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Tao Xian said that he had to recuperate in the past few days, because the previous events had consumed too much. And so, he was gone.

Tang Yun shouted for a long time, but he didn't agree. He thought: It seems that the immortals need to rest too.

The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the trees in the orchard seemed to be magically cast by heaven and earth. At first, it was a brand new, green, full of life and vitality; In the summer, the leaves are roasted red by the scorching sun, and they exude a hint of heat; It is autumn now, and it is like an old man who is seriously ill, like a gentle gust of wind that can blow it down; But in the end? It's not the same as ever, dust to dust, dust to dust.

Tang Yun looked at the yellow and thin fallen leaves, and seemed to see himself at the beginning. No matter how hard he reads, the fame has nothing to do with him. But the only difference is that in this autumn, he has changed. He no longer fears the cold winter, and he only wishes to see his traces again in the spring.

There was confusion in his eyes, and he seemed to be a little reluctant. But I can't tell what can make him reluctant, don't you want to be an immortal so much? But now that his dream has come true, it seems that endless glory and wealth are waiting for him in the future, but he can't be happy. I can't tell the reason, just because of the obsession in my heart.

He silently bent down and picked up the lonely leaf, for it seemed to be different from the others, with a hint of green, light and brilliance, as if to illuminate the world. But it was lonely, so lonely that it had to leave the other leaves alone and embark on a path that even he could not tell, perhaps heaven or hell.

Gently soothing, as if asking the leaves, do you know what you have lost?

Is it life, is it a friend, is it a parent?

Maybe.

He seems to have found a home in this heaven and earth. A mysterious force gently mobilized the aura in his body, he looked at the leaves that seemed to be about to wither, his heart moved, and under his control, a stream of aura was injected into the meridians of the leaves, like a swimming golden dragon, so that the withered leaves were no longer sickly yellow, but full of vitality green. He smiled, only from the heart.

He didn't seem to be overly happy that he was able to control the aura in his body. He thought, perhaps, for the rest of the decade, that was just these withered yellow leaves. And what traces are left?

Perhaps, in the future, he will lose a lot of things. There were so many that he regretted embarking on this path of cultivating the truth, and regretted that he had not cherished it.

He gently put down the green leaf, feeling the moment of mobilizing the aura just now, as if he suddenly realized.

Tang Yun took a deep breath and exhaled again, looking at the dying tree in front of him, his hands were constantly sealed, and streams of spiritual energy flowed quickly from Tang Yun's meridians, and then drilled into the body of the dead tree. The dead tree has a sense of rebirth, and the humble bow of the head is slowly raising high.

Tang Yun's face was flushed, drops of crystal clear sweat dripped from his forehead involuntarily, and his trembling hands kept changing. He was forcibly infusing the tree with the breath of life and giving it a fragrance.

He sighed in his heart, "Isn't it enough? ”

The trees had regained most of their vitality and had even begun to draw new branches, but due to the depletion of their aura, they seemed to be weakening. The sprouts are also sickly, like an old man sighing alone for his life.

Tang Yun didn't believe it, he felt that he was desperate to rejuvenate this dead wood. I don't know why, just because of the obsession in my heart. He believes that this tree has the same fate as him, but with a different fate. It's like seeing yourself as a teenager, and you just want to take a few more looks and see the traces you have left in these years.

Because he knows that maybe in the future it will not be seen, for no reason.

I don't know how long it has been, but he is still struggling to persevere. The aura in his body should have been exhausted, but it was continuously absorbed between heaven and earth.

The aura of heaven and earth also seemed to be pulled by a certain kind of aura, and it quickly converged into Tang Yun's body, forming golden vortices of different sizes, forcibly pouring into his body like a gong transmission.

But for Tang Yun, who had been tempered for thousands of years, the collision of those forcibly infused spiritual qi in the meridians was only a slight pain. However, what made him feel like a piercing pain was that these spiritual qi had just entered his body and were exported by himself, and the load on his body had far exceeded the ordinary fourth layer of condensation. He really hoped that Tao Xian could help him, because in Tang Yun's eyes, Tao Xian seemed to be omnipotent.

If Tao Xian was really present, he would definitely stop Tang Yun's crazy behavior as soon as possible, because this kind of behavior would leave an unhealable dark wound on the monks below the seventh layer of condensation.

But Tang Yun couldn't care so much, in his eyes, it seemed that this tree was more important than everything. Watching this tree grow rapidly under the continuous growth of aura. Tang Yun had a feeling of rebirth.

Dead wood is afraid that this is nothing more than that, Tang Yun thought: Is this the power of the monk? It can regenerate dead wood, and in a fit of anger, it can change the color of heaven and earth.

Streams of pure aura flowed into the old tree that had already withered and yellowed like a bubbling spring. Now the old tree, like a young man, is full of vigorous green leaves, and the breath of life is extremely powerful. In this bleak autumn, it is the only one that is incompatible with it.

Tang Yun looked at the tree in front of him, and suddenly felt a little more relieved, so he withdrew the transmission of spiritual energy. But what he didn't expect was that the already green trees were like soot, and the autumn breeze was fleeting, leaving only the fragrance of the past to heaven and earth.

He looked at the black ash in his eyes, and the two lines of vertical tears, like a sluice gate that had opened a box, suddenly rushed down. He looked at the sky and the ground at times, and sighed softly: "Is there really nothing left?" ”

Monks are not allowed to change their lives against the heavens, this is the rule set by heaven and earth, and no one can break it. Just like the fate that has been predestined in the dark, it can never be changed, and it can only be followed like a puppet.

Tang Yun pointed to the sky and scolded, "Why are you doing this? You already have everything, so why are you taking it all? Didn't you even leave me at all? ”

The heavens seemed to be angry, and suddenly there were dark clouds in the sky, and it began to rain heavily. The only lump of ash left by the dead wood only lasted for a while, and it was just washed away by the mountains and seas, and in a blink of an eye, it was gone. It's as if it never flashed in this world.

Tang Yun lay on the ground and cried, he just cried, but he cried like this. It was as if he had just lost something very precious, but he couldn't say it, just buried it in that humble heart.

Traces, traces. How many traces can I have in the past ten years?

Yes, it is nothing more than the tireless study, the joy of catching crickets by the field, and the cottage that accompanies you through these short years.

But now that he has become an immortal worshiped by tens of millions of people, will those things still be there?

Maybe it's not there, right?

It is said that monks have the ability to move mountains and seas, but they cannot change their own fate.

If there is such a thing as fate, then all this is just illusory. Because, what is the point of what is already known? It's just at the mercy of others.

He felt like he was thinking too much, and perhaps, those things were still there.

But who can guarantee that?

Monks generally have many years to live, at least much longer than mortals. But one day, when you look back and find that everything and everyone in the past are gone, how will you feel? Maybe it's just empty lamentation.

Yes, it's all gone.

He sighed, "Are all the traces of the past still there?" ”

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