In the first level, I was troubled by the old ghost of the clouds, but I didn't ask it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And this second level is the sword bridge, which tests people's seven emotions and six desires.

In this world of cultivating immortals, there is an ancient saying: "If you cultivate immortals, you should cut down all mortals." ”

Jianxingqiao says fast is fast, and slow is slow.

A fast person is naturally a person who has cut down the mortal world, and he is dedicated to the Tao, without too much involvement, so there is no mortal feeling, so he steps across the bridge and passes the pass directly, without staying for too long.

The slow people are mostly people who have stepped into the ranks of cultivating immortals from mortals, these people have had the life experience of mortals, and sometimes they will be worried about some things, or they will look at the things of the immortal cultivation world from a mundane point of view, which is naturally quite troublesome.

Brush, on the sword bridge, the day flickered by, and after coming out, I didn't see Bai Dye, but saw a pool of cloud and mist pool, which was inserted with hundreds of swords, only the hilt of the sword, not the body of the sword, all in the clouds and mist.

"It turns out that the sword bridge is so simple." Bai Bai Zong said to himself, as soon as he stepped on the Sword Walking Bridge, he saw all kinds of mortal worlds, but Bai Bai Zong was born in a cultivation family since he was a child, so he ignored it, but thought about pursuing the supreme sword way, so he slashed his body with a sword, and broke out of the situation, reaching the third level of the sword pool.

However, there is no white dye figure here, and it seems that that guy's Dao heart is just like this, and he is still a little stronger.

Thinking like this in the day, he sneered proudly, and then walked into the misty sword pool, wanting to drive the clouds and mist to find famous swords, but unexpectedly, these clouds and mist floated uncontrollably, but instead covered those sword bodies layer by layer, not being exposed.

When he saw it, he froze in place.

"Ah, this little brother is really fast, but this question sword pool is not something you can choose, but a sword first, you better play your kendo level again, otherwise how can you let those swords choose you." Yuan Fu flashed out, saw Bai Tianzong, his eyes flashed, and he explained with a stupid smile, as if he wanted to seduce his mind.

"Hmph, my way, the way of the sword, there will be a sword to choose from!" Bai Zong glanced at Yuan Fu with disgust, he was naturally a little dislike for this kind of kitsch swordsmanship, mainly because the kind of means equivalent to selling his body made his body goosebumps, so he was not disturbed by kitsch.

It is also this sentence that is not afraid of charming, asking the sword pool, a blue-white long sword sonorous sword, the surrounding clouds and mist are discharged, revealing a blue-white blade, although it is not particularly cold, but there is a clear artistic conception like water.

When Yuan Fu heard this, she was not annoyed, she just smiled and said nothing, and then the lotus in the pond walked, swaying step by step, and a beautiful red soft sword came out of the sheath, flying around her.

It was when the two of them chose the sword that Bai Ran was in another world.

It's not so much another world as a trip back to childhood, to a mortal town.

Liubei Town, this is a small town, the long streets are wooden beams, people are dressed in simple and ordinary clothes, street vendors selling, hawking, bargaining, laughter, the sound is in the ears, and the noise is very noisy.

In the midst of these noisy sounds, in one corner, there was a child in a torn patch of clothing, with beautiful eyes, which made people feel pity when they saw it.

This is Bai Ran's childhood, as a mute, his parents died early when he was a child, and he could only beg for food with a pair of beautiful and moving eyes, but fortunately, those villagers saw those beautiful eyes and gave them a bite to eat.

However, there are also some children who are jealous when they see that Bai Ran's eyes are too beautiful, and they are in a bad mood when they are scolded at home, so they find Bai Ran and pull him to a corner from time to time to be beaten to vent their anger.

Therefore, when Bai Zhan was a child, he always walked in the middle of light and darkness, feeling the love of adults on the one hand, and the darkness of the world on the other.

Since then, he has known the black and white of life, that people are not perfect, that there are many inequalities in this world, and that he has tried his best to change it, but he has ushered in a bloody lesson. Therefore, he no longer strives for equality, but obeys the way of the world, and only by mastering the right to speak can he fight for the life he wants.

Bai Dye looked at the little Bai Dye in front of him, and his expression was complicated.

I saw him holding a small broken bowl, only the size of a palm, carefully exploring the way, avoiding those hooligan children, walking to a wooden door, knocking gently, and then changing into a sunny smile, his eyes were bright, like the summer sun, very beautiful.

When, when!

"Hey, Xiao Ran is here again, come on, Aunt Zhu cooked porridge today, and it just happens to be your little guy's share." Hearing the knock on the door, Aunt Zhu in the door opened the door, saw Bai Ran's beautiful eyes, immediately smiled, and hospifully pulled Bai Ran in.

A bowl of hot porridge was steaming, and Bai Ran carefully brought it over, blew a few breaths, and hurriedly swallowed it in one gulp.

"Don't worry, be careful."

Bai Ran smiled, swiped a few times in sign language, said it was great, bowed in thanks, and was about to go out.

"Hey, Xiao Ran, I heard that an immortal master arrived today, you might as well go and take a look, maybe the immortal master took a fancy to you, and he also cured the dumb disease." Aunt Zhu remembered something, and immediately said to Bai Ran.

Xiao Bairan's expression moved, nodded, and walked out with a contemplative expression.

What is the world of immortals like? Xiao Bai Ran put a big question mark in his heart, he had stolen the knowledge of Mr. Teaching on the other side of the wall of the school, and heard the descriptions of fairyland on earth in those ancient books.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, Dapeng sweeps the sky, cranes spread their wings, fairy birds send joy, the mountain Taoist view sits in the fog, the immortals talk and laugh, the clouds are free, there is no birth, old age, sickness and death, a quiet and harmonious.

The fairyland on earth is like a dream, Xiao Bairan with this expectation, with a bright expression, walked quickly to the square, and walked towards the turning point that changed his life.

Bai Zhan looked at the scene, his heart swayed, and then the scene in his sight turned white, and everything disappeared, leaving only a sword bridge in front of him.

In fact, Bai Dye has already cut off the mortal dust, and with just a light step, he will pass through the sword bridge.

The reason why he didn't step on it was because of this kind of scene, which made him feel nostalgic and unwilling to break it with his own hands, even if it was black and white, it was also an incomparably precious memory, so when the memories were frozen, Bai Ran smiled, took that step, and stepped on the sword bridge.

"From now on, there will be no mortals in vain, only me!"

A gust of wind blew into his heart on the bridge, and as soon as he swept by, Bai Ran felt how empty his mood was, and it seemed to be sublimated again.

Brush!

As soon as Bai Ran came out, he had already seen dozens of monks, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Sword Pool, meditating, their eyebrows tightly locked, exuding their sword Dao cultivation, in order to hope that the sword would take a fancy to them.

Bai Ran couldn't help but be a little confused as he watched these dozens of faint sword intent intertwined, forming obvious sword intent fluctuations. (To be continued.) )