Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhou Bendao looked at the roof, looking lonely.....

"Over the years, everyone has said that I am a great painter, some people envy me, and some people ridicule me behind my back, but I don't care..."

"I've lost a lot of things over the years... But I've also seen some worlds that others can't..."

"I saw a door, a dark door...

"When night comes, it keeps popping up in front of my eyes... In that door, there's another world... In that world, I saw Ah Dad, I saw Cui'er..."

"I'll tomorrow... Should go there too...."

When he said this, the look on Zhou Bendao's face was even more lonely, he raised the wine jug, and kept pouring wine into his mouth....

The whole room immediately fell silent....

The white-bearded old man sighed, also raised the wine jug, and drank with him...

After a long time, Zhou Bendao suddenly turned his head and looked at the white-bearded old man not far away...

This seems to be the first time that Zhou Bendao really looked at the old man tonight.... At this moment, Zhou Bendao's expression was extraordinarily calm, and his eyes were clear, like a master who had seen through all the obstacles in the world...

"There's something in my body, I don't know what this thing is, but it should be important to think about it, especially for you immortals..."

"It is this thing that has allowed me to see a lot of things clearly and know a lot of things that I didn't understand before..... But it is precisely because of it that my Cui'er left me, my life was shattered, and my Shouyuan came to an end prematurely."

"I don't know, if you're here for this thing, maybe, maybe not.... But, for me, none of this matters anymore...."

"Actually, if I don't want to, then no one can take it... Even if it's the sky, it can't work..."

"This thing, I can give it to you.... But there is one condition, which is to let my Yuling live well.... Let him be a man who really stands up to the sky... Don't be like me, who can't even control your own destiny..."

After a long time, the white-bearded old man poured two sips of wine into his mouth, and nodded slowly....

For a long time, no one in the room was talking....

Zhou Bendao drank the wine by himself, as if he wanted to drink all the wine in this life....

The white-bearded old man was also drinking, drinking... In the end, his face, which had been emotionless, was slowly covered with an indescribable layer of sadness.....

Soon, the wine in the pot was empty ....

In the sound of "squeak", the white-bearded old man got up, pushed open the door and walked out, and after a while, he walked in with more than a dozen pots of wine, which were exactly the same as those brought by Zhou Bendao...

Yesterday's cause, today's fruit, these wines were brought over by Zhou Yuling over the years, and more than a dozen pots were stacked on the ground between the two, like a hill...

The wine is fragrant and spicy, just let this life go...

The two of them didn't talk all the time, just drank, drank... It wasn't until the golden rooster reported that the dawn was approaching that Zhou Bendao put down the wine jug and slowly stood up...

"The hour is running out... It's time for me to hit the road..."

Zhou Bendao suddenly raised his hand and slapped it on his forehead, and immediately, a jet-black light rushed up from his heavenly spirit cover, covering his whole body in the blink of an eye...

In this black mang, there is a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation that is almost suffocating....

Zhou Bendao is not a monk, but at this moment, there is a fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, this fluctuation is very strong, earth-shattering, sweeping the sky, eclipsing the heavens and the earth... This fluctuation has transcended the category of monks, and has even approached some of the most essential powers....

This is the source, it is the source of all power... It is the foundation of the evolution of life, and even the starry sky of the universe....

This is what has made countless monks who claim to be immortals pursue and study all their lives, and what they desire to obtain, but at this moment, he appeared in the body of a mortal....

Almost instantly, behind Zhou Bendao, a black gate appeared out of thin air, the black gate distorted the void, exuding an extremely black light...

On the black gate, countless figures kept shuttling back and forth, and these figures, some of them were lifeless, like mourners who were coming to the end, and they were annihilated in the dark light gate in a blink of an eye.... Some walked out of the black door with a new vigor and walked towards the next unknown reincarnation...

This is the gate of reincarnation, playing all the sad songs and triumph of the world! It is the end and beginning of all life in the world! In the dark light, countless beings, throughout the ages, whether emperors, beggars, monks, or mortals, will continue to shuttle through this door, with no end and no beginning....

The black gate appeared for only a moment, and then began to be constantly illusory, and in the unreal, it turned into a black, thumb-sized, but shiny rune....

Zhou Bendao held this rune, and a complicated and indescribable look appeared on his face...

Then, as soon as he raised his hand, the black rune was thrown by him towards the white-bearded old man....

"Actually, I can be immortal.... If I wanted to, even the heavens would not be able to decide where I would end up.... But I'm so tired, really tired.... I'm so tired..."

Zhou Bendao muttered to himself, staggered out of the house, and he left...... I don't know if he said this to the white-bearded old man behind him, or to himself, or to the so-called "heaven" in the dark....

The white-bearded old man, looking at the black rune in his hand, looking at the lonely figure that was gradually disappearing, a thick sadness appeared on his face...

"The Planter.... Way.. Let's go.... I won't let you die in vain... This "Origin of Reincarnation"... I will obey your last wishes... Let it take root in Yuling's body... I believe that one day.... He will definitely surpass this heaven .... He will definitely carry the hope of this world... To the sky, to the unknown starry sky..."

Zhou Bendao went home, and in the dark night, he returned to his home, the dilapidated courtyard...

Dawn is coming, but the sky is even darker, even the stars have completely disappeared under this dark night, the whole world is pitch black, pitch black, and the light will never appear again....

In the dark night, Zhou Bendao carefully looked at the sleeping Yuling, for a long, long time...

He seems to want to remember this moment, or rather, this last glance, forever and forever....

It's almost dawn, and even the boundless darkness will eventually be dispelled... At the end of the sky, the morning star pierced through the layers of dark clouds and appeared in the sky...

Zhou Bendao is gone, leaving this dilapidated courtyard, leaving this home where he has lived all his life, bringing him happiness and endless sorrow....

As he left, the mountains of paintings in the house turned into black smoke and disappeared with him. The whole room was empty, there was only one painting, that is, his first painting was quietly suspended in the high hall...

"Everyone knows that I can paint, everyone knows that I am good at painting dead people, everyone knows that I can only paint once with anyone, but who knows, who knows.... I'm not drawing, I'm not painting people.... I'm painting souls, they're ghosts..."

"However, even if I draw all the people of the world, even if I paint all the living beings, I will not be able to draw you really.... Cui'er... Your soul is gone, you are not in samsara..... Even if I draw 10,000 times, a million times, I can't condense your soul..."

"Cui'er, I'm here..."

Zhou Bendao faltered, and in the dark night before dawn, he walked towards the Lancang River, whining and wailing in front of a lonely grave....

The Lancang River roars, the river is agitated, the waves are rolling, the waves are crashing on the shore, and thousands of layers of snow are rolled up...

The river wind screamed, like a twilight man whose life had come to an end, making a final struggle against that fate....

The night, the clouds, the wind, the waves, the wailing... All this constitutes a picture, and it has become the last scene of Zhou Bendao's life...

"I want this day, and I can no longer cover my eyes....."

"I want the shackles of fate to be broken inch by inch in reincarnation....."

"I hope that one day in this world, there will be no more life and death..."

Zhou Bendao disappeared, no one knew where he went, even the lonely tomb on the bank of the Lancang River disappeared together, the river flooded there, everything disappeared....

Later, the white-bearded old man in the private school, and even Zhou Yuling, also disappeared mysteriously... All the neighbors in the vicinity went out to search for a long time, but they couldn't find anything....

This matter has become a topic of conversation among the people of Hanyin County and even the capital, and people have been talking about it for a long, long time... In the end, in the folk, it even evolved into a thousand-year-old myth, which has been passed down for a long time....

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