September 10, 1010 in the solar calendar

Far north, the holy land of falling snow, Meishan

For Huang Yekui at this moment, in this world, only Jiang Zixi is enough. If there is a small gap in the ointment, it must be the exchange of my life's cultivation, short-lived, the sadness of being born.

If it weren't for that unforgettable memory of pain, it would be perfect. As for the lack of cultivation at the moment, for Huang Yekui, the path is unpredictable, and it can be broken at any time and start over.

There are ancient beggar people who fade away and become holy with one thought! There are also mythical saints who sit under Bodhi, devote themselves to the Tao, and finally become emperors. There are even legendary peerless warriors who break the sky with a single punch and directly make heaven and earth surrender.

All the laws in the world lead to the only end.

If it is the trunk of a tree, the lush branches and leaves are ten thousand laws.

It's just such a simple truth, so the strength of the exercises is actually almost the same for Huang Yehua. It's not a goal that is too obsessively pursued.

Of course, everything under the premise.

This is the right that God has given to all living beings, and it is also unjust. It is irreparable by hard work, and it can only be longed for by sweat. That's something called talent.

Huang Yehua often thinks about what kind of cause and effect will be born in the end of these many unfair fates. There is no doubt that if they are exploited and oppressed, they will rebel, and the clay people have three points of fire, let alone living beings.

In today's era, doing good deeds with others and accumulating more virtues is the mainstream road. Doing good deeds for a long time will plant countless seeds called causes, giving hope and warmth to living beings.

This is the way of heaven.

Walk for the heavens.

As a result, it is possible to get closer to the avenue. The temperament will also be more kind and gentle, neither will give birth to demons, nor will it take detours, and the road will be smooth. Therefore, most of the people who have cultivated in this world are good people with gentle temperaments.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, people with outstanding talents, people with high hearts, and people who are unruly. Most of them are withdrawn, crooked, and unusual.

There are all kinds of things in the human heart.

All living beings do what their hearts want.

The fate of those who are not gifted is mostly miserable.

In the past two years, the phoenix nightflower who has witnessed her own insignificance has been extremely firm. It's like a polished jade. Although he is now 20 years old, he has missed the age of monasticism.

But, in this world.

Respect for martial arts, and if you have cultivation, you will have everything. If you don't cultivate, you will not be able to move an inch, and the bitterness is not enough for outsiders. Such sadness is something that Huang Yekui has never tasted before. A visceral sense of powerlessness.

It's not to protect loved ones, to have a better living environment, or to survive. Not really. Rather, just to not want to repeat those sad days. Yes, Nightflower is terrified. Fear of those numb and boring days.

I can't help but think back to that night, how could my naïve self promise her......

Disperse the cultivation and see the true appearance of this world.

Now that I think about it, I really got kicked in the head by a donkey.

The lower it is, the more real it is.

The most real side of this world is also the environment in which most people live. Tomorrow there is also tomorrow, just like everywhere else. The sunlight is surprisingly soft and warm, too.

But, it's cold.

The sunlight shining on the body was warm, like silk for ten thousand years. It can make people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts. But why is it so dark?

How can you forget, one of the countless pictures that are unforgettable,

It was a normal day.

It's just that there is a girl lying on the street, covered in blood, motionless. It's such an ordinary picture, and it has nothing to do with other living beings. The flowers are still blooming, attracting bees and butterflies. Pedestrians are still joking, unheard of. The sky was as clear as it had been at the beginning.

Huang Yekui tugged at the corners of her mouth, it was extremely incredulous, and she forcibly endured the anger that surged from the depths of her heart, and she was irrational and unable to control herself. The nerves naturally decompress.

But that's it.

It's just being beaten to death by the people of the mansion, it's just being thrown out of the gate, it's just that the pedestrians on the street are just turning a blind eye, it's just a very ordinary scene on a dull day, that's all.

Huang Yehua felt powerless.

Oh, yes.

It's just ...... It's just that.

It's just a matter of killing a subordinate.

The number cannot be calculated, just like one of the creatures of the sea of stars. One of the creatures that can be seen everywhere, unmeasurable.

To live is to suffer, and to die is to be liberated.

For some reason, she couldn't accept it.

It is the first in the world, the existence that all the young people in the world dream of, and Huang Yekui has also killed many people, and he has done many things that hinder people's future.

But the night flower is unacceptable.

If you don't see it, it's not bad to hear about it. Therefore, human beings are not a species that can be empathized. But when it appears alive in front of you, it is a huge blow that is enough to distort the concept and destroy the personality.

Like a walking corpse, she walked numbly with the corpse of an unknown girl in her arms, occasionally seeing passers-by laughing and pointing at herself.

Perhaps, they have just seen too much over the years. Or, they just never treated their subordinates as their own kind. Or, they never had a ripple in their hearts.

Just throw the corpse on the road, and the rest will be left alone. If a well-meaning monk buried the body, it would be the end of these short and bleak lives, and he died as a human being.

This is the only shred of dignity left.

Huang Yekui knows that the weak can only be ravaged.

So, anyway.

If you want to imagine the future, the first thing is to live through tomorrow. I'm just thinking about how I'm going to spend tomorrow.

Bring the beautiful woman next to you and walk towards the future together. Even if I know that one day in the future, it will be a tragedy to welcome thousands of living beings, so there is no need for continuity.

Yes, from the moment he dispersed his cultivation, he never intended to continue his will.

Obvious.

These short 20 years are really too bitter, so painful that there is a slight sense of vicissitudes. Looking back now, it was undoubtedly like stepping into the desert.

The heat of the day, the cold of the night.

Even if it is now a fragment of a broken memory, the feeling that can be imprinted on the flesh and blood cannot be faded, and it can make me tremble slightly, and make myself feel the fear that wells up from the bottom of my heart.

Yes, Nightflower has a fear of the past. Even if this short journey was spent by the phoenix nightflower in its prime, even if it was standing at the top of its peers, even if it was the only bright moon in the night.

However, for this wide and smooth journey, Huang Yekui felt a sincere fear. There is no other reason, in the past 20 years, Huang Yehua has spent all his life hanging by a thread. Countless tightrope walks, dancing on the tip of a knife, and spilling blood.

However, Huang Yehua is really a person who has been favored by God, and so far, Huang Yehua has suffered countless assassinations, and the death and disasters experienced on the path of cultivation are even more like nightmares.

Every time I think about it, I can't help but sink into it, the nerves are tense to the extreme, and the pleasure of controlling everything seems to be under my feet.

It's so enjoyable and intoxicating.

It's not that the so-called cowardice of nature can't see tragedy.

It's simpler, it's just that I don't want to cross the line of defense in my heart.

Killing, reserved.

Nightflower knows, the weight of life.

So, I just don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Because, it's too hard.

It's so bitter that I don't know how many times I have to cry. Even if you sob a thousand times, ten thousand times, it will not help the sense of powerlessness. Even if he pleaded and repeated the way of heaven and righteousness dozens of times, it was still the helplessness of the mantis arm to block the car.

This world is so cold and bloody.

This is the continuation of life.

Every living being has to accept the rules of the world indifferently. This rule is a rule that everyone has to taste from beginning to end until they become numb. However, people's hearts are warm after all, how can they be numb?

The pain is irreducible.

The creatures born in this world are undoubtedly sad. Even if you will gain a lot of joy, just like the disciples in Meishan at this moment, it is as if they are alive in heaven. All day long, looking for fun, fighting for boring things, crying bitterly.

For the Yellow Nightflower, this blandness is undoubtedly sad. The weak can only be ravaged, and if there is a demon cultivator in the future, with these disciples alone, the outcome can be imagined.

You can only lament powerlessly, don't you?

Can you only pray to others?

See, that's it, it's easy.

It will be slaughtered like a livestock, and there is no humanity at all. It will be drained to the last of its strength, and then it will wither. will survive purgatory on earth, and then succumb to despair.

In the torrent of history, there will always be amazing coincidences. But the living beings do not learn from it, so the untalented will sigh in vain all day long.

However, in Huang Yekui's view, this is the case, it is life.

Spend your day with laughter.

Died in despair.

There are enough laughter and sorrows in life, friends and lovers to talk about, and countless beliefs that are worth fighting to protect.

After tasting it all.

Do you smile at despair?

This is the reason why Huang Yekui is not confused and scatters his cultivation.

That's because the phoenix nightflower does exist, and there is a belief that is worth trying your best to protect, and for this, you will eventually fall into the abyss and despair. In order to be able to make more things shine, in order to be able to allow this indifferent and quiet to exist in the world for a long time.

Isn't it true that someone has to die first?

Then, come back with a smile.

Because, I am strong enough!