Who in this world... can lead that person in the right direction?
Lord of heaven and earth, personal teacher, benevolent, righteous, propriety, wisdom and trust.
Three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
It rained all over the sky. Turning the sultry night into coolness.
However, the man in white, sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed in the bamboo house, was still sweating uncontrollably.
His face became increasingly pale, and his body was already trembling, causing the entire wooden bed to creak, and then the entire wooden house to tremble.
This sound was as loud as thunder in this silent forest. It even alarmed the residents on the other side.
In the night, there was a flash of bright red that shocked the wind and the rain.
A woman in red walked out of the house and looked up towards the other side.
There was some confusion and nervousness in her expression. On the other side of the river, there lived a person.
That person was very important to her, and even to the entire clan. This sound like thunder and thunder comes from the place where the visitor lives.
In this quiet night, such a loud noise would naturally wake everyone up from their sleep.
One after another, figures walked out of the house one after another, their eyes falling on the other side.
"Master Chu..."
With such a commotion, they were worried that the hero and mentor of their clan had made a mistake in his practice and gone crazy.
Although they were worried in their hearts, they still knew that for the Immortal Clan, once something went wrong while practicing, they would not allow others to disturb them.
You can only rely on yourself for everything. If they go, it will only make matters worse.
Everything can only be relied on by the man in white. But they didn't know that the man in white didn't make a mistake in his practice.
Because the man in white didn't practice any martial arts from beginning to end. It's just a matter of meditation. Now it's a nightmare.
Same dream. It seems to be the same real scene.
Those despairs have been deeply rooted in the heart, touching the nerves, and have caused the man in white to collapse and despair.
I was sweating profusely, soaking my whole body and the whole bed.
He was struggling in the dream, trying to escape from the sea of blood. Countless cries of despair had already made him exhausted.
He didn't know why this voice of despair kept filling his ears, as if those people were right next to him.
Those people died beside themselves...
This bloody light lasted for a long time. It seems like forever.
For a long time, those sounds lingered. But suddenly, two words exploded in his mind like thunder.
There are those two words again.
go back.
When this sound appeared, the man in white suddenly trembled.
This tremble was followed by another trembling of the eyelashes.
After these two words, the sea of blood finally began to fade away. Those desperate voices gradually became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, the man in white was finally able to break free.
The sounds around him stopped, followed by the sound of heavy breathing.
The man in white opened his eyes.
It was already late at night, and the rain that had fallen earlier had stopped.
The sweltering heat in the room came again, and the sweat on my body never stopped.
The man in white felt severe pain in his head and held his head for a long time. It wasn't until midnight that I regained consciousness.
"Three times...the same dream..."
Today's dream was exactly the same as the previous two days, with the same scenery and the same sound.
The man in white had a feeling in his heart that perhaps, this dream would continue in the future. This continues and will last until the moment of death.
He felt suffocated and wanted to leave the cramped room.
The man in white left the bamboo house without changing his clothes. Feeling the coolness from all directions, the depressing feeling was relieved a lot.
He turned around and raised his head, looking at the hill not far away, and walked towards it without thinking too much.
To get rid of worries, looking far and high is one way.
On the mountain trails, there is dew on the leaves, like dust washing, preventing dust from falling from all directions.
In the room behind her, candlelight illuminated the small window. Stretching his figure longer and longer.
The man in white clothes with black hair, dripping with sweat, walked towards the mountain.
His shadow is slender in the candlelight and under the moonlight. Finally came to the mountain.
When standing on the mountain, the man seemed to have forgotten something. He was lost in his thoughts again, and he didn't come back from his thoughts until a big white tiger rushed towards him from the bottom of the mountain.
The man in white jumped up, sat on the back of the white tiger, and looked at the sky.
This view lasts until dawn.
The people on the other side still stood motionless.
"Saint..." Someone glanced at the woman in red standing at the front, hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
The woman nodded and said: "Sir, I will go and check it out alone. You guys wait here first."
There were footsteps again at the bottom of the mountain. As the man in white looked, a line of red clothes adorned the dim light of the day.
This is a woman in red.
The woman in red came to him, secretly relieved, then raised her head and smiled: "Sir,
I'm here to ask about yesterday's question. "
The man in white thought for a while, and the similar questions seemed to disappear in his mind, but he still answered: "What does the life and death of the people in the world have to do with me?"
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Another night, another night of dreams. The man in white was once again deeply immersed in that dream, heard the cry of despair, and saw the boom, but he only knew how many times he had dreamed it.
Once, twice, three times...five times. Today is the ninth day.
One hundred and thirty-sixth day, one hundred and thirty-sixth time, the same dream.
The suffocation of dreams always made him go to the mountains and feel the coolness after the rain, which relieved him a lot. Stand until the sun breaks.
Then, the woman in red came and asked a question.
Deja vu. It seems that someone came to ask many years ago, maybe it is this woman in front of me.
But he replied that he would never go against his true intentions. That is, what does the life and death of people in the world have to do with him?
He told him that he would rather bear the infamy of the whole world than help him.
It was getting faster in the rain, and I was sweating profusely in the coolness.
The man woke up from his dream again, and the strong suffocation made him flee the house.
Follow the coolness from all directions and listen to the breeze blowing around the trees. The leaves fall in the wind and whistle softly.
The man in white clothes walked on the mountain road, taking advantage of the wind to dry the moisture on his back.
When he reached the mountainside, it was almost slightly dry, and the stickiness dissipated, which made him feel much better.
But when he was approaching the mountain, his footsteps suddenly stopped and stopped where he was.
Through the moonlight, the man in white could vaguely see a figure sitting under the shadow of a tree in the distance.
"who is it?"
This is his area, and no one will disturb him except a woman. Logically speaking, in the dead of night, no one else would come here except myself.
No one answered.
The man in white thought for a while, then walked forward with his feet raised. As it gets closer, it becomes clearer.
That's not the shadow of a tree, but a real person.
What he saw from the back was a white-haired man.
What the man in white saw was an old man, a hunchbacked old man.
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