A beautiful red dress with clear snow,
His sleeves fluttered with cold tears.
Three taels of silver pot with warm plum blossoms,
The wind blows all around and calls people back...
Pingle, dressed in red, was dancing with a sword in the snow, and the falling snow on his sleeves was like tears falling in the cold.
Min An was warming his plum wine on the side, watching the imperial sister dressed in red playing in the snow in the vast white field, with deep confusion in her eyes.
"How long have you been in this barrier?" Min An looked at the wine glass in his hand, which also reflected the white sky.
"It seems...I can't remember clearly."
The man in red seemed to be tired of dancing, so he turned around and sat down in front of Min An. He looked at the confusion reflected in Min An's glass of wine and sighed slowly.
"Sister Huang..." Min An poured a glass of wine from the pot and placed it in front of Pingle, and asked softly, "Has your sword heart ever been confused?"
Pingle took the glass and took a sip, put the empty glass back, and calmly shook his head: "No!"
"What is the purpose of your sword to cut off?" Min An asked.
Pingle looked at Min An and asked slowly: "Who said that the sword's heart must be beheaded?"
"What is that?" Min An was confused.
"The heart of the sword is the heart of the sword. It can be cut or defended. I will cut off the things you want to cut off and guard the people I want to guard." Pingle said calmly.
Min An paused for a moment, then looked at Pingle in front of him and said slowly: "Third Senior Sister, you woke up early, right?"
Pingle nodded silently.
"Why don't you go back?" Min An asked.
"Because you haven't figured it out yet, I am Kenshin and I can help you!"
Min An nodded, looked at the white snow in the sky, and said softly: "Third Senior Sister, maybe you can look after this country for me? I want to go out and see it again!"
"This is just an illusion. Why do you care about these false things? Can't the country just let him go?" Pingle asked.
Min An looked into the distance and saw that there seemed to be three or two children playing in the snow. The adults came out and patted away the snow water carried by the children's rolling bodies.
After a few words of explanation, the child naughtily rushed into the snow and started playing with his friends.
"Look at this world... it's so real. Is it really just a lie?"
Pingle looked at the people in the distance who were bound to each other, and he was also confused in his heart.
"Perhaps human life is just a dream. Is it possible that the gorgeous scenery we see outside is still a dream?"
"Life is like a dream, and dreams are like life..."
"If it's really just a dream, then why isn't the person who created the dream very affectionate?"
Pingle shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Who created this dream?"
Min An shook his head and smiled: "Who knows? It could be you, it could be me."
"Maybe it's the dream of thousands of living beings?"
"Even if it's just a dream...why don't we finish this dream? Give those who are in the dream a thought..."
Pingle turned around and stared blankly at Min An, who was full of charm.
"This dream...has made you grow a lot!"
Pingle looked back at the imperial city and nodded: "I will keep an eye on this dream world for you. You can go and find your way with peace of mind..."
This year, Princess Pingle acted as an agent in the government.
This year, Min'an left the imperial city again.
This year, Min'an went to Jiangnan again...
...
In the Ghost Gate of God's Domain, on the bluestone steps of the altar.
The three of them had woken up, Cheng Anan and Dao Hua were the first to wake up, and they saw Ning Baixue in a white dress.
"Saint daughter of the Holy Sect?"
Cheng Anan saw that Ning Baixue had not yet woken up, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He reached back and took out a thick wooden stick from somewhere.
Cheng Anan slowly approached Ning Baixue with a wooden stick, but was pulled back by Dao Hua.
"What are you going to do?" Dao Hua looked at Cheng Anan's actions and asked with confusion.
"Knock on the sap." Cheng Anan replied matter-of-factly.
The corners of Dao Hua's mouth twitched and he asked with black lines on his head: "Why did you hit her sap?"
"She is a saint from the Holy Sect! I think the Holy Sect is unhappy. The people of the Holy Sect are too pretentious. I knock every one I see." Cheng Anan said calmly.
"But you took advantage of people's consciousness to sneak attack while they were still in the pass. Isn't it a bit cunning?" Dao Hua asked.
"What does this have to do with it? Everyone from the Holy Sect can get it and 'knock' it!"
Cheng An'an smiled evilly, shook off the hand held by Dao Hua, and slowly approached Ning Baixue.
Dao Hua shook his head and covered his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see such a cruel and bloody scene.
Cheng Anan walked up to Ning Baixue with a grin, raised the thick stick in his hand and was about to strike, when he saw Ning Baixue slowly opening her eyes, looking at her with a pair of bright eyes full of confusion.
Cheng Anan turned to gesture with the wooden stick in his hand towards the pillar of the pavilion on the side, turned to look at Dao Hua and said:
"Look at me and say that the pillars of this pavilion are made of rosewood, right? They are exactly the same as the rosewood in my hand..."
Dao Hua was confused for a moment, and when he saw Cheng Anan winking wildly, he immediately agreed:
"Probably not. The color of the rosewood in your hand is lighter than that of this pillar. I still think this pillar is made of pine wood!"
"No way, I think it's just rosewood!"
"Red sandalwood is too expensive, who will use it to build the pavilion?"
"Bluestone is expensive! Aren't they all under our feet?"
"What you said makes sense to me."
"says......"
Ning Baixue looked at the two people arguing back and forth. How could she be so smart and not see that this was an act?
However, she did not expose it. She was indifferent by nature, and it seemed that everything was not important in her heart.
He didn't value mortals or reason, which led to the conflict with Su Mo in the palace.
Because mortals and reason are nothing but nothingness in her eyes, only Tao and sect are the things that she insists on in her heart.
She has always been like a machine without self, just for cultivation and sect.
But after meeting Su Mo only a few times, and later even spending several years with him day and night in that illusion, his calm Taoist heart had already been shaken.
Therefore, after regaining consciousness in the illusion, he still stayed with Su Mo for several years.
Ning Baixue looked at Su Mo who was still in his dream, sighed slightly, and slowly sat down in front of the stone table. The eyes looking at Su Mo were full of extremely complicated emotions.
"Huh?" Cheng An, who had been arguing with Dao Hua for a long time, calmed down and looked at Ning Baixue, who was staring at the sleeping Ning, feeling surprised in his heart.
Why does Ning Baixue look like this? It seems a little different from the impression.
In Cheng Anan's impression, Ning Baixue had no friends and was extremely indifferent...
But why does Ning Baixue seem different today than before?
"How long will it take for them to wake up?" Dao Hua and Cheng An'an also sat down, looking at Su Mo and Gu Yu who were still sleeping, Cheng An'an asked to himself.
"That's right! The understanding is too poor, unlike us who woke up early!" Dao Hua curled his lips and said, seeming to have forgotten that he relied on Su Mo to help him wake up.
Ning Baixue looked at Dao Hua and said slowly: "He has already regained consciousness!"
For some reason, when she heard Dao Hua say this, she immediately felt uncomfortable and spoke involuntarily.
Cheng Anan and Dao Hua were stunned.
"Then what is he still doing in there?"
Ning Baixue looked at Su Mo and spoke slowly:
"Seeking the way..."
...
Min'an went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, without stopping on the way, but headed all the way to Taoshan in his memories.
But... among the three thousand scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, none of them is Peach Mountain.
That Taoshan seems to have never appeared, it seems to be just Min An's dream within a dream.
"What am I looking for?"
In the end, Min'an never found the Peach Mountain in his memory again in Jiangnan, and then he stopped clinging to Peach Mountain and began to walk the world alone.
Wind and flowers, snow and moon, morning dew, dusk...
Mountains, rivers, animal language, human language...
There are all kinds of scenery in the world, none of them are what I want to think about.
There are thousands of emotions in the world, and they are all just what you want.
It seems that nothing he sees is what he is looking for, and everything he hears is what he wants to see.
"Everything seems right, but neither seems right..."
Min An is addicted to the human world, but cannot transcend it...
On this day, continuous heavy rain hit and the river swelled.
The people walked to the river and stood there in the rain. The turbid river water kept hitting the river bank. From time to time, the waves rose up into the sky under the obstruction of the river bank, and then fell into the river.
The sound of rushing water in the river echoed across both sides of the river, but it was masked by the sound of pattering rain in the distance.
It seems that only the people standing by the river can hear about the dangers in the river.
"The scenery I see is only what I see with my eyes." Min An shook his head and sighed.
"But I tried to find the way with the scenery I saw, but I ended up falling short!"
"People in the world benefit from the five senses, but they are also trapped by the five senses."
“People cannot see what is beyond their sight, and they cannot hear what is beyond their ears.”
"This is how human cognition is, limited by the five senses! If I only see what I can see, I will never find my way!" BIquGe.biz
"My Tao...is not just a flower or a grass, a thing or an object!"
"The limitations of my five senses cannot bear the limitlessness of my search for the Tao!"
Min An looked back blankly and left disappointed.
Just after taking two steps, Min An suddenly stopped and looked back...
He saw a piece of driftwood floating in the rushing river. The branches of the driftwood seemed to be stuck by the rocks at the bottom of the river, causing the driftwood to hover in the river.
There were several unnamed strange beasts on the driftwood, and there were also several strange beasts in the river below the driftwood.
It seems that the driftwood can no longer withstand any more strange beasts. If any more strange beasts get on the tree, the driftwood will sink or be washed away by the rapid river water.
The alien beasts in the river desperately want to climb up the driftwood, and the alien beasts on the driftwood desperately try to stop the alien beasts in the river from climbing up the driftwood.
"This is a dead end!" A voice sounded from behind Min An.
Min An turned around and saw an old man holding two chess pieces looking at him with a smile.
"Young people have met your predecessors!" Min An bowed and saluted with fists clasped.
This man was the old man playing chess alone that Min An met in the depths of Taoshan that year!
The old man waved his hand, looked at the scenery in the river and said slowly:
"The driftwood can only withstand the few alien beasts that are already on the driftwood. If another alien beast gets on the driftwood, the driftwood will sink."
"So... if the alien beasts on the driftwood want to survive, they cannot let the alien beasts in the water get on the driftwood again."
"But... if the alien beasts under the driftwood want to survive, they can only desperately climb up the driftwood for a chance of survival."
"You can't judge this matter in terms of good and evil or right or wrong, it's just different positions..."
"This is a dead end. From what they can see, one party will die eventually."
"Or both die!"
"Limited by what they see, they only have two choices!"
Min An turned around and looked at the scene of fierce fighting in the river, slightly lost in thought.
"This world is like a river. One day the water will rise and wash away all living things!" The old man looked at the river and said slowly, his words were mysterious and mysterious.
"The driftwood is like the fairy road today, narrow and shaky."
"Those strange beasts are just like living creatures, they just want to survive!"
"But someone is going to die eventually, and who would want to die?"
"But if we let it go, they will all die!"
Min An looked confused and slowly said, "Isn't there a way to have both ends?"
The old man looked at Min An with a smile and said nothing.
Min An looked back into the river, and saw a life-and-death dispute rising up and down among the driftwood in the fast-flowing river. It seemed to be an unsolvable situation.
Suddenly, Min An swayed violently, turned his head to look at the old man, and asked:
"The river is like the great world, the driftwood is like the fairy road, and the strange animals are like the living people... What about us?"
"What about us who are looking at the river in the distance...?"
The old man burst out laughing, looking at the rain falling continuously in the dark sky, and handed the black piece from the two chess pieces in his hand to Su Mo:
"We are the ones playing chess!"
Min An took the sunspot, his heart was like thunder, and he turned back to look at the river.
Suddenly, it seemed that the river in front of me was no longer just the river in my eyes...
Everything I see in front of me becomes blurry, but yet so clear...
"What can the chess player... do?" Min An asked in a daze.
The old man touched his beard and said slowly: "The chess player must also follow the rules of all things. You cannot turn all the strange beasts in the river into chess players and let them come ashore."
"However, you can choose to kill one of them..."
"For example, kill the strange beasts in the river and let the strange beasts on the driftwood survive."
"Or, kill the strange beasts on the driftwood and let the strange beasts in the river get on the driftwood!"
Min An shook his head: "Neither of these two is my choice..."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said quietly: "That's troublesome. If this continues, they will all die!"
Min An looked at the scene in the river, and the Tao in his heart was mixed with the scene in front of him. It seemed that if he could not untie the knot, he would not be able to imprint the obsession in his heart.
As time passed, it seemed that the branches of the driftwood could no longer support the dispute between the two groups of strange beasts above and below the driftwood.
Min An stretched out his hands in a daze, and looking at his own hands, Min An suddenly woke up.
Min An turned his head, looked at the old man, and gently returned the black chess piece.
"Actually... there is another option!" Min An smiled.
"Oh? What other options do you have?" the old man asked with a smile.
"The chess player goes down the river..."
"...Hold up that piece of driftwood!"
"Which chess player is willing to go into the river?" the old man asked.
Min An looked at the driftwood, and the picture began to blur.
When he looked again, the strange beast on the driftwood turned into a face familiar to Deputy Min An.
Girl, senior sister, senior brother, dean, Ying Wang and his wife...
Those are his ties and attachments!
"I do!"
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