The Great Talisman

　　 Yang Sanyang was crying, he had the pain of being separated from Jesus, and he couldn't learn a divine text for 1,800 years. Now that he has passed most of his life, he still can't see the hope of longevity.

　　 The sad and desperate emotions that came from the Baolian Lantern were the last straw that overwhelmed his heart and completely broke his emotions.

　　 Yeah, that's the last straw!

The difficulty of longevity is beyond Yang Sanyang’s imagination. He prides himself on being higher than the sky. He thinks that with the knowledge of a world, as long as he steps on the path of spiritual practice, he can achieve something, but the cruel reality beat him severely. Slapped.

　　 Lingtai Fangcunshan hasn't made any progress for 1,500 years. Sitting here empty for 1,500 years, he has no hope of moving forward.

　　 He can't see his future!

　　 crying, howling, crying. The embarrassed voice reverberated between the heaven and the earth, making people who hear it sad.

　　 endured a thousand and five hundred years of distress, and suddenly let out a vent, which made people feel relieved. He endured this pressure in silence for too long, and his whole spirit was tense. He needed to release the pressure too much.

　　 It was too late to regret when things came, and he never discovered that the little monkey in the mountain was so important to him!

　　 Family or love? He can't tell.

　　 just felt the despair, unwillingness, and blessings that came in the dark, his heart was like a knife, and he had never felt so painful.

　　 "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I am incompetent! I missed the appointment!" Yang Sanyang muttered to himself, his body was constantly twitching, which was obviously an expression of excessive sadness.

　　 "You little monkey!" Daoxing sighed softly, looked at Yang Sanyang who was in a ball, sighed and flicked his fingers, and saw a flower in front of Yang Sanyang's eyes, and the brain went down in an instant, and the whole person was already drowsy and fell asleep.

"You can sleep peacefully for a night. I don't know what's going on to make you this optimistic little monkey so sad!" Dao Xing walked forward slowly, gently touched Yang Sanyang's hair, and sat quietly beside Yang Sanyang: "Could you be homesick too? I also miss home, I have been away from home for too long!"

One night later, Fang Cunshan’s bitter cry in Lingtai finally ceased. On the second day, the sun rose, and a ray of purple sunlight reflected on Yang Sanyang's body. Yang Sanyang moved his fingers slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the sun rising from the sky. Sit cross-legged, silent for a long time.

　　 "Little monkey, you are awake!" Daoxing grinned.

　　 Yang Sanyang turned around and took a look at Daoxing, forced an ugly smile, then turned his head to look at Dongsheng Sun, and he remained silent for a long time.

　　 Two lines of clear tears passed, but they were instantly evaporated by the scorching sun. Yang Sanyang rubbed his eyes and looked at the huge bluestone behind him. With a finger stretched out, the bluestone was cut open like tofu.

　　 "I'm sorry for the disk!"

　　 The font Iron Horse Jin Ge is full of the vigorous vigor of Fang Qiu, which is extraordinary.

　　 "What a strange symbol!" Daoxing looked at the blue stone with a pair of eyes, showing a thoughtful color.

　　 "Thank you!" Yang Sanyang didn't know how to listen and could not understand what he said. After making a gesture of thanks, he stood up and walked down the mountain.

　　 "Hey, where are you going?" Daoxing shouted from behind.

　　 did not respond to Daoxing's words, the back figure gradually disappeared into the clouds.

　　 Since that day, countless children of Fang Cunshan in Lingtai suddenly discovered that the cheerful and lively little monkey all day, suddenly quieted down, and was no longer as lively as before.

　　 As for what happened that night, it has become an eternal mystery! No one knows what happened that night.

　　 To be honest, he actually regrets a little bit. He shouldn't lend the heavenly clothes to Bai Ze, otherwise it would not be difficult to figure out Bai Ze's whereabouts based on his innate gossip power.

　　 Time was flowing bit by bit. When Yang Sanyang was fine, he began to make wine, secretly fired ceramics, and sealed a can of wine in the clear spring of the back mountain.

　　 Brewing is simply boring and want to pass the time. As for divine writing?

　　 He still chose to enlighten, and he would never give up until the end.

　　 In the spring and autumn of 1300 years, a little monkey sat in front of the shack at the edge of the road, looking at the ever-changing clouds and mist in the distance, staring blankly at the clouds and mist changing in the sky.

　　 His eyes began to lose the brilliance of the year and became a little muddy. His body has lost the agility of the year, and the hair is gradually falling off, losing the brilliance of the year.

　　 After a hand, Bai Ze had left him for 2,800 years in the Spring and Autumn Period. If he hadn't escaped and swallowed many monsters, he would have already turned into dry bones in the mountains.

　　 "The last two hundred years of life!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand and used gossip to calculate it again. He couldn't help feeling that he was a bit ridiculous when he had not left the tribe.

　　 How ambitious I was then, now it seems to be a joke.

"Go to his mother's divine writing!" Yang Sanyang suddenly threw the hand roll into the cave, then slowly stood up: "I have never lived for myself in my entire life! I have never really enjoyed this world, since Have never really felt the beauty of this world."

"Longevity is too vague. It has delayed me for three thousand years. I have never lived for myself in these three thousand years. Everything is for longevity!" Yang Sanyang flicked off the dust on his body, then turned and walked down the mountain: "Left In the next two hundred years, I want to truly enjoy life, the gods of the shit, the immortality of the shit, everything is illusory."

　　 The bonfire was raging, and chicken feathers were flying all over the sky. When Daoxing came to Houshan to look for Yang Sanyang to play, he saw the golden and crisp golden pheasant.

　　 "Guru~"

　　 Daoxing swallowed, and then hurriedly stepped forward: "You actually broke the precept of killing at Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai?"

　　 Ignoring Daoxing, Yang Sanyang carefully sprinkled various seasonings, then tore off a fragrant chicken leg and shook it in front of Daoxing's eyes: "Can you eat it?"

　　"Guru~" Daoxing swallowed, and then grabbed the chicken leg: "Anyway, it's not me who broke the vows. Why don't you eat delicious food now?"

　　 Daoxing devoured the food, and then continued to praise: "It turns out that golden pheasant is so delicious. I have never eaten such a fragrant delicacy. Even if my ancestor punishes me in the future, I will be willing."

　　 Daoxing’s eyes are straightened. As a man in the wilderness, how can he eat the delicacy of later generations?

　　The cooking skills of the Great Wilderness creatures only stopped in the realm of familiarity, and they were even far away from the word gourmet.

"The golden pheasant is so delicious. If it is replaced with the flying chicken raised by the four seniors, wouldn't it make people swallow the tongue?" Daoxing's eyes showed a flicker, and then looked for a hand at Yang Sanyang and pulled Yang Sanyang to the mountain. Walked between.

Dozens of flying chickens wandered leisurely in the mountains and forests, without noticing the crisis. Dao Xing pointed to the group of flying chickens: "Four brothers are in retreat. This flying chicken is a magical bird. After eating it, Big tonic! I just don’t know if you have the courage to do something against Flying Chicken."

　　 Yang Sanyang met Daoxing's provocative gaze, and gave the other person a roll of eyes: "You treat me as stupid!"

　　 Without a word, he turned around and left.

"Hey hey, don't go!" Daoxing hurriedly caught up: "I am waiting for the practitioners. Eating ordinary food will contaminate the body, and will naturally tame some monsters and spirits. I will tell you that it is the flying of brothers. The chicken, but it is reserved for the Daoyuan sister to deceive the Daoyuan sister’s affection, and if we take action, it will be regarded as a harm to the people. Besides, the boy is now in retreat, even if we eat the flying chicken, he can’t find it. Thief!"

　　 Two people have made gestures for thousands of years, but it is a bit dumb.

　　 Yang Sanyang curled his lips, but refused to believe the words of Taoism.

　　 "You boy, you are really rotten wood and cannot be carved!" Daoxing shook his head, then flung his sleeves and turned away.

　　 Looking at the back of Dao Xing, Yang Sanyang's eyes flickered, and a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That night

　　 A fishing rod appeared in Yang Sanyang's hand, and then quietly flicked, the hook flew out, and a flying chicken appeared from the void with a fierce complexion, staring at Yang Sanyang firmly.

　　 "click~"

　　 He broke the Feitianji's neck directly, then plucked the hair, opened his stomach, and raised the bonfire to start barbecue.

Dozens of flying chickens, the fruits of the four brothers raising for nearly three thousand years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ However, in just half a month, all fell into Yang Sanyang's belly. As for chicken bones and chicken feathers, they all became Houshan peach trees. Fertilizer.

　　 Not long after, Dao Xing rushed forward fiercely, looking at Yang Sanyang who was sleeping under the peach blossom tree, and angrily gestured: "Four brothers' flying chicken is gone, did you do it? You actually left me to eat alone?"

　　How smart is Yang Sanyang, how can he admit this kind of thing?

　　 shook his head! Aside from anything else, he shook his head firmly and did not hesitate to shirk: "It was definitely not me! Absolutely not!

　　 Yang Sanyang is not stupid, how can this kind of thing leave a handle?

　　 Even if it's Taoism, it's impossible!

Make an expression that you have wronged me. Daoxing's face was full of suspicion. After a while, he bowed his head and said: "This time things are very troublesome. I don't know that it is the **** chicken thief. The food is extinct, and even the breeding chickens have not been left. The fourth brothers will inevitably be furious when they leave the customs."

"I'm afraid this pot is going to be buckled on me. After all, Senior Brothers Yamanaka knows that it's not a day or two for me to covet the Flying Chicken of the Fourth Senior Brother!" Daoxing was speechless and cried first. He didn't even eat chicken feathers. Cauldron is simply unreasonable.

　　 "No! I'm going to retreat! I'm going to retreat! This pot must not be buckled on my head!" Daoxing said, turning away in a hurry.

He doubted Yang Sanyang, but he subconsciously doubted everyone. Later, thinking about that group of flying chickens became the climate, Yang Sanyang didn't know how to practice and couldn't catch the flying chickens at all, even if the flying chickens were in front of him, he Can't catch it either.

　　 Seeing Yang Sanyang deny, he had all the luck in his heart, but he couldn't find the chicken thief, so he could only walk back in a hurry.

　　 "This pot must never fall on one's own body!" Daoxing said to himself.