Chapter 1525： Tian Yan 49, people 遁 1

Somewhere, the waves are rolling, and the black clouds are covering the sky.

"It's going to wind up." An old man, wearing a Chinese-style squat coat, sat on a lounge chair outside the beach house, holding a teapot in his hand, talking to himself.

On the table, there is a letter. I don't know why, the wind is big, the envelope is not moving, and the corners are not blowing.

"Master, the weather is bad, go back to the city." A teenager whispered to him with respect and respect.

"Don't go back, I will calm down." The old man leaned back into the recliner.

He is small and dry, his eyes are white, like a blind person.

However, his eyes looked straight at the dark clouds at sea, as if he saw a round of gold through the dark clouds.

A little, he had some headaches. He pressed his hands on the temples on both sides, and his dry face was slightly stunned.

The teenager stood behind him, put his hands on the old man's temple, and began to help him pick it up.

The wind screamed, and the clothes on the boy hunted.

For a long time, the old man’s eyes closed slightly and sighed. He said: “There is still a day to bear the punishment.”

"Master..." The young man wants to stop talking.

"This is not a disease." The old man sneered: "Hospital, do you think they can cure me?"

The teenager is obviously not convinced, although he did not say it, but how can the change in strength of the hand be able to get through the old man.

"Two months ago, I opened my eyes to see the future of Song Master." The old man said: "When I saw the magical moment, I knew that the celestial plane was to be condemned. As a result, it was paralyzed. This is not a disease, not disease."

The voice of the old man is getting smaller and smaller, hidden in the sea breeze.

The young man’s mouth was slightly moving, but he still couldn’t stand it.

"What's the matter, you said it." The old man asked leisurely.

"Master, when you said the magic tire, you said that Song Mozhen will die." The teenager couldn't help but say: "But she is still alive, the mother and the child are safe."

"There are variables, Tianyan is forty-nine, and people are one of them. The one that counts is the one." The strength of the boy is moderate. According to the temple, the old man seems to be a little comfortable.

He said, he smiled slightly, picked up the teapot in his hand and took a sip at his mouth.

I don’t know if the boy is intentional or not, and the action is a little bigger.

Hot tea is sprinkled on the clothes.

"Slow down!" The old man is awkward, "when you are able to stand on your own feet like your master and two brothers!"

"Master, do you want to look at that person and take a look? Then, Song did not say it." The young man was straightforward, and glanced at the letter on the table, some anxiously said.

"Song Mok's point is not enough to see." The old man's finger gently clicked on the envelope on the table.

"But you just said that he is the one." Juvenile rebuttal.

"You see that the sea breeze is getting bigger and bigger, and I don't know if we will be delayed when we return to the city." The old man did not answer the question of the teenager, but said irrelevant words.

"It shouldn't be." Juvenile said: "The road is very good, as long as you don't take the coastal road, there is no problem."

"Yeah, as long as you don't go along the coast, there is no problem." The old man tasted tea and said with a faint faintness: "In fact, I am also curious. Who is it that saved Song Mozhen?"

"It is said to be a doctor in the Imperial Capital."

"This person is a life, it is a life." The old man said: "But it can be changed against the sky, but it is a big skill. You are not wrong to say it. It is not in the way to look at it. But cure it, hehe!"

The young man was delighted and said: "Master, your frequency of headaches is getting higher and higher. Go and have a look, what if you can cure it?"

"The spirit is too expensive. Do you think that it is so easy to look at the past and look forward to the future? You must have at least 30 years to do this step."

"If I look at it, I would rather not see it." The teenager muttered.

"Do you think that what you see is true? What you see is the real world." The old man said faintly.

Although the sound is small, it is like a morning bell and a drum. It is passed from the whistling sea breeze to the young boy's ear.

The clouds were overcast, the wind blew the waves, and several people were tall, and they screamed and patted them.

A flash of lightning cut through the sky, it seems that there is a hand on the back of the cloud, tearing the black curtain.

After a long time, the thunder roared and rolled.

"Let's go." The old man said with a teapot and said softly.

"Good!" The teenager quickly picked up two robes and put them on for the old man.

The letter did not know when it disappeared from the table.

"Master, do you want to book a ticket to the Imperial Capital?" The boy said eagerly.

"You." The old man smiled and said: "Do you know why I didn't go these days?"

"I don't know." Juvenile.

"After Song Mozhen gave birth to a magical tire, I have been restless." The old man put on his robes and walked on the beach. The teapot was held in his hand and his thumb was slightly rubbed.

"Every time you need to calm down in a big event." The old man walked in the rain and said: "I have been thinking for a few days, since Song Moh-hyun’s catastrophe can pass, why can’t I pass?”

"Well, Master is right." Juvenile.

"In fact, I know that this is impossible. But after all, I am curious and want to see the ‘one’.”

"Master, is he a secret machine?" The boy was a little embarrassed.

"I don't know." The old man shook his head with his hand Then I learned the sky and saw the real world. Will you not see anything? He whispered.

It seems that this question has been thought of many times in my heart. At this point, blurt out, the whole person is a lot easier.

"Not the same." The old man waved his hand and smiled: "Why do you want to see the real world? It is not enough."

"That's good, that's good." The teenager did not compete for strength, but touched his chest.

On the shore, a row of silver-gray SUVs have long waited for a long time.

The teenager opened the back door of the middle car and took off his coat and sat up.

"You are in contact with Chu Shishu, let's go and let's not bother." The old man shouted.

"Master, there will be no problem." The teenager is still worried about the accident.

"No." The old man said: "Look at it at a glance, what can be done. It is hidden in the world. In this world of flowers, the five colors are dazzling. Everyone is a blind man, who can see me. ”

"it is good."

The teenager promised quickly.

Outside the car window, the thunder of the roar, as if to the end of the world. A piece of lightning fell on the sea level, and the storm poured down.

The wiper is opened to the maximum and the field of view is blurred.

The car line was slow, and the team drove slowly into the city.

Through the window, the old man "looked" at the rain outside and the electric light that had been flashing. His eyes were white and his eyes were like needles. He looked at the strange.

And he sat quietly, watching quietly, stroking the teapot with his thumb. He seems to be thinking about something, and seems to be watching the wildness of this stormy night.

"Is that one? Take a look, or else it will not be noticed." The old man muttered to himself with a very low voice.