At this moment, everything he saw in his eyes was like being washed by clear water, and he heard it slowly flowing into his heart and never forgot it.
"Pu to the heart to find labor to seek the xuan? Mountain word practice wonderful truths are in front of … "
Every word is like pearls and jade, which makes people remember and relax unconsciously at the same time.
Carefree, self-forgetting, ignorance of cold and summer, morning and evening.
A few dead leaves fell from the branches, and the wind swept over the tombstone. A leaf brushed Feng An’s ear and fell on his shoulder.
A touch of the ear made him slant his head and avoid a open eye.
Fengan one leng this just found himself I don’t know has closed his eyes.
And in this valley, the Chinese Yunhan has disappeared.
Looking around, no one was seen, and I carefully recalled a strange scripture I had just heard, and I remembered the words Fang Yunhan said when he was absent.
"You will have a chance to avoid more sadness after reading the Bible and casting arrows day and night."
Low repeating that sentence Feng An stretched out his hand and picked the dead leaf on his shoulder.
He looked down at the loose thumb and let the dead leaves stay in the middle finger.
"Reading Classics … Casting Arrows"
He looked at the leaf and his eyes gradually focused.
Hey!
The withered, yellow and dry leaves are slightly cracked, and many cracks appear from the contact place of Feng ‘an middle finger.
Then "bam", a small yellow dust drifted from the fingertips.
Feng ‘an’s face was white, but his eyes floated with a clear and dazzling look.
He turned and bowed deeply to the thousands of tombstones and walked straight away from the valley.
……
At that time, Fang Yunhan had gone out of the mountain forest and returned to Tieyicheng.
On the same day, if the main personnel involved in the First World War in Fufu Town were injured, they were all placed in the general’s office. Fang Yunhan called a maid to ask a few words and walked to the courtyard of Liu Qingshan and his group.
Coincidentally, when Fang Yunhan entered the courtyard, none of his seven young Taoist priests had Liu Qingshan sitting in the courtyard, holding a cup of ginseng tea and drinking slowly.
This old man has no injury in appearance, but his face is as light as gold paper and his eyebrows are scattered. Even when he is drinking tea, he can see some signs of chapped lips and bloody lips.
Moreover, he was absent-minded, and even Fang Yunhan walked towards him without realizing that it was a mechanical repetition of sipping.
"The Taoist priest has finished drinking that cup of tea."
Fang Yunhan stopped at the stone steps of the gazebo and woke up after watching several rates.
Liu Qingshan woke up to see that he was busy putting the teacup. "President Fang is coming. Please sit down quickly."
Fang Yunhan entered the pavilion and sat opposite Liu Qingshan.
Liu Qingshan picked up the teapot and saw a cup on the table, so he was ready to call the maid to get it.
"Don’t bother" Fang Yunhan waved his hand to stop the maid from quitting and smiled. "I’ve come to ask the Taoist a few things."
Liu Qingshan also smiled and said, "President Fang, please say that being original must be inexhaustible."
"Then I’ll come straight to the point," Fang Yunhan said. "Does the Taoist know the origin of the wind?"
On hearing that name, Liu Qingshan looked awed and said, "To tell the truth, that man is a notorious devil in our hometown."
He explained that "being poor and others are from an overseas archipelago, where there is a Sect called Seven Killing Sect, which is the contemporary leader."
Liu Qingshan’s attitude is surprisingly good, but Fang Yunhan continued to ask and added, "There are five sects that kill the seven religions collectively called the devil Sect."
Fang Yunhan asked, "Magic Sect?"
"yes"
Liu Qingshan issued a sneer at a way: "People in our country call themselves demons because they are jealous of their bad behavior, but they claim to be rebellious against the mainstream and are not bound by secular eyes. Only those who are truly shameless, anti-glorious, selfish and trample on morality, and the crimson six-leaf lotus is the mark of the magic Sect."
"Oh," Fang Yunhan smiled inexplicably. "It sounds like the Taoist priest’s hometown is an island, but there are also some waves. The exchange between Daqi and the West has been going on for nearly a thousand years, and the fleet has spread far and wide all over the world. How come I have never heard of many high-ranking people and active devil islands?"
Liu Qingshan sighed, "It should be that our place is too remote. Actually, we drifted to the West Sea after being shipwrecked, and now even we can’t find our way back. I wonder how those magic people got here?"