Life is not always as good as imagined: there are many helpless sorrows and pains in life (Gu Long, language)

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When people die, where do they go? Will you go to another world? Where is the other world? So will it be reincarnated? Will it return to the red dust this time?

Of course, isn't there a wandering spirit in front of you......

Dressed in black, with an almost transparent body, no movement under his feet, his pale face looked so weak, and a pair of godless eyes seemed to have doomed him to death. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He looked handsome, probably in his thirties, but why did he become a geist? He should live for more than thirty years, if not more.

I don't know how long I have been wandering, but the scenery in front of me has begun to change, the green trees and red flowers do not exist, in exchange for the black stone dead wood, I can't hear the sound of birds, insects and beasts, in exchange for the sound of a complaining flute.

The three big golden characters of "Dark Bright Realm" floated in the air like a dream bubble, and the wandering spirit didn't care, and continued to float forward......

Finally, no longer lonely, I arrived at the dark world, and found thousands of wandering souls like myself, lining up to move forward, what is this? Looking sideways to the side, "Nai He Bridge"

Is it Meng Po soup? Can you drink this and look away from everything in your previous life?

Finally, the geist moved, and instead of letting his body float, he moved slightly, walked to a large rock next to him, and sat down against it.

He is a failed person, in this world, there is only one choice for failure, and that is death, and everything in his previous life appears in front of his eyes again......

"Wei Lingfeng, as the leader of the demon race, why are you so persistent, for the sake of a woman, you are the enemy of the heroes of the Three Realms." A middle-aged man in golden armor, with two chicken feathers on his head and a spear in his hand, accused him loudly.

Another voice said: "Immortal, what's the use of talking to him, the devil, today we are going to make him disappear forever in this world, and let him use his own blood to atone for his sins." ”

The Nine Great Sects, all the masters, all surrounded Wei Lingfeng in the middle, including Wei Lingfeng's own demon gate, but none of them dared to do it easily, because they were afraid, afraid of the sword in Wei Lingfeng's hand, it was a magic sword, a magic sword ranked first among the seven evil swords.

In the world, how many infatuated men and how many tender women......

Wei Lingfeng, he was infatuated, he was persistent, looking at the woman in his arms who was already cold, Wei Lingfeng cried, blood-red tears, gently falling on the woman's face (who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but when they are sad). Shouted loudly: "Why? Aren't you immortals? Isn't it decent? Why do you want this to us, I don't want it very simple, but why can't you give it to me? ”

The man with chicken feathers on his head and known as the immortal: "It's not that immortals and demons can't get married, but you can't, you are the leader of the demon clan, and she is the holy daughter of the fairy clan." ”

Wei Lingfeng was furious, the magic sword in his hand exuded an infinite black substance murderous aura, and said loudly: "I am no longer the leader, nor is it the head of the family, I have given up everything, what else are you going to do?" ”

Everyone seemed to take a step back, and an old monk with a white beard came out and said: "You are not lost, what you said is not wrong, but your killing is too deep, and when you have the sword in your hand, you should have thought that there will be today, karma, and the woman's death can be said to be because of your involvement, Amitabha." ”

Wei Lingfeng looked at the sword in his hand, looked at the woman he was holding, and his heart was full of countless sighs, yes, it was because of his sword that she would die, and she would have today, but could it be that she killed the wrong person? Can't they see that the people who have not been killed by the spirit wind are all deserving of death?

At this time, an old man dressed in Tsing Yi looked very kind, took a step forward and said, "Wei Lingfeng, what are you still thinking?" Do you want to do more sins? All kinds of things in this life are fleeting, why are you so nostalgic, it is better to take a sip of Meng Po soup and be a new person. ”

The magic sword in Wei Lingfeng's hand was held tighter, and the murderous aura was heavier, why? Is it really my fault? But if they are right, why are they blaming? ”

The long sword was raised, and Wei Lingfeng shouted loudly: "Wei Mou has a clear conscience, is it wrong for me to kill those who should be killed?" Shouldn't they all be killed? ”

At this time, the immortal with chicken feathers on his head spoke again: "You murderer, the three worlds of heaven, earth and man, how many people have died in your hands, what are you hiding for yourself now?" ”

Wei Lingfeng smiled coldly, it was so sad, it was so angry, the world was so big, there was no place for Wei Lingfeng, that's it, that's it, with a turn of his left hand, the woman he was holding in front of him had been brought to his back, and then he took out the cloth belt around his waist and quickly tied himself and the woman. ”

The Wei Lingfeng Long Sword came out with a beautiful sword flower, mixed with a layer of black essence gas, and said loudly: "You call yourself an immortal, what kind of ability do you dare to fight with Wei Mou." ”

The immortal muttered, "This, this...... You murderer, dying to the end, and talking so much, today is the world's hero fighting you, so what? ”

When Wei Lingfeng heard this, his blood immediately boiled, and he said arrogantly: "Okay...... He is worthy of the world in his life, and today, if he is not a hero in the world alone, even if he dies, what does it matter. For a while, everyone seemed to be suppressed by the arrogance of the uninspired wind, and no one was speechless.

Because they understand that Wei Lingfeng is a demon, a terrible demon, and among the Three Realms, there is no one to compare with the demon, even if everyone present now, together, it is impossible to defeat him, and it is precisely because of this that Wei Lingfeng has been jealous and has come to this point.

At this time, the old monk just now walked out again and continued: "Unbenefactor, are you still in love with Hongchen, everything is wrong, grievances and grievances are all fleeting, why don't you open your heart, even if you kill everyone here, do you still have a place to stay?" ”

Yes, no spiritual wind, no spiritual wind, why is there today, are there still fewer people killed by yourself? Yes, they deserve to die, but why is it themselves who killed those people? Today, even if he kills everyone here, his love will not be resurrected, and there will be no place for the untouched spirit.

The light in Wei Lingfeng's eyes disappeared a lot in an instant, and he didn't say a word for a long time, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he was making this decision, suddenly, he looked up and stared at everyone, as if his eyes could see through everything......

The people present couldn't help but shiver all over their bodies......

Wei Lingfeng held his sword horizontally and said, "Okay, Wei Lingfeng should die, but it's not because of you who call yourself heroes. I don't have any interest in life, and I don't have any attachment to Hongchen, but I don't hate Lingfeng, I hate everyone in the world, even if I drink Meng Po soup, I still have hatred. Today...... I have not yet given an explanation to the self-proclaimed heroes of the world, and perhaps twenty years later, another uninspired wind will appear in the next ......"

A black light appeared, so fast, so fast the sword, everyone didn't see how the sword in Wei Lingfeng's hand cut their throats, everyone didn't expect Wei Lingfeng to do this......

Blood flowed out, and just as Wei Lingfeng fell, a white figure, like a white meteor that pierced the night sky, appeared above everyone's heads, and then appeared next to Wei Lingfeng, hugging the two of them who were about to fall.

Carrying a long sword on his back, dressed as a swordsman, he looks like he is about thirty years old, his resolute face reveals the vicissitudes of life, and his cold eyes are like snow in winter.

Looking at Wei Lingfeng, the white-clothed swordsman's eyes instantly moistened, and he shouted loudly, "Why? Why, why are you so stupid? Have you forgotten this year's Ronon Sword? It's not good to be a brother, it's a step too late, don't go, I'll kill all these people......"

Everyone was frightened by the person in front of them, of course they knew that this person was the supreme swordsman of the human race, and he would compete with the demon clan's Wei Lingfeng every August 15 to try swordsmanship, but after more than ten years, the two were always tied. Now this almost crazy swordsman is going to kill everyone here......

Wei Lingfeng, who still had a breath, shook his head insistively and said, "No...... Brother, it's my ...... This black and white world, no, no worries, let me rest, rest, if, you, you also, still treat me, as a brother, then don't embarrass them, come, come, come to the bridge to accompany me to drink, drink, drink the most, the last time to drink............"

Before the words were finished, Wei Lingfeng had no breath, and a generation of heroes was forced to die in Yuecang Mountain by these scum of the rivers and lakes, and the white-clothed swordsman had tears in his eyes, looked up at these "heroes" in front of him and shook his head and said: "If it weren't for Wei Lingfeng's deathbed explanation, I would have asked you all to go down to the underworld to accompany the burial...... Don't get out of here. ”

Everyone was relieved, hurriedly took a breath, and walked down the mountain, and after only a short while, tens of millions of people dispersed in a blink of an eye. ”

The white-clothed swordsman had a little right hand, and the sword behind him actually flew out by itself, and began to fly diagonally on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a large pit four or five meters deep appeared on the ground. ”

The white-clothed swordsman took the sword back, picked up the two of them, put them down gently, and then stood up and said, "Brother, wait for me, I'll go to the underworld to see you......"

A white light vanished into the night.

Thinking back to the clouds and smoke in his previous life, Wei Lingfeng felt like crying, and this life was over like this......

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a figure appeared beside Wei Lingfeng, the person who came was none other than Wei Lingfeng's good brother, the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman looked at Wei Lingfeng's suppressed expression, the expression on his face was extremely complicated, and he grabbed Wei Lingfeng and said, "Go, go back to the human world with me." ”

Wei Lingfeng shook his head calmly, and said: "If the flesh is bad, it is in vain to go back, and if you don't have any concern for the world, what will you do when you go back?" Brother Leng is the only person he respects, and he has no regrets about seeing his confidant here. ”

Listening to Wei Lingfeng's words, Leng Jian's expression became numb, after ten years of getting along, he knew Wei Lingfeng's temper very well, and now that the brothers were about to be separated by yin and yang, his heart was almost broken.

Leng Jian shouted: "Bai Wuchang, bring the wine." The sound was like a thunderbolt in the sky, resounding in the ears of all the wandering spirits......

Bai Wuchang had already seen this star, but he hadn't come over, and he was wondering in his heart, why did this Leng Daxia come to the underworld today, take a closer look, and the leader of the Demon Gate, Wei Lingfeng.

Of course, the underworld and the demon gate are like the official government and martial arts people in the human world, but the prestige of the uninspired wind is extremely high, and the people in the underworld are afraid of three points......

As soon as Bai Wuchang heard that Leng Jian was talking to him, he hurriedly took out two jars of wine from Meng Po, jumped and jumped to Wei Lingfeng and Leng Jian's side, and said respectfully: "Leng Daxia, please use it." ”

Leng Jian took the wine, handed it to Wei Lingfeng, took another pot himself, his eyes were moist, and he said sadly: "Yesterday, I went with the empty cup, and my brother was drunk on Huangquan Road, good brother, let Leng get drunk with you...... After speaking, he couldn't stand the sadness of Wei Lingfeng, picked up the wine jug, and poured it down in a big gulp.

Wei Lingfeng's heart is so sad, it is enough to have a confidant in life, Leng Jian actually saw him off on the road of Huangquan, for a while, there were a lot of things to say, but he couldn't speak, picked up the wine jug, and drank it in a big gulp.

Bai Wuchang is a messenger, but when has he ever seen such a deep feeling, he even turned his head, and couldn't bear to look at this sad scene......

Two jugs of spirits, in a constant flow, entered the throats of the two of them...... Wei Lingfeng threw the wine jug away, and said arrogantly: "The moon is cloudy and sunny, people have joys and sorrows, why should Brother Leng be so sad, Wei's soul is still there, Brother Leng will miss me in the future, you can go to the human world to see me." ”

Leng Jianyan said, "Why, why didn't Brother Wei reincarnate in the Demon Clan, but to be a human?" ”

Wei Lingfeng shook his head, and said with a flat look on his face: "The Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man, people are the most ordinary, do I still have any pursuits?" Don't you think it's the best choice for me to be a human being? ”

Leng Jian shook his head, he knew Wei Lingfeng, since he had already decided, then there was no need for him to say more......

At this time, Bai Wuchang looked at the time and said, "Master Weimen, it's time to hit the road, otherwise it will be too late." ”

Leng Jian's face changed and said, "My brother and I will stay for a while, will you also urge you?" Believe it or not, I will make your soul scatter and become dust forever. ”

One sentence made Bai Wuchang's face even more ugly, white on white, and already blue.

Wei Lingfeng listened and said: "Why bother him, he is also for my good, Brother Leng, Wei Lingfeng is incompetent, and he can't compete with you in the sword, so let's go first." ”

After speaking, he walked to Meng Po's side, stretched out his hand to take a bowl of Meng Po soup, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, looked at Leng Jian, and said, "Good brother, take care, brother is gone." After saying that, he drank it all

In an instant, Wei Lingfeng's expression became sluggish, like a child, his eyes were dull, as if he had just seen a wandering spirit at the beginning, only to see Wei Lingfeng gradually drift away, drifting away......

Leng Jian watched as the ghost of the unspiritual wind gradually faded away and disappeared. A heroic tear flowed from his eyes......

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