After another ten days, the book Jane floated into the air again.

"Can I talk to you?" The woman who radiated a soft glow reappeared, still with her back to her.

Bai Muyun opened his eyes and looked at her coldly, without any intention of opening his mouth to speak.

"Well, I know that my previous confusion about you has irritated you. But if it were you, I'm afraid you would too. The woman sighed softly and said, "I don't know how many years of loneliness I have spent in the darkness here. I've been trapped here, and you're the third mortal I've ever seen. ”

As soon as the word "mortal" was placed, Bai Muyuncai's eyes were slightly raised, but he still didn't speak.

"I don't want to apologize for my previous attacks." The woman thought for a long time before she suddenly came up with such a sentence.

"I believe it." Bai Muyun finally spoke, and there was a hint of appreciation in his words.

"Then I want you to take me down, and it will be of great benefit to you." The woman said.

"How do you prove it?"

"I can't prove it......," said the woman, very calmly, "how many things in the world can be proved beforehand?" ”

Bai Muyun was completely indifferent to her words that seemed to sigh, and closed his eyes directly.

The unchanging sound and unchanging feeling in the darkness seemed to make a qiē still, as if a year had passed again.

"You don't have to." The woman spoke again, "You won't last long. The mortal body will eventually rot here. And I'm going to throw your disgusting corpse down with all the strength I've mustered again. ”

Bai Muyun was like a statue, motionless. The only proof that she wasn't a stone sculpture was that the long hair behind her swayed slightly with the howling wind.

She seemed to be used to it, to the scene of a woman talking to herself every other year.

Her divine consciousness had already spread out to the farthest reaches of her power in this narrow place. But no matter how far she could see and feel, it was exactly the same as here, no worse than here.

Bai Muyun's heart was like a silent pool of water, without a trace of waves.

When she got used to this kind of loneliness, she could think of the tenacious soul fire under the bright galaxy before she fused with Qing Miao's soul.

In her guess, the cyan soul fire had survived in that lonely space for at least ten million years. It was after receiving the power of the falling galaxy countless times that Qing Miao's soul had the opportunity to break through the Xuantian seal.

And this process, Bai Muyun has always observed from the sidelines. It is no exaggeration to say that every bright explosion of the galaxy will be a thousand or even ten thousand years. Therefore, the resurrection of Qing Miao's soul at least endured a thousand times more darkness than this loneliness.

And now, he has just inexplicably entered a spatial crack where the Ziyu underground palace is located for less than a few years.

Isn't this just a good time to give yourself a solid foundation, familiarize yourself with the meridians, activate the dantian, and wash away the muscles and bones?

Even though the woman sighed with understanding, Bai Muyun was not moved at all, and was always immersed in his cultivation state.

After a long time, she also knew that it would take a long, long time for the woman in this book to condense an attack.

Therefore, the last time, he took advantage of the weakness to kill himself and did not succeed, so if he wants to attack again, he may not know when he will have the opportunity.

Slowly, Bai Muyun forgot his mission, forgot his life experience, and even forgot what he had to do. She had become a part of the place - a stone statue on a platform on a cliff face.

Finally, when her hair was no longer blown by the wind, Bai Muyun had completely entered the realm of selflessness.

This was after several years since she inadvertently comprehended this "self-forgetfulness" realm when she entered Shangqing Mountain to cultivate, and it took several years before she finally had the opportunity to enter this seemingly easy, but countless cultivators could not touch it again.

This time, the woman who appeared in the book did not talk to herself, or try to use any topic to attract the attention of the person opposite.

She seemed to have given up on her previous attempt, and sighed softly, raising her hands as if caressing an invisible guqin, and sighed softly.

Then, the pleasant and crisp sound of the piano really appeared in this dark place for an unknown amount of time.

"Ding Ding Dong ......" The woman's hands fluttered in the air, as if dancing with the tremor of the strings.

Although he did not wake up from the realm of self-forgetfulness, a scene began to appear clearly in Bai Muyun's mind.

In a place that is extremely real, Bai Muyun is still dressed in white clothes and a teenager when he was cultivating in Shangqing Mountain.

Every day, she would sit in this pavilion in the spring and March, looking at the river in front of her that turned and flowed here.

The breeze blew away the noise of hawking and bustling in the distance, and she didn't know why she had to wait for a very ordinary painting boat to pass by and listen to the mesmerizing music.

It didn't take long for the sound of the piano to flutter with the pleasant wind that made her smile and raise a glass of sake in her hand and drink it down.

Slowly standing up on the stone bench in the pavilion, Bai Muyun walked by the river with his hands behind his back.

Under the ferrying of the boatman, the painting boat had already sailed into the line of sight of Bai Muyun, and continued to row in her direction with an extremely elegant posture.

There is no convenience in the daily music, but Bai Muyun has a very different feeling when listening to the music every day.

At this moment, she raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and felt the deep grief brought by the sound of the piano.

Although the rich rhythm of happiness filled the entire river, it was like a sad song in Bai Muyun's ears, with the despair of a heartbroken person, who could only stand in the shadows of the sun.

"Plop"!

Just as the boat was right in front of her, the music stopped abruptly, followed by the screams of the people in the boat, and then the sound of people entering the water again.

The footsteps of the river were rapidly gathering around her, and various voices such as sighing and curiosity were hovering here, completely lacking the tranquility just now.

The woman who played the piano committed suicide by throwing herself into the river.

But Bai Muyun did not make a move to forcibly change his withering life.

She never opened her eyes. The music seemed to be still in her head. She was like a passer-by, indifferently waiting for the end of the violinist's life, and the surrounding area returned to calm from crowds.

For Bai Muyun, he was just a spectator's mentality, feeling the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of all beings.

For many days, I heard the music of this violinist, and until now, Bai Muyun has never seen the appearance of the violinist. Because this qiē is not important to her.

The only thing that matters to her is that she's listening, always listening.

This contains a strong emotional piano sound, but it makes Bai Muyun unexpectedly feel a kind of blandness that has never been before.

It's like a higher level of realization in a state of self-forgetfulness.

It seems that under this feeling, the scene presented in Bai Muyun's heart made her feel the true tranquility of facing the hustle and bustle of the world like never before.

Although the luthier is dead, Bai Muyun, who has always stood in place, can still hear the sad sound of the strings, which gradually reverberate in the river, as if blending into the ripples that no longer exist, and disappear with them.

The tragedy of life? But just like these ripples, they are over in the blink of an eye after they appear.

"Thank you......" Bai Muyun finally woke up completely from his state of forgetfulness. And this sentence is the sincere words that the woman who saw the book after she opened her eyes and played the piano.

The woman was stunned for a moment and stopped moving: "Why thank me?" ”

"I can take you down to find out." Bai Muyun didn't answer her question, but got up from the ground.

At this point, her body was almost as hard as a rock. This is not only the result of her self-operation of the internal exposition technique for so many years, but also some subtle changes that have occurred after she has integrated with the environment here.

Just when the Shujian woman was still stunned, Bai Muyun had already stepped towards the edge of the platform: "If you are undecided, then wait for the next person." ”

"Ahh When the woman heard this, she immediately screamed, and quickly flew towards Bai Muyun, "Take me away!" ”

With a "snap", Bai Muyun pinched the book with one hand, and dragged it and the woman's phantom to his front, "Take you down, it's the sound of the piano that I thank you." I don't care about the safety after I go down, this is the price you paid for the sneak attack on me before. ”

With a cold smile, Bai Muyun jumped, and was immediately dragged down impatiently by the powerful wind, and even more quickly pulled down by the powerful suction force that came from nowhere!

"Why...... Be ...... Thanks for my piano sound? The woman asked Bai Muyun weakly in the book.

Because Bai Muyun carried it in his arms, the sword woman, who had not felt the temperature for a long time, stammered a little excitedly.

"The piano path is unpredictable." Bai Muyun answered her question after a long time.

"Huh?" Woman again.

"Isn't that the name of your book?" Bai Muyun stopped talking and didn't say more.

But who knew that these few words actually made the woman anxious: "You mean, you feel 'impermanence' from the sound of my piano?!" ”

However, without waiting for Kashiwagi's reply, the woman shouted again in disbelief: "How is it possible?!" This book "Piano Road Impermanence" has followed me for an unknown amount of time! When Master said that I would never be able to understand it, I just didn't believe it! ”

Her voice then weakened: "But...... But why do you understand the word 'impermanence' the first time you hear it? Why? What exactly do you hear? What exactly is impermanence?! ”

Bai Muyun was not talking. But in her heart, she couldn't help but feel that this woman was really pathetic.

If the path of cultivation could be passed on in words, then there would be no mortals in this mortal world for a long time!

I was fortunate enough to hear such a delicate sound of the piano during this hopeless realm for several years, and I saw an illusion from this sound. The illusion of the world is like something that a person can never know after death.

Although it is simple to plunge into the river, you will never think that in the vast sea of people in this world, how many people can be sad for you and sad for you?

When the love is strong, he gives up his life, but I don't know how many lives have fallen to the ground at the same time.

Your tragedy is just an after-dinner conversation one day, and the next day, no one will think about where your body is buried.

In the illusion of piano sound, the death of the luthier is the embodiment of "impermanence".

When the rhythm is high, it is this life, and when the rhythm is low, it is destroyed.

But as everyone knows, the facts of the family are just that, this is destroyed and the other is born!

The woman in the book may stroke the piano every day in the book, but she is too obsessed with the technique or the rhythm itself, and never really cares about the meaning of the piano produced by the rhythm she plays.

This woman is good at using the rhythm of the piano to capture people's seven emotions and six desires, so as to condense the power of piercing from the inside.

It is said that if you fall into the Tao, there is a chance that you will suffer a big loss under such an unaware attack. However, it is precisely for this reason that this woman will never be able to comprehend the original meaning of "impermanence".

Listening to the increasingly hysterical cries of the woman in his arms, Bai Muyun sighed secretly, and the distance between the sermon and the deviation was only the thickness of a hair. Perception and obsession are just a difference between one outside and one inside, but the woman in front of her can't understand it.

No matter how the woman roared and asked Bai Muyun what "impermanence" was, Bai Muyun no longer answered. The only thing she does is to constantly adjust her stance to protect and attack in the air in response to the downward pull.

No one in the world can describe in words how he realized the meaning of "impermanence" in the illusion formed by the intention of the qin, just for a moment.

With a "bang", Bai Muyun's figure stopped falling, and she stood firmly on the ground in a state of weakened suction.

"My thanks have already been expressed," she said, taking out the book in her arms, bending over and placing it on the ground with both hands, and said without any emotion. ”

"Huh? You're leaving like that? The woman finally came to her senses.

"I've helped you achieve what you want, so we don't owe each other any more." Bai Muyun said as he walked forward.

"Wait! You can't just leave me! The woman turned into a tiny white light again, and caught up with Bai Muyun in a flickering manner, "Without me, you would not have been able to find your lost soul." ”

Hearing this, Bai Muyun stopped, tilted his head and looked at the faint white light: "You said it yourself, you can't prove your words, so why should I listen to you?" ”

"I can't prove that it's because I didn't come down at the time! But I'm down now! The woman's voice suddenly raised a lot.

"Then you sue me, who are you? Why here? And what is the place here? Why are you coming down? Since you're down, why are you kind enough to take me to find a spirit? And why do you say I'm a loser? ”

After speaking, Bai Muyun simply wrapped his arms around his chest, expressionless and indifferent.

Don't worry, Yun'er is undergoing a mental transformation.

(To be continued.)