Three months later, he finally arrived in Lhasa, the city of dreams. However, everything there was not as pure and simple as he thought. The bar was full of people full of desires, money, love, desire, and greed.
, he can see through everyone's mind, which contains people's most intense desires.
In that way, he lived in a daze for a month, going to the temple to meditate for an hour almost every day. On the last day, he planned to leave, so he quietly thought about it for two hours in the temple. On that day, something happened
A strange feeling guided him, as if he was looking for something.
He always followed his rational will, so for the second time in his life, he stepped into the bar. The strange thing was that he couldn't hear anything complicated around him, and even the images he saw were so blurry. He only knew that he wanted to
Go in one direction.
"Hello!" He woke up only when such a voice appeared in front of him, and everything around him returned to reality. However, he could not see through her heart.
I remember that when my master taught him the art of psychic reading, he told him that if one day he meets someone he cannot see through, then this person will be his best partner in life.
Just like that, they were together, it seemed that fate had arranged for them to meet each other in this strange place and get to know each other.
It was a mild afternoon, and Lhasa would never feel tired, because it is the home of every wanderer. The second young master of the Tang family took his beloved Wan'er to Langkas, the nearest river to the city of Lhasa.
Mo River.
Wearing a white dress, she sat on a white wooden board that had been weathered by the wind and sun but was full of warmth. The fine rotten wood chips disappeared little by little in the air with the breeze. Gray-white river birds flew freely in this rich land.
of water, walking and stopping.
The breeze was gentle, and her long hair was like ink falling into the clear water, spreading out bit by bit, surrounding an unpredictable black rose.
"If my hair reaches my waist, would you marry me?" Wan'er said this softly in her ear.
Emotional cities will always inspire a person's imagination and lyricism, desire and desire in quiet times, and will create batches of magical poets and writers.
"Where is your waist?" The second young master of the Tang family gently sat beside her, hugged her slender waist, and held her warmly in his arms.
"Then just go to the chest." Wan'er teased her mouth playfully and smiled at the second young master of the Tang family, suddenly blooming like a wonderful lily.
"If you say I don't have breasts, you'll be in trouble!" Wan'er suddenly realized something was wrong, and then added, which made the second young master of the Tang family laugh stupidly all day long. The two of them rolled up their trouser legs, full of smiles.
Tiaohe was playing around. However, until the last moment, he did not answer her question.
Time quickly traveled along the growth rings and returned to the day when they met.
"Let's go to the bar. That's where we first met. How about we meet again?" Early in the morning, Wan'er pulled up the white quilt and lay on the strong biceps of the second young master of the Tang family.
Imagine such a gorgeous and wonderful reunion.
So, Wan'er dressed up seriously and went to the bar happily. She was still in the same seat, and she had to wait for him.
The second young master of the Tang family continued to lie on the bed. It was still three hours before they met. He thought that it would be better to sleep for another hour. In fact, he slept for two and a half hours that day.
"Ah!" Suddenly, the second young master of the Tang family woke up from his sleep. He looked at the time and saw that there was less than half an hour left. In order to avoid the noise, they lived in a quiet old building and went to a bar.
It will take at least an hour.
The second young master of the Tang family knew that he had made a mistake, and Wan'er would definitely be angry. So, he got in the car, passed by the flower shop and bought a large bouquet of roses, and also made up for the mistake of not sending flowers that year. In this way, he was forty late.
Minutes later, the second young master of the Tang family opened the door of the bar.
What surprised him was that there was no noise here at this moment, only faint gasps, like the murmur of a person who couldn't swim falling into the deep sea and slowly falling.
After walking around the exquisite tables, he came to the hand-made wooden table. It had hardly changed in a year. The second young master of the Tang family smiled and held the flowers, imagining the beauty that reflected on Wan'er's face at that moment.
Smile, just like every morning.
Sunlight shines into the dusty bar through the tall glass windows. Under the sun, particles of dust are floating gently, silently.
Wan'er lay quietly on the ground, vomiting black-red blood from her mouth, which had dyed her white dress crimson. For the first time, her eyes were so empty and confused, as if she had never been given a soul.
.
"Bang..." Surprised, the large bouquet of roses fell heavily to the ground and fell into the pool of blood. The petals fell to the ground and suddenly withered.
"I'm sorry, I'm late!" The second young master of the Tang family hugged Wan'er's body tightly, and the white shirt was dyed with the most poignant color inch by inch. At that moment, the world recovered and he saw people
With their panicked eyes and messy words, he didn't know what they said. He only knew that his world was quiet again.
Later, he found out that two Miao people wanted to use her table, but she refused, and then they touched each other. Finally, they used a mysterious needle to kill her until Mi Wang's last moment.
She didn't even wait for him.
Later, the second young man of the Tang family went to the temple to be tonsured and to keep vigil for her. This stay lasted for a year, and he was pure and innocent every day. There was only repentance in his world.
On that day a year later, it was two years since they met and one year since she died. He went to the bar wearing a Tibetan robe. This time, he was not late, but made an exception and also held a large bouquet of roses.
When he approached that kind of table, he seemed to see himself walking towards him holding flowers. In fact, he had already had the illusion that he was Wan'er.
Therefore, his earthly ties remained intact and he left Lhasa to continue practicing. However, he fell into a demon while practicing martial arts, which further highlighted the character of Wan'er, the object of his longing.
So, it became what it is now.
"I do, I do, I do!" Facing the white wooden board, the second young master of the Tang family shouted loudly. He was afraid that he would not have the chance to answer this question this time.
"What did you say?" The girl who had eaten the fruit looked at him curiously, swaying her delicate legs happily, and the clear river water was gently bounced up, creating a splash.
"I mean, I am willing to marry you!" The second young master of the Tang family said seriously, and couldn't help but lower his head shyly. He felt that he had returned to that day. This time, he just stole the line.
"Ah! Wan'er, Wan'er!" When the second young master of the Tang family raised his head, he saw nothing, only a lonely wooden board, and not even her wet footprints. He ran to look for it in horror.
But there was nothing. He shouted heartbreakingly into the river!
At this time, Nangong Yi was walking up the thatched jungle, trying to keep up with them, when he suddenly heard such a loud shout, and it was Wan'er. He felt very strange, but he couldn't explain why it was strange.
.I had no choice but to continue to follow up.
Yu Ze and Feng Yu also heard such sounds at the same time. Yu Ze used his feet to try to figure out who the second young master of the Tang family was calling. However, he had agreed not to speak loudly before coming. Judging from the current situation, this
It is simply an act of digging one's own grave. Are all the Zoroastrian cultists on the mountain deaf?
In a narrow valley, sound will spread through the empty mountain walls and rocks, and eventually it may even cause mountain accidents such as collapses and sinkholes. Yu Ze gritted his teeth, he didn't know what was going on over there. But time was running out.
, he couldn't stop, so he had to move forward.
The second young master of the Tang family stood at the end of the wooden board, looking around painfully. He suddenly wanted to go home, to Lhasa, and to see her.
"Wow!" The second young master of the Tang family roared in pain again, jumped up suddenly, and plunged resolutely into the river. At that moment, the rolling water of the Lancang River instantly submerged his figure, just like he had never done before.
It has never been the same as that moment. There is nothing but excitement.
Nangong Yi felt more and more something was wrong, so he accelerated his pace and quickly walked through the thatch. He tried to find the mark left by Yu Ze, and then moved forward step by step. This has been explained before, everyone has a
Exclusive symbols, simple but obvious. Used to mark location information in emergency situations. Each information can only be used once. No matter who it is, it must be cleared after receiving it.
The direction indicated by the mark was completely different from that of Yu Ze and Feng Yu. One curved upward, while the other turned sharply downward. At the exit of Yi### Spring, Yu Ze's mark pointed inward.
Let’s go. Nangong Yi can’t figure out why it’s done this way and why it’s necessary to go into the underground river more often.
Nangong Yi knows this very well. As a person in the martial arts world, or a high-risk dispatch team, he still knows these basic geographical knowledge. Unless he has to, he will not choose such a way of traveling. Yu Ze is not worried. The key is
He is his beloved disciple, and he just heard the miserable cry of the second young master of the Tang family. Maybe the others have really encountered big difficulties.
After clearing the mark, Nangong Yi used his inner strength to avoid the impact of the rapids, and entered the inner layer of the spring with difficulty. After swimming for a distance, he began to float up, and then he reached an open area surrounded by large and small stalactites.
, is dripping with drops of water.
The water drops falling on the wet rocks or shallow puddles make a very ethereal sound, which makes people feel lonely.
"Forget it, let's make a call!" Nangong Yi then remembered and took out his phone, but it was already soaked in water. The water that came out from the gaps in the buttons was enough to wash his face. Nangong Yi was helpless.
He shook his head and slowly groped forward in the darkness.