Human nature is not really real. ~

Embark on the road of truth-seeking and seek the truest self, either trapped in the established destiny and resigned, or break the fate and rejuvenate yourself.

Jiang Feng thought to himself, that Qiu Zhenyan must have too much unwillingness, and when he embarked on the road of seeking truth, he must have planned to break through himself.

"What about me, do I want to embark on this road?" Jiang Feng asked himself.

No one can truly recognize themselves, not even sages, and there is always a dark side of human nature that is unknown and not known to oneself.

That kind of side, whether exposed under the noses of others or under your own eyes, is never a good thing. And, in addition to the pros and cons, the most important test of this kind of truth-seeking is courage and self-acceptance.

This may be because I heard from Feng Feifei that very few of the top ten young masters in the past would take this path.

As Feng Feifei said, this is not a road that must be taken, and everyone who is ready to embark on this road must think twice!

However, Jiang Feng quickly decided to embark on this path, his state of mind has never been completely detached, this is also the tenth sword intent of the Qiushui sword, in the end, it can only be consummated, but not perfect.

If you want to be perfect, you must have a deeper self-awareness, it can be said that this road is basically prepared for Jiang Feng, how can Jiang Feng give up and go on?

One step forward, Jiang Feng's figure disappeared in an instant.

The objects in front of him shook and were foggy, and when the sight in front of him became clear, the scene that appeared in front of Jiang Feng's eyes was no longer that wasteland.

He was on the top of a mountain, so high and majestic that he stood on it as if he could touch the white clouds of the sky with his raised hand.

It's just that the first second was still a white cloud, and the next second, the white cloud suddenly turned black, and the dark clouds came from the top, and the breath of wind and rain was extremely pressing.

The mountain peaks are blowing, extremely cold, blowing on the face, like a needle prick, rolling in the black clouds, muffled thunder looms, lightning is like a swimming dragon, swimming in the clouds, devouring people at any time.

Jiang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the scene in front of him, for some reason, such a scene was actually vague, giving him a rather familiar feeling.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Feng's face changed greatly.

Tianyuan Continent, Thunder Pillar Peak, Thunder, Lightning, Tribulation, Shantai Fairy......

"This ...... What's going on?" Jiang Feng was taken aback, and his face changed.

At this moment, there was a thunderous sound, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and the thunder fell, slashing towards Jiang Feng, and the piercing pain made Jiang Feng feel unbearable pain all over his body.

"Heavenly Tribulation!" Jiang Feng muttered to himself, his face dark.

This is the catastrophe he has experienced, and it is a past that he has not been willing to recall in detail, but now, it is presented naked in front of his eyes.

The thunderstorm landed, one after another, containing an endless aura of destruction, wanting to completely tear Jiang Feng apart, Jiang Feng was bathed in the thunderstorm, and half of his body was almost destroyed.

"Give me back!"

Jiang Feng shouted, holding a bloodthirsty sword, and slashed into the sky with a sword.

But the sword qi in the sky, under such a thunderstorm, was like a stone in the sea, unable to set off waves at all, and it was annihilated in an instant.

Jiang Feng was bathed in thunder, his whole body was scorched black, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

"My life was destroyed by this thunderstorm, I was born by this thunderstorm, and I will still die from this thunderstorm in the end!" Jiang Feng grinned, with indescribable bitterness.

The thunder piled up, and the black thunderclouds, at some point, showed a black and purple color, which was a sign of purple divine thunder.

"Boom!"

The purple divine thunder descended, a white-clothed figure, suddenly came, it was the Shantai fairy, the Lantai fairy appeared, rushed towards the purple divine thunder, trying to use his body to block the power of the thunder for Jiang Feng.

However, how can a mere body be able to stop it?

The Tantai fairy fell from mid-air, Jiang Feng subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but it was nothing, and he didn't touch anything.

Then, the purple divine thunder fell on Jiang Feng's body, Jiang Feng's consciousness was greatly damaged, his mind was disillusioned, and another divine thunder came, Jiang Feng was unable to support it, and fell to the ground with a bang, leaving only a wisp of Yuan Shen, floating away with the wind.

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The past experience is vividly vivid, and it happened to Jiang Feng again, Jiang Feng twitched all over, and at some point in the corner of his mouth, a trace of blood overflowed.

"Dead?"

Time, I don't know how long it has passed, Jiang Feng whispered to himself.

"Aren't you dead?"

The sound of sighing came out, Jiang Feng's closed eyes opened, he glanced at this day, looked at this place, he was not at the top of Thunder Pillar Peak, he was still in the disorderly scattered stones, he didn't seem to have experienced anything, but he seemed to have experienced everything.

"The most real old thing, the most real tragedy!" After a long time, Jiang Feng sighed in a low voice, and there was a bit of indescribable emotion on his resolute face.

The wind blows through the wasteland, whimpering, like a sad song, a sad song burying the past.

Jiang Feng took a light breath and forcibly stabilized his feelings, he knew that this was just the beginning, and next, what he had to face would be more scars being torn.

This is a path of truth-seeking, seeking the most authentic self.

He had embarked on this path, and then, for himself, there was no secret at all. Unless he turns back, but there is no turning back.

On the road to truth-seeking, the concept of time and space is virtualized.

Jiang Feng is experiencing, reminiscing, every experience, every memory, is tearing open the scars of the past, and blood is dripping.

I don't know how much I've experienced, and I don't know how much I've recalled, Jiang Feng's face is all depicted with traces of Mu Ran.

"The heart of man is a barren land, just like that wasteland!" Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

All experiences, all memories, no matter how unforgettable, will be diluted and forgotten at a certain time.

Not all of them are not beautiful, there are also beautiful, nostalgic, and evocative, but all of them are the same, and slowly only a faint impression remains, and eventually disappears.

"I've been through so much, what is the most real?" Jiang Feng pondered, puzzled.

His life was unabashedly dissected, and he examined it again and again, but he found that he still didn't really know himself.

He is on a path to understanding himself, but he still can't understand himself, what is going on?

Jiang Feng walked in the wasteland, the wasteland area is quite large, but if he goes at this speed, whether he walks slowly or fast, there will always be a place to the end, but Jiang Feng has been walking, and he has never reached the end.

"Maybe the end of life is the end of life, and it is impossible for a person to make a prediction in advance, and I will never reach the end of the wasteland now. Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

He had an epiphany, not about himself, but about this wasteland.

This wasteland is like a mirror, and people can clearly see their own mirror image through the mirror.

And that mirror image is life.

"Since I can't make it to the end, why am I still walking?" Jiang Feng slowed down and said to himself.

"No, that's not right!" Soon, Jiang Feng shook his head.

In a lifetime, unless the end of one's life, one is always walking, either physically walking, or spiritually walking, endlessly, endlessly, and there will never be a time to stop.

"I'm walking, and that's life. Jiang Feng said to himself again.

Jiang Feng walked forward with a resolute expression.

Walking is a kind of life, but what I have to experience here is definitely not just this kind of life, which is too monotonous.

"My past has been dissected, it is a memory, an inscription, and it is also life. Soon, Jiang Feng came to his senses.

"Life, all kinds of different people, is a different life, the road taken, the things experienced, the people you know, and even, doing nothing, thinking about nothing, it's all life!"

"People can be divided into groups, life, but is a vast concept, it is difficult to say, whose life is more exciting, because you are not someone else, the child is not a fish, how to know the joy of fish?"

Jiang Feng kept walking, kept thinking, and the angle of his thinking, starting from himself, gradually radiated, and finally returned to the cycle of the four seasons, the nature of heaven and earth.

"The grass and trees withered, the grass and trees were green, the rivers dried up, the rivers rose, and all things lived and multiplied...... The vicissitudes of the sea, the mountains and the reclamation ......"

One side mirrors, a hundred kinds of life.

Jiang Feng's footsteps finally stopped, this road is endless, no one knows when to stop, but as long as he is willing, he can stop at any time.

Jiang Feng stopped walking, he looked down and saw a messy stone, under the stone was an ant nest, it was going to rain, and the ants were lining up in a long line to move.

Jiang Feng saw an unknown weed between the cracks in the stones, there was a lack of nutrients here, and the weeds grew barrenly, but they struggled to take root and sprout, and they would always absorb the nutrients they needed.

Jiang Feng also saw the traces of the rain washing, a drop of rain can never penetrate a stone, but 10,000 drops can, if 10,000 drops can, 100,000 drops can.

Life is a kind of change, and it is not others who change, but yourself, even if you and others are the same, the world is naturally changing.

What Jiang Feng saw was what he saw with his naked eyes, no longer changing, but still changing.

Jiang Feng fell cross-legged, closed his eyes, and emptied his senses.

Everything is changing, and the only thing that does not change is himself, which is the most essential return.

He was completely enlightened, the spiritual world was completely detached, this road has not yet come to an end, but the place where he is the end of this road.

The spiritual world is detached, Jiang Feng's mood is broken, ten percent sword intent, and it is perfect.

After the sword intent was complete, Jiang Feng got up and walked again, there was a wasteland in front of him, scattered in chaos and disorder, weeds growing, and the vitality was pitiful.

Jiang Feng stepped into it, his expression was leisurely, walking and walking, Jiang Feng saw a face, a face that was extremely beautiful, it was undoubtedly a face that was extremely unfamiliar.

At the same time, the owner of that face also looked at Jiang Feng, his beautiful eyes widened, full of disbelief, and then he saw that face suddenly turned around, and a loud scream resounded in this wasteland!I527