Red dust citation.

Red Dust King's smugness.

As early as the First World War in Jinling, when Hongchenjun and Donglingjun watched the martial arts of the world, he once ridiculed, saying that the martial arts in the world only cultivate force, not the soul, and the destructive power is strong.

But in front of him, no matter how powerful the martial artist is, he is like a local chicken and a dog.

It only takes a slap in the dust to trap them in a state of no return.

When he said this, Dong Lingjun did not refute it.

This proves that Dong Lingjun also thinks that what Hongchen Jun said is true.

And from the name, it can be seen that the immortal technique of Hongchen Yin is a magic in the Hongchen Immortal Dao that incarnates tens of millions, and it can be used as a means of pride by Hongchen Jun, and it must be amazingly powerful.

In the sky, Hongchen Jun stepped on the sword, and the hat swayed.

Under the antlers and helmet, there was a ghost face, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

He doesn't care what kind of face he presents in front of everyone, he doesn't even care about the age of his character, he manipulates it with Qi Mei's clone, and he can also do that kind of thing with the bearded Yang, which is quite a bit crazy to enjoy it.

And for the end of the Heavenly Tribulation, the destruction of the true monarch's body, he is not as obsessed with Dongling as moving mountains.

He walked the Red Dust Road.

As early as when he was a cultivator and entered the Dao King, he had already experienced what all beings in the world did.

I have to describe it.

He is detached.

The difference between men and women, life and death, old and young, beauty and ugliness, good and evil, in his eyes and in his heart, is meaningless.

In terms of state of mind cultivation alone, Hongchen Jun can be called the first in Penglai.

Even that mysterious ancestor, in this regard, I am afraid that he can't compare to him.

In front of him, the Daoist Ziwei who was holding Tai'a still had a purple veil of light circulating on his body, and he was still as sharp as a sword, sweeping through the Eight Desolations, but the Daoist's mind had fallen into the red dust.

This spell, when activated, was triggered without warning.

The nature of the change was very, so that Huang Wumiao, who had always been vigilant, didn't realize when he fell into this red dust.

Since the name is Hongchen Yin.

Then it is necessary to introduce something into the enemy's body.

Or to lure something deep into the enemy.

Daoist Ziwei's eyes turned the world upside down, and his spirit seemed to be from a third-party perspective, watching himself stand on the sky, and the time of heaven and earth was rapidly twisting and turning.

Sometimes forward, sometimes backward.

The soul that has been cultivated, in that dance of light and shadow, can not hold on to each other, and falls into it.

In the next moment, a picture scroll like a vast sea of smoke unfolded in front of the eyes of Daoist Ziwei.

His spirit was dragged into it.

As soon as the halo flashed, I saw the mountain wind gusting in front of me, cloudless, and birds flying, which seemed to be a familiar scene.

Huang Wumiao was stunned in his heart.

Here he stood up, and as if aware, he stretched out his hands.

The slender and powerful hands, accustomed to holding swords, were now black and mud-stained, short and immature, like the fingers of a child.

The Taoist knew something was wrong.

This must be some kind of illusion.

He got up from the grass where he was lying down, took a few steps forward, and looked out into the secluded forest, where he saw a small village under the mountain, and the smoke was misty.

There are also farmers working in paddy fields, sowning oxen, and sowing seeds.

"This..."

Huang Wumiao's eyes narrowed.

He knew where it was.

"Brother no misery~"

A light call sounded from the forest, Huang Wumiao suddenly turned around, and saw a girl wearing coarse cloth clothes, with two balls on her head, barefoot, and holding her trouser legs, running towards him with a smile on her face.

Although he is dressed plainly and has patches on his clothes, it is difficult to hide his natural beauty, especially those eyes, at a young age, he has a sense of charm.

"Little Winter."

Huang Wumiao replied.

The Taoist knew in his heart that this so-called Hongchen was the truth.

Putting the soul into the illusion of memory and reenacting the past life, such means are also recorded in the Xuanmen Taoist Dictionary of the Jade Emperor Palace, which is quite a clever illusion technique.

But if that's all he wants, he has a way to break it.

Since cultivating into a divine soul, Daoist Ziwei is also studying his own Taoist scriptures, and together with Senior Brother Chonghe, he is re-practicing the Taoist techniques that no one has learned anymore.

This will come in handy.

In his memory, Lin Yundong took the hand of the Taoist chief, saying that his parents wanted him to go back to eat, and ridiculed Xiao Wumiao, listening to martial arts stories all day long, and he was a little stunned.

The girl chattered and said, what young monk Yuanwu, will come to Xiaoxiang, challenge the hero of Xiaoxiang Sword Gate, and say that there are demons outside the gate, and the heroes of the Huashan faction rushed to Kuang Fu Zhengdao.

Although Xiao Wuxiao likes to listen to heroic stories, this girl actually likes it very much.

This illusion is so real, so that the Taoist chief also felt a little emotional for a while, these details of the childhood, he almost forgot it, but he didn't expect to be attracted by this red dust.

"It's all false, let's break it."

The Taoist looked at Xiao Yundong with a smile, if there was still a demon in his heart before, entering this illusion would inevitably cause trouble, but now, Xiao Dong has forgiven him, and he has forgiven himself.

The demons in his heart are not there, his state of mind is complete, and all the illusions in front of him can no longer cover his eyes.

He settled his mind and silently recited the mantra of purifying his mind.

In the next moment, everything around him collapsed rapidly in the halo peeling away, and together with Xiao Yundong's smile, this long-lost hometown was easy for the Taoist to dissipate in front of his eyes.

Red dust leads, broken!

But...

"Hehe, is that really the case?"

In the next moment, in Hongchen Jun's playful voice, the halo in front of Huang Wuxiao's eyes regenerated.

This time he opened his eyes, and the place where he entered was still not the skyline battlefield where he was fighting against the Red Dust Monarch.

In front of me, it's still that small village.

He was dressed in shabby clothes, carrying a burden, and a tall man was carrying him, and in front of him, Xiao Yundong was being carried by her parents and was saying goodbye to him.

Xiao Yundong cried sadly, took his hand, and begged:

"Brother Wu Miserable, don't you go, okay? It's so far to Qilu, and I don't have new shoes, how can I see you? I want you to stay at home and listen to the story with you.

You don't want to go, okay? ”

The Taoist knew that the situation was not good.

The illusion has not been broken, this is not an ordinary illusion spell!

Isn't this scene in front of me the scene when I was picked by the heroes of the Jade Palace, taken to Qilu to study, and left my hometown?

This is the first time he has parted from Xiao Dong.

How did he answer at the time?

"Don't care about the beginning."

Hongchenjun's voice sounded again, and he said softly:

"Benjun can give you a chance to live again.

The choice, in your hands, mortal, is it to repeat the mistakes of the past, or to look back and walk the road you have never taken?

Look at another possibility in life, don't be afraid, it's just an illusion, you know.

Don't be afraid, choose bravely. ”

In the next moment, time flowed again.

Looking at Xiao Yundong's crying eyes in front of him, Huang Wumiao clenched his fingers.

It's a fantasy.

It is a means to deceive him.

When the Pure Heart Mantra is useless, if you can't strengthen your Dao mind, you will fall into it and you won't be able to extricate yourself.

So, once again, he made the same choice as before.

Light and shadow shattered.

Xiao Yundong's cry seemed to be louder.

Act III.

Opening lightning strike.

"Ahh

In a broken pavilion, a team of men and women are entangled together, the night rain outside the pavilion is dashing, and the pavilion is full of spring.

Huang Wumiao returned to that nightmarish night.

He panted like a cow, pressing down on Wan Dong who was constantly struggling under him, as if he was driven by the desire in his heart, and he couldn't listen to Wan Dong's prayers like weeping blood, and only cared about the pleasure.

That unwillingness.

Wan Dong is leaving him, and he is going to lose her forever.

No!

No!

No!

The woman in front of him was the love of his life, and he couldn't allow her to leave like this.

"Brother Wu Miserable, don't! Please! No! ”

As the woman struggled, her clothes fell off more, her fair skin, her beautiful body, and her jade-like posture made him addicted to it, as if he had fallen into an infernal hell.

"Does it make sense for the tragedy to repeat itself repeatedly?"

At the moment when Huang Wumiao's body shook uncontrollably, Hongchenjun's voice, with a hint of helplessness, sounded again.

He said:

"You don't seem to like this paragraph very much, but Benjun thinks that your love skills still need to be improved, such a beauty, being spoiled by you like this, it's like a cow chewing a peony.

What a rough embryo, Dao Chief.

Let's skip it. ”

The light and shadow flow, and the fourth act begins.

In Suzhou at night, Huang Wuxiao held Tai'a in his hand and rushed towards Zhang Moxie in the alley.

Act V.

On the edge of the Yangtze River, Huang Wumiao had a conversation with Lin Yundong, first talking about her fate and Lin Huiyin's fate, but the topic suddenly turned to the incident twenty years ago.

Act VI.

In the Xuanmen Daoist Hall, Lin Yundong reconciled with him.

The demons are gone, everything seems to be perfect, and everything seems to have a chance to reunite.

In each scene, there are voices of sarcasm or encouragement.

In these six memories, Huang Wumiao seems to be reliving his life, from the stunned at the beginning to the calm at the end, which is meaningless.

It was a life he had experienced, as if he were a prophet, looking at everything that was bound to happen, without the slightest surprise.

Naturally calm.

End of Act VI.

This is the end of the red dust...

"No, it's your red dust that is over, Dao Chief, and what about the others, who will come first?

It's better to be the girl named Lin Yundong.

also let you, a man with a heart like stone, see how badly that woman has been tortured by you over the years. ”

Hongchenjun chuckled, and the light and shadow in front of Daoist Ziwei flashed again.

It's back to square one.

Only this time, in the forest outside the mountain village, he turned into a water spirit girl with a ball on her head and shot through coarse cloth clothes, walked slowly in the forest, went to find her miserable brother, and went home for dinner.

In the second act, she said goodbye to her miserable brother, even though she prayed and prayed, her miserable brother, who had always loved her, still chose to leave.

Is it really that interesting to learn martial arts and be a hero?

Looking at the back of Brother Wu Miao leaving, Xiao Yundong wiped his tears, and made up his mind that he would also practice martial arts, and walk the rivers and lakes with Brother Wu Miao in the future.

In the third act, on the shore of Dongting Lake, in the broken pavilion.

The perpetrator becomes the victim.

Hurt.

The pain of tearing, without the slightest comfort, without the slightest pleasure.

What is more terrible than the physical pain is the pain in the soul, the miserable brother who has loved him since he was a child, how could he...

"Hehe, looking at the world from a different perspective, there are always some surprising new discoveries, right?"

Hongchenjun's voice, with a few wisps of sarcasm, echoed in the light and shadow.

The next moment, the fourth act.

It's different.

This is Lin Yundong's life.

Huang Wumiao incarnated as his beloved Xiaodong, hiding in the mountains outside Dongting Lake, with a big belly, it should have been the moment to be taken care of, but he could only escape and live like a wild man.

Her heart was filled with hatred and pain.

She knew who was responsible for all this, that ruthless and unrighteous hypocrite, but disappeared without a trace, leaving her to suffer here alone, and what she wanted might just be an apology.

He didn't even want to give her an apology.

She also thought about drinking a dose of medicine and leaving the baby in her womb, but every time, she couldn't do it.

I've lost everything.

The sect, the elders, the faith, and even the person you love the most in your heart, everything is lost.

She was left with only this child.

In the bamboo house in the mountains, Lin Yundong leaned on the wooden couch, stroked his stomach, and looked out the window with an indissoluble sadness, where there was only a lonely mountain pool.

"Wow"

Act V, Xuanmen Gym.

She confronted Huang Wumiao and spoke words of reconciliation.

Hongchenjun didn't do anything, almost perfectly restored Lin Yundong's psychological activities, and everything seemed to be relieved.

But is that really the case?

That woman, who suffered so much, waited for twenty-one years, and finally only got a belated sorry... This, is this really reasonable?

Can it really make people feel relieved?

Huang Wumiao suddenly realized that he kept saying that he felt empathy, but Xiao Dong's suffering, only from the words, he couldn't feel it at all.

He's just a hypocrite.

No!

Wrong!

It's a seductive trick.

The Taoist chief's mind was re-established.

In the next moment, the light and shadow rose again, and he returned to his childhood, turning into a little miserable, passing through the first act, and reaching the second act, in the scene where he and Xiao Yundong were separated, time paused.

"It's another choice, after experiencing Xiao Yundong's life, can you really live the same life again with peace of mind?"

Hongchenjun said:

"It is true that reality cannot be changed, but at least in this red dust guide, this gentleman can give you the opportunity to change and redo your choice."

"Don't worry, this technique, don't ask about force, don't ask about line, don't ask about the realm, down to Huangkou Xiaoer, up to Zhenjun Xianzun, whoever enters this technique, it is like passing through the illusion.

No matter what choice you make, no matter how long you live in it, the outside world is only for a moment.

This technique is not lethal, but just a conscience. ”

"What a pity it would be if you couldn't start your life all over again."

Xianjun chuckled and said:

"This gentleman will give you choices, every choice represents a new life, countless choices, countless results, you can try as much as you want, and even indulge in it.

But remember, the Taoist.

Each additional choice represents one more thing to lose.

The more choices you have, the more you lose.

Benjun will not take the initiative to harm you, but if you can't go through all the twists and turns and break through this art of conscience, when you are no longer able to make a new choice, you will lose.

And the price of losing...

There is no life and no death, trapped in that gap forever, just like a drowning person, unable to extricate himself.

I might as well tell you.

The immortal monarch who was trapped and died under the red dust of Benjun, there are... Heptad!

You.

Benjun is willing to count you as the eighth.

Come on.

Make a choice, pay the price. ”

In the next moment, time resumed.

"Brother Wu Miserable, don't you go, okay? It's so far to Qilu, and I don't have new shoes, how can I see you? I want you to stay at home and listen to the story with you.

You don't want to go, okay? ”

Xiao Yundong's prayer sounded again, this is the first node of fate, which represents the first choice.

Refuse!

Refuse!

Refuse!

Huang Wumiao didn't know how many times he refused.

It wasn't until in an infinite loop that he experienced Lin Yundong's life hardships countless times that he realized that repeated life could not break the Red Dust Dao Method.

You have to take the first step.

So, finally, facing the crying Xiao Yundong.

He pursed his lips, threw away his burden, stepped forward, and in Xiao Yundong's surprised gaze, he hugged Xiao Yundong into his arms.

He said softly:

"I'm not leaving."

"I will never leave, I will always be with you, I will not let you, hurt again."

"Bang"

There was a loud bang.

In the midst of Hongchenjun's laughter, the gears of fate were misaligned.

"Mere mortals, they dare to say that they have killed all the demons in their hearts, and this gentleman does not dare to boast about Haikou like this, it is nothing more than seeking perfection in the state of mind, but the thing of the demons is not as simple as you think.

It is not only born in pain and despair, you can resist the knife and axe, you are not afraid of being against the immortals, but the heart is soft and red, and the heart is full of guilt, and the desire for kindness and love.

These warm things, how can you, a hero in the light, resist?

That's it, that's it.

Let these soft things choke your throat and strangle the last breath of your heart and lungs.

Enjoy.

This perfect life that has been repeated countless times. ”

Red dust leads to rotation.

belongs to Huang Wumiao and Lin Yundong, incarnated into tens of millions, and the journey of eternal entanglement.

Really get started.