Chapter 2 Fantasy Moon

'Senior, senior, what's wrong with you? What happened...'

Lin Jingyu rushed to Wan Jianyi's side, knelt down, and his hands trembled to help him up, but the place where he started was soft, and a chill rose from his heart. Lin Jingyu seemed to be in a bottomless ice cellar. Where he was at his tentacles, the old man did not have any bones intact.

'Who is it and who is it?' Lin Jingyu's voice was hoarse in an instant, his teeth bit his lips deeply, and his eyes bleeded in a blink of an eye, and even his eyes burst in anger and despair.

'Senior, senior...'

He shouted in a low voice, choked, and finally cried. He never knew that he would cry. In front of this desolate and weak old man, the despair of more than ten years ago seemed to have enveloped him again.

Wan Jianyi looked at the young man helplessly. He was so sad and desperate that it was impossible to decorate hypocritically. Maybe someone would really treat me. Wan Jianyi thought so in his heart.

His fingers moved, and then, as if he had been pitied by the gods, he raised his palm tremblingly.

Lin Jingyu's body shook. He grabbed his hand and said anxiously, 'Senior, senior, do you have anything to say? Who caused you like this? I, I will definitely avenge you. Who, who?'

Wan Jian's face became paler and paler, and even his breathing slowly lowered, but somehow, his eyes were brighter. He held the palm in Lin Jingyu's hand, and his fingers shook gently...

Lin Jingyu was stunned for a moment and looked down. In the palm of his hand, the old and weak finger, stained with blood, gently and scribbled out the stroke: 'Little...heart...'

Suddenly, behind Lin Jingyu, in the mist, the dark shadow flashed out, and Mr. Ghost's eyes were bright and stared at this side. Lin Jingyu turned his back to Mr. Ghost at this moment, and stared intently at Wan Jianyi's fingers, without feeling it at all. But Wan Jianyi saw that his eyes and Mr. Ghost's eyes touched each other silently in mid-air, as if it had passed a hundred years.

The vicissitudes of the past...

Wan Jian suddenly smiled, with a bloody smile, at Mr. Ghost, and then he shook his head.

Lin Jingyu waited for a long time, but he didn't see that Wan Jian continued to write. He looked up in astonishment, but saw that Wan Jian bent his head to the side, and he had been out of breath. Lin Jingyu's body shook, his hands trembled, and he looked at the face that had lost his life in disbelief. After a long time, he shouted: 'Senior...'

The cry came from the old man's body.

Mr. Ghost stood quietly behind him and stared at the old face of Wan Jianyi. After a long time, he quietly retreated and disappeared into the mist. In the distant wind, a faint sigh came.

The wolf howls down the mountain, sent with the wind, and the sharp and fierce roar kept ringing from the distance.

At the top of Qingyun Mountain, people's heads shrugged, and the people in the right path gathered on the Tongtian Peak. The people standing at the forefront of Daoxuan Zhenren, Puhong Shangren and Yun Yilan were all heavy-faced, frowned, and looked at the direction of Qingyun Mountain.

The faint fishy smell can be faintly smelled in the wind, which reminds people of the countless cruel and fierce beast demons at the foot of the mountain. No one knows what the result will be after this catastrophe?

In the square outside the Yuqing Hall, people's heads are towering, but there is silence, and everyone's face is solemn.

It is in this quiet moment, suddenly, a long roar rising to the sky in the distance, like a wolf howling, like a ghost crying, sharp breaking through the air, coming from afar.

Listening to the place where the sound sounded, it seemed to be still under the foot of the mountain, but the shrill came into the clouds, and everyone changed color for a moment. The shrilling sound echoed and turned a few times between the dangerous peaks of Baiyun, and then slowly lowered again. But at the moment when it could stop, under the foot of the mountain, all beasts roared in unison, and the countless roars rose to the sky, gathering like a mountain and a sea, changing the color of the heaven and the earth, rumbling.

The clouds scattered, the peaks stopped steeply, and a black gas rose from the foot of the mountain, getting bigger and denser, condensing in the sky opposite the Tongtian Peak until it blocked the sunlight. The black clouds are gradually floating in this fairyland.

I don't know who was the first to shout out. Everyone on the top of the mountain looked over. In the depths of the dark clouds, in the hunting wind, there was a teenager in conspicuous silk clothes standing with his hands behind his back, expressionless and watching the people of the mountain indifferently.

What kind of things are people in the eyes of heaven and earth?

He waved his hand gently, but his eyes seemed to pass through the mountain range.

At the foot of the mountain, all beasts roar, gusts of wind, screams, finally came...

As if he felt something, Gui Li paused for a moment, frowned slightly and turned around, looking in the direction of the front mountain of Tongtianfeng. He saw that the sky was dark and the wind was roaring. Although it was not very far away, it was completely different from the back mountain where he was.

The warm sun, falling from the sky, is falling on his skirt.

Gui Li slowly withdrew his eyes and subconsciously looked at his shoulder, but he didn't see Xiao Hui. This time, when he entered the Huanyue Cave, he did not come with Xiaohui. The danger was self-evident, and he was not sure. In the battle with the mysterious old man just now, although Mr. Ghost helped, he had an indescribable feeling for the old man in his heart. With thousands of years of history, Qingyunmen is indeed a place where dragons and crouching tigers are hidden.

Once upon a time, didn't you also be a part of it?

He squeezed his mouth indifferently and walked forward again.

The two sides of the path are the same as before. There are dense forests everywhere, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, and the vegetation is dense. Only this mountain path twists and turns and twists forward, leading to the unknown mystery.

In the depths of the woods, there is also a faint sound of crisp birds. It seems that the catastrophe in the front of the mountain has no impact on the place separated from the mountain. There is a calm atmosphere everywhere, and even in the air, there is a cold smell.

Gui Li's heart was originally a trace of tension. In such a quiet environment, he soon calmed down, so that when he looked up at the four words 'Fantasy Moon Cave' for the first time, he faced the world-famous land, but there was no strange expression on his face, as if he saw an ordinary one. The cave.

In fact, in front of him seems to be an ordinary cave.

The hole is half higher than that of ordinary people, about seven feet wide, and appears on a gentle hillside, next to it are green vines and thorns, and even a few branches hanging down the hole. The mountain wind is blowing, and the vines are gently shaking. And under the green vine, four words are engraved on the stone above the mouth of the cave:

Fantasy Moon Cave.

In addition to the meaning of these four words themselves, everything around them, including these handwriting, seems so ordinary. Is this the foundation of Qingyunmen for 2,000 years?

That volume has created countless talents and talents, including the unknown ancient scrolls of Qingyunzi and Qingye Master. Is it lying here quietly?

And the ancient sword that is famous all over the world!

The ghost looked at the four words quietly, and the handwriting that had gone through the years seemed to be staring at him in silence.

He didn't say anything or sigh. The next moment, he stepped in, as if he had stepped into the past years...

It was not as deep and long as I imagined. What appeared in front of me was just a simple and unpretentious stone room, and I could see all the decorations in the cave at a glance. Several stones were piled up in the corner of the wall, and there was a faint moss in the slightly wet corner of the wall. The only difference from the outside of the cave was that it was particularly quiet. When I walked into the cave, it seemed that everything suddenly became quiet, as if it was isolated from the outside.

He withdrew his eyes from the surroundings, and his fierce eyes finally fell on the stone wall facing the door of the cave. In the flat stone wall, there is a slate Taiji pattern, which is the only thing in this cave that can be related to Qingyunmen.

Gui Li took a deep breath, walked up, and stopped in front of the Tai Chi pattern. There are signs of damage in many places on the patch calendar on the Taiji map, which is obviously a thing that has a long time. Gui Li looked at this thing silently, and his mind slowly echoed what Mr. Ghost said not long ago.

The next moment, he gently put his hand on the Taiji pattern, and the faint blue light emanated from between his palms. Gui Li looked at the light in his hand with a blank face and felt the familiar smell of Taiji Xuanqing Road flowing from the meridians of his body, which used to belong to this mountain!

It seemed that the person who had been sleeping for a long time finally woke up. The calm in the stone room was suddenly broken by a distant sound, like the whole cave sighing gently. Something began to turn. Then, the Taiji map also lit up with a cyan light. At the same time, the Taiji pattern began to rotate.

Exactly one week after turning from left to right, there was a sudden 'stuck' sound in the stone wall, and everything stopped. Gui Li withdrew his arm and waited quietly.

A moment of silence disappeared in a blink of an eye, and there was a dull and rumbling sound in the cave. On the right side of the Taiji pattern, a ring-shaped crack suddenly appeared on the originally complete stone wall, and then slowly rotated to the side, revealing a secret hole. It's just that there is a strange thing in the shape of gray-white water mist hovering at the mouth of the cave. It looks like fog and water waves. It keeps spinning, and it is hazy inside, and it can't be seen at all.

Gui Li looked at the water mist, and Mr. Ghost still didn't lie to him after all. But in this mysterious water mist, who knows what it is?

He didn't hesitate, and even seemed to think too much, and strode in.

The water mist engulfed him, and the figure quickly disappeared, but this time the two stone walls quietly turned back, gently closed, and no longer showed any trace.

In a trance, in the haze, in the depths of the deep sky, there is a flash of lightning, piercing the darkness of the long night, turning into an extremely huge light sword from the sky, so dazzling that people can't face it and pierce straight into the deep heart.

Then, a strange moon with strange silver light rose in the dark sky, hanging high in the sky.

At that moment, there was a blank in my mind, and I forgot everything. Only my eyes were still staring forward, behind the white light.

It seemed to be a low and resentful voice. Someone was crying softly, but then a familiar voice laughed out, and a small voice 'wow' finally began to cry.

Somehow, he held his breath!

Inexplicably nervous, but the heartbeat is so fast. There seems to be wind in my ear, but I can't feel my own existence, as if I'm just a pair of eyes exploring and looking, and finally see...

That small village and a dilapidated grass temple behind the village.

'Have you been born?' A man's voice asked anxiously.

'It was born! Mother and son are safe, it's a boy!' There was a smile in the stable woman's voice and said loudly, 'Congratulations!'

'Ha ha, ha ha...' The honest man smiled, with some comfort and some happiness in his simple feelings. The next moment, he saw the crying boy, the child snuggling in the arms of his parents.

What's the name of

'? His father!' My mother was a little weak, but she still had a happy smile on her face after all.

The father thought for a moment and said, "We all don't recognize one big character. I want to say that the most learned person in the village is Mr. Lin, who teaches in the east of the village. There are children in the village. Isn't he all the names? Why don't we ask him to get one?"

The mother nodded, and the father went out. Not long after, he came in from outside the house with a smile on his face, took a note, and said, "Mr. Lin said that the most important thing for a family like us is to keep their duty safely and live a good life, so he took three words and wrote them on it.'

The mother said happily, "Oh, learned people are different. What's his name for our son?"

The father took the note to his mother's side with a rough hand, held his mother and the quiet sleeping child in his hand, lowered his voice, as if he had incomparable respect and love for these three words, and whispered:

'Zhang, Xiao, Fan...'

'Boom!'

There was a thunder in the sky, and it rained in the sky. His whole body suddenly trembled and gasped fiercely!

It rained outside the house, the sky was like ink, and the Qingyun Mountain in the distance was ferocious. In the sad wind and rain all over the sky, the father and mother hugged each other, with a smile on his peaceful face, looking at the child in his arms...

He wanted to shout loudly but couldn't make a sound. Thousands of words echoed in his mind, but in the end, it only turned into two words:

'Dad, Mom!'

The rain all over the sky seemed to fall on his face, which was cold and piercing.

The magic moon in the sky shines with a faint light.

'Bun!'

A stone flew from the sky, as if it had passed through the body and fell behind him. The sky became clear at some point. A group of children ran in the village, laughing and playing loudly.

The ordinary boy was running desperately in front of him. A boy, who was older than him, chased behind his back with a group of children, and shouted, "Zhang Xiaofan, stop if you have guts!"

The child in front of me said, 'Bah' and ran and said, 'You're an idiot!' Instead, it runs faster.

After chasing all the way, the children gradually approached the dilapidated grass temple at the east end of the village. From the outside, this small grass temple is dilapidated, and I don't know how many people have experienced.

Zhang Xiaofan was the first to rush in, and the group of children behind him also ran in. In the dilapidated grass temple, it seemed that there were children's voices.

He looked at it in a slod, and his mind suddenly became blank again, as if there was a trace of inexplicable fear, emanating from the place that had already been annihilated in his deep heart, covering his whole heart.

Step by step, another step, he quietly approached the grass temple, close to the nightmare that seemed to have disappeared a long time ago.

The older and more beautiful boy rode on Zhang Xiaofan's body with a proud face. He smiled and said, 'I caught him. Now you have nothing to say, don't you?'

Zhang Xiaofan turned his eyes and said, "It doesn't count. You plotted on me. How can you count it?"

The boy was stunned and said strangely, 'When did I plot with you?'

Zhang Xiaofan said, "Okay, Lin Jingyu, do you dare to say that you didn't put this door panel here?"

The child named Lin Jingyu shouted, "There's no such thing!"

Zhang Xiaofan squeezed his mouth, tilted his head, and looked resolutely not to surrender or give in.

Lin Jingyu started from his heart, grabbed his neck with one hand, and said angrily, "If you agree to catch it, you will admit defeat. Are you convinced?"

Zhang Xiaofan ignored it.

Lin Jingyu's face turned red, his hands were hard, and he shouted, "Are you convinced?"

Zhang Xiaofan's trachea was strangled by him, his breathing gradually became difficult, and his face began to turn red, but at a young age, he was extremely strong-acted and didn't say a word.

Lin Jingyu was getting more and more angry, and his hands were getting stronger and stronger. He said in a pile of voices: 'Are you convinced, are you convinced, are you convinced?'

I'm not convinced... I'm not convinced... The sound suddenly echoed in his mind like a mountain and a sea of upside down. The sadness that had been for many years surged into his heart in a pile of shouts.

Then, as if I had expected, and as if I was unprepared - the palm that quietly stretched out from the years, withered and full of wrinkles, so familiar, so kind, but once upon a time, it was so shocking, with boundless hatred!

The old monk, smiling, still stood in front of him with a once compassionate and kind smile. For a moment, his world was completely blank. Everything else, villages, children, and disputes, suddenly disappeared. Only the compassionate and peaceful old monk looked at himself with a smile, as if the picture that had never faded in the secluded years.

His whole body trembled, and an indescribable grief and indignation surged into his heart, and he couldn't help roaring up to the sky.

When did it get dark again in the sky?

There is wind and rain, falling quietly!