Chapter 150

Every time, it was an hour faster than before. After picking up the water, if it was time to tell a story, he would listen to the story, then meditate, and then pick up the water.

Half a year later, song Tianxuan had adapted to the gravity of the cliff and was able to walk normally on the Yangchang trail. He went to fetch water every night and came back in the morning just in time to tell a story. Then he meditated and gave the second style of Zhuxian gun a nice name, Tianliu.

The first power of the dragon and the elephant has been completed. Under the wind of the mountain, it becomes more and more solid. It is as thick as an elephant. When the dragon fist is wielded, the shadow of the blue fist flies out in an instant and hits the cliff, leaving a deep fist impression.

The beaver stayed with song Tianxuan every day.

"Beaver, why can't I understand Tao?" After hearing the story, song Tianxuan bowed his head and said to the beaver in his arms.

For a year, he has been walking like flying on the back mountain bridge wall, but he is still in a trance, unable to realize the Tao.

The beaver shook his head: "I don't know. It should be that time hasn't come yet. My grandfather said it's natural. How can I know what Tao is?"

The next day, the beaver got a fruit, which proved that she had learned the truth.

"Congratulations, beaver." Song Tianxuan looked at the graceful girl in front of him with a smile, enchanting eyes and charming posture.

"Big brother, you laugh at me again. I don't know the name of big brother. Big brother has read books. Please give me a name." As before, the beaver pounced on Song Tianxuan.

But song Tianxuan was a little embarrassed. He awkwardly righted the beaver and said solemnly, "now that you've transformed into a human figure, you can't fly into the arms of boys as you used to, do you know?"

"En," the beaver replied, but he put his arms around Song Tianxuan's waist.

Song Tianxuan was helpless for a while, but he couldn't bear to talk about her again and shook his head with a smile.

"Big brother, what's your name?"

"My name is song Tianxuan. It's very nice to call you Xiao Li. It's nice to hear and remember..."

"No, it's OK. The big brother's name is song Tianxuan, and the little beaver's name is song Tianxuan, just like the big brother's name."

"Er... The names can't be the same, or they can't be distinguished..."

"Then my name is... Xia Li. I also want to have the word Xia."

"Well..."

That night, song Tianxuan didn't go to fetch water. Tomorrow, Xiao Li will go down the mountain. He won't let go of it. Going down the mountain is to get rid of the demons. I don't know if he can come back.

Until the moon star is sparse, the beaver talks and sleeps deeply in Song Tianxuan's arms. He holds song Tianxuan's arms tightly with both hands and refuses to let go. Song Tianxuan changes a more comfortable posture and lets the beaver hold it all night.

The next day, Xiao Li left with a sachet left by song Tianxuan. He came to the sachet at the trade fair and wrote the word "Li" with a golden dragon pen.

The beaver took the sachet and didn't go to find song Tianxuan. She was afraid that she couldn't bear to... Song Tianxuan went to carry water as usual. The water never spilled half a drop, just like the six foot square pool, which would never be filled.

It's half a year again. There are a number of monsters coming, going, coming and going to listen to the story. Every monster knows that there is a boy with bronze skin. Every day, he rolls up his trouser legs, bares his upper body and carries water from the back mountain. On this day, song Tianxuan picks up the water, sits down in the orchard as usual, takes out two wild fruits from his trouser pocket and listens while eating.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly cried, "how long have you been here? How many stories have I told you? "

Song Tianxuan knew it was him. He got up, patted his pants, threw away the nuclear, and said with a smile, "today is two years. I can remember 99 stories when I listen to you, but I can't remember the rest."

"It's quite a lot. Ninety nine is an extreme number. No wonder you can't remember it." The old man laughed and touched his goatee. With a stroke of his hand, a silver stream appeared in the air.

"You go in. This is the river of time. I don't have your way here. This river of time is my last way. I stole it from the mirror at that time. I didn't even know it."

"Steal from the mirror?" Song Tianxuan asked in surprise.

The old man nodded and said with a smile: "yes, this dreamland is nothingness. Since it is nothingness, I have a way to steal it. I've practiced this skill for a long time, but today it's cheaper for you."

"Why do you want to take advantage of me?" Song Tianxuan asked.

As soon as the old man's expression stagnated, he immediately raised his head and said with a smile: "it's very simple, because there is no way that I can't pass, and it doesn't, so I must pass you a way to be willing, otherwise it will destroy me and its signboard."

"Very important?"

"It's important."

"I see. Thank you, master." Song Tianxuan bowed to the Tao.

"No, it owes you. I'll pay it back. If I see it in the future, I hope I can be merciful. It's not easy these years." The old man waved his hand and did not accept the gift of song Tianxuan.

Although song Tianxuan didn't know who the old man was talking about, he still nodded. It turned out that he knew his identity when he was there.

"I've covered the sky. There's not much time. Go quickly, or you'll be in trouble if you're seen by it." With a wave of the old man's hand, the dark clouds rolled in the whole sky, hiding the long river of time in it.

The old man stretched out a finger in his right hand and made a stroke towards the long river of time. The river split into a hole about ten feet wide, from which the essence scattered and disappeared.

Without hesitation, song Tianxuan stamped his foot and jumped into the river of time.

At the foot of the stars flow, all kinds of past and present life appear in front of him, he seems to turn into a drop of water, flowing slowly in the long river.

Song Tianxuan saw that he was in his infancy, and in the Dantian, Xuan Huangzhu was absorbing the aura of heaven and earth through him.

In front of him, just before he was born, song Tianxuan was suddenly excited. For the first time in two years, he was enthusiastic.

He saw a woman lying on the bed, sweating profusely. He saw a man taking over the baby with a kind smile. He wanted to see it, but he couldn't see it clearly. He knew that it was his parents. Suddenly, his eyes were blurred with tears. Song Tianxuan was desperate to wipe away his tears, and wanted to see it more clearly.

The heart is dripping blood, two generations of people, but for the first time to see their parents fuzzy face... "Ah..." Song Tianxuan cried out, legs a soft, kneeling in the void, tears from the cheek slip, into a little bit of starlight, do not know where to float.

He no longer opened his eyes, just knelt and lowered his head. The picture in his mind suddenly unfolded in front of him, like a grid. Each grid is a story, a life and a legend... "Slow down... I can't see it clearly..." Song Tianxuan murmured.

All of a sudden, the picture around him slowed down. In the long river, time passed by, and entered his body, becoming sluggish.