In the wind and rain, the contempt for life and death, the unyielding sea ballad echoed, gradually, the thunder dissipated, the lightning went away, the wind and waves in the sea, also slowly receded, the night passed a long time, until the sky sun raised its head, and the shouts of the rest of the life after the catastrophe continued to disperse on this ship.

Li Jian looked at them with a smile on his face, sat on the bow of the boat, looking at the early sun at the end of the sea and sky, he saw the white bird, flying in the early sun, a hiss echoed.

Until the eleventh month of sailing, at the end of the sea, a continent was visible, and at the same time as the continent was seen, there were bursts of joyful cries from the ship.

Waving to these crew members who had been with him for nearly a year, Li Jian left the merchant ship in the twilight, with the sea rumors of a few months ago, and came to this strange continent.

Here, there are many mortal kingdoms, and there are also many sects and monks who have met that or seem to have met.

Among those kingdoms, there is one called the Fire Pole Country.

In this place across the sea from his home, Li Jian looked calm, walking step by step, walking into a strange world, looking at the strange mountains, looking at the strange water, and looking at the strange faces he met on the way.

Although he has never been here in this life, his name has spread to many places in so many years, and it has also spread to this continent.

Although it is not as famous as in his hometown, Li Jian will not care about all this, he is like a traveler, in a year, on this strange continent, he has walked through mountains and rivers, and walked through all the national cities.

In the blink of an eye, it's three years.

Two hundred years have passed since he left Zhao State, and Li Jian's body is not as good as before, but tired, in his hand, holding a crutch, but still persevering, step by step.

Sect, he went a lot, immortal cultivation, he saw a lot, the mortal Dagui Emperor, he also saw one by one, gradually, his name, in this strange continent, was known by countless people.

No matter what country it is, no matter what sect it is, people know that there is an old man named Wang Lin, who is a contemporary Confucian, and he travels around the world, as if looking for something.

His words, as he grew older, began to become less and less, but often there were times when he didn't need to speak, just glanced at people with his wise eyes that seemed to contain heaven and earth, and the other party would be confused in heaven and earth, and he didn't know when to wake up.

In the autumn of the nineteenth year, Li Jian came to a place filled with a large number of volcanoes, and when he came, it was the time when a volcano erupted, and Li Jian could see black smoke billowing from the sky.

The heat wave blew from a long distance and fell on him, Li Jian raised his head, looking at the black smoke at the end of the sky, and his vicissitudes of life revealed a softness that had never been seen before.

He saw that in the black smoke, there was a white shadow coming out, the white shadow was a woman, green silk shawl, very beautiful, she seemed to be collecting something from the volcanic eruption, holding a jade bottle in her hand, and when she turned around, she saw Li Jian on the ground in the distance.

This glance made Li Jian unforgettable, making his body tremble, as if waiting for this look, waiting for more than a thousand years, as if waiting for this look, he waited all his life, as if he came here, just to wait for this woman, and now he looks back.

The white-clothed woman's gaze swept over Wang Lin, not with the slightest familiarity, but

It's like looking at a complete stranger.

Retracting her gaze, the woman in white turned around, stepped on the breeze, and walked away.

Li Jian looked at each other in a daze, looked at the back that gradually disappeared, until he couldn't see it at all, closed his eyes, and sighed lightly after a long time, Li Jian's face became even older, he held on to the dead tree on the side, and opened his vicissitudes of life. In the silence, there is confusion in the eyes, but more than that, it is a complex realization.

He didn't know how far he had gone, he couldn't see the beginning of the sun and the sunset, on the land of this Fire Pole Country, he didn't leave footprints, but his body was going farther and farther.

Day after day, month after month......

The complexity of Li Jian's eyes is even thicker, but he still uses the confusion to cover up the complexity, to cover up the truth that he almost completely understands, it's not that he doesn't want to believe it, it's just that he still has a trace of luck, a trace of concealment that even he doesn't believe.

Until a certain year, one day, in front of him, a mountain appeared!

It was a dead volcano, and perhaps at some point in the past, it roared and erupted, spewing out endless magma and scattering countless pieces of rubble, spewing billowing black smoke into the sky.

But now, it's dead.

The ground is full of circular potholes, and the surrounding earth, scattered black stones, a breath of death, swirling here, hundreds of miles around, without people.

Under this volcano of death, Li Jian's footsteps stopped, he looked at the mountain blankly, for a long time, the confusion in his eyes collapsed, his whole body trembled, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"It's ......" This mountain, Li Jian is familiar with, this mountain is the mountain peak that is erupting in the illusory heaven and earth he saw on the sea back then!

The two cracks on the mountain, like entangled dragon and snake cracks, are like a mark of life and death, an eternal and immortal mark, telling Li Jian that it exists!

Looking at this mountain, Li Jian could no longer deceive himself, and he could no longer hide the enlightenment he had known for a long time, and the scenes on the sea seemed to overlap with the scenes in front of him now.

The illusion on the sea, the reality in front of him, fused at this moment and became an invisible force, this power rushed into Li Jian's body, making his brain boom, this power is so strong that for the first time, let him really face himself and face this place today!

"I should have understood it back then...... It's just that I don't want to believe it, and I'm just like you, to deceive myself, but don't forget, you deceived yourself, did you deceive yourself......" Li Jian pointed to the dead volcano, looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter revealing a sadness.

In its roar, the heavens and the earth roared, endless thunder echoed, and lightning staggered, filling the sky, connecting into one, this scene, like the wrath of the sky.

At this moment of heavenly anger, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the entire sky, and this whirlpool roared and turned, as if it wanted to tear open the world, and in this whirlpool, an endless dark world appeared.

In that dark world, a wisp of red light appeared, and in that red light, there were two corpses with closed eyes, one of the corpses, with white hair, and its closed eyes showed signs of struggle, as if Wang Lin's roar and shout shook his heart, bombarded his soul, and showed signs of awakening.

Li Jian pointed to the huge whirlpool in the sky with his right hand, his hair fluttered, and a mighty aura spread directly from his body and rushed into the sky

The sky thundered and roared, and the huge whirlpool slowly became smaller and smaller under the rapid rotation, and finally disappeared, turning into a white spot, but it was the white bird, flapping its wings, circling in the sky for a long time, and slowly flying away.

The spring of Liangcheng City passed quietly after a few months, and it was June of another year, and the catkins came again, and a painting boat walked along the river leisurely, in front of it, there was a stone bridge, there was no one on the bridge, but in the sky on the bridge, there was a white bird.

The bird had not appeared for a long, long time, and after appearing at this moment, it swirled around the stone bridge, and gradually, the streets around the bridge seemed to become blurred, as if everything in the world was blurred at this moment.

Only the stone bridge, only the painting boat, in this heaven and earth painting curtain, is particularly conspicuous.

At this moment, Dan saw the white bird whistling and falling from the sky on the stone bridge, turning into a white crystal light, diffuse, and from a distance, it seemed to become a white whirlpool.

Within the whirlpool, a person slowly walked out.

This is a young man, dressed in a white robe, his expression is cold and confused, he looks around blankly, until the painting boat is getting closer and closer, the young man's eyes suddenly look directly at the painting boat.

His gaze, in the blur of heaven and earth, condensed together, and in an instant, it seemed as if time had stopped passing, or rather, the time in this dream had indeed completely stopped.

Everything, all things in the heavens and the earth, at this moment, completely stopped, only the young man on the stone bridge was the same as before.

The white young man on the stone bridge was silent for a moment, then took a step forward, and in an instant he stood at the bow of the boat, sat aside, picked up a pot of wine on the table, and took a big sip, and drank the wine in the world where all this stopped.

The years have not passed, and the catkins are still floating, but the young man has drunk too much wine.

"In this life, how to ......" the young man said softly after a long time.

"Why do you ask me, my feelings are also your feelings. Li Jian put down the flask, as if talking to himself.

"Are you ready...... the young man sighed, his eyes blurred.

Li Jian turned his head to look at everything around him, his eyes showed a deep reluctance, but even if he was reluctant, he understood that he was leaving...... I'm waking up from this dream......

There are many, many things waiting for him to do, and many, many things waiting for him.

He stood up silently, the reluctance in his eyes was hidden, he turned abruptly with sorrow, raised his right hand and grabbed it towards the sky, and immediately a pot of wine appeared in his hand.

Gently putting it down, the young man took a step forward with a long sigh, and his figure turned into a white bird, heading straight for the sky, gradually disappearing.

Although he left, everything in this heaven and earth was still at a standstill, and there was no change in the slightest, only the pot of wine was there, as if waiting to be picked up, drunk, and finished.

The heavens and the earth roared, and the boat where Li Jian was was dissipated directly, and together with the river, the stone bridge, and the countless paintings on the river, as well as the boundless catkins floating in the sky.