Chapter 12 Death

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the pine waves are undulating, and the sky and the earth are wide. Jingwu controls the black rainbow, carrying Bailang and skeletons in the southern sky, crossed the sky and disappeared in the distance.

This black rainbow is like jade and stone, shining strangely, unusually hard and able to change in size. It seems to be a very great magic weapon in Jingwu's hands.

Bai Lang stood on the black rainbow. At the beginning, he was still full of interest and excitement. He kept looking around and even secretly chop it with a palm knife. As a result, except for the redness and swelling of the shaking palm, the black rainbow was not unusual at all, which made the skull Nantian's mouth and stroking his palms and laughing.

The three people flew in the air. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. For several days, they have been looking around on the deep mountains and old forests. Only when they see the mountains are stacked, Lin Haitao, and there is no human smoke. Only when they rest can they fall on the top of the mountain and eat some food.

In a few days, Jingwu either closed his eyes and meditated every day, or quietly looked at the north. He looked cold and didn't know what he was thinking. On the contrary, Bai Lang and Nantian became more and more familiar. At first, Bai Lang was still a little afraid of this skeleton. Later, he found that the skeleton was also quite interesting, so he let it go. After a few days, he was like an old friend who had known for many years.

So I can often see that in mid-air, one person and a skeleton danced, compared with each other, and chatted happily. When talking about happiness, the two hooked up shoulder to shoulder and were not friendly.

If Xiaoyun saw this scene, would he be scared to shout? Every time Bai Lang thought about this, his heart sank, as if there was something pressing on his heart and it was difficult to move away.

The sky and the earth are long and boundless. The black rainbow is like lightning, constantly heading north, and I don't know how far the clouds are from the mountains!

Father, mother, Xiaoyun... Bai Lang suddenly gave birth to a little desolation and thought silently in his heart.

The three of them had their own thoughts and walked for a few more days. During this period, they actually met several popular towns. They just looked at the clothes of the local people, but they were very different from Bai Lang's hometown. Bai Lang also knew that his home had been far away and it was difficult to go back!

Because Nantian was a skeleton, they only stopped in the town for a while and left in a hurry.

On this day, Bai Lang stood on the black rainbow and looked at the sea of clouds below, and the sky and the sky were insicent. He was like a fairy in the wind and clouds. He couldn't help but feel good. He stroked his palm and praised, "It's beautiful and magnificent. Good men should walk all over the mountains and rivers of the world!"

"Hmm!" A cold voice came from behind, "Walking all over the world? With your little ability, I'm afraid you can't even get out of this barren forest!"

Bai Lang stagnated when he heard the words and didn't know what to say. Jing Wu continued, "If you follow me, you will naturally not treat you badly. From today on, I will pass on the Tao Te Ching to you!"

"The Tao Te Ching?!" Bai Lang exclaimed, looked puzzled, and looked at Jingwu strangely.

Jingwu was also shocked and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that you already know it?" He thought that this boy had been inherited from Buddhism. Did he even learn the Taoist classics?

Bai Lang's face was more puzzled. He hesitated for a long time and said timidly, "I have studied four books and five classics since I was a child, and this great sage's Tao Te Ching is also involved!" It's just that when he said it, he was also in a panic. When did the Taoist classics also become true skills?

Jing Wu was stunned, and the corners of his mouth were **. He seemed to forcibly suppress his smile and said strangely, "This sutra is not the other scripture. Your moral scripture has its own name. Can you understand the road and seek for long life!"

Bai Lang's face turned slightly red by what he said, and Jing Wu said slowly: "This moral scripture has been passed down from ancient times. It has been too far away for a long time. Even so, the world is large and there are thousands of sects. In the final analysis, most of the skills he has practiced from this and are inextricably linked to it!"

Bai Lang was shocked and praised, "Who can create such a classic and inherit the classics of the ages? It's really amazing!"

"Non-human creation!" Jingwu stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the distance, and walked leisurely.

"What?!" Bai Lang was surprised and his eyes were full of surprise.

Jing Wu took a look at Bai Lang and seemed to be quite satisfied with his surprised reaction. A trace of joke flashed in his eyes, and then turned his head and said, "In ancient times, in the world of famine, the human race had not yet been enlightened and ignorant. How could it create this skill to peep into the heavenly way! It is said that this skill was handed down by the ancient gods and has been passed down from generation to generation to now!"

"But!" Jingwu paused and said, "After all, it has been too long. This skill has been passed down to this day, and it is difficult to find. There are only fragments left. What I have mastered is also incomplete!"

Bai Lang glanced at Jingwu and muttered in a low voice, "I was shocked. I thought you kept the whole book here?"

Jing Wu's eyes are smart. He had already heard Bai Lang's muttering. Suddenly, he looked a little embarrassed and scolded angrily, "What do you know? Even if it's just a remnant, I don't know how many talented people are difficult to see it all their lives. One or two of the ten you can understand is why it difficult to establish a sect!"

Bai Lang was silent. For a long time, he suddenly raised his eyes and was slightly surprised. He glanced back and forth in Jingwu's eyes. In the past few days, although Jingwu looked cold to himself, he was not as violent and vicious as imagined. Bai Lang was easy-going. Only when he was so, he gradually became bold and let go of his words and deeds.

"What are you looking at?" Jing Wu frowned and asked. He was stared at by Bai Lang's eyes. Even though his temperament was cold and he was too lazy to pay attention to it, he also felt a little unnatural at this time.

"Cough!" Bai Lang coughed dryly, waved his hand and smiled and said, "Nothing, I'm just curious. Are you not a demon? Why are you practicing the authentic Taoist skills? I originally thought that you must have practiced some evil skills such as blood and soul-eating and ghost crying!"

Jing Wu was stunned at first when he heard the words, and then somehow he suddenly laughed and said, "It's true that I am a demon, and it's true that I practice the authentic skills of Xuanmen. Speaking of it, Laozi's master is also a righteous giant!" Haha!"

When Bai Lang saw that he laughed wildly and looked arrogant, he only said that he deliberately said so and made fun of himself. At present, he just smiled and did not respond. However, Jingwu smiled for a while, but his tone gradually lowered, even a little lonely. Finally, he finally stopped his laughter and took a deep breath, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes: "Master, hey, master!"

He waved his sleeves fiercely, and the black rainbow became brighter and brighter. The speed suddenly accelerated and rushed into a cloud in the distance.

This journey actually took more than three months, the vast desert, boundless lakes, all kinds of scenes, thousands of rare beasts, which opened Bai Lang's eyes. When he had nothing to do, he was interested, and also told Bai Lang some customs and feelings, which made Bai Lang Surprising.

In the evening, the sunset is as brilliant as fire, spreading on the river, half of the river.

The three landed by the river. The river was vast, and the faint steam was hazy, winding between a high mountain, running eastward, and the sound of rumbling water echoed in the mountains, getting louder and louder.

The sunset is lonely, dragging the figure of the three people very long. The evening wind gusts. These days, with whom do you practice, famous teachers guide, the white Taoism can be said to have made rapid progress, long been not afraid of the cold and heat, but when the cool wind blows, it still seems to be a trace of coolness, refreshing into the heart.

Jingwu has been a little excited since he entered this long-long primitive forest. At this time, after landing, his hands trembled slightly. He did not say anything and walked towards a valley step by step.

The skeleton is usually the most active. Today, somehow, it didn't go out to look for fierce beasts, but quietly followed Jingwu and slowly walked into the depths of the dense forest.

Bai Lang's heart was strange. Zhang Le opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He stood by the river and thought about it, and silently followed them.

In the old forest, the trees are towering, covering the sky and the sun, and the sunset is drooping in the west. After entering the forest, it is even more dark and strange. The old vines and miscellaneous trees stand in front of them, and there is almost no way to go.

I saw the skeleton holding a three-eared tripod in Nantian, which was full of ancient meaning and painted with strange and simple lines. He waved his hand, and the bones clicked and controlled it out of thin air. The treasure tripod was shining brightly and long in the wind, whistling forward. Wherever they passed, the originally rough ancient trees and vibrant vegetation were actually disappeared. Scattered and turned into dust, a road was opened up so rigidly. Bai Lang followed him and was surprised and happy. He didn't expect Nantian to be so powerful.

In the primitive forest, there are no interpersonal relationships. There have always been many wild beasts, and most of them are violent. Bai Lang has been eating and sleeping all the way before, but he really understands that he even almost suffered great losses several times. But today is already evening. It is the time for beasts to haunt. At this moment, the deep and unpredictable black forest is particularly quiet. There is a sound.

The three walked forward silently, and the shadows of the branches swayed, dim, like ghosts, stepping on the dead branches, and occasionally burst out a soft sound, echoing gently in the silent forest.

After about three miles, the peak turned around. The three of them came to a valley and saw that their eyes were brilliant and the cave was unique. Bai Lang was stunned by this situation!

I can only see the grass and jade trees, shining spots, strange flowers and plants, vibrant, and the air is full of intoxicating fragrance, which is intoxicating.

Although this primitive forest is close to the northern wilderness, it is difficult to reach and vast. I don't know how many rare spiritual grasses have grown in thousands of years, but along the way, I have never met such a vibrant and blessed place with hundreds of herbs.

However, Jingwu's face suddenly sank and kept changing. A sense of sadness flowed from his eyes, and he slowly walked in.

"Ah!"

Bai Lang seemed to touch something under his feet. He lowered his head, separated the weeds, and a nearly rotten skull rolled aside. At this time, his big mouth opened, empty and indescribably ferocious.

Jing Wu looked back without any expression and turned his head again.

Bai Lang felt very strange. The more he walked in, the more frightened he became. He walked a few miles in. Along the way, there were bones all over the ground, covered by deep vegetation. I don't know how many years he has passed, and most of them are rotten and difficult to distinguish. There are even several animal corpses, which are extremely huge, revealing strange on the vegetation. In a corner, the breeze blows, and the timelooms.

"What the hell is this place? What happened?" Bai Lang caught up with Jingwu and asked.

"Here?" Jingwu suddenly stopped walking. He looked up, but the two lines of tears still slipped silently. He was sad and unspeakable. He said in an astringent voice, "This is the place where my son's soul died!"