Chapter 130

For Quan Hongming, life is like an island in the dark.

He knew he was still alive, but he could not tear the darkness and let his mind return to his body.

It's like a man on a desert island, but it's not the sea around.

Quan Hong realized that leaving the island was death.

Once upon a time, in his impression, he was standing on a small hill, the sky was gloomy, the earth mountain at his feet was as yellow as wheat ears in autumn, and the mountain stood on a terrible Brown Black Plain.

There are withered and twisted black trees everywhere, strange rocks scattered everywhere, and the earth is full of thin fish scale cracks. They twinkle slightly, as if countless eyes pierced with vicious light. On the plain, it seems to be engraved with death.

Quan Hongming has tried to cross the wasteland many times. He wants to go to another mountain on the horizon to have a look. Maybe there is a turning point.

But he failed countless times.

Ten thousand steps forward can't get close to the mountain, but some terrible smell over the plain makes his body change a lot. His back is full of small white baby arms. These arms hold each other tightly, just like his back shell; his cheek protrudes a lot of white tusks, three groups in total, very symmetrical, just like an ancient beast His kiss was reborn on his face; the blood became hot and full of poison at some time. Sometimes, after the skin was corroded and ulcerated by the poisonous blood, these black blood would ooze out. They were as heavy as mercury and gathered on the wound, turning into howling faces, lifelike, like countless ghosts.

He felt extremely afraid, turned back, just a step back to the earth mountain.

It's hard to insist, but it's so easy to give up.

After repeated attempts, he let himself die in the mountains.

Quan Hongming cursed the world, his life, his memories and his relatives.

His efforts to roar will burst the skin, blood flow wantonly in the mountains, the golden soil pouring, into a fierce red.

He doesn't care anymore.

At some point, terror spread from the plain.

The sky and the earth are corroded by darkness.

It's strange that Quan Hongming is willing to use corrosion to describe this kind of replacement.

Darkness takes the place of light because of sunset, and when the sun rises, there is light all over the world.

But the night here is eternal, and there will be no more day.

The sky and the earth have been replaced by colors, losing their original existence.

Only this mountain is emitting 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, what she has to do is to use acupuncture to calm Quan Hongming's breath, and then study the treatment method.

All day long, in the vast medical skills, only in the dead of night, she would go to the bamboo forest to play a song for herself.

This is the only entertainment in her day, the most relaxed time and the most carefree time.

Until I met the strange man, his face was full of water, he was funny, adding a touch of humorous yellow to the elegant and white music memories.

Ning Baiyi actually knows why he cries.

There are only two schools in the world famous for the magic sound. One is Jing nanxuan's female school, and the other is Baihua valley.

Xuannu school's demonic voice is dignified. It uses its internal power to stir up the sound waves and burst out a heart stirring attack. The heart pulse breaks in the middle.

And Baihua Valley demon sound is good at enchanting and confusing, which makes the mind hurt. The listener is like falling into a dream, and suddenly the time of death has come.

If you want to enchant the audience, you need the musician to have a high understanding of the piano technique and have the talent in martial arts.

Only by God's voice can we change our mind.

Ning Baiyi can do it naturally.

Her emotions can be transmitted through the piano, but that night, she was actually very happy. People who heard the music should also be happy and smiling, but Mo Yun was in tears.

Is it really the wind and sand?

In any case, Ning Baiyi is now more careful when playing the piano, for fear of influencing others.

In the dark bamboo forest, a field full of fallen leaves is covered with a mat and a piano stand, on which a piano and a censer are placed.

Sparse stars and moon only light up the strings, shining like a silver bridge, grand as thick clouds.

Ning Baiyi is sitting at the table, and the slender jade fingers pluck the clouds.

She warned herself not to play willfully, but when she got to the place where she was in love, she was still selfless, soft and elegant, which could make the sound of Bailing shine on the earth and make the birds fly.

Under the shadow of the dark bamboo, a man in white stands silently.

At the end of the song, Ning Baiyi cleans up the platform, while the man quietly leaves.

……

A competitor came to Lu Zhengkang's fortune telling stall.

He was a Taoist sent by ran Shan of Shandong Province.

East Street stretches for two miles, and can be used by eight double carriages without crowding. In such a big place, Taoist kunqing must set up a fortune telling stall three feet away from luzhengkang!It's business, it's money, it's money!

Hateful, this thief is wearing a kind of heaven master's cloak. It looks like that.

What's more hateful is that these mortals don't know the real Bodhisattvas in the world, and even run to this thief Taoist to tell fortune.

Lu Zhengkang, with a straight face, still calculates three hexagrams every day and closes the stall.

At last, he came early, and he has the reputation of calculating. There are still many business customers every day.

However, he let go of the business Snatcher, but Kun Qing didn't intend to let him go.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Kunqing is now a member of Qike villa under the government. He has to consider Lu Zhengkang for the people of the government.

It turns out that there are two schools of Taoism in ranshan, one is to cultivate Taoism and refine Qi, the other is to study around the world. Kunqing is one of them.

Anyone who has a heart for the world will not miss the capital, and those chivalrous and strange people who have ambition but lack capital all know that the people of Quanfu have the taste of Meng, so it's a good choice to come to the capital and go to Quanfu.

Naturally, kunqing also wanted to get some money from the government to help practice, so he rushed to the capital as soon as he got down the mountain.

In order to take the initiative, it is not for him to go to the Quanfu people, but for him to be discovered by the Quanfu people and invited to be a guest.

Of course he did.

On his first day in the capital, he competed with hundreds of colleagues to learn and compete with each other, which crushed their business. The outstanding talent and learning, and the magnificent momentum, made people who witnessed that day marvel. Up to now, there are still rumors of "crazy Taoist" on the street.

Kunqing's arrogance naturally has capital. Even for people of his status, it can't even be regarded as arrogance.

The descendants of the three sects of ranshan sect are equivalent to the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin. Who dares to hate them?

As an outsider of Quanfu, kunqing is still very noble. This time, he was also entrusted by others to try out the new monk Miaoji's ability.

"Ah! Little monk, why don't you do more divination? "

The handsome middle-aged Taoist went to Lu Zhengkang's stall, just like a leading yellow chicken, surrounded by fortune tellers.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head and said, "there are not many hexagrams, but essence. If you count one more hexagram, you will lose your life." However, he satirized kunqing's wholesale way of looking at his face.

Those chicks chirp, a big excitement to start, just like the sky is going to rain rice, can immediately fill the stomach of these spiritual empty people.

Kunqing gave out a joyful cry and shook his cockscomb, like a chicken king who was provoked by young generations. "Little monk, I'm afraid it's not that you don't have the ability to count more. Let's compare. If anyone wins, the business belongs to him. If he loses, smash the stall immediately!"

Lu Zhengkang is smiling, just like watching crickets and elephants tug of war, "how can you bet only on this color head, or you can strip off your clothes and run around the East Street of Beijing, what do you think?"

Hoo -

the crowd is boiling!