Legend of the Great Saint

“Not much.” Ink answered seamlessly, looking at Li Qingshan with no eyes, "Have we met somewhere? ”

His eyes, though devoid of pupils, differed from the dead whites of the blind, and more like the whites in the painting, containing an infinite and far-reaching space that reflected everything in the world.

Li Qingshan suddenly had a feeling of nakedness and shapelessness under the ice and snow. Those blank eyes, through his body and soul, were searching for something. His near-instinct prompted "Turtle Town Tips" to quench this feeling. He laughed: "Should be no, otherwise I would be impressed! ”

Although Li Qingshan had a guess, he didn't dare to confirm it. After all, that guess was amazing. How could it be such a coincidence? And it doesn't feel the same way.

“Should be." Ink seamless.

At some point, the crane and qin tone calmed down, only the heavy snow fell, and the two men looked at each other, confirming a certain suspicion in their hearts. Although they all found this suspicion to be somewhat incredible, there was a very subtle feeling.

The line of destiny that once broke, at this moment, began to haunt again.

“My master has been hidden for many years, Qingshan you don't know is normal. ”

Qian Danqing felt the atmosphere was different, while playing a round field, and took over the red umbrella in Ink's seamless hand and welcomed him into the pavilion.

“Did Murdoch ever hear my name?” Li Qingshan turned back and sat down. Unconsciously, he was no longer commensurate with his predecessors.

“Li Qingshan, is a good name.” Ink also sat seamlessly, with long clothes and sleeves tumbling down and long hair almost dropping to the floor.

“Aoyama, I didn't mention you much to Master!” Danqing tried to defuse the atmosphere.

“I also think it's a good name, why bury a bone in a mulberry, where life is not green mountain.” Li Qingshan moaned.

“Good poetry.” The ink seemed a little surprised.

“Aoyama, I didn't know your name originated from here!” Qingdao, Qingdan.

“Don't know the word 'incognito', from that poem again?” Li Qingshan plays the barrel.

“It's nothing but a pseudonym, no poetry!” Ink seamless.

“That's a shame.” Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed. Is it a pseudonym or a pseudonym?

Suddenly: “I think of a poem. People seem to believe in Qiu Hung. Things like Spring Dream are seamless! ”

“It seemed that Qiu Hung had received a letter, and things were as seamless as Spring Dream.” Ink whispered silently, as if immersed in a poem.

“Qingshan, don't be a big poet for many years. It's disrespectful that you didn't just make big progress. ”

Qing Dan was surprised that Li Qingshan had nothing to do with the word "Wen Ya” in his impression. Why did he suddenly change his temperament today, and Master was also a bit unusual.

“Don't forget, I'm a novelist.” Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said seamlessly to Ink: “The first time we met, we didn't prepare any gifts, so give this poem to Daoyou as a gift, and it's not worth drinking this glass of Tanqing wine! ”

“You have a very elegant gift.” Danqing smiled, but listened to Ink without a trace: “No!” He couldn't help but look at Li Qingshan with anxiety.

“Why not?” Li Qingshan didn't have any angry unexpected colors. He slowly tasted the wine.

“Poetry is a good poem, but the text is wrong. There is neither Autumn Hung nor Spring Dream at this time.” Ink looked seamlessly into the snow outside the pavilion.

“That's true.” Li Qingshan walked to the pavilion and thought about it, "how about this song? Thousands of mountain birds fly away, all walkers disappear, lonely boat Kasao, fishing alone for cold rivers and snow. ”

“Good poem!” Qingdanqing praised: “Qingshan, I can't see you have such a culture! ”

“Thank you!” Li Qingshan smiled.

“Wen is right about the subject, but it has nothing to do with ‘incognito’. ”

Ink silently silenced for a moment, but then said no. It made Danqing confused for a while. I didn't know Master suddenly became so picky, as if he wanted to find Li Qingshan's trouble.

“Ben won't leave no trace, no trace of what he said or did. Even those things that you think you've erased may one day jump back out.” Li Qingshan means a long way.

“If you can erase it once, you can erase it twice, it doesn't matter.” Innocent words turned: “I do have a gift for you, I don't know if you want to cut love. ”

“What does Daoist want to take? Come on!” Li Qingshan opened his arms.

“The Three Books. ”

Li Qingshan's eyes glistened and he couldn't help but look at Qingdanqing.

“Sorry, Aoyama, Master asked when healing my wounds...”

Qian Danqing apologized that when he met Ink in the past, he had not yet fully recovered the wounds left by the Three Books. Ink not only healed his wounds, but also showed extraordinary and vulgar art, so that he made up his mind to worship them.

“It's all right, it's all a small matter! ”

Li Qingshan did not think that he and Zhu Danqing were just friends, which was worse than the apprenticeship relationship, and Zhu Danqing always respected the teacher, and naturally would not deceive his master. And he even revealed the Huo Yuan in his hand, and he didn't care about this little volume of The Three Books.

“But unfortunately, I don't have this book, and I won't give it to anyone else. ”

“Where did you get it?” Mo seamlessly asked where the Trinity Book had gone, but only where it had come from. Li Qingshan more and more confirmed his assumptions, and said: “A good friend sent it. ”

“What was the name of your good friend? ”

“North Moon!” Li Qingshan nodded slightly, his eyebrows darkened and his eyes stared at the ink in front of him.

“Is it the North Moon in Misty State that was killed by the King of the Ink Dragon?” Qingdan Qingqing was surprised. He stumbled and his subconscious glanced at Ink seamlessly.

Li Qingshan became more popular and asked: “Do you know this good friend of mine? ”

“Acknowledgement." The ink doesn't hide anything.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed, laughing to break the silence. If you don't try again, press your hands on the stone table, lean forward, and force you to look at Ink seamlessly. “Is Daoyou the king of Ink Hailong? ”

“Exactly.” The ink seemlessly faded.

“Master...”

Qian Danqing was somewhat stunned. In fact, after so many years of living together, he had already implicitly guessed the incognito identity of Ink. None of the great monks in the world was an anonymous generation, but since the master did not say, he could not be over-explored as a disciple.

“I don't know what the North Moon word is. What poem is it from?” Ink seamless asked.

“It's nothing but a pseudonym, no poetry!” Li Qingshan raised a barrel of wine and a pair of eyes suddenly turned red, staring at the ink seamlessly, “North Moon to the Dragon King! ”

Suddenly a pair of pitch black eyes appeared in the blank eyes of the ink. It was not the eyes of man, but the eyes of the infinite majesty of dragons. The eyes were empty and full of life.

In the relative moment of the fourth eye, the heavy snow clouded!