What does the pain of being torn apart feel like?
What does burning pain feel like?
The Taoist didn't say anything, he just smiled and thought, senior brother will be very happy.
Life is already about crying.
If you still cry and leave, what's the point?
...
Chen Yunxi sat quietly beside such a large lake with fine snow.
Sometimes people cry everywhere in the world, sometimes they smile brightly, and some people lower their heads and let the stones fall on their foreheads, making the final collision sound of life.
"Why are you bothering, Han Chan?"
Chen Yunxi silently looked at the Liuyun sword cultivator who was smashed to death by a young man with a stone tablet in such a tall building.
A sword cultivator like that would certainly have thousands of ways to survive.
As a cultivator of the Four Layers of the Great Dao, why would he die in such a foreign country even if he drank enough water from the Styx?
Han Chan just sat there quietly, holding on to the sword that represented his identity, until he died.
Even if it is Chen Yunxi, even if he is sitting on the bank of the big lake behind the Tianmen, watching all the stories in this human world.
This sword cultivator never thought that this disciple of Yeyuya would die there like this.
Of course he is not a heartless person. Sometimes he is angry at Cheng Lu for not daring to draw his sword, and sometimes he is angry at Han Chan for being too daring to draw his sword.
Even with that sword, he ignited the Divine Sea, just to let the Taoist of Qingtian Dao take a look at the appearance of the avenue.
But what is there to see on the avenue?
It's just a life of wind and snow, filled with loneliness.
When people see the great road, they just go out and see the mountains.
The mountains will not be reduced at all, but the people will only increase their sorrow.
Doing something you know you can't do may be romantic, but more often than not, it's nothing more than stupidity.
The saint remained silent throughout his life, didn't he just hope that people can live peacefully in the world?
Chen Yunxi sat by the lake, her hair as white as snow, and couldn't stop sighing.
Seeing the mountains and knowing the waters, I came out of the customs, heard the wind, watched the rain, walked on the snow and looked for plum blossoms, so I climbed up the stairs to peek into the world, until I wanted to compete with God in the sea and waves.
But after all, it is nothing but the word "in vain", nothing more than common people on paper.
Chen Yunxi sighed deeply, raised his hands to support the shore of the snow lake under him, and stood up.
"Even if the article shocks the world, it will only affect the common people on paper. Senior brother, do you think it is right?"
The white-haired swordsman silently raised his head and looked at the higher heaven above where the two sword marks left. He looked at it for a long time, turned around, and slowly walked away in the direction he came from.
But at that moment, he seemed to hear some very rustling sounds coming from behind him.
It was as if someone was covering his heart and stumbling across the snow by the lake.
Chen Yunxi stopped there stiffly. Such a sword cultivator who was already invincible in the world did not even dare to look back at this moment, but his white hair was blown messily by the wind.
"Yes."
The man behind him said softly.
At that moment, Chen Yunxi opened his eyes wide in shock and turned around in disbelief.
Turn around.
Wearing a black dress and holding a broken umbrella that had been chopped into pieces, she stood by the lake with a pale face, and red blood was constantly flowing from the corners of her lips and heart. In such a large lake full of fine snow, The colors are blindingly bright.
"Where's senior...brother?"
Chen Yunxi's face turned pale at that moment, and his lips and teeth trembled. It took him a long time to ask such a question.
Yao Ji did not speak, but stretched out a plain white hand forward, slowly blooming like a mountain flower.
Inside is the spirit of a ghost.
Gu Chu is the ghost and god who holds the power of life and death, Da Si Ming.
Of course, the gap in the human world is not limited to senior fellow apprentices.
The same goes for gods and ghosts.
As a ghost and god who holds the power of life and death, Da Siming is naturally more powerful than mountain ghosts, and more powerful than human gods like the Wushan Goddess.
The soul of such a ghost has become so weak that it is almost invisible, like a dense mist that may disperse at any time.
Chen Yunxi already understood a lot of things when he saw such a ghostly soul.
Cong Ren said at the beginning that if you raise your head three feet, it is your destiny.
Even if he is Chen Yunxi, even if he has fifteen layers of Daohai, after all, he cannot glimpse into the thoughts of such a goddess.
The world can only hear what she argues and see what she expresses.
But no one in the world can guess what such a goddess is thinking.
It was something three feet away from everyone.
Chen Yunxi stared blankly at the trace of Da Siming's soul that was almost chopped into pieces by Qinglian. It took him a long time before he could finally speak.
"It turns out that the goddess never gave Da Siming's soul to the world."
Of course Chen Yunxi knew that Xie Chaoyu led a certain little Taoist boy who carried the soul of Da Si Ming around the world.
But the scene in front of him extremely cruelly destroyed the sword cultivator's cognition.
Yao Ji let go of her hand, letting the last ray of Da Siming's soul escape into the wind and snow, and said softly: "Of course I gave it to her, but I never said that it was all Da Siming's soul. .”
If only the world knew more about a certain story in the River Styx and a story about a Taoist in the Yellow Liang.
They might know better.
Of course, Yao Ji had always held the soul of such an ancient Chu god of life and death, so she was able to pull out such a Taoist who had been trapped in the vortex of the Styx.
Chen Yunxi stood there in silence, walking towards the big lake in silence, passing the goddess holding the broken umbrella, standing by the big lake, looking towards the world in silence.
Yao Ji, who was covered in sword intent, turned around, looked at the silent sword cultivator, and said calmly: "What are you looking for?"
Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time and said softly: "Find a sword."
Keep the change, please.
Yao Ji said softly, looking up at the sky above the fine snow.
"Wait a little longer, and the two swords Qinglian used will fall from the sky."
Chen Yunxi silently raised his head and looked at the distant sky.
"Master Goddess, don't you ask me what I'm doing with the sword?"
Yao Ji coughed softly and said in a gentle tone: "Of course your sword is not bad at all."
Chen Yunxi turned back and looked silently at the goddess Gu Chu behind her who was covered in sword wounds.
Yao Ji still held the broken umbrella, standing there, looking up at the sky on earth, and said softly: "But it probably doesn't need to be like this anymore. Your senior brother's sword is far more powerful than you imagine."
Chen Yunxi frowned and looked deeply at the Gu Chu ghost, as if he wanted to see through her.
It's just that although Yao Ji is covered with sword marks, her divine body is still full of divine power. Chen Yunxi's gaze cannot go past anything, but only falls on the most superficial skin and blood.
Yao Ji sighed softly, but slowly let go of the broken umbrella in her hand.
The sky is shining, and all the divine power is slowly dissipating.
"The best sword in the world is indeed the first line in the world at Mojianya."
Chen Yunxi seemed to finally realize something, and stared blankly at the dispersing divine power.
In the fine snow in the high sky, a sword wind fell down, slowly blowing away Yao Ji's black skirt.
Chen Yunxi saw very clearly the sword hole that penetrated the goddess's snowy mountain.
Yao Ji lowered her head, looking at the sword wound on her heart with great amazement, and said softly: "This sword is inferior to gods and ghosts. Even the great commander in his heyday could not resist the world's first line of swordsmanship exerted by Qinglian. Probably only Taiyi can bear it.”
The ancient Chu goddess calmly closed her clothes and looked at the white-haired swordsman.
"So although your sword is sharp, it is of little use, Chen Yunxi."
Two swords fell from the sky.
He inserted himself in front of the two of them.
One is called Fang Cun, which has been broken into pieces, like saw teeth. The other is probably not a sword used to wield the sword in the world. After being tempered in the hands of a sword cultivator who sleeps with the moon in his arms, it becomes extremely strong and tough, even if it is Chen Yun. Xi, the moment his eyes touched it, he felt an extremely sharp sense of separation.
That sword is called Dielianhua, and it is the sword of a certain Taoist in the world.
Chen Yunxi looked at the two swords silently, walked over, pulled them out, and held them in his hands for a long time. Finally, he sighed and dispersed his sword intention. He did not draw the sword, but just threw the two swords away. Entered the big lake.
"Where's senior brother?"
Chen Yunxi stood silently by the lake, looking at the world under the fine snow, and asked this question again.
Yao Ji slowly raised her head to look at the sky and said softly: "I don't know, after that sword, his soul was torn apart - not even Qinglian herself could withstand the power of such a sword. .”
As the Guchu goddess spoke, there was a hint of confusion in her expression.
"But at the moment when his soul was shattered, he once said something that I couldn't understand."
Chen Yunxi turned to look at Yao Ji.
The latter said softly: "——In my generation, there are two people with the best talents, one is called Li Queyi and the other is named Bai Yi. If people in the future have the opportunity to step out of this world, they can go and see it and say Maybe we can find a person named Li Bai - I don't know what this means. Why did Li Queyi and Bai Yi once exist in the world, so why should he be called Li Bai?"
Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time and said softly: "Maybe this is the answer that senior brother gives to the world."
Yao Ji lowered her head, looked at her own divine power that was slowly dissipating, and said slowly: "Maybe."
Chen Yunxi was still silent there. After a long time, he realized that the goddess in black skirt was slowly moving towards Tianmen. Not only those divine powers, but also the clothes of gods and ghosts that represented Gu Chu's faith were also slowly moving in the wind. Diffused.
The white-haired swordsman silently looked at the goddess who was taking off all her clothes and walking naked towards the world.
"Where is the goddess?"
Chen Yunxi seemed to have understood something, but still asked such a question sincerely.
Yao Ji walked in the moonlight and snow, and said in a calm tone: "I argued with a certain Taoist for a long time, but no one could convince me, so I want to go to the human world to see what the difference is between humans and gods and ghosts. .”
Chen Yunxi stood there in silence.
Yao Ji seemed to be laughing softly, perhaps with some expectation, which made her tone seem to have some uplifting meaning.
"I've also chosen a name. It's called Liumeiwan."
How much hate the west wind blows away the eyebrows.
This might actually be a good name.
Chen Yunxi said nothing and stood there silently, his eyes falling on the feet of this ancient Chu god and ghost.
Yao Ji is still wearing a pair of floral socks and cloth shoes from the human world.
The white-haired swordsman turned back, facing the fine snow and the bright moon that had been thrown away, and said softly:
"Walk slowly."
...
The young boy had been waiting on the ridge of the human world for a long time, and finally waited for the swords that came slowly.
Those swords staggered through the early morning light of the world as if they were drunk, and like the tails of some dogs that had been beaten for no reason, they were stuck around the young boy in aggrieved manner.
The little boy who was still awake while holding the gourd suddenly woke up when his ear was scratched. He looked at the scattered and dim swords stuck on the ground, probably full of confusion.
While rubbing his eyes, he ran to fiddle with the swords and said to himself: "Why are you all wilting? The spring breeze doesn't pity the flowers, so don't you want to be a boy's sword?"
Pinecone was still sleeping under the field ridge. They had indeed been waiting for a long time. The little squirrel had even made a lot of straw to make a nest for himself.
The little squirrel slept soundly and even kept the habit he had when he was a squirrel, subconsciously wanting to hold his big tail.
Le Chaotian was quietly looking up at the sky not far away.
In front of this thirteen-fold Taoist priest, the surroundings are filled with the charm of mountains and seas. Even in the green mountains and plains of the human world, there are faint shadows of mountains and seas emerging.
And at the feet of the Taoist, there are countless looming and flickering Taoist hexagrams.
Le Chaotian and Xie Chaoyu are both disciples of Bai Fengyu.
Naturally, it is impossible not to know the Qiankun Gua technique.
It’s just that Xie Chaoyu learned better than him.
Lu Xiaosan and the swords talked to themselves for a long time, and then finally saw the magnificent scenes not far away.
The young boy might have guessed the identity of the Taoist when he followed Le Chaotian to the White Moon Mirror in the East China Sea.
So looking at these pictures in front of me, I am naturally not surprised.
He just ran to the edge of the shadows of the mountains and seas, looked at Le Chaotian and asked in surprise: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
The Taoist did not answer the young boy's question, but just stood there with a calm expression.
Lu Xiaosan did not continue to ask, but silently looked at the hexagrams, Taoist texts and the shadows of mountains and seas.
Perhaps the Taoist really couldn't distract himself from answering the young boy's question at the moment.
Lu Xiaosan waited for a long time, so he stopped being happy and ran around the field ridge, pulling out all the scattered swords, gathering them together and putting them aside.
Now that the sword has arrived, Lu Xiaosan thought of simply putting them all into the gourd. However, such a thing would probably take a lot of joy to do. After all, the young boy could not pull out the gourd holding the sword.
The morning sun is rising slowly in the sky, as red as a persimmon.
When Lu Xiaosan thinks about the persimmons, he doesn't think about the persimmons as they wish. He only thinks about what a lively and cheerful young man he will be when he takes one bite.
The mountains in the distance were green and perhaps full of life, but what Lu Xiaosan was also thinking about was a plate of shiny fried vegetables.
When Lu Xiaosan thought of this, he shook his head crazily.
Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan, why are you so greedy?
Of course Lu Xiaosan was greedy. In order to wait for these swords to fall down, so as not to accidentally kill someone, the young boy had not eaten for a long time.
Seeing mountains and eating are never in conflict.
People always want to open the door and see what the mountains in front of them look like.
People always have to eat.
Lu Xiaosan didn't feel this way at first. It wasn't until the swords he called out for him fell to the ground that the young boy breathed a sigh of relief, and he knew he was greedy.
The young boy suddenly thought that since he knew so well what greed was, he might still be a master respected by thousands of people in the future.
It is our duty to revitalize Buddhism!
The young boy had long forgotten about being a storyteller.
Now he began to look in the mirror with his sword in his hand, imagining himself with his head shaved.
He must be drop dead handsome.
Lu Xiaosan touched his fat face with regret - as Le Chao roasted chicken and duck and had hot pot every day, Lu Xiaosan didn't realize that he had gained weight.
"Sin, sin, sin."
Lu Xiaosan clasped his hands together and spoke piously.
"What are you guilty of?"
Lu Xiaosan turned around and realized that Le Chaotian had dispersed those human charms and walked to his side.
The young boy wanted to say that he was considering becoming a great monk respected by thousands of people, but after looking at his uncle's Taoist charm that had not yet been exhausted, he thought about it and put away this idea.
After all, he is a sword cultivator and his uncle is a Taoist. If he said that he wanted to become a monk, it was probably a bit treasonous.
So the young man changed his tune sincerely.
"I remembered that during the last hot pot meal, there was a meatball at the bottom of the pot that was not fished out. This was really a huge sin."
"..."
Lu Xiaosan suddenly remembered what happened before, looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "What was Uncle Master doing just now?"
Le Chaotian raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said calmly: "It's nothing. I suddenly remembered that I wanted to calculate something in the sky."
Lu Xiaosan opened his eyes in amazement and asked, "Uncle, have you figured it out yet?"
Le Chaotian said melancholy: "Do you think I can calculate this?"
Lu Xiaosan chuckled and said, "What if Uncle Master really counts?"
Le Chaotian just laughed softly and said: "It's better to calculate than to calculate, and it's better not to calculate. The more you calculate, the more unclear you are. Why are you throwing all these swords here?"
"Oh." Lu Xiaosan turned to look at the swords and said seriously: "I think there can be more swords in the gourd. Uncle Master, please help me stuff them all in."
Le Chaotian said helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it when we have time."
"Uncle Master, aren't you free now?"
"I'm free, but you also know that things in heaven are not so easy to calculate."
"so?"
"So I was actually injured."
Lu Xiaosan looked at the lively Le Chaotian suspiciously.
The latter opened the Taoist robe melancholy, and the young boy discovered that this uncle had left a lot of sword marks at some point, and blood was slowly oozing there.
Of course things in heaven cannot be reckoned with.
Lu Xiaosan didn't hesitate any longer.
"Let's go have a hot pot first to calm down the shock." Le Chaotian said sincerely.
Lu Xiaosan suddenly became energetic, picked up the gourd and the sword together, and then remembered the pine cones sleeping under the ridge of the field, and ran over to them.
But when the little boy ran there, he was suddenly stunned.
He seemed to suddenly remember that he had forgotten something.
Lu Xiaosan silently looked at the little native dog held in his arms by Pinecone as his big tail, and said softly:
"So you are here, Cao Weiying."
