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

　　 He knew he was still alive, but he couldn't tear through the darkness and let his mind return to his body.

　　 is like a person living on a desert island, but the surrounding area is not the sea.

　　 Quan Hongming clearly realized that leaving the island is death.

　　 Once, in his impression, he was standing on a small hill, the sky was dim and gloomy, and the earthy hills under his feet were the color of yellow wheat ears in autumn, and the hills stood on a terrible brown-black plain.

　　 There are withered and twisted black trees everywhere, weird rocks are scattered all over, the earth is covered with thin fish-scale cracks, they flicker slightly, like countless eyeholes, piercing vicious light. The plain seemed to be engraved with death.

　　 Quan Hongming tried countless times to cross the wasteland. He wanted to go to another mountain on the horizon to see, maybe there was a turning point.

　　 But he failed countless times.

Walking 10,000 steps forward, he can’t get a little closer to the mountain, and the horrible atmosphere that permeates the plain makes his body undergo a lot of abnormal changes. His back is full of small white baby arms. These arms Hugging each other tightly, like his back shell; his cheeks protruded with many white fangs, totaling three groups, very symmetrical, like the snout of an ancient giant beast reborn on his face; blood is unknown. When it becomes hot and full of poisonous, sometimes, after the skin is corroded and ulcerated by poisonous blood, these black blood will ooze out. They are as heavy as mercury, and they gather on the wound and become howling faces. Lifelike, like countless souls possessed.

　　 He felt terrified, turned around, and returned to Tushan as soon as he took a step.

　　 Persistence is difficult, but giving up is so easy.

　　 After repeated attempts and no results, he let himself go to death on the mountain.

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

　　 His hard roar broke his skin, and blood flowed freely on the mountain, pouring the golden soil and turning it into a tragic red.

　　 He doesn't care anymore.

　　Sometimes, the terror under the plain spread.

　　The sky and the earth are corroded by darkness.

　　 Very strange, Quan Hongming is willing to use corrosion to describe this replacement.

　　Darkness replaces light because of the sunset, and when the sun rises, there will be light all over the world.

　　 But the night here is eternal, and the day will never be there again.

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

　　Only this mountain is emitting a **** red light.

　　Life is like an island in the dark.

　　……

　　Ning Baiyi's life may be more monotonous than Lu Zhengkang.

　　 In addition to daily chores, all she has to do is use acupuncture to stabilize Quan Hongming's breath, and then delve into the cure method.

　　In the vast medical skills all day long, she will go to the bamboo forest to relax and play a song only in the dead of night.

　　 This is her only entertainment and pastime of the day. It is the time when she is most relaxed and the most carefree.

　　 Until I met that weird man, his face was watery, he was funny, and he added a witty yellow to the elegant and white music memories.

　　 Ning Baiyi actually knew why he would cry.

　　 There are only two factions in the rivers and lakes that are famous for their magic sounds, one is the Jingnanxuan female faction, and the other is Baihuagu.

　　 Xuan female sent the magic sound to be upright, agitating the sound waves with internal force, bursting out a heart-stimulating blow, and the heart of the middle one was broken.

　　 And Baihuagu Moyin is good at being confused, making the mind secretly hurt, and the person who hears it is like falling into a dream, suddenly the time of death has come.

　　 In order to fascinate the audience, the musician needs to have a very high comprehension of the piano technique and a talent for martial arts.

　　 Only with the imperial voice of God can empathy and chaos.

　　Ning Baiyi can do it naturally.

　　 Her emotions can be conveyed through the sound of the piano, but she was actually quite happy that night. People who heard the music should also be smiling, but Mo Yun actually burst into tears.

　　 Is it really the wind and sand that has been lost?

　　 No matter what, Ning Baiyi now becomes more cautious when playing the piano, for fear that it will affect others.

　　 In the dark bamboo forest, on a clearing full of fallen leaves, there is a mat, a piano stand, a piano and an incense burner on the stand.

　　 The sparse stars and moon only illuminate the strings, shining like silver bridges, and turbulent like thick clouds.

　　 Ning Baiyi was sitting at the table, slender **** the cloud by coincidence.

　　 She warned herself not to play arrogantly, but when she reached the place of love, she still forgets me, the soft and comfortable sound of the piano shining on the earth, and the birds flew away.

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

　　 After the end of the song, Ning Baiyi cleaned up the piano table while the man quietly left.

　　……

　　 Lu Zhengkang’s fortune-telling stall has a competitor.

　　 is a Taoist sent from Shandong Ranshan.

　　East Avenue stretches for two miles, and it can be used for eight double carriages without being crowded. Such a big place, and that **** Kunqing Taoist priest must set up a stall three feet away from Lu Zhengkang, and it is also a fortune-telling stall!

　　 I grabbed business and got money in my pocket. This is!

　　 I hate this thief and the bird in a dog-like celestial master's cloak that looks like that.

　　 It is even more hateful that these mortals do not know the true bodhisattvas in the world, and they even went to the thief and Taoist priest to tell their fortunes.

　　Lu Zhengkang's side, with a stern face, every day he settled down and left after three hexagrams.

　　 Finally, he came early, and he is quite famous for his fortune. There are still many customers who visit business every day.

　　 However, he let go of this robbing business, but Kun Qing did not intend to let him go.

　　The reason is actually very simple. Kun Qing is now a member of Qike Villa, a member of Quanfu. He has to consider Lu Zhengkang for Quanfu.

　　 It turns out that the Ranshan Taoist priests were born into the world. They were born into the world to cultivate the Tao and refine qi, and when they entered the world, they traveled to study the world. Kunqing is the member of the world.

　　Any tourist with a world-minded mind will never miss the capital, and those strangers who have no ambitions but lack capital know that the people of Quanfu have the style of Mengchang, so it is a good choice to come to Beijing and go to Quanfu.

　　Kunqing naturally wanted to obtain some precious treasures from Quanfu to help his practice, so he rushed to the capital when he got off the mountain.

　　 In order to take the initiative, he shouldn't go to the Quan Palace person, but his ability should be discovered by the Quan Palace person, and then invited him to be a guest.

　　 Of course he succeeded.

On the first day when he came to the capital, he fought with hundreds of colleagues to learn and compete, which squeezed their business. He was so talented and magnificent that everyone who witnessed that day was amazed~www.ltnovel.com~ until now. Rumors of "mad Taoist priests" are still circulating on the street.

　　 Kunqing's arrogance naturally has capital, and even for a person like him, this is not even arrogant.

　　The descendants of the three sects of Ranshan Sect are equivalent to the eighteen arhats of Shaolin. Who dares to bear hatred?

　　As a non-staff member of the Power House, Kun Qing is still very noble, and this time he is also entrusted by others to try what this new monk is capable of.

　　 "Hey! That little monk, why don't you count more?"

　　 The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest walked to Lu Zhengkang's stall, like a leading yellow chicken with his head up, surrounded by the fortune-telling chickens behind him.

　　 Lu Zhengkang shook his head and shook his head, "There are not many hexagrams, but in the essence, one more hexagram is a discount!" He was ironic of Kun Qing's wholesale approach.

　　 The chicks are chirping, and a big excitement is about to begin, just like it is raining rice in the sky, and it will immediately fill the intestines of these spiritually empty people.

Kun Qing let out a joyous cry, shaking his comb, as if he was a chicken king provoked by young offspring, "Little monk, I am afraid that you are not able to calculate more. It is better to compare, if anyone wins, the business belongs to him. , If you lose, you will hit the stall immediately!"

Lu Zhengkang squinted, as if he saw the cricket tug-of-war with an elephant, "Bet on what you can do with just this little color, or strip your clothes off if you don’t lose, and run around Beijing East Street. What do you think? ?"

　　Hu——

　　 The crowd is boiling!

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