Time flickered, three days had passed, and the mountain rain had stopped, no longer moistening the mountains and rivers. It's just that after the mountain rain, there is a fresh atmosphere, which makes everything more vibrant.

The bamboo house in the mountains seems more silent, and there is no longer the figure of the young man in the past.

Next to the bamboo house, a bamboo twisted slightly, perhaps because of the moisture of the rain, the whole bamboo has emerged many tender green shoots, full of vitality.

On top of a young shoot, a drop of crystal water slowly slided, perhaps it was the dew after the rain! Or perhaps it was a heavy teardrop from a very sad heart! The newborn little shoot, as if unable to bear the weight of the droplets, finally bent down and caused the droplets to slip down.

"Ding"

The droplets of water dripped and melted into a small puddle, causing a slight ripple, and the water waves were dissipated and disappeared beside a young man.

The young man is Su Chen, who was lying here three days ago, and he has been in a single position, motionless. Whether it is the mountain rain and mountain wind, or the flowing butterflies and fireflies, or maybe the combination of hunger and cold, it has never moved half a minute.

It was as if this twelve-year-old boy had lost all thoughts of life and was no longer nostalgic for the world.

Not to mention a twelve-year-old boy, even if a mature adult man has experienced all the things that happened to the teenager, he may be hanging from the neck.

In front of the bamboo house, Su Chen, who seemed motionless, never stagnated the memory pictures in his mind, back and forth, over and over again, scene by scene, even a sentence, all of which kept playing out in his mind, and he didn't dare to leave out a little, because it was something that he could never get in this life again.

Su Chen's originally numb consciousness became even more unconscious. Maybe just like that, dying in memory is the best farewell ceremony!

The first sun, the slanting sun, the world in the shadow is constantly changing, this moment is the seventh day, Su Chen is still lying there as always, like a humanoid stone, without the flow of life breath.

Is it dead?

It is rumored in the world that there are miraculous powers of the flesh and bones of the living dead, and there is a miraculous medicine that can lead to immortality after taking a bite, but these are just rumors after all, and they cannot be believed! But in the world, there is a good medicine that is recognized by all sentient beings, that is

"Time"

An extremely wounded soul can be solved by not the inspirational words of the ancients, the exemplary experience of the predecessors, or the words and deeds of others.

First, it is very simple, a piece of red silk, or a cliff, with a closed eye and a ruthless heart, you can.

So there is no circulation everywhere in this world, the little lady of a certain family met a negative man, crying for many days, so the door did not go out, the second door did not step, and finally I didn't understand, rewarded myself with a piece of red silk, hastily done. What else is an infatuated man who jumps off a cliff helplessly, what is finding a coffin and burying himself alive. The big river is turbulent, and the past dynasty is long, but there are many of them, so they don't come together.

Second, the course of treatment is long, do not be impatient, the heart is wide and horizontal or my heart is broken, need to self-treatment under the effect of time, self-enlightenment, adaptation, self-confidence, can be cured.

Seven days, seven days later, Su Chen, who recalled the past, was still surrounded by various memories, but in his mind that wanted to explode, several strange voices gradually came:

"It's been 12 years in the world, and it's coming to an end!

"After all kinds of tribulations, was he defeated like this?

"Once in the world, where does it come from, who is the relative, but I don't know, it's really unfilial!"

"The body of a man, with his iron bones, failed to stand proudly in the wind, but he had to die silently, which is really sad!"

"In reincarnation, once separated from someone, do you want to accompany her?

"Once ambitious, common vows, is this life going to be empty words?

More and more voices began to echo, stimulating Su Chen's mind, stimulating his numb consciousness, gradually, his unconscious consciousness began to slowly react, the eyes that had not been opened for seven days, at this moment, also began to slowly open, no longer completely occupied by the void, a little bit, a trace of essence appeared in his eyes, exuding hope.

Su Chen's blood-scabbed, cracked lips moved slightly, as if he was struggling to whisper weakly:

The blue waves are eternal, Jiang Feng autumn moon, but the body is like duckweed, still floating, the remnant sun and evening wind, the rain beats the pingweed and floats away.

A drop in the ocean, life and death, but people are like mayflies, and Xunhua, the white horse is a flicker, and the black flying rabbit is in tears.

Yes, the world seems to be infinitely beautiful, and sometimes it doesn't feel like that drifting, the wind and rain, I don't know the distance, whether it is vigorous, an achievement, or obscurity, a short life. It seems like a long life, but sometimes I don't feel like a mayfly, dying in a flash. The true meaning of the ordinary may only come from the ordinary! Although it is like Xunhua, it can also open up a different style, and a little time is reluctant to waste, although it is ordinary, although it is short, but it is not wasted, and it is not wasted, fighting for its life, just to open the most beautiful moment.

Su Chen began to understand that people's fate is like everything in the world, prosperity, decline, prosperity, and extinction are all the way of heaven.

But, bowing to the so-called Heavenly Dao, fate, this is the excuse of the weak.

The road of cultivation is to go against the sky, Su Chen had a thought in his heart, then in this life, he will use martial arts to explore the way of heaven, be proud of the mortal dust, hold his head high in this life, and reach the peak.

A drop of hot tears slowly swept across Su Chen's cheek, he didn't wipe it, let it flow, drip into the earth, and disappear. But when that tear dripped into the earth, there was no longer a single tear from the corner of Su Chen's eyes, not even a trace.

Looking at the lonely mountains and lonely broken clouds, Su Chen seemed to have a feeling, and muttered again:

"Floating clouds and dogs, who is a white horse. ”

The good times always seem to disappear without even noticing.

After that, he took a breath with difficulty, and with a willpower, he got up little by little, yes, only willpower was left, and his physical strength had already been exhausted. Half of the body that came into contact with the ground was no longer human.

So around the bamboo house, as long as there is something to eat, and there are no dead people who have eaten, they are all greeted.

Time passed, I don't know when, a new tomb appeared behind the bamboo house, a set of spirit cards stood in the bamboo house, the tomb is a clothed mound, and the card is the name of the person.

Sitting alone, drinking alone and lying alone, removing the cold lights, the long night sky, the dream cannot be realized.

Just like what is described in the ancient scriptures, Su Chen's life in the past few days is very similar.

The autumn cicadas are crying, the slight frost is cold, the lonely lamp is unclear, and the people of the past have passed away.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

Su Chen felt that instead of living in the past, it was better to see the world farther away, he believed that this vast world had its own sky after all. If one day, when he can stand on the top of the Nine Heavens and become the strongest person who controls his own destiny, he wants to ask Mu Lao:

"What is the difference between immortals and mortals, and what is an ordinary life!"

In fact, for Mu Lao, who had raised him, Su Chen's heart was extremely complicated. Perhaps, as the scriptures say, a sentient person is the most ruthless, and it is the most difficult to distinguish between grace and hate.

At least he has a knot in his heart now, and it is not appropriate to solve it.

It wasn't until a few days later that Su Chen made a decision.

I am like a carrier full of questions, with too many puzzles to answer. He decided that he wanted to go out into the world and see it.

On this day, on the top of Cangshan, the morning faint was charming, and a small figure was dyed golden, which was very illusory.

Under the morning sun, I saw the little figure with his hands in the shape of a trumpet, put it on the side of his mouth, and shouted loudly to the endless mountains and rivers:

"Hey ......"

"Thank you for your many years of hospitality, I'm leaving, little guest, I won't bother you anymore, nine years of time, once together, I have it in my heart!"

The little body trembled slightly, as if sobbing, and shouted loudly:

"If I come someday, I will definitely come to visit you. ”

"And what...... Please help me take care of the little bamboo house, thank you!"

As if relieved, the little figure finally put down his little hand, his eyes were full of tears, and he laughed happily.

People have passed away, and love is difficult to continue. A childish goodbye, but it is unspeakably bitter.

Young man, white robe, small package, difficult to recall, under the light of the morning sun, with the dream of becoming the strongest, Su Chen gradually walked into the distance, seemed to be very firm, and did not look back.

No one knows where this future will lead, when it will return.

The green mountains are affectionate, the breeze is born, and the three thousand green silks move with the wind, and the world is stormy.