When the boy opened his eyes again, everything around him was filled with clouds and mist. There was only a smooth road in front of him. He didn't know where it ended. But at the end of the road, there was a rainbow bridge stretching for countless miles, stretching from the sky to a hundred steps away, far away. Come.
"Boy, why don't you come forward? You have the ability to borrow Xu Dan to obtain divine will, but you are still afraid of going to Hongqiao?"
It was clear that there was no one around, but the sound was loud.
Yun Zhong frowned and looked around his body again. There were no injuries at all. Then he tried to move his energy, but he felt severe pain in his meridians, like a dull knife scraping bones. He almost fell to the ground unsteadily. Nowadays, there is no trace of inner Qi in Yunzhong Dantian Qi Mansion, let alone Xu Danqiu Lake. It seems that he has never set foot on the path of cultivation. Forcefully stimulating the inner Qi, it feels like pulling away the big tendons attached to the bones and tearing the flesh and blood. The pain in the meridians was unbearable, and it was difficult to endure even half an hour. He quickly stopped doing this, which was tantamount to asking for trouble, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"If I were you, I would definitely not act like this. That sword is obviously much higher than the second level, not to mention almost catching up with the fifth level. It is just a small second level, using such a shocking method, to put it bluntly It's not an exaggeration to put your life on the line. Do you really think you can still escape from owing someone money for drinks? Wouldn't it be nice to just forget about spiritual practice and become a farmer together with me?" The words are just right. After landing, the water vapor surged near Hongqiao, and a slightly stooped old man walked out. He smoothed his sparse beard down his chin and smiled broadly.
Yun Zhong had recognized the visitor earlier, but he was Liu Langzhong, who was hiding outside Fengyou County. However, his expression at this time was different from that of the country doctor who always had a smile on his face. He was even more outcast, and his gestures were expressionless. There was so much smoke and smoke that the young man's eyes were straightened, he waved his sleeves and taunted.
"I had a chance encounter with your boy earlier, but I never expected that I would actually come to my territory first. It seems that my swordsmanship has been practiced to a high level. It's just my character that still needs to be polished. Just follow me. No need. Don’t ask any more questions.”
Seeing that the young man was still indifferent, the old man raised his eyebrows and said, "I borrowed this figure from an old idiot who can do calculations. I probably have some connection with you, but don't forget that you are in an empty dream, and what you see may not be what you see. Really, how about the appearance, you might as well ask yourself whether it is important or not, I will stand here, and if you think about it, you can step forward and take you to see more of the old things between this world."
Liu Langzhong, who was not Liu Langzhong, actually stood at one end of the Hongqiao. Without saying a word, he waved his hand to summon two white cranes from the clouds and mist, and carefully cleaned the dirt contaminated by the cranes' feathers.
After hearing this, Yun Zhong really didn't nod in a hurry. He crossed his legs and sat down to look at his own meridians. In his early years, he had never had the time to cultivate Qi. The meridians throughout his body were as hard as gold and iron. Not to mention the movement of internal Qi, his physical condition was no better than that of ordinary people. , thanks to the enlightenment of the old Taoist who flew to the peak, I was able to finally get through the extremely poor meridians and acupoints of my body, and I started to practice stumblingly.
It should have been a great blessing that everyone in the world would be jealous of, but after the Xu Dan entered the body, it seemed that all the luck that had been borrowed had to be repaid to God with interest, and it became increasingly unsatisfactory.
But after the young man tried two or three times, there was still no result. It was as if the meridians of his body had returned to their original state. The years turned and the bone hairpin handed over by the old Taoist from the mountain peak returned to his hand. The young man had never set foot in practice, and What we have seen in all the rivers and lakes in the past is mostly just a long dream like a mirror in the water.
"I don't know if you, young man, have ever thought about it. You never left that small town back then. You might as well imagine that during these long years, you never walked through the world. Instead, you fell down when you hired a doctor for your mother. Cliff, when I was dying, I thought of the description in the painting and the play, and imagined such a vast river and lake."
"Actually, there is no such thing as Wu Shuangliuqing, and there is no such thing as Wen Yu and Li Baoyu. Even Shan Taorong, who is most popular now, may just be the old man who carried the burden that you met when you were a child many years ago."
The old man wearing Liu Langzhong's appearance seemed to have caught a glimpse of the young man's thoughts. He grinned and raised his eyebrows, as if waiting for a good show. He folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at the young man with a smile.
"Senior has great magical powers, and his thoughts are even more different from ordinary people." The young man pondered for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, "Even if I am on my deathbed, what does it matter? In this year of wind, frost and swords, the junior has passed. It’s very comfortable, not to mention if you don’t want to believe in something that is not true before you, then why bother to believe in something that is not yet true in front of you?”
The old man smiled enigmatically, "Maybe if you think about it occasionally, it's not a wrong path."
"I think it's right, and that's right. Just like no one can guess who I will be in the future, whether I will be a hard worker on the streets picking goods and weighing bags, or be an independent court official who can calculate the world's time. A first-rate courtier of the bureau, or some arrogant, single-handed knight. He has had his last meal but not his next meal. There will be no tomorrow in the past and tonight. As long as you make the right choice, why bother looking forward and backward."
"To take a step back, even if everything is really empty before our eyes, if we can't live with a clear conscience even if we live in this flashy and empty dream, and if we live up to the years, how can we live as a human being even if we have to get out of this Huangliang dream one day."
The old man just raised his eyes and looked at it, grabbed a crane feather that was not neat and straight, nodded and said, "I have thought about a lot. It is not easy at such an age, but I still haven't thought deeply enough. If I think more about it in the future, I won't be able to think about it deeply." wrong."
The young man finally followed the old man's steps and boarded the Hongqiao.
The Hongqiao is extremely high, and is surrounded by clouds and mist. It is like a layer of gauze under the feet. The young man is afraid of heights, so he is inevitably afraid. He had to try his best to lean towards the center of the Hongqiao while walking. The corner of his mouth trembled again and again. In the end, it turned out that He squinted his eyes and stopped looking at the scene under the bridge.
The old man patted his forehead and smiled bitterly, "It's ridiculous. People who practice are afraid of heights, especially those who practice swordsmanship. But I guess it's best to keep your eyes open. If you miss a glimpse of the surrounding scene, you will be in trouble."
The young man gritted his teeth, quietly opened his eyes, and looked down from a high position. He saw corpses everywhere at the bottom of the mountain. There were hundreds of miles of military formations. They suddenly charged against each other, with guns, shields, arrows, and swords all clashing. In an instant, the two armies formed. Hundreds of people lost their lives, and their flesh and blood spread far and wide.
Especially when the Mo Dao is turning, it is like a great tide crashing on the shore. When soldiers and armor meet, it can always chop off countless heads and chop off many shoulders. It is so powerful that it is almost unstoppable.
In the distance, there are countless strong bows and crossbows pouring arrows, and a cluster of bushes suddenly sprouts from the smoke. The whistling sound is extremely loud, and the bow strings tremble and tremble with one sound, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Raoshi had also seen the scene where blood was splashing and corpses were lying on the ground. Yun Zhongdeng also felt his stomach rolling and immediately frowned.
"I dare to ask, senior, where is this place? The nine-nation alliance still exists, so why are there such a large number of armies facing each other?"
The old man stopped and laughed, "Where were you when you handed over the borrowed sword? I have just told you that I will show you the past events of this world. In the past, the Nine Kingdoms The season of strife is even grander than this, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses."
"Back then, when two to three hundred thousand soldiers were killed in battle in one day, it was not a rare thing. At any rate, it was because of the proper care and maintenance over the years, and the kings of several countries were relatively virtuous, that they managed to raise many men. If you walk in the streets during the time when the fighting is still going on, most of the time you will see only the white banners of concubines, and in every house except for young children, you will hardly see any men, all of whom are fighting for their lives on the battlefield."
"To be honest, with a strong bow, a crossbow, a sword, and a long sword, under the attack of the soldiers, the flesh and blood body is really just dripping into the sea. How can I see the tide rise suddenly, and see my son throw himself into the army and destroy his life? The pain involved is unbearable.”
"But it is precisely because of this that among the nine kingdoms, there has never been a country that has lost its country and its surname, and its ancestral temples have been destroyed, all because men are not afraid of death."
The old man looked at the smoke everywhere under the Hongqiao, sighing, and it was rare that he didn't smile.
"Is the scene that the senior is describing now a scene from the past or a glimpse of the future?" Yun Zhong asked abruptly as he looked at the increasingly towering pile of corpses and armor on the battlefield.
"It's exactly the same as I asked you just now whether it was an empty dream or not. There's no big difference." Liu Langzhong didn't agree and didn't want to say anything else. Yellow light flowed around him and he glanced at the young man briefly, "Many things You don’t need to know the truth, there are many things that you know a lot about, you can just think about it with your own head, and you can probably make a pretty good guess.”
The Hongqiao is extremely long. I don't know how many hours they passed, and they almost saw the mountains and rivers at their feet. Only then did the two of them vaguely see the end of the Hongqiao. The old man let out a long breath, as if he had finally given up.
The young man saw a small town at his feet.
It's just that this small town has never had a school, nor have there been many houses, nor has there been any human habitation. It seems desolate and deserted.
At the entrance of the town, there is a river pond.
Liu Langzhong turned around and looked at the young man. The latter's face had not changed, but there was clearly something inexplicable rolling in his eyes. He walked alone to the edge of the Hongqiao and sat down, staring intently at the small town under the bridge.
"Don't look at it, there's no one you want to see."
"Senior should be able to master this illusion."
The young man didn't look back and spoke calmly, "Do you have any wine?"
The old man also didn't expect that this young man who usually behaved well and was very polite would actually say such words. He curled his lips in boredom, stretched out his palm, and a pot of wine suddenly appeared in his palm, and handed it to him. The young man came forward and then moved his robe sleeves.
The clouds are flowing, the sun, moon and sky are changing.
Even though the thunder flashed out and the sun and moon rotated into Yun Zhong's eyes, the young man never closed his eyes and looked straight under the bridge.
A man and a woman came hand in hand and walked into the village. The woman was gentle and the man was handsome. Just when they entered the small town, the man seemed to be in a low mood. Fortunately, the woman persuaded him politely, so he sighed for a long time and added Build a house and farmland, and settle down here.
From the beginning to the end, the young man did not speak. He drank the wine from the pot one mouthful at a time, and often drank heavily. However, the wine pot was only the size of a palm, and he could not finish it no matter how much he drank.
It was as if I was trying to strangle something into my heart to prevent it from surging out.
