Gu Chenyi and Song Bai came to the main hall, which was resplendent and magnificent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThis is Gu Chenyi's description of it.

"What the hell are you me? You kid has a kind! Song Bai looked at Gu Chenyi with a gloomy face, his face was so heavy that he seemed to be able to drip water.

"So what, I told you, and I warned you not to come! Isn't it? What's more, I didn't talk about it, you yourself thought that I would only have two formations, and I was negligent, who is to blame! Gu Chenyi looked at Song Bai, lightly pointed at his head, and said disdainfully, "Senior Brother Song, you have to use your brain in the formation!" “

"You! Watch and hit! That Song Bai suddenly burst out and hammered Gu Chenyi's chest with a palm, Gu Chenyi didn't have time to dodge, and suddenly fell into the pool in this hall.

"Three thousand weak water! I'll see how you break free! Even Elder Du himself can't save you! Hahahaha! Song Bai laughed arrogantly.

Gu Chenyi was wrapped in weak water, but it kept sinking slowly, the water was a blue color, and the sunlight outside the hall shone in, and the water was rippling and sparkling.

Gu Chenyi gradually became depressed, his breathing became more and more uncomfortable, Gu Chenyi was dizzy, and all of a sudden, the person hit some sharp corner and lost consciousness.

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Gu Chenyi looked at the place in front of him, the stars were like water, and under the stars, a light blue river flowed slowly. There is a stone monument standing by the river.

"The public did not cross the river, the public actually crossed the river, crossed the river and died, what is the public who is helpless!" The gourd was filled with wine, and there was a boat flowing on the river, and there were robes on the boat, and the robes were wearing hats. The eyes, the hands, a gourd in the hand, stumbled, the fog rose, floated, on the river. The man was propping up the pulp, and the blue lamp hung on the canopy, swaying. It is carved by the years, one by one, and the thin lines hang in the corners of the eyes. The eyes, black, vicissitudes, are dead. Lost in his mind, his eyes are gray and dull in his sockets.

Gu Chenyi looked at the person in front of him, confused, but he always felt familiar, those eyes, why did his heart be stabbed after looking at it for a long time.

"The people in front of you, where are you going?"

"Where is this?" Gu Chenyi was dazed, looking at the lonely boat on the small river.

"Here, where is this?" The man asked. The boat was heading toward the shore. The slurry cut through the water, then floated again, rippling slowly on the water's surface. The boat is slow, not the boat. It came toward the shore, the decaying grass, the man who sat down, the man's arms bulging with plump muscles, full and moist. But the face has long been filled with wrinkles. The white beard was long and reached to the tiptoes. "No name, no surname. I'm the only one here who has carried someone who is destined. ”

Gu Chenyi was stunned, this person spoke Chinese, the Chinese of the last world.

"Who are you?" Gu Chenyi stared at him.

"Maybe I'm a ferrying ghost, waiting for my destined person to cross the river." The sound is like rubbing against the grains of sand, and there are always some uneven particles that make a heterogeneous sound.

"You're dead?"

"I don't know, maybe I never gave birth." The man was haggard, his thin eye lines outlined the word "sorrow", and his trembling lips were trembling and pronouncing.

"Then don't you live forever?"

"Forever? What thing in the world does not exist forever, and the dust after death returns to dust, and the earth returns to the earth, doesn't it all still exist? However, everything changes. The original dust and soil will be restructured, turned into stone, into raindrops, and into life. The man stretched out his hand, and the gourd of wine in his hand turned into a brilliant powder, and gathered into a stubborn stone. The soil was broken on the rock, and the seeds germinated and grew into a vine gourd. The wind has hit. The years seemed to pass by in a hurry, and the gourd vine withered, and the tender green turned to grass yellow, and was blown away in the wind, leaving only a thin gourd shell. What is engraved on the shell is the traces of wind and frost, one by one, smoothed out and bloomed over the years.

He closed his hand, still holding the gourd in his hand, and he raised his head, and sake poured out of the gourd, and the water flowed brightly.

"So, what is the meaning of eternal life! We are forever. Gu Chenyi looked at the man.

"Because, memory. In other words, in order not to be renewed. Indeed, we are eternal. But we are not the same as yesterday. One cannot step into the same river at once. We're changing all the time, we're updating all the time. Our consciousness will blur, we will forget, and we will end up being nothing different from before. What we cultivate, we study, and what we seek in different ways is nothing more than the reorganization of our consciousness. The man's face was a little ethereal, and he couldn't see it clearly, "People want it to be imagined all the time, and delaying the succession of consciousness is people's purpose." Although I have never been born, my consciousness will still gradually change, I will not remember the previous world, I will not remember that you have been here, I will not remember how long I have appeared. And you, cultivators, your long-cherished wish is to be able to make consciousness as eternal as possible. ”

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