It's an indescribable feeling, but An Ji just feels it, and he believes it, he trusts it very much, for some reason. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the last rays of light disappeared into the sky, the Qingyunguan Patriarch ended his cultivation ascension.

The strength of his body was surging, the growth of his strength and the breakthrough of his cultivation made his confidence skyrocket, and he wanted to fight hard with An Ji.

But he couldn't, because he knew how terrible the enemy he was going to face, and he wouldn't be misled by the confidence that grew in strength and send him to his death.

The robe is windless and automatic, the ancestor of Qingyunguan stands on his own, motionless, he looks at the sky, looks at the whirlpool in the sky, and his gaze is a little far-reaching!

His young face was full of vicissitudes, as if he had experienced a lot, mature and steady.

With his hands tied behind his back, he stood like this, letting the world surge.

At this moment, nothing seems to matter anymore, disciple, sect, that person.

It didn't matter anymore, he just wanted to stand quietly, look at the world, and let his thoughts drift away.

A gust of wind blew and stirred the corners of his clothes, although they were already moving, but now he calmed down, everything was quiet, and this wind was not only blowing the corners of his clothes, but also his heart, his thoughts.

As if he had a feeling, he looked in the same direction as An Ji's hope.

The gaze in the pupils refocused and came back to his senses.

He felt it, it was the man, the man had come.

It's not a sensitive perception, it's just a feeling from the bottom of my heart, something familiar is approaching, getting closer and closer.

Nothing could touch his heart in such a situation, except for the man, the man he loved and hated.

But somehow, knowing that it was him, he didn't feel too much, as if he didn't hate him as much as he did at the beginning.

It's strange, the feeling of everything has faded a lot, and he somehow has it.

There is no expression of emotion, and it will not be like before, when he thinks about it, his mind is chaotic, and he has many thoughts that he wants to release.

He wants to question that person, why, you love her so much, why, you still killed her......

Although, he knew all this, and all these years of knowledge made him understand the reason.

But he didn't believe it, he wanted the person to admit it himself, as for what to admit, he didn't know it himself, this can be regarded as an obsession.

I can't let go, I can't give it up, although my mind is clear and accessible.

But now, he seems to have realized something.

I can't tell, I can't tell the feeling, he is no longer bound to the pain of the past!

It's clear, it's transparent, and it seems that you can let go of your obsession.

Just stood quietly, looking at the sky, looking in the direction where the man was, quietly, motionless.

The wind kept tore the corners of his robe and blew his robe, and the light shone on him, revealing a layer of human glow.

A young face, an old heart. He has experienced too much and knows too much, and he feels that he is going to be silenced, and everything will return to nothingness, ordinariness, and indifference.

Still, complex hearts, chaotic thoughts.

I don't know if he's waiting for someone, or something else.

Or maybe it's not waiting, it's just stopping, it's just nostalgia, it's just melancholy, it's just confused......

But who knows, all of this, like a dream, and all the things of the past, seem to be close at hand now.

The picture is constantly playing, so real, so intimate.

Things are still the same, but people, hehe, are no longer the same as they were at the beginning.

The woman's death could no longer touch him, everything was so bland.

He didn't show emotion, and his heart didn't fluctuate because of it.

He was like a strange passer-by, his eyes and body and mind were indifferent, watching these things happen.

It's not about hanging high, there is such a little bit of meaning in it. He didn't care, and he didn't want to.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he was tired of seeing.

I don't know if it was a light breeze or a strong wind - his hair was blown away.

The black hair fluttering and fiddling, with the wind, the wind wants to do whatever it wants, the hair is like that.

The two are like intimate lovers, sticking together, not separating, not giving up, and doing intimate contact.

Fa is a docile lover, he is willing to be fiddled with by the wind, and has no regrets.

Just like the owner of the hair, he is also being fiddled with, letting his thoughts drift away, letting the past emerge, and letting ......

Well, he can't now, he can't, he can't be miserable anymore, the past that made him sad is gone, and it is no longer the same.

Maybe he's changed, he's gone, he's not the same anymore, he's been reborn, he's got a new self.

The past goes with the wind, let them dissipate with the wind and with what she loves!

But is this possible, no, how can it pass away so easily, this is his obsession!

Now that I have let go and realized it, do I have to let her pass? Let her drift away with the wind?

How can it be so easy, how can it be allowed to pass away, his obsession for many years, just today, just because of some enlightenment, gave up?

No, no, he can't do it, but he can do it, who understands him, who understands him?

No one, no one could help him, he was confused, he was in the forbidden zone, he was in the end, he was involved in death, he touched something that he shouldn't be touching now.

Was it fate? Or was it something else, was what happened to him a coincidence? Or was it really an accident, without any factors, it was just plain.

He entered, there was no way out, there was no way back, he was confused, his true self was no longer there, maybe his true self was revealed.

The chaotic road, the chaotic people, all of this is wonderful, but behind the wonderfulness lies a huge horror that no one can resist.

One step to heaven, one step to hell.

Whether it's a Buddha or a demon, it's all in one thought.

Whether it is a god or an immortal, a one-step choice.

Whether this thought is true or false.

This person is either false or real.

There is or there is no such thing.

……

No one knows, it's mysterious!

It's so mysterious, it's fascinating, it's so evil, it's so dark, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, it's so fascinating......

Thoughts arise from each other, and there is no end to desire. Everyone has recourse, and there are dead and wounded.

What is all this for, confusion, collapse, despair!

He had fallen into the abyss, lost to the point of no return.

No one can stop it, this is his achievement, his glory, his destiny, no one can stop it.

He was born for this life, but he died for some reason!

But is this really his destination, the soul's destination?

No one understands, no one can understand.

This can be true, this can be false, it can be true, this false, it can be false, this can be false, this can be false.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false. Who can say that the truth is true, and who can say that the false is false.

No one, everyone is a crosser, a pilgrim, a seeker, a lost person......

No one can reach the other side, reach the Templar, find the true way, find the guide......

We can only avoid getting lost, stick to our hearts, have obsessions in our hearts, if we really let go, then what is worth nostalgia, what else can I recall, then what can I recall!

No, no, everything is going to the great void, the great silence, there is nothing in heaven and earth, no one to exist with me!

There is a place for life and a place for death, but it is only vain.

He's lost, I'm sleepy, I'm tired, I'm sleepy!

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