The owner of this house must be an unpredictable person, but he seems to have never left that house. The person standing next to him is Chang Chuan. He looks at Yu Zun with a smile. In his bright pupils, There will always be a light.
This house seemed to be isolated from the world. Yan Xun, who was standing on the silver peak, and everyone behind him, were all looking up at the sky. That small house was very familiar to Yan Xun, but paradoxically, a powerful force The strange feeling also grew in Yan Xun's heart. .
It's like a painting, with clear lines of writing, but the rice paper is soaked by a layer of water, so the painting gradually becomes blurry.
The small house seems to be virtual. It seems that a gust of wind will slightly move the small house, and the scene at that time will also be slightly wrinkled. Therefore, is this small house painted on a piece of rice paper? ?
In the lonely sky, layers of white snow fell. The snowflakes glided wantonly in the wind, and then covered the clothes of the living.
That deep valley was originally a place where dead bones gathered. The dead bones looked so scary, but when I looked carefully, I was shocked to realize that some of those sects or Taoist temples were actually located there. In a deep valley.
The buildings swaying in the wind are more humble and more cowardly than the trees.
When the small house became clear before their eyes again, it even made Yan Xun and others feel thrilling. The small house seemed to be still in mid-air, but it was clear that not far from him, there was a house made of vegetation.
Looking at it, it's so close, and looking at it again, it's like being separated by thousands of mountains and seas.
It is the power of law...
At that moment, Yan Xun's eyes shone with a very dazzling, clear light. In the bottom of his heart, he repeated two words - law!
Deep down in his heart, he understood that there were laws here, and there was a broken book of laws hidden in the Silver Peak.
The old man looked like a banished immortal, with a galaxy behind him. Those dazzling stars seemed like embellishments of the old man. The old man's gaze always stayed on Yu Zun.
The ancient words floating out of his mouth slowly turned into heavy characters in the universe, and Yu Zun was so intoxicated that it was difficult to get out.
The dazzling starlight finally dissipated. In the darkness, only his eyes were glowing. The old man's feet suspended in the universe gradually fell to the ground.
From the moment the old man's feet landed, the stars behind him turned into slightly swaying candlelight in the house. The old man was sitting peacefully in front of a wooden case in the house.
He was holding a purple sand teapot in his hand, and the tea flowing out from the mouth of the pot was like a waterfall in Yu Zun's heart, roaring crazily in his ears.
This movement and stillness are all the avenues of the world. It can also be said that the old man is a living book of laws.
There was always a smile in Chang Chuan's eyes, and his temperament was extremely free and easy. He said, "Why don't you let the people outside the door come in and talk about it? Master Chang Chun?"
Yu Zun, who just stepped out of the typeface, was deeply surprised. Every word in these ancient characters was so obscure and difficult to understand, but every word contained great truth.
Yu Zun couldn't help but wonder, "Is it possible that these characters are just fragments of the book of laws?"
If you think about it carefully, the vast sea in your heart, the roaring waves and the tsunami shaking the sky, is simply the moment of creation.
Now, after waking up, I heard the conversation between Chang Chuan and the old man. I vaguely heard a few words, "Uncle Chang Chun!"
Yu Zun looked astonished and pointed at the old man and said, "Changchuan, did you just say that he is your uncle?"
Chang Chuan smiled at Yu Zun, winked and said, "Isn't it possible? Brother Yu?"
"Ah..." This is probably what Yu Zun least expected!
No wonder Chang Chuan once said that he was here to lure him out of here.
Since he is Chang Chuan's uncle, he is also his elder. Yu Zunzuo clasped his fists and said, "Junior, please bow to Taoist Chang Chun!"
Chang Chun didn't speak. He gently waved his sleeves and robe. Suddenly, there was a snowstorm in the small house, and the door opened and closed. And the person standing outside the door is also
It’s Yanxun.
Yan Xun stroked his white beard, looked at Yu Zun with a smile, and said, "Grandson, sooner or later you will be useful to grandpa. Look! What I said is right!"
There is always a smile in Yan Xun's eyes, and he is not like Chang Chun who is sitting in front of the wooden case, looking like he is in a state of indifference.
However, after Yan Xun entered the small house, the atmosphere seemed to become a little more harmonious, and he felt that the cold air was slowly gaining warmth.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to be alive!" Yan Xun's words were beyond Yu Zun's expectations.
At this time, inside the small house, the sky was full of wind and snow. This was no longer a cramped small house, but an icy wasteland.
The situation is always changing, changing in unexpected directions.
It seemed that both Yan Xun and Chang Chuan knew the old man in front of them.
What on earth is this old man named Chang Chun performing? In other words, what is he explaining to the world?
The Youluo Realm is about to be destroyed because of the lack of laws. However, the Youluo Realm of the past was a world where numerous immortals were banished.
Today, there is only one immortal left in this world, and that immortal’s name is Chang Chun!
On the icy snowfield, it is the land of the extreme north. It is the scenery it should be. What is Changchun doing? Probably only Changchuan would understand.
The sky was full of white snow, falling in the desolate snowfield, but in that blizzard, a large number of people and horses were fighting in the snow.
Faintly, the shadow of Xiaozhai can be seen. Xiaozhai also appeared on the snowy field, including those Taoist temples and sects.
Is this what old times should be like? So, Changchun is restoring the original appearance of the world?
There is always a voice in the bottom of my heart, gently echoing at the end of Yu Zun's consciousness. Until the words lost in the wind slowly become louder.
There should be dragon veins deep in the earth, and on the snowy plains, in the violent wind and snow, there are dragons roaring.
Chang Chun stood proudly in the wind and snow, with compassion in his eyes. The wind and snow beside him was the coldest and craziest.
Chang Chun suddenly raised his palms and pushed into the air. The storm rolled up into the air like a swimming dragon, and the cloud line was very low. Half of the setting sun hangs on the west bank of the red-blooded sky.
Deep in the snowfield, a skinny willow is making shadows. On the lonely snowfield, there are birds and animals all year round, although the world in front of you is more like a replica and a bit illusory.
But isn’t the real world also full of fiction, reality, and truth? Therefore, Yu Zun didn't care anymore. Even if this world was just a reflection of the old days, his heart was already satisfied.
The lonely and thin willow, the red sun in the sky, the birds lying low in the sky, and the beasts running on the snowy fields, all represent loneliness and caring for each other.
Yu Zun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the words that were about to reach his lips were swallowed alive. This world is too weird and too magnificent. It is not like the human world, but it is very similar to the human world!
Several people in the snowfield were all looking up at the sky. Chang Chuan's face did not lose that indifferent smile. He never skimped on the warmth he could bring to the world.
Exiled immortals as powerful as Chang Chun came with the immortal sword, and they all had great fortunes on their bodies.
Can......
They never seemed to be the same again.
Chang Chun stood proudly in the wind and snow. In Chang Chuan's eyes, Chang Chun was his uncle. In Yan Xun's eyes, Chang Chun was a crazy old man obsessed with martial arts. But in Yu Zun's heart, Changchun is more like a road, a road that he will have to walk sooner or later.
The wind and snow filled the sky, until streaks of dazzling light shot straight into the sky. The figure of the banished immortal standing proudly in the wind was mostly frozen in mid-air.
They are like wax figures, and wax figures have no vitality. The wind stopped and the snow hung in the air. At that moment, the world became quiet and time seemed to have stopped flowing. .
Only Chang Chun's palm was more like a rising sun, bursting out with a dazzling light. Then, light fell like rain on the feet of several people.
At this time, what surprised Yu Zun was that the flowing light and shadow once again moved the whole world, and there was one more person beside Chang Chun. Slowly, many people gathered around Chang Chun.
people.
But their faces are all somewhat similar to Chang Chun.
At this moment, his thoughts were rolling again. Yu Zun looked at the dozens of people surrounding Chang Chun with a stunned look on his face, and murmured to himself: "Could this all be him?"
When the voice in his heart became clear again, Yu Zun shook his head. He looked sideways at Chang Chuan, only to see Chang Chuan smiling and winking at him, saying: "Brother Yu! I'll tell you quietly! What's in your heart That person is not me!"
Yu Zun was stunned in his heart. Even if he forced himself to calm down, the sea in his heart still surged until it destroyed everything in front of him.
So, that person was me in the past? Or the future me? Or is it just my own fantasy?
Chang Chuan looked at Yu Zun with a smile and said, "Brother Yu, let me reveal another secret to you! You! You have entered the realm of laws!"
The realm of law?
Yu Zun was shocked, but when he looked at Chang Chun in the snow, he seemed to slowly understand some of the truth.
Therefore, the voice in my heart is my own!
Then, those people surrounding Changchun are just Changchun himself, but they are just the epitome of Changchun's various eras.
The final conclusion is that my future self can talk...
And my past self was always repenting! But, the past and the future are equally important!
The melancholy wind and snow once again swept the consciousness of several people into the sky. The wind and snow filled the sky, and the banished immortals with the fairy swords under their feet once again became agile and natural in front of Yu Zun.
However, they all have a sharp sword energy in their bodies. The sword energy melts the law and becomes the culprit of destroying the law.
So, thousands of years ago, or in other words, that era further away, was it the so-called Immortal who destroyed everything under his own sword?
When they once again stepped on the fairy sword and soared into the sky, in their eyes, they were still the strongest clans in the world. But only those who are alive have the right to understand how cruel the remaining time is.
Chang Chun, who seemed cold and mean, looked at Yu Zun, pointed at Changtian, and said: "They are your whetstones!"
When Yu Zun appeared, Chang Chun could only see Yu Zun alone, because Chang Chun would also die, and Chang Chun might also be one of those banished immortals.
This world is becoming increasingly unclear. No one can truly understand this world, because of the laws and the intersection of life and death.
There is an extra ray of light in life. When Chang Chun, holding a fly whisk, touches the fly whisk with a gentle wave of his hand, those relegated immortals covered in the wind and snow are no longer misty and illusory.
They are real people. They can all find their own freedom in this snowfield.
The flash of swords and shadows revived their souls, but standing deep in the snowfield, Chang Chuan and Yan Xun both had a trace of respect deep in their eyes.
"Ancient ancestors, your children are here to see you. May you die in peace and in the right place!" When the wind swept past you, what was floating in the air were those melancholy emotions and the incomprehensible feeling. Find your future destiny.
The ancient typefaces float in the air, and the incomplete book of laws originates from Chang Chun's dictation. After so many years, Chang Chun's spiritual consciousness is like a weak candle that will be extinguished at any time.
After so many years, what he has been waiting for is the person who should appear in his destiny. It is the young man standing in front of him. He is also the young man with piercing eyes. His name is Yu Zun, and he leaps over the dragon gate to become Zun!
The heavy typefaces reveal ancient charm. After a few strokes, Yu Zun was stunned for a moment. Yu Zun was in mid-air, and it was the typefaces that were pulling him into the dark. .bμν.
Chang Chuan's figure slowly became blurry. Yan Xun, standing next to Chang Chuan, stroking his white beard, seemed to be extremely satisfied in his heart. He sighed softly: "Zun'er, every moment that appears in your life One person can only accompany you for a short distance. I hope you can achieve fame and find the true love in your heart as soon as possible!"
The time at that time was like a lonely rain curtain, mottled and blurry,
I often stretch out my fingers, wanting to touch the embers of time, but after that, there is only a dampness left in my heart.
Yu Zun, who stood on the sky with his head held high, may not have noticed the changes in several people.
Yan Xun's figure also became blurred, and after that, the world became empty and pale. Only those few heavy lead characters filled the sky, and the lead characters were like stars, shining repeatedly in Yu Zun's world.
At this time, Yu Zun still didn't realize that Chang Chuan and Yan Xun had left, but later on, he would slowly understand the meaning of their appearance.
The lonely snow fell on his shoulders, and he roared, "Stand up!"
Those ancient typefaces actually stayed in mid-air. They really obeyed Yu Zun's orders. Although, at present, Yu Zun can only remember them.
With his toes tapping lightly, he saw Yan Xun and Chang Chuan, but at that time, they had turned into cold statues.
Only Chang Chun's figure is still upright and agile, and the people around Chang Chun are slowly blending into the same body as Chang Chun.
At this time, Yu Zun, there were more lights and shadows around him. He looked stunned and at a loss, saying: "What happened...Senior Chang Chun..."
Chang Chun had been stern from the beginning, but at this time, Chang Chun's rigid face gradually became more smiley.
"Being integrated into all things, this is the deep meaning of the Book of Laws!"
"Look!"
Chang Chun waved his hand gently, and the distant mountain peaks collapsed due to his random movements, and the long rivers slowly changed their course due to the slight hook of his fingers.
However, this is just a random move by him. Perhaps, it is not a move at all.
"Integrate all things in your mind with your spirit!" Chang Chun shouted. In that short breath, the stars above his head were rapidly destroyed. They collided with each other and eventually turned into dust.
"So, the ancient law is the way to destruction?" Yu Zun said with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Chang Chun laughed loudly and said: "Because in order to live, there will be destruction!"
When the illusion around him was no longer real, Yu Zun returned to the small house, and the small house was filled with people, including Hunshimo Mo and others.
Grandpa Yanxun? And the Changchuan brothers? And Senior Changchun? Where have you been?
Seeing the desolate Yu Zun, the few people standing in front of Yu Zun were originally happy, but now they have mixed feelings in their hearts, but they are speechless.
