For the early phoenix nightflower, this world is very small. As small as time, everything is under your feet, and there is nothing worth looking at seriously, so that you ignore a lot of interesting things.

At this moment, it is very interesting to just look indifferently at the quiet beauty of the autumn leaves, or to watch the cold wind at the beginning of the day and the twilight, to watch the ants move, and to watch the insects in a hurry.

These interesting things are pointless though.

It's fun enough.

It can last for a very long time.

See things and think about things.

This is a reality that the old night flower did not have, and it could not be touched.

Huang Yekui walked alone in the Falling Snow Emperor City, because of the sudden drop in temperature at the end of autumn, although it was cooler than a night, although it was so.

Yang Shihan is pregnant, and the cool autumn at this moment is really not suitable for pacing.

How the second sister is, Huang Yehua can't guess.

So don't speculate.

Huang Yehua walked in a slightly cooler atmosphere.

Rightfully crowded crowds.

Huang Yehua does not reject this phenomenon, it is good to be noisy after all, it will make him still feel alive, and he is still warm.

Although I like quiet, I don't hate the noise.

That's how life should be.

Life in a cycle of affirmation and negation is meaningless, it is boring and sad.

Therefore, the night flower jumped out.

It's such an elegant appearance.

Hear the noise of the streets and alleys, those exclamations. Thoughts surging when I see the so-called powerful and famous.

Huang Yekui only felt that they were too sad.

People are people, and this cannot be changed.

People can be mythologized.

But when it comes to becoming their suitors, Huang Yehua only feels that they are too sad. Huang Yekui doesn't like this, people should have the appearance of people, that is the appearance of thinking, that is the appearance of autumn at this moment.

Calm and tranquil.

Everything is meaningless.

Whether it is victory or defeat, strength or weakness, the misery of life, the sorrow of life, the joy of life, whatever it is.

It's all meaningless.

Together with confidants and emotions.

It's all meaningless.

And it's pointless.

Nightflower knows.

The very existence of all this is nothing more than sinking into numbness and rejoicing in an infinite cycle of daily life.

It doesn't make sense.

It's like a small world.

The monks looked forward to those powerful monks who flew away from the sky, and subconsciously raised their heads with admiration, these meaningless actions were really sad in the eyes of Huang Yekui.

Could it be that your own world is bad?

Could it be that someone else's world is okay?

At the end of the day, what's good?

Nobody knows.

All things are made clear by the meaningless and sad means of contrast.

The act itself is full of sorrow.

The world is so small, and it's the same, it's monotonous.

Huang Yehua only felt bored.

The cacophony of voices pulled him back to reality, and he watched the light of joy on the faces of the monks......

"It's the goddess," Guangfeng Jiyue "virgin!

"It's the "Moonlight Fairy" Yue Mumu of the Moon Holy City!

"If you can change the romance overnight, you are willing to live a hundred years less!"

Huang Yekui was saddened.

Why do you want to say such words?

It is true that the world loves beautiful things. Beautiful things can also be appreciated and longed for.

But why, so sad.

Life is the same sad path.

is already so sad, why do you still have longing in your heart?

Nightflower couldn't understand.

Someone like that, beautiful?

Perhaps, it is indeed beautiful.

She made many monks madly infatuated.

Just like at this moment, the eyes of all the monks were focused on the fairy-like woman, the beautiful figure that was deeply engraved in everyone's minds......

Why, the yellow nightflower did not feel the slightest.

Why, Huang Yekui only felt that they were sad.

The so-called beauty, the beauty that makes people excited, is exactly what it looks like.

The godless eyes of the yellow nightflower stared at everything.

Everything is full of sorrow.

The monk is not ignorant, or he wants to pursue something, and a monk who is in obsession cannot seek liberation, and a person who is deeply immersed cannot reach heaven.

Obviously, isn't it?

Why should you be infatuated with them?

Could it be that those shining eyes, can only see that way?

Isn't that meaningless?

Why, what kind of avenue are you pursuing, what kind of things are you?

Huang Yekui's godless eyes were full of puzzlement.

Why do you exclaim, why do you have admiration, why do you look forward to it, why do you worship it like a fairy......

Nightflower couldn't understand.

It's clear, it's just a joke.

Why, so dedicated.

Why do you talk about things that are boring just by looking at them?

Nightshade mourns for them.

The monks should not be so busy, they should not be so boring, they should be more real, more like real monks.

The six roots are clean and float out of the dust.

The monks have always been like this for the things they longed for, and if they didn't have a longing for her, they would be just ordinary people, so why would they have a boring yearning?

What is the trend of the tide?

Huang Yehua only feels that it is this strange atmosphere, that makes people feel empty, that atmosphere that can be assimilated and even brainwashed.

That's the most terrible force.

It is a force that is enough to bring living beings to ruin.

The so-called atmosphere.

If you see that the heavens are unkind, and act against the heavens, when the monks are in dire straits, in the despair and darkness that make people firm, will the monks not be confused by these meaningless things?

At the end of the day, it's all too much fun.

Everything seems meaningless.

Most of the monks who come out of despair are very determined, and most of the monks who never stop are extremely interesting, and there is always a little tranquility in the appearance that is not sad.

It's like this late autumn.

Nightflower yawned.

Looking at the people coming and going, the so-called geniuses and talents, looking at the overly eye-catching figure, looking at the strange spirit beast, looking at the luxurious utensils, looking at the innocent smile.

Huang Yekui's godless eyes were full of sorrow.

Unconsciously looked upward.

It was a monk who had cultivated profoundly, and some of them stopped in the air, stopping and staring. Some of them are like brilliant meteors piercing the sky.

The huge spirit boat bloomed with brilliant light, it was like the color of the sun, and the light pouring down was like a drizzle with color, which made people trance.

After all, this world is too small, and no matter where you go, it is the same. No matter what you see, it's all so similar.

Is it a matter of course that monks look forward to the strong?

Nightflower doesn't know.

Do the monks want to live around the fairies?

Nightflower didn't know.

Shouldn't the monks think about the so-called life?

It's not about how to survive more excitingly, it's not about aiming for eternal life, it's not about wandering around the world, it's not about earning tens of millions of spirit stones.

It's just about being a more authentic person.

That's a living person.

Not stupid or intelligent people, not ostentatious and superior people.

It's just, a faint person.

Be transparent, be holy.

Smile like a flower.

That's all.

Why is the monk so sad?

Huang Yehua walked down the street in late autumn, watching the crowd bustling with golden light. Watching the fallen leaves and the grass and trees depressed.

Suddenly, a cool breeze rose.

A few green silks swayed in front of Huang Yekui's forehead.

The hem of the garment swayed with it.

The dust rises.

Nightflower narrowed her eyes.

The scent of the earth is somewhat dry, unwashed by rain, full of natural charm.

It's not bleak.

The crowd erupted in exclamations again.

Ling Huang Yekui couldn't help but look sideways, and then shook his head and chuckled, no matter when, the so-called, the rendering power called atmosphere is a very strong and inexplicably powerful force.

"That's !!"

"You can't go wrong!"

"It's the "Poison King"!"

Ten years ago, the "Poison King" was rejected by the entire Orthodox monks of the Extreme North, and hundreds of monks joined forces to intercept and kill the "Poison King"!

"How dare you wander around so leisurely!"

Huang Yekui only felt that they were too sad.

Life shouldn't be like this.

The place where the aura in the sky gathers, the center that slowly rotates like a sea eye vortex, making it as deep as a black hole, and the surrounding area is full of strange light that can be described as Ambilight, which is incomparably gorgeous. But it attracts everyone like the most beautiful fairy in the world.

The secret realm that is about to open.

It is rare even in the torrent of history, the real secret realm of ancient emperors.

Ancient Emperor.

What an unattainable title.

How far and long the Imperial Road is?

Nightflower doesn't know.

Even in the great world, the present world, which is far more powerful than the ancient times, has accumulated all the wisdom of the ancient times, together with the entire sea and land, including alien races, human cultivators, demon cultivators, and even demon cultivators that are not tolerated by the world......

Countless creatures.

How many emperors are there?

Nightflower doesn't know.

That's what the creatures are looking for, called the end of the fairy road.

It's also the end.

Included in the torrent of history, what the world truly knows, the end of the immortal road is the emperor.

As for the so-called immortals.

Immortals who have attained immortality and liberation.

At least, it has not been known to the world until now.

Not a single one.

In mythology, the closest thing to a fairy is a being.

Probably only the one that exists in mythology, based on the water of Lethe, the protector of all living things, the strange species known as the "tree of life".

Huang Yekui sneered.

That's laughing at your own smile.

O Tree of Life......

Behold, what a distant appellation.

Huang Nightflower suddenly had abdominal pain.

Huang Yehua thought.

I am now in the Qi Cultivation Realm.

The foundation has not yet been laid.

The sea of bitterness has not yet been opened.

Is that something that can be called a "mother"?