Whispering around, but the boy had not finished speaking yet. Some people wanted to speak, but were stopped by their fellow travelers.

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"My name is Mo." The boy continued, "I don't have anything else to say, only one thing, you have affected me. If you don't want to die, just go back. I don't have much patience and may kill people at any time."

The boy was very dull when he said it, as if he was talking about something as big as a sesame or something that had nothing to do with him.

After a word came out, the whole audience burst into trouble.

"We have so many people, you are the only one. Are you bragging to the sky?"

"Arrogant and arrogant, it turns out that the legendary boy who doesn't cry has some problems with his head!"

"If it weren't for the river, I would have killed you on the spot!"

Mo shook his head, and the noise around him did not stop, but became even worse. The boats here were not only young ladies, but also ordinary people. They were rich and wealthy and rich, reserved and did not speak rudely. The arrogant young master and ordinary people spoke more or less harshly.

"Helpless, helpless!" Mo shook his head again and looked at the two ships. One of the similar leaders said something about to destroy the young man, while the other ship was a young master and a group of slaves. His words were just a bit ridiculous, but the young master was a little ugly.

Mo entered the boat and everyone was puzzled, but this doubt disappeared in five seconds - Mo took out a long black tube item from the boat, and the tube emitted the light of obsidian as a whole. Well, this is the category of understanding of ancient people. There is also an electronic board at the end of the tube, similar to the center, which plays a control role. If you look closely at a long tube that is only one meter long, it seems to be composed of many parts, but it is integrated.

Mo whispered to the boss's boat with a long black tube.

"Armstrong gyro-accelerated jet Armstrong long-distance cannon!"

A red light suddenly flashed in the electronic board at the end of the long tube. At this moment, the air in front of Mo trembled, but it had no effect on his position. I don’t know what was launched. At the moment when the red light flashed, a ship where the group of ordinary people was was blown through, and blood and flesh flew across the entire lake. The place where the ship was originally located splashed with amazing waves, rushed straight into the air, and then fell down fiercely. However, strangely, other places were not affected. If it were affected, only the splashed blood added a touch of red to this radius of mile.

Vomit, the wealthy daughter and the young master have not experienced such a scene. They hurried into the boat. In a frightened state, there was only deep fear. If some women still have emotions, they would be worship or ignorant.

The nearby ships began to scatter, and the people on the ship also understood that the saying "It is possible to kill people at any time" is not nonsense.

Mo raised his head and looked at the boat where the young master was.

"Run quickly!" The people on the boat saw Mo's gaze shifted to them. In a frightened state, they exerted their extraordinary strength, making the boat row faster.

"Is it useful? People in this world probably don't know that being ugly is actually a sin!"

The black metal cylinder was mounted again, and the red light flashed.

Bang!

Splashes are everywhere.

Another person on the boat disappeared...

A few minutes later, Mo looked around and there was no other ship. The quiet and hard-wonderful ones walked on the corner of the ship, very close to the water. The only ship was floating slowly on this calm and uneven river surface.

Mo's eyes once again stared at the distance.

"Finally, it's quiet."

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The mainstream of Jiangbei is not very wide, and this dynasty is in a prosperous era, and ships come and go, so it is not surprising to meet the boats in Mo. However, after the incident was known, I only saw the boats in Mo, the boats of ordinary people from afar, and the boats of wealthy families, and chose to avoid them.

However, in this world, there is still a young man who is not afraid of a tiger. He leaned over secretly without saying a word.

Mo, who was standing at the bow of the boat, looked up and saw that the young man was trembling with fear. When he recalled the legend of the two cannons circulating in the rivers and lakes, he felt a little cold. However, a few seconds later, he found that Mo had turned his head long ago and entered the plain river surface as quiet as a distance. The small boat quietly swam on the river surface.

The young man stared blankly at the distant boat, and before he knew it, it had disappeared, and his group of people had some difficulty in their legs and feet. However, they were safe and sound.

‘So, as long as it does not affect Mo’s life, there will be no trouble!’ The young man thought so.

Over time, some people approached Mo's boat and watched it up close: Mo's face did not have a look, and if he wanted to say anything, just like his name, he was indifferent to the whole world.

No love, no attachment, no anger, no disappointment.

The boy who doesn’t cry has another name: a cold passerby.

Indifference is not bloodthirsty. As long as life is not affected, the existence of other people will not be attracted by it.

The existence of Mo is a legend, a strange person, who can make people do not do anything for the usual, but Mo makes many women become crazy about flowers.

There are many girls who go there, but they all return without success.

A few months later, a lake was rafting on the lake, and a lake was flowing from the main stream of Jiangbei. There were several intersections between lakes and rivers, and it was easy to pass by the boat.

"Mo, I'm very curious. How do you solve the problem of eating when you are on the boat every day?" Asked such questions, a beautiful girl asked eagerly. In fact, she didn't have much hope in her heart. In a few months, she heard Mo's words that were not repeated more than ten times, and there were six more times in it. Mo was reciting poems and writing them.

After waiting for a while, he didn't wait for the reply. He muttered in his heart that it was not the case. Just when he was about to return, he saw Mo turn his head.

"Just like this!" Mo said softly, and took out a grill from the boat. On the grill was a fish with scales and internal organs removed. The fish had some juice, but it was not wood, but seasonings. Some green onions and green onions were draped on the fish. The grill below also raised a fire.

There are a few fruits next to the grill, which can be picked on both sides of the shore.

The fire slowly grilled the fish, and the wonderful taste flowed all over the world, unlike the dishes in ordinary places. This taste was like it came from the sky.

"Give it to you!" Mo handed the fish over, but found that there was still a little distance between the two boats, so he took a plate from the side of the boat and threw it out.

"Next!" Although he said this, Mo's technique was so sophisticated that the plate containing the fish fell steadily on the girl's boat. The fragrance was everywhere, and the expression of joy filled her face. The girl quickly took the plate, but exclaimed, it turned out to be scalded.

The girl looked up at Mo. Mo's expression did not change. It seemed that what she had done was just casually. But so many people gave her to her, the girl was still flattered. Her face was rosy. Her hands that had been scalded for a second seemed to feel nothing. She ordered the servant to take the chopsticks and taste the fish. It was fresh and moist, full and shiny. Compared with the Man and Han banquet in the capital, it was probably even better.

When I looked up at Mo again, I found that Mo had already returned to the bow of the boat, motionless and drifting with the flow.

Driving with the wind.

It seemed that there was a boundary line between the two, so close and so far. When Mo looked back and stood quietly on the bow of the boat, no one had the courage to disturb him. Even the girl who was a slutty stopped whispering, and seemed to see a different light from Mo's face.

"The world is shocking."

Dynasties changed, and Mo has always been in the world. Some people say that Mo has found his successor, so a new Mo has been found.

Desert is changing, and the desert of every generation is desert.

Such strange talk finally aroused the strong curiosity of a monarch. He sent someone to invite Mo, but only got Mo's words.

"Everyone in the world comes for profit, and all the people in the world go for profit. From the secular sons to the imperial emperors, it is just like this. If you come to disturb me again, this country can change hands!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the court was furious. The contemporary emperor sent a large army to face the brink of the border, and countless warships surrounded the small boats in the desert.

The battle was only described by later generations:

"Mo, looking around in a daze, still indifferent, facing thousands of troops without fear. Because Mo is a strange ghost immortal, he seemed to hear a whisper, 'The streets with fallen leaves are better than this', all the warships around exploded, and in just a moment, except Mo, there were no ones who survived. No, maybe there were a few miserable people among the thousands of troops, or maybe Mo deliberately left a few people to promote this battle. Therefore, this battle has been passed down...

After that war, the country really changed hands.

The emperors of later generations set the realm where Mo was located as a forbidden area, but ordinary people were not afraid, because as long as they did not affect Mo's life, they looked safe and sound from afar. Over the past century, countless talents have made breakthroughs in their mood after seeing Mo.

Transcend the saint!

The country is changing, and dynasties are changing. Only a small boat will drift on the water forever and drift with the wind.

Go with the flow.

"Maybe Mo is looking for a world that truly belongs to him!"

Generation after generation, generation after generation.

I wonder, Mo, have you found it?

desert.

———

The two-life life is over, and Zhang Zi is intoxicated. Perhaps the reason for the mirror soul makes Zhang Zi lose his mind and loses himself. However, more of the reason should be the wonderfulness of this different life that makes him intoxicated.

The third life also slowly began.

However, in this third life, something seemed to have changed.

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"I once thought of transcending the passage of life, but found that time is like a fish swimming in the water. How can it swim faster than water? I suddenly accepted my fate, without that passion." A gentle and full aura sounded, and it came into the boy's ears.

"Haha, the body of the mortal body, even if the soul has sublimated, the body is trapped in the mundane world and cannot catch up with the footsteps of time. A dream of life is full of colorful flowers, but in the end it cannot even be kept ashes. This is life, and in the end, it disappears silently." The boy looked at the person beside him and said that he was a girl, but he had the aura of his elder brother, so many people called him the elder brother.

"The more you have nothing, the more lonely you are, the more empty you are. You are still as brave as a young man until you die, and you are still moved by the first meeting until you are old."

"For the sake of obsession, maybe that's the case?" the young man smiled.

"Even if all kinds of things in the world will eventually become empty, I want to stick to something, maybe because of this."

"I am the same as you think."

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"Juan Ming, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. Today is Monday, our team should clean it. You are the latest in the morning. I will clean it for you. Why? I did it for you in the afternoon?" A woman suddenly ran from a distance and exclaimed, "Oh, brother, you are here too. Hehehe, are you two doing something bad? "

The young man called Juan Ming shook his head slightly, while the elder brother shook his eyebrows and had no choice but to spread his hands.

"Just just recite the poem and write it right." Juan Ming said when he saw the girl approaching.

"What poem?" The girl chased and tried to find out.

"Emm, listen." Juan Ming was not panicked at all. At this age, few people would think about life. If they were known to others, they would only add extra troubles. Therefore, talking about what they thought in their hearts was just when no one knew it, no one knew it.

"Season after season, flowers bloom again and again. People don't know how to bloom, but people meet when they fall. The fallen heroes sprinkle the ancient road, but they don't know each other when they are old."

"Yeah, it's well written." After chanting this poem, the boy closed his eyes and felt it carefully for a while. This poem was written a few days ago. At that time, he was strolling in the ancient path of falling flowers. Rumors from ancient times flowed from the deep blue rubble. Strange stories settled in the deep underground. Flowers bloomed and fell year after year - the flowers were still blooming, time was well and quietly passed. When the two childhood sweethearts met again, they were already old and did not know each other.

The passers-by of each other are just forgotten because of their age.

Time is forbidden, time buried deep affection, and even the eyes are filled with pure good intentions.
To be continued...