"Life is so short, it only takes a blink of an eye and it's already a thousand years."
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"Master, I miss my parents and want to go back to the village to visit."
The young Taoist gently picked up the old woman, used magic power to forcefully hang the last breath of energy from her chest, and cast golden light across the earth. After only a hundred breaths, he appeared outside the village.
Put Gu Yunting down and hold her hand.
"Master."
"Um?"
"Let me ask you a question. I've been curious for half my life...how powerful are you?"
millennium.
It is enough to survive five Qi refining stages, three foundation building stages, and two golden elixir stages. However, despite the passage of time and ever-changing changes, the Taoist's appearance remains ageless and youthful.
Gu Yunting is no longer the ignorant novice who cultivated immortality. She knows very well that if she wants to maintain this state, she must have the support of a deep foundation of magic power.
Her master was probably too strong to be unreasonable.
The Taoist was silent.
Gu Yunting did not force him to answer, but instead asked:
"Master, will you be reluctant to let go of Ting'er?"
The Taoist nodded.
He immediately avoided the woman's complicated gaze and reminded lightly: "There is not much time left for you to revisit your old place. Pindao suggests that you first pick a geomantic treasure land for yourself."
The air became stagnant.
Gu Yunting stared at the Taoist for a long time, then laughed at herself: "Who said that only those who have cultivated the Supreme Being and forget their feelings can be transcendent... Master, I think you are even more merciless than the Supreme Being."
"Ting'er, you're obsessed."
The Taoist calmly stretched out his hand, passed through the green silk hair, caressed the beauty's eyes, and pointed at the center of the delicate eyebrows: Suddenly, as if the light was flashing back, the human form in front of him was ethereal and uncertain.
Dreams and reality overlap.
Scenes of thousands of years were reflected in the woman's mind like a fleeting glance. The thin smoke enveloped the cold water. Her expression gradually became trance-like, and she walked towards the entrance of the village step by step.
"On the other side of the dream bridge, every ten steps is an illusion. Don't look back."
The sound of ancient immortals falls across the world, and the boundless will is overwhelming. The Taoist's treasures are solemn and solemn, and he chants the true scriptures, seeming to drive the woman to go away and never return, and the fallen leaves to return to their roots.
The steps became more hasty and staggering.
However.
A hundred meters away from the place where the village inscription was set up, Gu Yunting suddenly felt that her steps were getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was as if she was filled with lead and mercury, and she could not lift it up.
His body was trembling.
There was a trace of struggle on her face, one foot stepped forward and the other stepped back, as if a second consciousness split in her body, fighting for control, and was in a dilemma.
"Boom!"
When the wind blows, thunder breaks out on the ground.
In an instant, the woman turned to stone, and her appearance suddenly became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her cloudy pupils regained their bright luster, and she turned back resolutely.
The Taoist asked, "Why did you turn back?"
The girl replied: "Because it is a dream."
In an instant, the wind and smoke suddenly rose.
Two parallel lines that were destined to never intersect, now intersect and intersect with fantasy as a node, one virtual and one real, two consciousnesses, merged into one, regardless of each other.
"this…"
Gu Yunting looked around confused:
"Is it a dream or reality?"
"Why should we distinguish between dreams and reality?"
The Taoist law enforcement seal is full of Taoist charm: "You look at the flowing water on the bridge, and the reflection in the water is looking at you. You think she is your shadow, but she thinks you are her shadow."
"What you see with your eyes is not necessarily true, and what you hear with your ears is not necessarily fiction. In this world, there has never been absolute meaning of reality, just like the passing clouds in the past life."
"Cause and effect, good and evil, all things in the world, all living things, truth and falsehood...their existence does not always exist, but depends on what you believe."
"This is a world that can only exist if you believe it."
"If you believe it to be true, then it is true."
Like thunder piercing the ears.
The girl's state of mind suddenly became enlightened, and her confusion disappeared: "I understand, as long as I believe it unswervingly, then this will be my previous life!"
The Taoist nodded:
"From now on, you and I are destined to be your teacher."
The girl bowed her head, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, playing the Nine Heavens above and playing Netherworld below, announcing the official conclusion of the master-disciple relationship between the two: "Master, this disciple doesn't know the master's name yet."
In fact, I know it well, I just want to hear the other party admit it personally... a sense of ritual.
The Taoist clasped his hands together and sounded like a bell:
"Pindao, Chen Changsheng."
