but saw Xie Huansheng fled down the mountain like a hurricane.

Tan Chuduan was surprised and regretted: "How could this happen, how could this happen!"

Yan Sanlang's eyes widened, and he hissed, "What are you doing, chase after me!"

"Don't chase anymore," Wukong squatted down slowly, picked up the beads on the ground one by one, and put them into the skirt of his clothes, "I will let him come back properly."

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The wind is blowing, the snow is rolling, and the footsteps are fluttering with no certainty.

The rivers and lakes are misty, and the pride has been forgotten.

How much did you run?There are no fixed number of roads, forks everywhere, so many choices, every step is a whirlwind, this world is completely strange, everything is new, the sky is big, the strangeness is like a big dream, there is nothing to rely on thing.

How long have you been running?As the snow softened, it melted into water all over the ground, soaked in spring mud, and pulled out a few clusters of pointed and soft yellow grass, thin and dirty, like fetal hair in amniotic fluid.

No matter how many miles and how long they have traveled, many mysteries remain unsolved.

——Who am I?Why do I kill?Who are they?

He ran faster and faster, more and more madly, using his inexhaustible strength.It's just too bad.Even if the world is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, he can't stop him. If he can't figure out these problems, he may run all the way to his death.

Who knows.

Who cares?

Both sides are full of sneering faces, pointing.

——"Hey! You beggar! How can you beg for food like this! I will do it, and you will eat the rest. In the next life, you will be like a cow or a horse, and repay me, a great Bodhisattva!" A villager rushed He called two steamed buns.

He snatched it in his arms, stuffed it into his mouth with hunger for food, and ran while stuffing it. The steamed buns replenished his strength, so he ran faster and farther without end. Just ride, like a vigorous triathlon.

Around noon, a foot suddenly appeared from nowhere and tripped him to the ground.

It was a bare foot, a bare foot that was white and smooth like jade.

Is it a woman?

Like a sick animal that strayed into the plain by mistake, he raised his neck and scanned in anger and panic. First he was wearing a snow-white cassock, and then there were two locks of long black hair hanging down.It turned out to be a young man with hair who practiced cultivation. The string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck was huge and reddish, and was plumply embroidered into a handful, hanging heavily between his knees.

"Who are you? How dare you stand in my way? Get lost!" he yelled at the monk.

The monk had a tender, white face, and when he smiled, he showed two pointed canine teeth: "Who are you?"

Yes, who am I?

—stop!Why come again!

He jumped up and jumped up, and then slapped himself desperately, why is this monk so clean?It was as clean as a jade plate that fell from heaven, but he was so dirty, covered in mud and exuding a sour earthy smell. He patted and muttered endlessly: "Who am I? With him Why? Right, I just killed someone, and he must have come for revenge! Or to seek justice! Hey... If he asks another nonsense, I will cut off his head too..."

The monk smiled and interrupted: "I am deaf-mute and illiterate."

"Deaf-mute and illiterate?" Xie Huansheng's expression froze, and he giggled immediately, "You are neither deaf nor dumb, and you are not illiterate after all! You are a monk, why are you lying!"

"Heh..." "Deaf-mute and illiterate" smiled, "It seems that you are not stupid at all!"

"Who are you?!" He took a step back and asked sharply in vain.

The monk's eyes were bright, like the dewdrops that fell from the grape trellis in the morning, and he freed his other foot from under the hem of his clothes, on which he wore a monk's shoe meticulously: "Give me back the shoe in your arms, okay? "

Xie Huansheng lowered his head and saw that he was indeed holding a monk's shoe in his arms.

The monk stretched out a hand to him. This hand is slender and full of sensuality. There are round dimples on each finger, plump and lovely: "Is it okay?"

Xie Huansheng was slightly taken aback, and passed the shoe with the toe facing out in a daze.The monk held onto the toe of the shoe, and was not in a hurry to pull it back. The two held one end each, and they had no further plans.

Suddenly, the monk moved closer to his face, stared at him and said, "Do you—do you remember who I am?"

When he said these words, he lowered his voice very low, like a wind whistling in the distant forest in late autumn, blowing thinly from between the trees.

Xie Huansheng's eyes fluttered, he loosened his shoes suddenly, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Ha! You are Shanyahua!"

Shan Yahua patted the back of his head twice with her plump and lovely hands, and said softly, "Are you tired? After running for so many days, you must be very tired..."

"Yeah, I'm so tired..." Xie Huansheng muttered to himself.

He clumsily climbed up the root of the tree, curled up, and put his head into Shan Yahua's arms.

Like coaxing a child, Shan Yahua caressed him and asked him: "We've traveled all the way, can you see what's going on this year?"

"Well?"

"This year's wind is unexpectedly warm, the water is especially soft, and the grass is also extraordinarily crisp. I walked all the way, the soles of my feet were covered with grass juice, and there was a refreshing smell. The flowers are very strong, and the buds alone The mouth of the bowl is so big... The people on the side of the road were blown to the bone by the wind, as if they would never grow old. They squinted their eyes, eager to see the boundless world, and gradually fell asleep under the sun, dreaming Seeing Lin Lang's spring scenery..."

"Master! Please take a look at this painting!" Xiaoqing held up the portrait of Xie Huansheng and gestured profusely, "Master, have you seen this person recently? He looks tall and tall, with a round face Baby face, when you smile, it will make you want to slap him!"

"Hey, do you talk like that!" Yan Sanlang pushed Xiaoqing away, and took over the conversation, "He is my elder brother, he looks like a rich man, but the clothes on his body must be very dirty, he is a bit stupid Crazy, babbling, maybe saying something stupid like 'who am I'..."

That poor old man, just now saw Xiaoqing, a beautiful and gentle girl, who was still a bit helpful, but he didn't know it was the evil of several generations of cultivation, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a fierce face with a low pressure. Approaching, he was so frightened that he was sifting chaff, and begged incoherently: "Big, strong man, the villain has never seen this person before! Please do me a favor and let the villain go! There are old and young, and the whole family The old and the young rely on these few baskets of eggs to support themselves..."

He stared at the big knife behind Yan Sanlang's back, and with a grunt, he collapsed to the ground.

Yu Lanjun hurriedly said: "Forget it, I've already searched for this place, I'd better go find another place!" As he spoke, he stuffed a pack of pills into the old man's arms, holding Xiaoqing in one hand, and pulling Sanlang in the other. Crooked and fled the scene of the crime.

In a restaurant outside the tenth street, Xie Shangzi spent 50 taels of silver to get through the servant, and put the portrait of Xie Huansheng on the desk for people to see.He and Tan Chuduan each occupied the chair of the grand master and waited for the rabbit.

Tan Chuduan waved the floating dust and shouted: "Come and see if you pass by! Whoever provides information about this person will get a silver ticket of 100 taels! If you are born, you want to see the person, but if you die, you want to see the corpse!"

Xie Shangzi opened his fan in a hurry, covered half of his face and said, "Master, we are not gangsters! We need to see people when we are born, and corpses when we die!"

"That's right!" Tan Chuduan realized, "Should we draw two scars on our face?"

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"Uncle Monkey, are you back so early?" Xiao Qingyang ran out of hot sweat in Chunchun, covered his forehead and stepped into the courtyard. From a distance, he saw Wukong imitating Xie Huansheng, leaning on a bamboo chair and letting go.

Xie Shangzi and the others also returned home out of breath, and asked, "You're so calm, have you found any news?"

"Hush!" Wukong got up and gestured, and then lay back with his arms under his pillow.

"What's wrong?" Yan Sanlang asked.

Wukong pointed to his back: "I'm back, I'm lying on the bed, Jin Chanzi is with me."

"Really? You won't be in such a hurry, why don't you just tie a doll and throw it on the bed?" Xiaoqing thought it was very possible.

"He's crazy, grandson, I'm not crazy!" Wukong jumped up and said, "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself—"

Hearing what he said, everyone rushed towards the same door, some hit him to the left, some passed from the right, and the strong wind swept him into a spinning top.

Wukong turned and scolded: "Be gentle! Don't scare him!"

When Xie Huansheng sent the Shanya flowers, he was just a big mud figurine under the branch of Empress Nuwa. He hadn't bathed or changed his clothes. It was dirty, rotten and smelly.

When the person was caught in his arms, Wukong was really taken aback. How could this big bone stick be that chubby Xie Huansheng!Something twisted in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of a saying: Qingben is beautiful...

The beauty of Qingben, how could she fall into the dust, run wild for half a month, and become a savage.

The two of them put Xie Huansheng into a bathtub, rubbed and scalded him like a piglet, then fished him out, put on fresh clothes, rolled him out with a bundle of big quilts, and stuffed him into the bed.

The two of them served attentively, and Xie Huansheng also slept soundly. Under the splashing of hot water and the roasting of charcoal fire, two happy auspicious clouds soon appeared on his skinny cheeks.

At this moment, Jin Chanzi was sitting at his feet reviewing his homework. He was a little difficult to read, and he was reading each word with his index finger.

The dark heads of the crowd were bent in one direction, and Xie Huansheng's ten fiery eyes were like kerosene lamps in summer. His eyelashes curled up, and he slowly opened them. After a little reaction, he jumped up and shouted: " I refuse! I won't listen!"

Yan Sanlang was stunned: "What are you refusing?"

"Reject the Buddha, reject the Dharma, reject the monk....Reject pyramid schemes, reject Amway!"

"... What stimulated him?" Yu Lanjun asked.

"That's right," Xie Shangzi said, "What did Shan Yahua do to him?"

Wukong shook his head and pushed Xie Huansheng's chest. Xie Huansheng looked at his chest and said in surprise, "What are you going to do?!"

Wukong let go and said, "Good brother, we won't hurt you, so don't be afraid."

"How do I know you won't hurt me? I don't know you."

"You don't even recognize yourself, how could you recognize me, but—" Wukong said as he took out a string of eighteen beads of Buddha beads from his sleeve, held them up in front of his eyes, and Xie Huansheng's eyeballs followed suit: " What... what is this?"

Wukong twisted the beads and divided them into two strands. One strand was handcuffed to his wrist, and the other was worn by himself. When the two collided, the beads bloomed and covered the whole room with golden light.Everyone was amazed, but Xie Huansheng panicked: "What do you want? I don't want to play with you to reunite!"

Wukong patted the prayer beads on his hand very preciously, knelt down on one leg beside the bed, leaned closer and said with a smile: "My life is life-changing, you still don't trust me?"

"Who knows," Xie Huansheng muttered, "Based on your own words, how do I know if this is killing or killing?"

Tan Chuduan said in a low voice: "After these dozens of days, he is a little more organized than that, why not—" he gave Wukong a wink.

Wukong understood, and brought half of the iced watermelon from the bed, scooped up a big pick from it with a spoon, and brought it to Xie Huansheng's mouth: "Hey, no one can eat the sweetest one, I'll eat it for you!"

Xie Huansheng swallowed the watermelon meat without thinking, and nodded while chewing: "Sweet! I believe you!"

Yan Sanlang said quietly: "Hehe, dogs can't change—"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Shangzi patted the back of his hand!He slapped it down fiercely: "Rough people can't avoid spraying dirty!"

Yan Sanlang twisted his hand instead, and said with a smile: "Hey, I still have half in my room, I'll give you the sweetest one!"

The two slipped away to eat watermelon.

Another ten days later, the spring was like cooking, the birds and insects were restless, Xie Huansheng drank and lived in peace, and people didn't realize that they had grown a circle, but the spirit was not very good, and they wandered in the corridor with sleepy eyes all day long, repeatedly tortured themselves. Where do you come from and where do you go?

When Wukong met, he still couldn't make up his mind. Could it be that they have to get to know each other again?There is still a difference between the grace of a melon and the adversity of life and death.

On this day, he went to Zizhu Forest to visit the Bodhisattva as usual.Pu Sara listened to his long-winded and dancing description of Xie Huansheng's strange disease with eyes closed, and almost fell into a trance.

Wukong took a breath and begged: "My good Bodhisattva, is there any way to stop him from going crazy like this?!"

The Bodhisattva was calm, just smiled, and Wukong could always find a solution to any problem he faced.

The boy handed Wukong two elixirs, which were wrapped in a layer of yellow paper, which seemed a bit secret.

Wukong asked curiously, "What kind of panacea is it?"

The Bodhisattva said: "You and him each eat one, and the details are written on paper."

Wukong couldn't bear to open it to take a look, but the Bodhisattva pressed his hand and said, "Go back and look again!"

Wukong didn't dare to go against it, so he flew back to Santanzhai somersaulting, and he couldn't wait to open the medicine bag when he landed. He only glanced at it, and his scalp exploded, and he stuck his butt on the ground.

That night, Xie Huansheng took the elixir according to the "doctor's order", and ate half a watermelon in his arms - but there was a steady stream of disturbances to transport them to eat watermelon.

The watermelon was supposed to be chilled, and when it was eaten, it caused a wave of flames.Xie Huansheng rolled over and fell on the couch, like a round pancake being fried on a pan, happy and sad, but only one side was implemented over and over again.

He was panting heavily, his pants were gone in the blink of an eye, and a monkey's tail swung from nowhere, tightly wrapping around his body, rubbing it loosely and tightly, slowly and rapidly, like a drumbeat .Although Wukong has been cultivated into a human form, it can't conceal the nature of a wild monkey. His body hair is unruly, and his tail is even more neglected. It is thick and curly, and there are forks, stabbing and eating red meat, like frost on the mountain. The wild raspberries are sweet and prickly.

He opened his mouth to scream, but the tail swirled in the air, and the old vine smashed into his mouth as if looking for its roots. Wukong's lower body sank, and he aimed at the guy, with a look of grievance on his face that he wanted to save all sentient beings even if he died, he sat down simply and rudely. down.

This is not Huanai, it is simply exorcising demons!

Xie Huansheng was chewing the wet and salty monkey tail, or he was stimulated by the medicine, or he was in love. Infinite and beautiful reveries turned in his mind, and each layer of thoughts was full of red and fat peach blossoms.

He grabbed Wukong's waist, arched his body, and slammed upwards desperately. Wukong's body was soft and soft, like a wisp of cloud swimming across a cliff, a streak of sugar scraped by the corner of his mouth, perhaps, it was more like love.No matter how bewitching and beautiful the snake spirit in the world is, it can't compare to the delicate and charming monkey in front of me.

Wukong slapped him with his backhand, and spat out half of his tail: "Please be a good boy, you are really showing off your prestige!"

Xie Huansheng was laughing, but he didn't care. He turned his elbow and turned around, crushing Wukong to the ground.Wukong hooked his tail and slapped him on the back, he was a little annoyed at first, and then became affectionate again, Yiyi moved his true feelings, and grinded his flesh like little claws.

The rain outside the window is thick at night, and the two of them are entangled together, like two balls of grass buds, constantly secreting juice, the house is covered with oil, it is sticky everywhere you touch, it is so light and slippery that you can't help it, and you can't get your feet off it everywhere Going, people become smaller than ladybugs, being swept by wind and waves, who cares where they go.

Life is uncomfortable, death is also leisurely.

☆, 45

After noon the next day, Xie Huansheng had breakfast, lay on a rocking chair, undulating, and ate melon seeds leisurely.

Yan Sanlang and Xie Shangzi came out side by side, and saw that he was standing tall on both feet, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, snickering with a smile on his face, and the leisurely appearance of a king returning from a thousand sails, one knew that his illness was cured pretty close.

Sure enough, when Xie Huansheng saw Sanlang, he squinted and satirized: "Yo, it's not that the whole family doesn't come in, but you can adjust the direction very quickly."

Yan Sanlang experienced life and death, and he still had some tender thoughts, but his nature is hard to change—brothers always tear each other up when they meet, and the good words that are squeezed out of their mouths are instantly wiped out. He said with a smirk: " You had a lot of noise in your room last night, but I don’t know if it’s practice or cultivation. Hey, where’s Wukong?”

Xie Huansheng frowned, and said with a straight face, "Third brother, you and I have grown up, and my father is gone. It's time to separate."

"Uncle! My aunt asked you to clean up this basket of garbage!" Jin Chanzi was holding a large basket of old books, his upper body was flying up to the sky, his feet were as old as a turtle, and he was twisting and shaking. Come into the yard.Xie Shangzi yelled, "It's too heavy, just put it down!" But seeing that his hands were weak, he made the bamboo basket fall to the ground and rolled around, throwing out many books.

Xie Huansheng didn't even look at it and said, "Oh, it's useless, burn it."

For some reason, Yan Sanlang felt that there was a ghost, so he picked up the book and read it in his hand: "What the hell is "The Feet Are Fluttering and the Eyes Are Blurring", and picked up the book "The Story I and the Jade Emperor Have to Tell"... .What are the authors called 'Old Man of Chaoyang Village'? What do you do with these books?"

Xie Huansheng said with a shy face, "I write to make ends meet, I am ashamed."

Xie Shangzi also picked up the copy: "The Desert Swordsman and the Little Taoist?"

Xie Huansheng smiled wickedly, and tapped Yan Sanlang with his fan: "No, Desert Swordsman..." Then he pointed at him, "Little Taoist...hahahaha...this book is the best seller!"

Xie Shangzi's brow was bloodshot when he heard this, and he muttered, "It's treason!" He threw the book on the ground and immediately blocked it with his foot.

"Xie Huansheng!" Yan Sanlang raised his fists angrily and rushed towards him, "You... just look at the future of you three aunts and six wives!"

Xie Huansheng dodged the punch, and laughed on the rocking chair: "Don't rush to beat me up, maybe your Xie Shangzi won't agree!"

Xie Shangzi was at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Xie Huansheng pointed to the pile of books and said, "Look for it, have you read it?"

Yan Sanlang raised his fist: "Don't listen to him talking! I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

Xie Shangzi was full of doubts, squatting on the ground, flipping through one book after another: ""Ghost Scholar and Pretty Wife", "Grandfather's Soup", "Three-year Imperial Examination and Five-year Sprint", "Guanyin's Beauty Secrets"... "Detective Di Renjie"?!" He respectfully picked up a book full of holes and dirt, and exclaimed in sadness and joy, "You... I grew up reading your books?"

Xie Huansheng crossed his legs and said proudly: "Yes. Hey, the cool wind has faith, the autumn moon is boundless, the waves wash the sand, the world is ups and downs, and I am the only one who is not old!"

Xie Shangzi held the book in his arms and said intoxicatedly, "Is this the first draft?"

"Well, I also drew a big turtle in it."

"Send me off?"

Xie Huansheng waved his hand: "Of course, you're welcome."

Xie Shangzi's face was full of smiles, turned his head and shouted at Yan Sanlang: "You dare to touch him!"

Yan Sanlang blushed furiously, pointing at Xie Huansheng: "You...you rob people!"

Jin Chanzi smiled and said, "Haha, uncle, so you are also a giant!"

Xie Shangzi corrected, "It's Da Da!"

Wukong came back up the mountain with his butt pouted, deliberately avoiding them, and lowered his head to drill into the house. Xie Huansheng turned around and leaned on the back of the chair and asked, "You're back from meditation?"

Wukong said "huh" and asked vaguely: "Is your mind clear?"

Xie Huansheng chased after him like a little bee: "Sober and sober! The Lingtai is like a mirror, reflecting the mist of the past! Wukong..."

Wukong didn't turn his head back, he elbowed him back: "Go, go! I don't want to see you!"

Xie Huansheng hurriedly propped up the door rail with both hands, straddled one foot on the threshold, and giggled at him, his cheeks almost flew away: "That..."

Wukong was about to slam the door, but he was afraid that Xie Huansheng's flesh would crush the door, so he said impatiently, "Say something quickly!"

"Find me at Xiangjiang Ferry tonight! You must come!"

"I do not--"

"No discussion!" Xie Huansheng turned around and ran away.

The night is like water, the moon is shining in the sky, a tree of peach blossoms, brocade spraying clouds