For Quan Hongming, life is like an island in the dark.
He knew he was still alive, but he couldn't tear through the darkness and let his mind return to his body.
It's like a person living on a desert island, but there is no sea around.
Quan Hongming clearly realized that leaving the island would mean death.
Once, in his impression, he was standing on a small hill. The sky was gloomy and gray. The soil at his feet was as yellow as wheat ears in autumn, and the mountain stood on a terrifying brown-black plain.
There are dry and twisted black trees everywhere, strange rocks scattered everywhere, and the ground is covered with fine cracks like fish scales. They flicker slightly, like countless eye holes, piercing vicious light. The plain seems to be carved all over.
death.
Quan Hongming tried to cross the wasteland countless times. He wanted to go to another mountain on the horizon to see if there might be a turning point there.
But he failed countless times.
He couldn't get even closer to the mountain even if he walked ten thousand steps forward, and a certain terrifying aura permeating the plain caused many changes in his body. His back was covered with small white and tender baby arms. These arms
They hugged each other tightly, just like their back shell; there were many white fangs protruding from his cheeks, three groups in total, very symmetrical
, like the snout of an ancient giant beast reborn on his face; the blood has become hot and full of poison at some point. Sometimes, after the skin is corroded and ulcerated by the poisonous blood, black blood will ooze out,
They are as heavy as mercury and gather on the wounds, turning into wailing faces, lifelike, like countless wronged souls possessing them.
Feeling extremely frightened, he turned around and returned to Tushan as soon as he took one step.
It's hard to persist, but it's so easy to give up.
After repeated attempts with no results, he allowed himself to die on the mountain.
Quan Hongming cursed the world, cursed his own life, hated his own memories, and hated his relatives.
His strenuous roar split his skin, and his blood flowed freely on the mountain, soaking the golden soil and turning it into a tragic red.
He doesn't care anymore.
At some point, the terror from the plains spread up.
The sky and the earth are corroded by darkness.
It is strange that Quan Hongming is willing to use corrosion to describe this replacement.
Darkness replaces light because of sunset, and when the sun rises, light fills the world again.
But the night here is eternal, and there will be no day again.
The sky and earth were replaced by colors, losing their original substance of existence.
Only this mountain is emitting blood-red light.
Life is like an island in the dark.
…
Ning Baiyi's life may be more monotonous than Lu Zhengkang's.
In addition to daily chores, all she has to do is use acupuncture to calm Quan Hongming's breath, and then delve into treatment methods.
She keeps her head bowed all day long while practicing her vast medical skills. Only in the dead of night will she go to the bamboo forest and play a relaxing song for herself.
This is her only entertainment of the day. It is the time when she is most relaxed and carefree.
Until I met that weird man, his face was full of water, he was funny, adding a touch of humorous yellow to the elegant and pure music memories.
Ning Baiyi actually knew why he cried.
There are only two sects in the world that are famous for their magic sounds. One is the Jingnan Xuannu Sect, and the other is the Baihua Valley.
The demonic voice of the Xuannu sect is majestic and majestic. It uses its internal energy to stir up the sound waves and burst out with heart-stimulating blows, breaking the hearts of those who hit it.
The demonic sound of Baihua Valley is good at enchanting people and causing sexual confusion, which makes people feel deeply sad. Those who hear it feel like they are falling into a dream, and they suddenly realize that the time of death is approaching.
To mesmerize the audience, the musician needs to have a high level of understanding of piano skills, as well as talent in martial arts.
Only by using God to control the voice can one be able to empathize with one's emotions and disturb one's mind.
Ning Baiyi can certainly do it.
Her emotions could be conveyed through the music, but that night, she was actually quite happy. Those who heard the music should also be smiling, but Mo Yun burst into tears.
Could it be that the wind and sand really blinded me?
No matter what, Ning Baiyi has become more cautious when playing the piano now, for fear of affecting others.
In the dark bamboo forest, there was a mat spread on an open space full of fallen leaves, and a harp stand, with a harp and an incense burner placed on the stand.
The sparse stars and moon only illuminate the strings of the piano, shining like a silver bridge and spreading like thick clouds.
Ning Baiyi was sitting at the table, playing tricks on the clouds with her slender jade fingers.
She warned herself not to play freely, but when she got to the place where her love was strong, she still forgot herself, and the soft and elegant sound of the piano illuminated the earth, making the birds fly away in fright.
Under the dark bamboo shadow, a man in white stood silently.
After the song ended, Ning Baiyi cleaned up the piano table, and the man quietly left.
…
Lu Zhengkang's fortune-telling stall has a competitor.
He was a Taoist priest sent from Ranshan, Shandong.
The East Street stretches for two miles and can accommodate eight two-horse carriages without being crowded. In such a big place, that nonsense Taoist Kunqing must set up a stall three feet away from Lu Zhengkang, and it is also a fortune-telling stall!
Grab the business and get the money in your pocket! This is it!
It's a shame that this thief is wearing a Celestial Master's cloak that looks like a human or a dog. It really looks like that.
It’s even more shameful that these mortals don’t know the true Bodhisattva in the world, so they went to this Taoist priest to tell fortunes and read fortunes.
Lu Zhengkang, with a straight face, still calculated three hexagrams every day before closing the stall and leaving.
After all, he came early and was known as a divination divination, so there were still many customers visiting his business every day.
However, he let this business robber go, but Kun Qing did not intend to let him go.
The reason is actually very simple. Kun Qing is now a member of the Qike Villa under the Quan Mansion, and he has to consider Lu Zhengkang for the Quan Mansion people.
It turns out that the Taoist priests in Ranshan are divided into two schools: those who leave the world and practice Taoism and refine their Qi, and those who join the world and travel around the world. Kunqing belongs to the worldly school.
No tourist who cares about the world will miss the capital, and those strangers who have ambitions but lack capital all know that people in the Quan Mansion are like Meng Chang, so coming to the capital to join the Quan Mansion is a good choice.
Kun Qing naturally wanted to get some money and rare treasures from the Quan Mansion to help him practice, so he rushed to the capital as soon as he got off the mountain.
In order to take the initiative, he should not go to the powerful people, but should be discovered by the powerful people about his ability, and then invite him as a guest.
Of course he succeeded.
On the first day he came to the capital, he competed with hundreds of colleagues and crushed their businesses. His outstanding talent and magnificence amazed everyone who witnessed that day. There is still a rumor circulating on the streets today.
Rumors about the "Crazy Taoist".
Kun Qing's arrogance naturally has merit, and even for a person of his status, this can't even be considered arrogance.
The descendants of the three sects of Ranshan Sect are equivalent to the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin. Who dares to hold a grudge?
As a non-staff member of the Quan Mansion, Kun Qing is still very aloof, and this time he was entrusted by others to try out what the new monk Miaji was capable of.
"Hey! That little monk, why don't you do more fortune telling?"
The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest walked to Lu Zhengkang's stall like a leading yellow chicken with his head raised, surrounded by chickens who came to tell fortunes.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "It's not about having too many hexagrams, it's about being precise. One more hexagram will shorten your lifespan!" He was mocking Kun Qing's wholesale fortune-telling practice.
The chickens started chirping, and a big bustle was about to begin, just like rice rain was about to fall from the sky, which would immediately fill the stomachs of these spiritually empty people.
Kun Qing crowed happily and fluttered his rooster's comb, as if he was a king chicken being challenged by his young offspring. "Little monk, I'm afraid you are incapable of calculating, why don't we compete? Whoever wins, the business will be his."
, whoever loses, smash the stall immediately!"
Lu Zhengkang smiled, as if he saw a cricket trying to tug-of-war with an elephant, "What do you think of a bet with only this small amount of winnings? If you don't want to lose, take off all your clothes and run around the East Street of Jingcheng. What do you think?"