"You're right, the pistol he pulled out of the river of fate, and the only bullet hit you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The old Taoist saw his thoughts clearly, and said softly, "It's countless you, you in the long river of fate." ”

"Countless mes?" Chen Feng muttered.

"Yes, there are countless of them," the old Taoist nodded, "the past, the present, the future, parallel space, illusory space, imaginary space, and so on. ”

"You must know that the river of fate is constantly flowing, and when he pointed his gun at the river of fate, at this end of the bank, there is no existence of you in the river of fate. "Then, when he pulled the trigger and the bullet shot out instantly, you appeared, and countless you appeared in the long river of fate." ”

"This bullet hit a drop of water on behalf of you at once, countless of you, all of them were hit by a bullet, and then countless of you perished because you couldn't bear the power of fate, and countless more of you survived your fate, but you didn't wait for transcendence. ”

"So, every memory of myself in my memory was shot and killed?"

"That's right," the old Taoist nodded, "In your world, bullets are fired by others, and they are very ordinary, but they are just infinite clones of life-breaking bullets, so to speak, the bullets that kill you are all life-breaking bullets." ”

"Life-breaking bullets?" Chen Feng looked at him suspiciously.

"The bullet has his strength, and from the other side it pierces through the fog to this shore, and the bullet breaks through the shackles of fate, and has the power of transcendence. The old Taoist took a sip of tea and sighed, "The bullet itself, because it spans the long river of fate, is itself beyond fate. ”

"That's why I named it Breaking Life, which means breaking fate," the old Taoist suddenly smiled, "This is still named by me based on your memory, why are you not satisfied?"

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, he had a lot of trouble choosing his own name, and he hadn't thought of his son's name until now......

"Alright, it's almost time," said the old Taoist gently, "and you don't need to care about what you've experienced, like memories. You just need to know that they can't bear their fate and die, and now that you can stand in front of me, it means that you have broken your life and have the qualifications to be detached......"

"In addition, the quality and strength of memory are controlled by bullets, and if you can survive it, it means that you have completed its test, so from now on, you don't have to worry about it. ”

"Senior ......" Chen Feng opened his mouth to speak, but the figure of the old Taoist in front of him shattered, turned into a little fluorescent, and barely maintained a human form.

"The time has come, and it is time for you to meet with another person," said the old Taoist, "and I will watch you from the other side, hoping that you will grow and reach the other side and become eternal." ”

After speaking, his whole person turned into a golden streamer and disappeared into the sky.

Then, the entire courtyard suddenly shook, the surrounding environment was suddenly shattered, the plum blossoms and bamboos all disappeared, everything was as if it had never appeared, Chen Feng was still standing on the bank of the long river of fate, and there was still silence all around.

Chen Feng opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and then ......

Something surprising to him happened, and opposite him, a figure that looked exactly like him appeared in front of him.

Looking at the stunned Chen Feng, the person opposite sighed slightly, and said, "Hurry up, it's still too late, maybe this is fate?"

"You...... Who are you?" asked Chen Feng suspiciously.

"I am you, and you are also me," the person opposite thought for a moment and said, "I know you have doubts, but now everything is meaningless, I lost!"

As soon as the words fell, an orange bullet instantly penetrated the forehead of the person opposite, and then entered Chen Feng's head. Chen Feng was startled, and instinctively touched his forehead, but nothing happened.

Before he could react, a huge stream of information exploded in his brain, and when he couldn't bear the moment he wanted to faint, a clear stream in his brain gently soothed all kinds of discomfort in his brain, helping him calm down the memory information at the same time, but also circulated throughout his body.

Heaven and earth seemed to be a little clearer, Chen Feng opened his eyes and silently felt everything.

He had already understood that the person opposite just now was himself, but he was himself five hundred years later, and as for what he said, he lost, because he was one step slower than Chen Feng, did not get the approval of the bullet, and did not bear the power of detachment.

According to his memory, he could know how amazing he would be five hundred years later, and he understood that if he hadn't come one step faster, he would have been the one who was shot through the head this time.

This is fate!" Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

As the old Taoist elder Hongjun said, bullets have two powers: life-breaking and extraordinary, most Chen Feng can't support life-breaking power, such Chen Feng is very ordinary in their respective worlds, turning into a pawn of fate, and living a miserable life.

The self in Chen Feng's memory is these people, and five hundred years later, he is the one who has obtained the power to break his life, he broke his fate, so he is amazing in the entire human society, the whole life is controlled by himself, and he even knows the long river of fate.

Mastering the power to break life is equivalent to stepping on the realm of destiny.

It's a pity that Chen Feng, five hundred years later, can't bear the power of detachment, and this power can only appear in Chen Feng, who is the first to set foot on the long river of fate, so Chen Feng five hundred years later, regretfully said that he was one step late.

Everything, Chen Feng understood everything, from now on, he already had the power of breaking his life and detachment, as long as he grew up smoothly, penetrated the fog of fate, arrived on the other side, and became an eternal existence, it was only a matter of time.

And time, for the long river of fate, is not a problem at all.

"You can reach the other side now, everything is in your thoughts," the old Daoist's voice was unfathomable, coming from the other side, "The fog of fate has no effect on you, and you can easily cross the river of fate." ”

Chen Feng was a little moved, he looked at the endless long river and hesitated.

"Isn't it true that if I get to the other side, then everything I experienced before will disappear?"

"It's not that it's gone," the old Dao chief's voice was still gentle, "After crossing the long river of fate, your so-called past will be shattered, and the breath that belongs to you will be stripped from the long river of fate, and you will not be affected by fate, transcendent things." ”

"I refuse!" Chen Feng said suddenly.

"What?" said the old Taoist in amazement.

"I said, I refuse to cross the river, I want to go back!" Chen Feng said with a deep breath.

"Do you know what you're doing? You've given up the chance to be detached. "The old man said.

"So what?" Chen Feng said loudly, "Do you live a boring life like you? What's the point of that? I don't want this kind of life, I want to go back to my woman, my family and friends...... I want to be happy! It's not such a cold world. ”

"Interesting!" the old Taoist elder spat out these two words, and then Chen Feng disappeared.

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"It's so interesting, is that why you're asleep?, in pursuit of human happiness?" muttered the old man, standing up on the other side, and with every step he took, a patch of green grass appeared under his feet, and as he stood still, a great tree grew out of nothing, and at last became a great tree that supported the sky.

Under the shade of the tree, the purple points of light came out of nowhere, constantly drawing circles in mid-air, and then the purple points of light gathered more and more, and finally counted, all gathered together, forming a human-tall purple light cocoon.

The old Taoist looked at him curiously, and muttered in his mouth, "People, is it really so interesting? It can make you willing to fall into a deep sleep all the time, enter the human civilization, and experience their life, and let me be silent for hundreds of millions of years." ”

"Looks like I'm going to try my sleep too!"

As soon as the words fell, another tree appeared behind him, and his whole body suddenly collapsed, turning into fluorescent, and a golden cocoon of light formed under the tree.

A little golden light fell into the long river of fate out of thin air, instantly making the long river boil, and then disappeared at the end with the lapping of the waves...... (To be continued.) )