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(One thousand five hundred seventy-seven) hot air

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Just as he was thinking, Chen Wenyuan said, "Don't think about it anymore. Even if it's the same person, the reason for sleepwalking may not be the same."

"Yes." Wu Xunshengdao.

In fact, when Wu Xunsheng asked Chen Wenyuan when he was sleeping, "Why isn't she here?", he thought he had entered Henglianju's inner residence. Because Wu Xunsheng often had iron red flames in front of him along the way, he often thought about her, so it was easier to dream about her at night.

On the second day after Wu Xunsheng was on Jingxi Mountain, it snowed again. After the snow stopped, a bright sun appeared in the sky.

When the sun sets, the sun is much brighter than the previous day.

Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan to the mountain with snow grass again.

Chen Wenyuan came up with Lian Qingshahara again.

Before Wu Xunsheng began to water Xuehan grass, Chen Wenyuan cast a trick on a big stone. The snow on the big stone disappeared, and Chen Wenyuan sat on the big stone.

Wu Xunsheng felt the heat coming out of the big stone, so he tried it with his hand, and then said, "Chen Fangshi's spell is really extraordinary."

Chen Wenyuan said: "Actually, I no longer care about the magic. No matter how high the magic is, it always has limitations. Born in such a turbid world, no matter how high the magic is or how high the martial arts are, there will always be a sense of helplessness. The helplessness that many years ago is still deeply engraved in my heart. Perhaps, when looking at the snow on Jingxi Mountain and breathing the air in the mountains, it can make me feel that the world is still clean. As for the outside world, what if it is clean? Every day, sitting here, watching the sunset and playing Shakuhachi, no matter whether I can receive a response, I will breathe the air in the mountains, look far and near. There is no sight of people's hearts here, not only others' hearts, but also my own hearts."

Chen Wenyuan said this and sighed a long time ago, then said to Wu Xunsheng: "Water Xuehancao!"

Wu Xunsheng began to water Xue Hancao drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by drop by wave.

Chen Wenyuan looked at the sunset and blew up shakuhachi again.

The sunset dyed Chen Wenyuan's white color and shone on the lotus light shakuhachi he was blowing.

For many years, when the sun sets, Chen Wenyuan always plays songs with Lotus shahachi in this place. The previous songs were full of infinite pain, but at this moment, his songs did not seem to be as heavy as before.

When Wu Xunsheng watered the Xuehancao, he heard that the feeling of Chen Wenyuan playing was different from the feeling of the sunset the day before. Of course, it was even more different from the feeling of the song Wu Xunsheng heard when he first climbed this mountain.

After Wu Xunsheng finished watering, Chen Wenyuan used a method to the big stone, and the big stone soon stopped steaming.

Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan back to his house.

That night, Wu Xunsheng did not sleepwalking.

On the third day, when the sun sets, Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan to the mountain again.

It didn't snow that day, and the sun was brighter in the evening than the previous day.

Chen Wenyuan still took Lian Qingshahara to the ground. He used the trick on the big stone like the day before, and then sat on the steaming big stone.

Wu Xunsheng said, "Father Chen, look, the sun is getting brighter and brighter these days."

Chen Wenyuan said: "Yes, you see that your face is full of sunshine."

Wu Xunsheng smiled and said, "So is Chen Fangshi."
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