"Red Dust Refines Your Heart, of course you have to throw yourself into Red Dust. But you must know that as a martial cultivator of the Martial Saint Realm, the essence of life has already begun to change. What do you think you can experience when you set foot in the red dust as you are?"

"That's right!" Yang Xiao nodded.

Not to mention anything else, in terms of life, the life of ordinary people is only less than 100 years old. But a martial saint can theoretically live to be six hundred years old.

For this alone, the seven feelings experienced by both parties cannot be the same.

For example, ordinary people will have illness, but warriors will not; ordinary people will feel that Shaohua is fleeting, but warriors can maintain their youth.

All of these are differences due to the different nature of life.

It can be said that the more advanced the cultivation, the more indifferent the feeling is to the most basic things in the world.

A strong person who steps into the Heavenly Realm will retreat for more than ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years at every turn. What is the difference between this and living in seclusion in the mountains and forests?

And it is precisely because of the lack of experience in this area that many people are often unable to break through no matter how many years they have been in retreat. At the end of the day, it's the wrong direction.

Therefore, if you want to truly experience the red dust, you can only turn yourself back into a person in the red dust.

"It's unbelievable, it's hard to imagine that there are such incredible treasures in our vein!" Yang Xiao exclaimed.

"That's!" Old Ancestor said proudly, "This Red Dust Palace, let alone you, even if it is a powerhouse in the Tianhou Realm, or even a higher realm, it will be regarded as a treasure!

"Understood!" Yang Xiao nodded.

Thinking of this, his expression became natural again.

Although Yang Xiao didn't look in the mirror at this moment, from the young woman's smile, he knew that his current body should be laughing happily.

Soon, time flies and the child grows.

The happiness of childhood, and the two little girls next door who have no guesses and childhood sweethearts, made Yang Xiao feel happy.

But soon, the little sister next door moved out with her family, and he had to go through a tearful separation.

Later, the child grew up and became a young man.

He is dedicated to martial arts and is determined to serve the motherland.

At the age of eighteen, he started from Rong and fought in all directions from a small soldier.

During this period, he experienced the hearty joy of capturing the flag, the despair and fear of being isolated, the separation of life and death brothers, and the sorrow of homesickness at the full moon.

In the end, he continued to rise step by step, relying on his military exploits.

At the age of forty, he became a general and a great minister.

Thousands of acres of fertile land, groups of wives and concubines, full of children and grandchildren, and pearls and jades.

He enjoys all the beauty and glory of the world.

But soon, the world was peaceful, and slanderers were in charge.

Ma put Nanshan, and the monarchs and ministers who were accustomed to living a peaceful life gradually forgot the exploits of the general, and only remembered that behind his glory was endless killing and a sea of corpses and blood.

Finally, the slander flew rampant, and the general was falsely imprisoned.

In prison, he was tortured, life was worse than death, and life was like a year.

In the court, those former subordinates of the DPRK, no one dared to speak up for self-preservation.

Later, the king pardoned him on the basis of his past exploits. But he issued a decree to cut off all his officials and make him a commoner, and at the same time confiscate all his family property.

Eventually, he watched his mansion be seized and all his family members were either enslaved or prostitute.

And he himself is like a beggar wandering around, and no one dares to take him in.

Even, some people who were jealous of his former glory secretly made him stumble, making him suffer a lot of bullying.

Finally, at the age of seventy, he wandered to the place where he once built a monument.

In the vast ancient battlefield, you can see broken halberds and bones everywhere.

The cold wind blew, and the heaven and earth seemed to still be able to hear the deafening war drums and the shouts of killing in the sky.

At that moment, a bolt of lightning struck the huge stone monument.

The stele fell, and the old general was buried.

This is where his glory began, and where his life ended.

At the moment of his death, Yang Xiao seemed to feel that his soul had been sublimated.

But he didn't have time to continue to experience all this, but he found that his body had once again become a child and began his second life.

In this life, Yang Xiao did not become a general, but became a merry and talented man, lingering among the Qinglou.

But in the end, he was depressed because he was not appreciated, and he died prematurely in poverty and illness.

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After that, he went through five full lives.

Knights, emperors, craftsmen, farmers, thieves.

Completely different characters, completely different perceptions of life.

In the seventh life, Yang Xiao almost has to forget who he really is?

And in his last life, he was a river and ocean thief who did all kinds of evil, killing people like hemp and committing many evil deeds in his life.

When he was pushed to the guillotine and the guillotine fell, the whole illusion suddenly vanished.

"Is it over?"

Yang Xiao looked around and found that he was not standing on the guillotine, and his head was resting on his neck.

And around, there is still the golden and brilliant red dust hall, just like what I saw when I first came in.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Yang Xiao seemed to find that the Red Dust Hall at this moment seemed to be a little different from when he first came.

Originally, there were no scrolls around this hall.

But now, there are seven long scrolls.

Yang Xiao came to the first picture scroll, and his eyes were condensed.

Because, what this picture scroll paints is the experience of his first life.

From a babbling child, to a great general, he finally died on the ancient battlefield under the stone tablet that once symbolized glory.

Looking at it again, the other six paintings also record his other six lives.

Every picture looks so real. After watching it once, Yang Xiao felt that he had once again experienced the life of the seventh life from the perspective of a bystander.

And at this moment, I only heard the woman's voice in the void of the main hall: "The time is up, you can come out!"

"Finally...... It's here!" Yang Xiao sighed.

At this moment, he understood why the beard would say that forty-nine days was not too short.

Because, that's a whole seven lifetimes!

Came to the outside of the hall, looking at Yang Xiao's still somewhat complicated expression, he stepped forward with a beard, patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Boy, how is it? What do you gain?"

"The harvest is too big to summarize!" Yang Xiao sighed.

Indeed, he is only seventeen years old now, how can he digest seven lifetimes of life so quickly?

If it weren't for the fact that he had received the memory of the Silent God before, and he had already had some experience, I am afraid that this seven lifetimes would definitely crush his spirit.

After stabilizing his mind and rubbing his temples, Yang Xiao asked softly, "By the way, those seven picture scrolls...... Can you give it to me?"

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After ten consecutive shifts, then go to bed, get up and go to the New Year.

Finally, I wish you all the best in the New Year!

(End of chapter)