The Posture of the Immortals, the White Clothes Win the Snow (1)
When one thing happens, you know, in it, mixed with the world, how much hope and despair, countless calculations and willingness.
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"You are doing this, are you right to look up to the whole world, looking up to all beings with red eyes of anticipation?"
It's a conversation between a group of people and one person.
The person who spoke was an old man.
Fairy wind bones, an old man with a kind face.
At this point,
He, with his white head lowered, bent slightly, pitied his wrinkled face, wrinkled his snow-white eyebrows, his posture was very low, and his words were soft and heartfelt.
With a sad gaze, he quietly looked at a person not far away.
In front of a group of people, there was only one person standing thinly.
Lonely and alone.
A skinny and skinny person.
A person in white who wins the snow.
He, with his eyes open gently, bright and bright, his hands on his white sleeves, his back behind him at will, his snow-white and thin face, no sadness or joy, no surprise and no fear, just looked at the group of people not far away, this group of people in various costumes.
And then
Turning his gaze,
Sighing slowly,
Slowly raised his head slightly, opened his bright and bright eyes lightly, and looked up straight without scruples, and the whole blue sky was empty and empty everywhere.
"Today, in Yu's eyes, there are only junior brothers, regardless of sentient beings. ”
A soft, clear voice came out of his mouth.
Slowly turning and fluttering, light and thunder-like, falling.
smashed on,
In the hearts of everyone present.
also shattered,
A lot of people, a lot of people's expectations.
The old man with a kind face slowly raised his head, lowered his head slightly, straightened up a little bent waist, opened his eyes a little dim, and looked at the mysterious and famous person in front of him, looking at his bright and faint face, looking up at his face that was a little fluttering in the wind, and quietly looked at the whole blue sky in front of him.
No one knows why, this person, who has never heard of the world, is so single-handedly and reckless today.
such and such
With the heroes of the world, as enemies.
still
Recklessly, the world, all living beings.
The kind-faced old man slowly squinted,
Looking at the figure in front of him without a trace of fine dust, looking at the snow-white and thin face, looking at him who has been looking up to the sky.
maybe
You also have a lot of guilt in your heart!
will be like this,
Hold on to the sky and look straight ahead.
"Today, in my eyes, there are only teachers and disciples, regardless of sentient beings. ”
In this world, there have been more than 1,000 years of peace, and now, is it really about to begin: chaos?
wind
finally
It's going to blow up,
Rolled up the dirty dust all over the ground,
Flying in the air,
Swept
All the creatures of the world,
inevitably
No one was spared.