Chapter 119: Please take me with me.

When Xu Pingsheng, who was carrying a bag of papers, stepped into the mountain gate, a Fengling disciple who knew them well saw them and smiled at the dagger: "The son of the son." Master Xu."
When the people came from the storm 13 years ago, they shared one of the disciples who were in the southwest back door with Xu Pingsheng and did not put him in the eyes. However, for many years, they did not see the tempering of the sky, and many people have worn out Wen Runsheng. The light of the Tao, many of the past years of care, ambiguous, it seems that it is not as good as a gust of wind.
Xu Pingsheng has not remembered the face of this person, only concentrates on the struggle with the four, and wants to tear himself off from the fourth.
Four questions: "Well it."
The disciple said warmly: "The brother is in the back hill."
Immediately, his eyes showed a faint sorrow, adding: "...the burial of Master."
卅 Four teeth hurt like a breath: "OK. Now I am not very convenient, when he comes back, tell him, I am in his hall."
The morning of Fengling is like the sun setting, the morning dew is sucking, and the mouth is musk. Because this place is a land of fairy spirits that has been difficult for centuries, even in the shallow snow in winter, there are still many leaves of fine buds, green belts, green money, white spots, and there is no rhyme.
Qing Jingjun has a coat of arms here, and the body has been sent into the hail and sealed into the hole of the ice.
The monument that was set up in front of the crown was very clean, and it was obvious that some people came here for years to clean up.
Xu Xingzhi has already given a ceremonial manner. He will always take it out of the sac of Meng Zhongguang’s Dushan Yujie. Please take out some of the lingering fragments of the coffin and bury it in the Yuguan crown.
The Yuan Ying fragments of Miluo and Qing Jingjun have already been mixed together, and the atmosphere is connected, which is difficult to identify, but they cannot be allowed to let go of their displacement. In desperation, they have to be buried together.
Xu Xingzhi re-covered the tomb and held a jar of wine. He poured the whole altar into the earth and whispered: "Master, come out to drink."
The wine is the pure brew that Xu Xingzhi bought in the early morning, sprinkled over the soil of winter snow, and it has a strong mellow fragrance.
"Master, I have been a boon with the light." Xu Xingzhi, "Specially confessed to Master."
Meng Zhongguang squatted, carefully slammed a head, but his eyes stayed on Xu Xingzhi. His fingers traced the clothes belt of Xu Xingzhi, and he rolled a roll at his fingertips, ready to be tired of Xu Xing. After that, he took him into his arms and gently appeased him.
Xu Xingzhi did not mourn and cry, he unloaded his strength and sat facing the tombstone: "Heavily, let's go for a walk. We both talked."
Meng Zhongguang is spoiled: "Can Weng Yi also speak?"
Xu Xingzhi was amused by him, pinching his face and insisting: "Go."
Meng Zhongguang still wants to be entangled, but he can't hide it under the slight appearance of Xu Xingzhi's smile. Then he still stunned Xu Xingzhi, holding his hand and turning away.
When Meng Zhongguang left, Xu Xingzhi sat up straight, and picked up the jar, and left the remaining altar at the bottom of the altar. The lips and the wine slammed into the clothes and dripped onto the clothes.
He opened the front squat and wiped the wine from the left side of his wrist with his back. He said, "Master, you are too lazy. In the past 13 years, when you give me a dream, I might think of it." The things of the year. But the dreams are not dreaming of people. Do you hate me for 13 years without letting you drink alcohol? After I am happy to compensate you, every day will come here and turn around, you don't bother me.

"The body of the Jiuzhi lamp was handed over to Beinan. He said before that if he got nine lights, he would eat meat and blood, and he would kill the car. If he saw the body, he would no longer be willing to do it." I said that I was dead, and I buried it. I have talked with Qu Chi and wanted to send his body back to the old altar of the past, and buried it on the side of his mother stone screen. It is also home."
"There are still a lot of lingering shackles that are not changing, and we have to step up our hands, so that they will not jump to the wall and smash the people."
"Master, the old four are gone. I have negotiated with Qu Chi and Beinan Xiaolu... Yes, Xiaolu is Lu Yujiu. We have negotiated and tentatively plan to establish a new four-door, collectively called the 'new four-door'. Divided into four major departments, Fengling Mountain, Danyang Peak, Qingliang Valley and Yingtianchuan, still follow the old law and guard the Quartet."
"Now the four affairs are temporarily handled by Qu Chi. Master, you can rest assured that although you always laughed and said that you are not here, but for the future of Fengling, you will learn slowly and slowly, and you will always be able to do it one day. Let the winds be revived, and the four doors will be restored."
Speaking one sentence, Xu Xingzhi’s eyes are very light, and the tone seems to be leisurely.
The sorrow of more than a decade ago has been gradually faded by time. The Sage has gone, leaving the living people empty and gradually forgetting how to shed tears.
Xu Xiangzhi’s legs were frozen by the snow, and his face was hot and hot.
Because there is nothing to say, he has been quietly paired with the tombstone for a long time, and the intact hand grabs a wet mud on the left side of the body.
After a long time, Xu Xingzhi showed a smile on the line: "Master, I found a Taoist who can accompany me for a lifetime..."
He lowered his hand and looked at the inscription on the jade carving: "...but my dowry, dowry. No matter what, you promised me before."
The people in the tomb couldn't respond, and Xu Xingzhi took the initiative to get together. He grabbed the tombstone and put his face on the warm sapphire. He whispered to the tomb: "...Master, I miss you."
He still didn't cry, not only did he cry, but he was like a sly child, and his eyes were turned into two beautiful black crescent moons.
He leaned on the tombstone and chatted with the quiet Jing Jun who was sleeping in the ground: "Master, you manage the things under the ground, I care about the living things. We will never separate you forever. Say it?"
If there is a sense of clearness in the underground, see him like this smiling smile, this time should also show a smile.
Resting on the tombstone for a long while, Xu Xingzhi got up and took the dirt on his leg: "I am going to take care of the living thing. Master, don't be bullied by the old boy, swear at him."
After all, he licked his numb feet and turned back and shouted: "Meng Zhongguang, heavy light!"
No one responded in the four times. Xu Xingzhi muttered in confusion, pressing the bamboo fracture fan to the chest and slightly raising the sound: "...heavy light?"
As he walked away from the tomb, a shadow appeared slowly in front of Qing Jingjun's tomb.
Meng Zhongguang opened his robe and stumbled in front of the quiet Jun. The ink-like eyes were like black chess immersed in the clear water, squinting with a shimmer.
"Master, my brother is mine." Meng Zhongguang lowered his voice, and his words were pious. "... I love him. I am my eyes, my life and everything. Thank you for taking care of my brother before I come. ...and please feel free to hand over your brother to me."
Xu Xingzhi walked out of the 50 feet and couldn't find the trace of Meng Zhongguang. He didn't feel funny: Where did he go?
Just when this thought came out, he felt that his back was so heavy that it seemed to fall from the sky to a little fairy, which happened to fall on his back. From then on, he was destined to carry this heavy and sweet burden. Carry him back, the sea also carries him back.
The voice of the youth screaming in the ear: "... Brother, I am here."
After all, he spread his palms in front of Xu Xingzhi's eyes, and the lines of his palms entangled with a bright red flower.
He took the small flower from his palm and inserted it in the neckline of Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi’s smile:
I don’t want to attract insects.

Meng Zhongguang put his face on the neck side of Xu Xing, and the itch-like relative said: "I am, I will not recruit."
Xu Xingzhi smiled and took his thigh up and topped it up: "Then you hugged, don't run."
Meng Zhongguang did not say anything, but he held him tighter.
Sunlight warming, Xu Xingzhi only felt a small yellow cat on his right shoulder, kneeling on his shoulder, snoring and screaming to give a satisfying light.
Xu Xingzhi licked his lips and carried the old goblin who was blooming, and walked toward the front of the mountain.
When the two went to the Zhongshan area, passing through the dungeon, they saw a human figure still lying in the sky under the sun. The straw covered his torso and head, but he could not care for his feet. Xu Xingzhi saw his sandstone-like white toes without any effort.
Xu Xingzhi called a disciple who is cooking a body: "Who is this?"
The disciple gave him a gift: "Return to the brother, he should be the person of the magic road, and he has been in this place for a long time. There is also a logo on the prisoner's clothes, which seems to be called 'Liu Yunhe'."
Xu Xingzhi's eyebrows.
He remembers this name, but the specific image represented by this name has long been blurred.
Seeing that Xu Xingzhi went out of the corpse and went out of the two steps, the disciple kindly stopped him: "Brother, don't want to go. He looks so embarrassed that he is very embarrassed, and he has a living."
Meng Zhongguang said from the back of Xu Xingzhi: "... live?"
The disciple saw Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi put together into an intimate look. They did not avoid it before the people. One match was calm and the mouth was stunned. Only the roots were sore and painful: "...it was alive. But Zhou Shixiong looked But looking away, gave him a good time."
It is dead, Xu Xingzhi has no strong interest in this old man, and he will not deliberately pay attention to his bad appearance.
After he circumvented him, Xu Xingzhi went out again for a hundred steps. A disciple came on the scene and told him that he was coming to the middle of the house.
Xu Xingzhi is happy to go.
Bypassing the flowing pines and squatting back to the corridor, he returned to the temple where he lived with Meng Zhongguang. Xu Xingzhi found that the net was dust-free and did not change the old color, and the heart added a little warmth.
However, after looking around for a lap, Meng Zhongguang frowned uncomfortably.
He thought of a sinister sorcerer who snorted and grinned.
After the two entered the hall and met with four slaps, they opened the door and saw the mountain road: "I will personally give you this trip."
At this time, the person he was going to send out was nesting in the temple of the former temple of Guangfu.
He came out from the white jade railings to find a curious head. He looked at the fish in the pool and looked at the west. He was full of colorful, fat and fat, and his eyes could not restrain the greedy color.
Since turning into a corpse, Xu Pingsheng has added many desires that he did not have before.
If there is no innocence, or even personally feeding blood, he will always have the desire to eat raw meat and drink blood.
For example, now he feels that this group of fish is very delicious, and he is eager to catch one or two.
When he took off his shirt and rolled his trousers and prepared to launch the water, a dark cloak held a bowl of fish food, just hitting his bare body, and suddenly, without a malicious "yes".
Xu Pingsheng heard the familiar woman's voice, and the appetite was dispelled when he was on the scene. He took the clothes and went to a towering ancient Panasonic. He blocked his body with his trunk, and he was too shy and shy to put the clothes back on his torso.
Yuan Ruyi did not want to embarrass him. He stood still in the same place, until a small face with a flustered face came out from the tree, and she calmly pacified: "Xu Shidi, I am afraid."
Xu Ping was born with a red face, only revealing a hairpin outside the tree, but only Nono: "Yuan, Yuan Shijie. Not good-looking, you don't want to watch."
Yuan Ruqi saw the dense seams of his body, criss-crossing, as if the whole person was put together after being dismantled, and his heart was already in vain. Now that he is shy, he is more relaxed and afraid. Scared away this timid little wild cat: "I will cure you."
Xu Pingsheng sullenly tightened his clothes: "No, don't."
Yuan Ruzhen tried to walk two steps in the direction of the tree: "At least the neck, I can help a bunch. In the winter, you can wear a neck scarf to cover up, what can you do in the summer? Always squatting, but you have to start the scorpion ""
After a long time, Xu Pingsheng put down the sharp spikes, and slipped out of the tree. He was sitting in the poolside pavilion and waiting for the treatment of Yuan Ruzhen.
Yuan Ruyi took a bone hand and put it on the neck side of Xu Pingsheng. Pressing the soft skin, he found that there was a very obvious thick line touch inside.
Xu Pingsheng tickles his shoulders, and his eyes turn around in a wet, nervous eyelashes, and cast a restless shadow on the still beautiful face: "Yuan Shijie..."
"Not afraid." Yuan Ruyi, "very fast."
She is very pampered by this younger brother.
They used to be brothers and sisters. They were not intimate, but they also had the same fraternity. Nowadays, they are wonderfully stunned to look like they are not ghosts.
When Yuan Ruyi’s spiritual power slowly flowed through his neck, Xu Pingsheng closed his eyes and whispered:
Yuan Shijie, I... think, I want to ask you one thing.

Yuan Ruyi focused on his wounds: "You said it is."
Xu Pingsheng twisted his fingers and made a sizzling sound: "...I want to tell someone about a very important thing, but I don't know what to say."
When Yuan was stunned, he immediately gave a chuckle.
Her laughter is as soft as a spring breeze. Xu Pingsheng can imagine a beautiful face when he closes his eyes. When he sees the bones in the blink of an eye, he feels so beautiful that he smiles with her.
Yuan Ruzhen provoked him to squat with his bones and examined whether the wound on his neck was cleaned up. At the same time, he gave the answer: "...If you don't know how to say it, then write it down."
Xu Pingsheng licked his head and habitually reached for the wound between the necks, but found that there was a piece of smoothness. He had to hang his hand in uncomfortable manners and muttered: "Write it down..."
About half an hour later.
Xu Xingzhi held the folding fan and walked under the corridor.
After four, he caught up with Xu Xingzhi, and all the way to him, stepped back and followed his pace, and eloquently confessed: "...he has to drink blood. I can tell you that I intend to control him, every time. I will give him a drink on the 3rd. You can't follow his heart in everything. He said to me that this person is on his nose..."
Xu Xingzhi took his face and opened his face. He asked a disciple in the distance: "Can you see Xu Pingsheng?"
The disciple shook his head.
Seeing that the fourth is still entangled with him, Xu Xingzhi interrupted him in time: "First find him and say those! What if the elder brother ran out of the mountain?"
He blurted out: "He has nowhere else to go, even if he slips out, he will return to the end of the mountain."
As soon as he spoke, he felt that this was not quite right, but he quickly dispelled this layer of uncomfortableness. He continued to swear with a thick face: "...he recognizes the bed at night, he has to cover the cotton wool to fall asleep, 扒I can't get down. When he settles down, you have to give him a new quilt. He must have listened to you. I can't take him."
Xu Xingzhi: "..."
I don’t care about it: "Have you remembered? Repeat it with me."
Xu Xingzhi disliked him: "I have done it, I am tired of seeing you. I will take care of my brother, but I have to find my brother first to say this!"
After walking a few steps away, Xu Xingzhi pushed a shoulder on his shoulder: "Hey, let's find it separately. I guess the elder brother may go to the magic temple to find it. You don't have to follow it. You can turn around nearby, maybe." ... Brother is just not remembering the way back to the temple."
After the account was finished, Xu Xing stepped on the wind and went on, leaving only the four.
I scratched my ears, and my heart was full of irritability.
He didn't know that he was annoying. However, Xu Pingsheng had been raised by him for so many years. Even cats and dogs should have some friendship. Now he has to hand it over to others. He feels uncomfortable in his heart and wants to raise Xu Pingsheng. One should pay attention to people.
There was a lot of back and forth between the temples, and when I felt that I was going to get lost, I saw Xu Pingsheng in a bamboo forest.
He was first happy, and he rushed forward and lifted his leg. He said, "Where have you died? Do you know that we are... I am looking for you to look for an eye-opener? He thought that you were demented by the king." Now."
He obviously didn't realize that he had taken himself in, and Xu Pingsheng listened, but he didn't correct him.
... bastard, no problem.
Waiting for the fourth time, and then looking at it, the temple suddenly jumped up -
In front of Xu Pingsheng, there was a bamboo that was so smashed. When he saw the gap, he knew that the little beast had opened his mouth and used it to tear it.
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In these years, he did not pay for Xu Pingsheng's hair and feet. Now he ruined the things of Fengling Mountain. He did not hold it and habitually taught him.
However, Xu Pingsheng was hard to tell him.
He grasped a piece of sharp bamboo in the palm of his right hand and took it away. He picked up a large piece of bamboo that was torn into four pieces from the ground. He lifted it up high and almost plunged the green bamboo into the eyes of the fourth.
He took a nap and shouted: "What's the matter."
After a while, when he saw what Xu Pingsheng was holding in his hand, he was rarely stunned.
The first piece of bamboo is engraved: "I know swordsmanship."
The second film said: "I am not afraid of pain, not afraid of death."
The third film said: "I can eat less. I can eat it once in four or five days."
I took the fourth piece of bamboo in the palm of my hand and held it in my palm. I saw the short line of seven twists and turns for a long time, and I didn’t know how to smile with a shallow smile.
The fourth piece of bamboo was carefully engraved: "Please don't leave me, take me with you."