Chapter 204
Wen Shi raised his hand to pick up Dapeng, and when he walked past him, he patted him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Only then did Bu Ning come back to his senses, folded his sleeves and stood up, shook his head and said with a smile, "It's just that life in the mountains is so nice."
He was not very old at that time, but he often had a worried look, much more restrained and gentle than most people of his age.
Sometimes Zhong Si slobbered, and called him "old man" around, so agitated that he lifted his robe and kicked people, Zhong Si backed away and said, "You are just like a young man at this time."
So as soon as Bu Ning opened his mouth, they knew what was wrong when they heard it.
Zhuang Ye said, "What did you see in the future?"
Hearing that, he stopped, glanced at the top of the mountain, and asked, "Is it related to Songyun Mountain?"
Only Zhong Si opened his hands, hooked a senior brother and said, "Don't worry about so much, didn't the master say, always thinking about the future, good or bad, sorrow and joy, how can we live this day?"
When he rushed to the news, he said: "Let's go, senior brother invites you to drink - bah, no, drink tea. Just now I was just talking about it, I made a mistake, don't complain to the master."
After finishing speaking, he winked at Zhuang Ye and said, "Brother, you are responsible for paying the money."
Finally, he said to Bu Ning: "Daxian, why don't you figure out which one we go down the mountain today, so that we can save some money for tea?"
Then, Bu Ning laughed amidst the scolding voices, and didn't mention anything else.
Wen Shi looked at Zhou Xu who was sitting cross-legged in the formation, and suddenly wanted to see the senior brother who was always suffering from worries again, and wanted to ask him if he had seen something long ago and expected this scene today.
The moment this thought flashed, the ashes at Zhou Xu's feet were swept by the wind and fell into the ravine of the yin-yang fish. The golden light streaked across the gully like a stream of water. It was as if someone was drawing the outline of the yin-yang fish with a pen.
At the end of the painting, Zhou Xu, who had always lowered his head, suddenly moved.
He bowed down and rubbed his eyes with his palms, as if he woke up suddenly after sleeping for too many years.
Perhaps it was after the scroll was burnt to ashes, a phantom of the old days covered his body. He was dressed in a sky-blue gown, and his long hair was tied up in a bun with wooden branches folded from the mountain. The ink was spread on the thin shoulders, and even the outline of the face had changed.
Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin who were kneeling on the ground were already stunned.
They subconsciously called out "Xiaoxu", and the people sitting cross-legged in the formation glanced at where the sound came from.
He wasn't fully awake yet, and he wasn't used to the light coming in from the cave. So he squinted his eyes halfway, his expression was somewhat bewildered and dazed.
But even so, he couldn't hide his indifference and quietness.
With just one eye movement, the temperament is completely different.
If they were not willing to believe it before, they felt that the young man they watched and grew up was so different from the ancestors of formations like Bu Ning, that it was impossible to have anything to do with it. Now I have believed it seven or eight points.
After all, Zhou Xu at this moment is really... very unlike Zhou Xu.
He is like a mountain traveler who has been avoiding the world for a long time. After sleeping for a thousand years, he wakes up from a big dream at this moment.
It was Wen Shi and Xie Wen who really pulled him out of his daze.
Zhou Xu... Or Bu Ning looked up at Wen Shi and Xie Wen, the look of astonishment flashed past, and more of it was emotion.
At that moment, his eyes were filled with so many things that for a certain moment, they were even wet, containing the light from the cave.
He frowned and raised his head, tried to blink a few times, and then smiled lightly.
But that laughter sounds like a sigh, and a sigh is a thousand years.
He stood up from the ground, and under the effect of phantom, his stature seemed to be a little taller. Facing Xie Wen, he bent down respectfully, made a long bow, and called out: "Master..."
His voice was very hoarse, with a bit of Zhou Xu's shadow, and it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, too many words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know where to start.
He paused, thought for a long time, and finally sighed: "A thousand years... seems like a whole dream."
Looking at his figure when I heard it, my voice suddenly became hoarse.
After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Have you been guarded here?"
Bu Ning still didn't get up, his voice was a bit muffled. When I heard it, I knew that the eyes of this sentimental senior brother should have been red, so he didn't dare to get up.
After a long time, Bu Ning said: "It's not guarding, we've always been here."
"You guys?" Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xie Wen suddenly, and asked him again: "What do you mean? You mean..."
"There are also Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye, both here." Bu Ning said, "I left this formation back then because I suddenly felt that there might be a scene of old friends reuniting after a thousand years. I didn't expect..."
I didn't expect such a scene to happen. I don't know whether to say it's unfortunate or fortunate.
When he was young and ignorant, he was often complacent about his natural psychic physique, thinking that it was a gift from God, which meant that he was a very special one among all living beings, that he could accomplish great things, be a great leader, and leave a legacy in history.
But later, he discovered that this did not seem to be a gift, at least not simply a gift.
It is said that all actions are impermanent and all leaks are suffering. Probably few people will experience it earlier and deeper than him.
When he was young, he hadn't learned how to close his spiritual orifice, and he would often see the disaster that the other person had not arrived when he was talking to him.