In the spine, from top to bottom, it is cold in some places and hot in other places.

As the saying goes, half sea, half fire.

The whole body was also in pain, accompanied by numbness and spasms, so that Xu Guangling's hands or legs would shake out of thin air and involuntarily for a moment or a while.

Xu Guangling ignored these things.

The pain in his body, which was unbearable for even a moment for ordinary people, was like a breeze blowing on his face to him.

It's not that the perception is blocked, but because of two reasons.

One is that in my previous life, I experienced an itch that was more unbearable than pain, an itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The second is the cause of the mind and consciousness.

Whether it is ignorance or fear, these will magnify the pain in the body without limit, but these emotions are not available to Xu Guangling, and because of this, he can feel the pain in his body indifferently and quietly.

Just experience.

So much for.

How can this pain in the body offset and cover up the great joy that bursts from the depths of the body and mind because of the great harvest?

Body.

Sit quietly, leaning slightly against the tree.

Heart.

The mind is all constricted, and it seems to be the underworld.

But Xu Guangling's "life" is flying, flying in the endless wilderness.

There was a high blue sky, there were flowers and plants all over the mountains, and there were butterflies and bees that were free, and at this time, he mixed in with those butterflies and bees, and became one of them.

Not an eleven-year-old teenager.

Not an ordinary person whose body is on the verge of collapse.

Not a bulk.

Not a Grand Master.

......

None of these are these, etc., or none.

At this time, it makes no difference whether he is a grass or a flower, a butterfly or a bee.

It does not affect him to feel the creation, to enjoy the creation, and to revel in it.

Living deep in the city, spring goes to summer and is still clear.

Providence is merciful to the grass, and the world is sunny at night.

And add a high pavilion, micro note small window.

After the nest dries, the flying body is lighter.

Like a butterfly, like a bee, like a bird, flying, flying in creation, and flying in this little poem by Li Yishan, Xu Guangling sat under the tree and slept all night.

The days that followed, just like that.

Xu Guangling did not order the fourth incense, but he did not instruct Xu Tonghui to prepare new potions or incense sticks to help his body.

He just calmly watched the power of death and the power of life in his body, fighting in blood.

The power of death is far greater than the power of life, except for the core of the spine, the whole body has fallen.

After the forces of death completely occupied the limbs, viscera, qi and blood, they did not stop there, but continued to destroy the occupied area.

Once this destruction is allowed to continue, it is complete necrosis of the body except for the spine.

Of course, the power of life does not allow this kind of behavior to spread and rage, and it guards the spine and guards the last resistance of life, and it is extremely difficult and extremely difficult to sprinkle the insignificant vitality on the whole body like water.

That's not a salvation at all, let alone a battle.

That is, under the best of his ability, desperately trying to maintain the final bottom line.

Under such circumstances, Xu Guangling entered Bigu.

Active, but also forced.

Even if it was the perfect tonic soup they had been eating before, it was truly all-round nourishing without bringing any extra burden to the body, and at this time, it was completely unsuitable for this body.

The viscera has completely lost the ability to digest and transform.

Any nourishment, entering the body, will only bring help to the power of death, and the power of life will not help at all.

Under such circumstances, his body quickly emaciated.

And the exposed skin has also become extremely wrinkled, and under the skin, it is even more obviously dull and dark, which is many times worse than those old people.

Accompanying the side, Xu Tonghui's nose even smelled the rotten and foul smell coming from Xu Guangling's body.

And this breath is getting worse day by day.

In addition to being extremely worried, Xu Tonghui really couldn't figure out what happened to the young master.

Xu Guangling was intoxicated by the spring breeze.

His body was wailing.

His life is smiling.

The physical situation is indeed difficult.

It's really tough.

But the flame of life has been flickering.

Man and heaven and earth, or in other words, man and creation, in this critical situation, joined hands to resist and persevere.

When there is no way to retreat, it is probably really a death that will not retreat.

Because even if you take a step back, you will die.

Xu Guangling watched quietly.

Not him.

It's it.

It's this body.

In this desperate situation, even if it is really desperate, it is still fighting bloodily.

There is a retreat, but there is no retreat to the end.

Even if the positions fall piece by piece, the periphery falls, the main body falls, the center falls, and the operation falls...... The core, the last small position, is still holding on.

It is only possible to be captured, not to be abandoned.

There is only death, not abandonment.

That's life.

This is creation.

This is also what life and creation, on the edge of life and death, are shown to Xu Guangling.

Xu Guangling was not moved, but just took it for granted. - If it is not such an appearance, what kind of "life" and "creation" are we talking about.

It's not transcendence.

It's just "original".

Whether it's life or creation, that's what it is!

That's how it should be!

In the past, he knew a little about it, but at that time, it was half inference, half self-encouragement, and only a small point was discovery.

And now, there is no inference, no self-encouragement.

There was no interference from "him".

Life, creation, is so straightforwardly shown to him, presented to him.

Let him see.

Directly, completely, thoroughly, see.

While showing and presenting all this, they seem to be asking him, "Did you see that?"

Yes, I saw it.

Xu Guangling said silently.

Say it to yourself.

Say to life.

Said to the creation.

Then, smile.

An unswerving smile to death.

Life and creation are exactly such a form, such an original, that is worth everything for him to change, to improve, to move forward.

He, it, it.

He, life, creation.

From this day forward, they are standing together, and there is no power that can separate them, any.

You stick to the bottom line, and I'll break the ceiling.

Together, we will create that future.

This is the Trinity, and this is the "Great Way".

From this day on, the old way will go, and the new way will stand.

The old way is my way.

And the new way is not only my way, but also the way of heaven, people and nature are unique, and people and heaven have never been divided.

"Hold the hand of the son, and walk with the son. ”

"But there is still one breath, and we do not divide. ”

Another evening, Xu Guangling sat under the tree and said in his heart.

This is a very old but never-fading love story.

He said to himself, to life, and to creation.