Nightfall

Volume Two Chapter 217 The Winter Winter Lake Black Peach Blossom

It's a very common thing to express emotion to the sea, but very few people express emotion to salted fish, just thinking about what happened to them in the past year. Even with a basket of salted fish, Longqing couldn't help but sigh stand up. * .Fiction netizens hand hit

But he is very clear that for himself, any emotions like sighs and emotions are too superfluous, and it will make him calm down and feel the unstoppable pain and despair again, so he Silently preparing to leave the fishing port.

Suddenly, he stopped, his delicate leather shoes slowly rolled on the wet and slippery ground, and the driven body slowly turned back.

I saw a sea full of morning light, and a small boat was undulating from time to time in the waves. Long Qing's eyesight is still sharper than that of ordinary people. He saw a Tsing Yi Taoist standing on the ship.

The Tsing Yi Taoist on the boat described it as ordinary and ordinary, without any special place, but he could not remove his gaze, because his body became extremely stiff with shock.

The fishermen and coolies, carrying heavy catches, walked between the slippery decks. On the shore, the merchants held cigarette rods and screamed. The seabirds flew back and forth between the sea and the mast. The fishing port is still busy and noisy, and no one seems to see the boat.

Long Qing was at a distance of hundreds of feet, silently watching the boat and the Taoist on the boat. His eyes were uneasy with the ups and downs of the waves. He is no longer a practitioner, but his insights are still there. It is clear that this Tsing Yi Taoist must be a practitioner, and that he can't see the depth at all, even the once powerful one can't see the depth of the powerful practitioner.

In the distance, the Tsing Yi Taoist, standing on the bow of the boat with his hand on his shoulder, looked up slightly at the rising sun in the east. The whole person seemed to melt into the reddish morning light.

Long Qing looked at the back of the Tsing Yi Taoist, and suddenly had the urge to escape. * Very literary *

At this moment, a calm and colossal voice sounded in his mind.

"Is there really such a thing in the world?"

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In the distance, the Tsing Yi Taoist did not turn around, and naturally he could not see whether he had spoken, but Long Qing understood the voice in his mind, which was the Taoist's question.

Listening to this question, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowned, looking a bit painful, looking down at a small shrimp struggling in the mucus beside his feet, muttering, "What can I do if I can't be satisfied?"

Then he raised his head and looked at the Tsing Yi Taoist on the boat in the distance, with a touch of resentment and sorrow, said: "The light has abandoned itself, and the darkness does not bother to kill itself. Waste like me, what else Disqualification? What kind of life can I expect? "

The voice of the Taoist Taoist at Qingyi was separated by hundreds of feet, and clearly sounded in Longqing's brain again.

"You are light, you must be light in your eyes, you are dark, you must be dark. In the past year you have experienced so many things, have you not yet understood the true relationship between light and darkness?"

Long Qing thought of the dream when the academy climbed the mountain, the dream that made him extremely painful, extremely proud, extremely glorious, and ultimately extremely sad, remembering the vast golden light in the dream, and suddenly thinking about something, his body suddenly became cold and deep Spring's sunrise began to tremble.

"But that was not my original belief."

He stared at the Tsing Yi Taoist on the ship in the distance, and his trembling voice was like a turbulent wind on the mast, stiff and cold coming from between his lips and teeth, with endless despair.

The Tsing Yi Taoist did not turn around and still looked down at the red sun.

"Can faith satisfy you?"

Long Qing replied: "It used to be."

The Tsing Yi Taoist is silent.

Long Qing lowered his head and looked at the little shrimp still struggling by the feet, and asked in pain: "Is this really possible?"

Tsing Yi Taoist said: "Yes."

Long Qing asked with some regret: "Is it worth it?"

The Tsing Yi Taoist said: "It's not worth it. It depends on being unsatisfied. If you are satisfied with the present, it's not worth it. If you still have a trace of dissatisfaction, then it's worth it. I think it ’s worth it whenever. "

After all, I returned to the initial problem of satisfaction.

Long Qing forcibly suppressed the shocked emotion, frowned desperately thinking, recalling the past in a long silence, and guessing the future life.

Are you really satisfied?

In Chengjing City, he led a beggar to grab food to earn a place, abducted and defrauded to steal money, and finally earned a sum of money to open a shop in Song Guo to earn money, and began selling salted fish to earn money. An ordinary successful businessman who married a beautiful and gentle wife, took two concubines and gave birth to many children. Until many years later, he hanged himself down and confirmed that no one was chasing and killing himself. The family returned to Chengjing and knelt beside the imperial palace outside the palace. Pointing at the same old emperor who drove the driver, he quaked and told his grandson that grandpa had a good relationship with him, but I should have been sitting there.

Then he was about to die and let his family carry himself to the Xiling Tomb of God, came under the peach blossoming mountain, and squeezed into the countless patients who came to heaven to seek medical treatment, and then he lay weakly on the stretcher, Watching the indifferent and proud temple cavalry and the black deacons walk past, looking at the magnificent Taoist temples in the height, two lines of clouded tears flowed over the old wrinkled cheeks, and weeping weakly, I should have been sitting there That's right.

That kind of life is right. For that kind of life, it ’s worth doing anything, even if you deviate from your original faith and accept the most painful spiritual baptism.

Long Qing stood in the morning light by the sea, standing between the smell of salted fish and the smell of sea breeze, unknowingly, not smelling, as if it was a soulless body, and suddenly he knelt down.

With a crackling sound, his knees crushed the struggling shrimp in the slime in front of him.

He looked at the small boat hundreds of feet away, and looked at the body of the Tsing Yi Taoist. He couldn't afford to kneel with his hands on his back, and his tears were silent on his face, trembling: "Please guide me."

The voice of Tsing Yi Taoist sounded again in his mind: "Follow me."

Long Qing, kneeling on the ground, was a little perplexed. He didn't know how to get close to the boat, or how to follow the back of the Tsing Yi Taoist on the boat.

When he raised his head, he found that he was no longer a fishing port, but a vast blue water. Seabirds fell into the sea from time to time, disturbing the morning light and the sea.

The back of Tsing Yi Taoist is only two steps away from him.

I don't know when, he has arrived on the boat.

Long Qing looked at the Tsing Yi Taoist standing at the bow of the ship, shocked and speechless.

When Yu Guang saw the picture on the ship's side, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

The South China Sea is much calmer than the East China Sea ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But the wind and waves are still extremely large, and ships that can travel in the South China Sea, regardless of size and craftsmanship, are very particular about the craft, and the ships used must be piled up in the shipyard for a long time before construction. , Allow the wind and rain to expose to the sun and relieve stress before using.

In other words, any ship wood is dead wood.

However, at the side of the boat, a peach blossomed.

The dead wood gives birth to a new peach.

It was a black peach flower, trembling slightly in the sea breeze, and the ink in the morning light was compelling.

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(Report some things to everyone. I have really had emotional problems in the past two days. I really ca n’t write. It ’s the only one. It ’s all my responsibility. I will reverse it as soon as possible. I can take a day off tomorrow. I will take care of the details and emotions, and then I must put pressure on myself. I will change three on Sunday and three on Monday. If it feels right, I hope that three more can last two more. God, bow to everyone.)

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