I don't know how long it took, he seemed to understand something, grasped something, but still couldn't figure it out.

He was very seriously injured, especially his consciousness was severely damaged, which he knew very well, perhaps because his consciousness was out of his body, he didn't know why his mind and consciousness could be transformed, although he didn't feel pain, he didn't feel tired, he didn't feel hungry, but he was whole, and it seemed that time was eternal here.

What if he dies physically? Will he be imprisoned here forever? This vast and boundless void, empty, for decades, centuries, thousands of years, or even countless years, he has been alone, accompanied by loneliness and loneliness, immortality and immortality, and this eternal life has become a curse?

She must be very sad, I promised to accompany her for the rest of her life, no, I want to go out.

If I don't have the Force and can't practice, then I'll cultivate my mind and divine sense, and I must rush out.

Xiang Jinlai began to endlessly cultivate the secret techniques and meditation mantras that enhanced his divine sense, and at the same time, he was also comprehending the way of heaven and exploring his own way.

Time passed so quickly, if there was no meditation mantra, I was afraid that it would have collapsed long ago, and when the mind was not quiet, it could be calmed down immediately after meditation, in the first few years, he was more and more irritable, and he needed to keep cultivating, and he had a sense of despair, and after a hundred years, he went crazy, and once begged for death, but in vain, and after that, he didn't want to practice the meditation mantra, and he found that his divine sense was already very strong, but he still couldn't break through this world. After that, he just didn't do anything, just sat there.

He didn't know how many years he had spent in this nothingness, at least more than a hundred years, and his thoughts about Mu Xiaoxiao occupied almost all of his time. Wandering aimlessly, he saw another blue star in front of him, and he knew that it would disappear as soon as he approached it. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see a person, even if it was an elf or an orc, an animal, a flower or a plant, two hundred years of loneliness made him desperate, he was like in a dream, knowing that it was all fake, or couldn't help but look forward to it.

This divine body seemed to have a heartbeat, nervous, suddenly full of anticipation, eyes staring straight ahead, and then flew over, getting closer and closer, and it got bigger and bigger...

It didn't disappear until, on his feet, it was still there.

Xiang Jinlai was very excited, this feeling has not been for a long time, he endured his excitement, walked around, saw flowers and plants, saw tall trees, and saw a village, hurriedly walked over, saw a lot of villagers, saw children playing, he walked a little tremblingly, said hello, but he was disappointed, everyone couldn't see him, he couldn't touch these villagers, even the flowers and plants, but he was still very happy, because he could hear people talking, the sound of the wind blowing leaves, the sound of the water, but he faintly felt that this should be an illusion, maybe it was his own imagination。

He seemed to grasp something again, and fell into deep thought again. Before, it was because I was too expectant and emotionally nervous, and my divine consciousness suddenly shrouded here, and I had an illusion, so it should be like this!

Everything here is fake, maybe even this astral body, but those people just now, those flowers and plants are so real, just like the Holy Lord Star, he has a little understanding...

Walking into the village, I saw a ten-year-old child, he was focusing on watching his father make tables and chairs, and helped him wipe his sweat from time to time, his father was a carpenter in the village, and he could make all kinds of furniture at home, and it seemed that this child was also interested in this.

"Wenxi, you better study hard, carpenter work is very tiring. ”

"Dad, I want to read books, and I want to be a carpenter. ”

Xiang Jinlai just watched like this, watched him read, watched him learn the carpenter's trade, watched him grow up day by day......

Decades later, this child named Wen Xi is already the father of three children, and has become a well-known carpenter, and the three children have been educated by him very well, the eldest son Wen Yuan and the second son Wen Song have joined the army, and they have both become commanders of the first army, and the youngest daughter Wen Die later married the eldest son's lieutenant general in the army, and no one inherited her father's craftsmanship.

Their country is called the Kingdom of God, but they are all mortals, this is a world without cultivators, the Kingdom of God is the most powerful country in the world, and it also has a high degree of civilization, but there are Northern Barbarians on the north side, and Southern Barbarians on the south side, these two races are not only poor and barbaric, cruel and easy to kill, Wenyuan and Wensong The two brothers were transferred to the border of the Northern Barbarian and the Southern Barbarian respectively.

However, after the new emperor of the kingdom of God ascended the throne, he did not want to forge ahead, emphasizing literature and light on martial arts, coupled with a weak character, the country's strength gradually declined and eroded, and the two barbarian peoples of the Southern Barbarian and Northern Barbarians were less than one percent of the kingdom of God often fought in the grass valley, and then finally broke out in the war.

Suddenly, a happy home was shattered, leaving only a few children of the brothers, Wen Xi turned white overnight, and Wen Die washed her face with tears all day long.

Later, the kingdom of God was attacked by the Northern Barbarians first, and the civilized country quickly regressed, becoming like a hell on earth, and the Wenxi family hid in the mountains and never came out again.

Xiang Jin Lai could only watch, but couldn't make a move, he became a bystander, like a spectator listening to the play offstage.

Time flies, and after a few decades, the kingdom of God ruled by the Northern Barbarians was defeated by the rebel army, the leader of the rebel army is Wenyuan's son Wenwu, who has taken his father as an example since he was a child, and he unveiled the uprising at the age of twenty.

Later, Wenwu became the emperor, the country name "Wei", the country changed the norm, paid attention to the military, and it didn't take many years to wipe out the Southern Barbarians, and there was no threat "around", and the country soon prospered.

But the world is impermanent, after 30 years of prosperity in the Wei Kingdom, the civil and military forces died, the sons competed for the throne, and fought hard, and finally the second son asked about the victory, but this is a self-righteous and narrow-minded emperor, and within a few years, the people are in charge, and the country that has just become strong will take the old road.

Xiang Jinlai sighed in his heart, the ups and downs of history, the ups and downs of a hundred years, and the vicissitudes of life.

Looking at it through a hundred years, history is repeating life, and in the end, what people can remember is a story, as for the truth, who cares?

How much difference will there be in a thousand years or ten thousand years?

People have become passers-by, but time has become eternal.

I understand, this world is like a storyteller's script, a hundred years, a thousand years is just a few words, a play, I want to get out of this nothingness, then I have to control it, let it become my script.

I can't touch it because I became a storyteller, so I need to be a storyteller......

One of his hands reached out and touched a leaf, and he plucked it, and he did, and he took it to his nose and sniffed it, and a familiar smell made his mind more sensitive than ever, and he touched the grass on the ground again, and reached into the cold water. He walked to a wine shop, asked for a jug of wine, and tasted it slowly, not thinking that it was an illusion, but seriously feeling its reality.

He left this astral body and went to another astral body, or created another star, carefully looking for differences, and then seriously perceived and experienced. Then there was another astral body, and even in order to have a different understanding, he created the elf world, the orc world, where time passed like a white horse, more than seven hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, he returned to the first astral body and found the original village, which was already a matter of people, and the dynasties had changed for many generations, but people's lives had not changed, the only thing that had changed was the generation of people.

Xiang Jin Lai stretched out a hand, then pointed out, and said:

"Come back!"

Suddenly, the stars shifted, the heavens and the earth changed color, and everything around him changed rapidly, until a person appeared, this person was Wen Xi, who was still intently watching his father make tables and chairs.

Xiang Jinlai smiled and muttered to himself:

"I'm leaving too!"

"Open!"

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