Great Blue Night Watchman

Luo Wuxin raised his tea cup: "Brother Lin wrote a poem handed down from ancient times that day. He was worried about the beach and said he was afraid. He was alone in the ocean and sighed alone. This made me very emotional."

Lin Su smiled slightly: "Why are you so touched by these two sentences?"

He had doubts about Luo Wuxin's words. Any poem has a poetic eye. The poetic eye of this poem is not these two sentences, but "No one has died since ancient times, leaving his loyal heart to illuminate history." "Everyone in the world, in the world, after all eternity, when anyone mentions this poem, the most touching thing should be the last two sentences, instead of saying fear on the beach, sighing alone in the ocean.

Even when Lin Su was writing, he hesitated whether to change Panpantan and Lingdingyang, because Wen Tianxiang had a special background when he wrote this poem. Panpantan and Lingdingyang were from another world. Special nouns would appear out of place if applied forcefully, but considering that this world also has treacherous shoals and lonely oceans, and has been given a special meaning by history, he did not change it and just took it over.

Unexpectedly, it was these two sentences that Luo Wuxin felt most deeply about.

Why?

"Because I was once a fearful guest on the beach, a lone traveler in the lonely ocean."

"Are you from Dajin?"

Luo Wuxin slowly raised his head and looked to the north: "If a person could choose his ancestral home, I would definitely not choose Dajin, but there is no choice in his ancestral home."

Lin Su smiled faintly: "You can't choose your ancestral home, but you don't need to choose your ancestral home. Even if your hometown has changed beyond recognition, the road is still under your feet after all."

"Yes, the road is still under your feet after all!" Luo Wuxin's eyes slowly fell: "Brother Lin, where is the road?"

"Perhaps I am really lucky that my hometown is still a touchable hometown at this moment. When I go there this time, it is my hometown!"

"Brother Lin is wrong! Haining is just your hometown at the moment, not your eternal hometown. People, there is only one real way back, and that is under the netherworld!"

Zhou Mei held the tea cup in her hand, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Although she was quietly sipping tea, she was also capturing all the mysteries in the words of the man in front of her.

As soon as these words came out, she heard a sense of crisis.

Hometown is only a temporary hometown, and there is only one destination for people, and that is death!

Everyone understands the truth, but when it comes from someone with unknown background, the warning is obvious.

Lin Su was very calm: "Brother Luo, what do you mean?"

Luo Wuxin said: "Brother Lin, doesn't it mean you still don't understand your situation?"

"What kind of situation?"

"Destiny!"

As soon as the word "destiny" came out, Lin Su's heart trembled...

The Tianming Dao Sect is said to be a Taoist sect. In fact, he and Bi Xuanji have already analyzed that the Tianming Dao Sect is not a Taoist sect. It is at least very different from Tianji, Tianxuan, and Tianque, which are Taoist sects in the traditional sense. Lin Su even suspected that the Tianming Taoist Sect is actually a Taoist sect. The executive body of the temple.

They can do things that the temple is inconvenient to do.

The only Tianming Dao Sect stronghold he knew was Tianyinfang.

The only person he has ever met who is related to the Tianming Dao Sect is Liu Tianyin.

Bi Xuanji searched for the roots of Tianming Daomen through the secret fragrance. Tianming Daomen kills people, and even gods cannot escape. Tianming kills people in three steps. The first step is to give you a life paper and tell you that you have been included in Tianming monitoring. .

In the second step, the life paper is stained with blood, which means you failed the assessment.

The third step, the life paper turns into a sword, the end!

The world has seen people who turned life paper into swords, and all of them died, without exception.

Even if it is a generation of literary circles, even if it is Yi Daoyuan Tian, ​​it is the same.

This high-end killing technique is rarely seen.

He saw it.

In the past, Liu Tianyin sang a tragic song about his homeland, telling him that you were the chief culprit of the troubles in the world. The reason was bullshit, but he took the bullshit seriously.

At the same time, he put a piece of paper under his teacup. This piece of paper had a secret grid of destiny patterns.

The second time I entered Tianyinfang, the petals of the Jieyu Flower were scattered on the life paper, forming a blood-stained life paper.

When the life paper is stained with blood, the next step is to turn the life paper into a sword.

Once you turn into a sword, your body will die and your path will disappear!

He didn't know if the Tianming Dao Sect would turn into a sword against him, but he was always on guard.

if……

Just say if...

If the Tianming Dao Sect is really the executive agency of the temple, the possibility of them transforming into swords is almost 100%.

Why?

Because after leaving Tianyinfang, he did something that went against the original intention of the temple, that is, he went to Bailu Academy and killed Ding Daye, the leader of Zhizhi Hall.

He went further and further on the road to confront the temple.

It’s time for the life paper to turn into a sword!

All of this was his interpretation of Luo Wuxin's "Destiny" in just a few moments.

Interpretation is complicated, but not complicated...

"Do you follow destiny?" Lin Su raised his eyes and looked at Luo Wuxin quietly.

Luo Wuxin smiled faintly and shook his head gently: "I don't adhere to destiny, but destiny follows me all the way!"

Lin Su was slightly startled...

Luo Wuxin said: "People in the world are mostly confused, and things in the world are even more foggy. I have a blue lamp that can tear away the fog for you and let you see clearly!"

He stretched out his hand gently, and there was an ancient bronze lamp in his hand. On the ancient bronze lamp, there were two words engraved on it: Ye Ying.

With a flick of his finger, the ancient lamp lit up.

Under the light, the water of the Yangtze River is reflected.

Ten miles away behind them, a boat appeared, a small boat. There was a woman on the boat, playing the Yao Qin, with an absolutely first-class elegance...

Lin Su's face was a bit ugly, because he recognized that the person on the boat was none other than Liu Tianyin.

She follows him!

Luo Wuxin said with a smile: "Brother Lin, destiny is not ordinary. It is very difficult for you to follow destiny. If you fight against destiny, you will fall into a new destiny. We meet today. I have no respect for Wuxin. How about I help you understand this destiny?"

His words were difficult to understand, but Lin Su understood them completely.

If Tianming is really the executive agency of the temple, it will be really difficult for him to handle.

Let them follow their destiny and kill him Lin Su on an assumed charge? How can it be? Why?

But, did Lin Su really kill her?

Once he takes this step, it will be a head-on challenge to the temple. Judging from the current situation, that is unwise! Because he knew nothing about the temple.

But Luo Wuxin suddenly proposed, I will solve this destiny for you!

"Brother Luo, why do you want to help me?" Lin Su said.

Luo Wuxin smiled softly: "I don't want to be so lonely in the world, okay?"

I don't want the world to be so lonely...

These words are as gentle as willows, these words are as ethereal as night, but why do they sound so domineering?

Lin Su smiled: "How does Brother Luo plan to solve this destiny?"

"A Yao Qin plays the shadow of the cold river, and we are old friends from now on!" Luo Wuxin chanted in a long voice, and when he held his hands together, an ancient Yao Qin next to him fell into his hands...

His hand caressed it gently, and the sound of the piano came out through the window, floating softly across the river...

The misty spring rain falling from the sky suddenly turned into heavy snow...

Snow falls under the sky, the Yangtze River turns into glaciers...

The people on the deck of the big ship felt the misty spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and suddenly froze, staring at the falling snowflakes on each other's shoulders, as if they had seen a ghost...

Countless people ran to the window and exclaimed...

"Why does it snow?"

"Who plays the piano in the snow?"

"This is a literary method! Oh my god, there is a literary master who can change the four seasons with a song..."

"Who can change the rules of heaven and earth and change the four seasons?" A literary scholar next door to them was shocked. Although in literature and art, one can change the four seasons with one song, but that is just a description. What really needs to be done is How can it be possible for ordinary people to turn spring into cold winter and let the Yangtze River, which is thousands of miles away, be filled with the scenery of the North?

Only the very best in the literary world!

On the small boat ten miles away, Liu Tianyin suddenly raised his head and stared at the big boat with a strange look in his eyes.

With a cry, an old figure fell beside her from far away. Staring at the thousands of miles of glaciers ahead, his expression changed drastically: "Hanjiang Lonely Shadow, Luo Wuxin!"

"It's him!" Liu Tianyin slowly said two words.

"What's the point of this?"

"This is to promote that he and Lin Su are on the same side!"

"The judgment of destiny is as heavy as Mount Tai. It's not like he doesn't know the weight of this matter. Why must he intervene in it?" The old man said every word with a gloomy face.

"Luo Wuxin really has intentions. Who can figure out what this person does?" Liu Tianyin said: "Today's first change has appeared. Cracks have appeared in the destiny. This action is postponed!"

On the river, there was heavy wind and snow, and the heavy snow in the sky prevented the small boat from moving forward. The small boat stopped in the middle of the river, and the big boat broke through the snow. The wind and waves turned, and the small boat was in the wind and snow, like a lonely shadow on the cold river...

In the small room, under the light, the boat was positioned on the spot...

Luo Wuxin made a light stroke with his hand, and the music of the piano stopped. A smile slowly appeared on his face: "Brother Lin, your destiny is temporarily relieved. You can embark on your journey back home. I, too, want to go back."

"Thank you, Brother Luo!" Lin Su cupped his hands.

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

The "Ye Ying" ancient lamp gently rotated and rose into the sky. Under the lamp, Luo Wuxin sat cross-legged. Next to him was Jun Yue. The two of them walked away in the wind and snow.

Lin Su stood in front of the window and looked away for a long time.

Zhou Mei stood on the other side, looking at Lin Su for a long time...

As soon as Lin Su's eyes fell, he saw Zhou Mei's eyes: "Today, are we overwhelmed by them?"

Lin Su: "What do you mean?"

"Jun Yue can see me, but I can't figure her out. She was crushed by her, and Luo Wuxin, a lonely shadow on the cold river, changed the world, leaving you, a literary master, with no chance to perform..."

Lin Su smiled: "That's it?"

Zhou Mei's lips curled up: "That's it? Why don't you take it seriously at all? You were crushed, and it was in your most magical field of music. I'm not willing to accept it for you. Please hurry up and sing a song." , give yourself a name..."

"Why do I think you just want to listen to the music?" Lin Su saw through her little trick at a glance.

"You once promised to sing me the most beautiful songs, songs that others have never heard. Look at how good they are to Jun Yue. He picks up the piano and plays it for Jun Yue anytime and anywhere. I have gone through life and death to help you. You do things, but you don't fulfill your promises. It's really annoying to compare people to each other..."

Lin Su was completely unable to resist a series of provocations...

"Okay, okay, can I sing for you? Speaking of which, the cold wind blows everywhere this person goes. I'm here to sing you a song to drive away the cold. What should I sing? I'm not a person who lives in the past. , I live in reality, so I will sing "Singing Songzhou in the Misty Rain"!"