"If you stay here, you'll starve."

The north wind is howling, the snow is falling on the ground, and the little girl wearing a cotton jacket and her head is handing a frozen and hard nest to a young man lying in the grass in front of him, with yellow muscles and thin faces, who is about to starve to death.

Her eyes shone with pity and pathos, and she said:

"Master has gone to the village to see it, there are no more living people in the village, and if you continue to stay here, you will starve to death. I've already told Master, come with us. ”

Shen Qiu looked at the nest head handed to him blankly.

This was the first meeting between him and Qingqing.

No.

It would be inaccurate to say that.

It should be the first meeting between "Shen Qiu" and Qingqing.

"This red dust is a little interesting."

Turning into a young man who was about to starve to death, Shen Qiu pursed his lips, completely ignoring the dissuasive voice that belonged to Hongchen Jun in his ears, and reached out to take the frozen wowo head in front of him.

Qingqing's little face, which was red from the cold, also grinned happily.

The picture froze, and the world in front of me shattered.

This scene is over.

It's time for the next act.

In the Taihang Mountains, Lu Bujian took Shen Qiu and Qingqing out of the collapsed tomb, and in the dark night they were greeted by the heavily armed black-clothed guards of the Northern Kingdom.

They have set up an ambush here, a trap that has been carefully laid after being betrayed.

The white-haired and white-bearded master, holding a double axe, blocked the enemy for the two apprentices, fighting to the death while shouting for Shen Qiu to take Qingqing and run away.

He's going to die.

He knows.

But he did not hesitate and gave the opportunity to his disciples.

"Are you sure you want to run away?"

Hongchenjun's voice, like a voiceover, sounded in Shen Qiu's ears, and he said:

"Maybe you should stay and help him, maybe with your help, he can survive. After all, you are no longer the weak you you used to be.

Your combat experience is incomparably rich, and even with such a weak body, it will not be difficult to find a way out.

Are you sure you want to run away like a coward? ”

Shen Qiu ignored it.

Just like the first choice made by Daoist Ziwei in the red dust introduction, he picked up the wailing Qingqing, fled in the night, and rode a horse to leave this sad night in the chase.

The attack that should have seriously injured him was easily dodged by him with his rich combat experience.

"Perhaps, I can really try to save Lu Unruly?"

This thought flashed in Shen Qiu's mind.

It's like a choice.

Do you want to be saved?

If it is saved, life will be reversed, and regrets can be filled.

This hesitation was extinguished in the next moment.

He rode a horse, hugged Qingqing, and disappeared into the night very firmly, leaving the road unruly alone, leaving behind him in the deadly night.

The picture freezes in this instant.

"You're such a hard-hearted man."

Hongchenjun said:

"But the step-by-step rework, but there is no way to unravel the red dust of Benjun, the so-called red dust conscience, dare not face the past, can not transcend the self, can not find that ray of victory.

This gentleman has become accustomed to stubbornness and does not repent, that is the nature of all living beings, even if it was a thousand years ago, those really big people would have been stuck in this red dust.

I think that if I stick to myself, I can break the illusion!

Wrong.

Miss by a mile.

You have to make a choice, Shen Qiu.

I didn't even dare to take the first step of this Hongchen question, how could I get to the end?

You've been through so much, is it just to repeat the mistakes of the past?

Or do you think that you really have no regrets in the life you have experienced?

Hehe, I don't believe it!

We'll see. ”

Shen Qiu was silent and did not respond.

The light and shadow flowed, and the next scene opened, still in the Taihang Mountains, and he wanted to ask the mountain ghosts for help.

Then there is the city of Suzhou, for the plundered Qingqing, pick up the seven stars and shake the light.

The first battle of Suzhou, the dispute between good and evil, the wind and clouds.

In the land of Qilu, right and wrong are competing with the north, and the heroes have fallen.

In the bitter cold land of Liaodong, he entered the secret realm of the immortal family and fought to the death with Donglingjun.

Luoyang was on fire at night, protecting the safety of a city, but once again lost its elders and friends.

The decisive battle of Jinling, the destruction of the Demon Sect, Ren Hao died in battle, he betrayed the right path and achieved notoriety in the rivers and lakes.

The ruins of Taihang, nine deaths and one life, and the immortals.

Traveling thousands of miles alone, doing things on the left path, and suppressing all living beings in the rivers and lakes.

Go back to Qilu again, borrow the Yin soldiers, break the barbarians, come here to the evil array of all spirits, and face the Red Dust Immortal Monarch.

At this point in his life, all the unforgettable experience stories have emerged with this kind of picture, making Shen Qiu do it again, as if to reveal the regrets hidden in his heart.

It's like a canvas that has been painted in various colors, and there are always notes that are ugly and ugly.

If you want everything to be perfect, those ugly handwriting have to be scribbled and altered to get better.

After a round, Shen Qiu returned to the beginning, in the village of Nayanjiao.

Dressed in a shabby padded jacket and trousers, he walked in the cold north wind and walked to his long-forgotten home.

I have a realization in my heart.

"This is a labyrinth built by memories, and different choices will present different paths in the labyrinth, and countless bifurcations will expand the scope of the labyrinth infinitely.

To stubbornly choose a predetermined life is to take a clear path, go around and around at the end, and then return to the entrance of the labyrinth.

The so-called red dust leads.

It's a word adventure game.

There are several choices at each node, and different choices will determine the different directions of the story, and then pile up the results caused by countless choices, and finally change the established number of lives. ”

He thought of this, and the moment he raised his head, he saw Zhang Moxie's figure appear on the side of the road in front of him.

That was the first choice.

"The twenty-year period has arrived, and the immortal fate that others can't ask for is, after all..."

Zhang Moxie handed him the sword jade.

He said the words in his memory again, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Shen Qiu, who stretched out his dirty hand and stuffed the sword jade that had been handed to his palm back into Zhang Moxie's hand.

He raised his head, looked at the stunned Demon Sect Leader in front of him, and said:

"This thing is too valuable, I can't ask for it, you take it back, I don't want it anymore."

"But... But it's yours..."

Zhang Moxie's reaction was surprised, he wanted to continue to hand over the sword jade, but Shen Qiu ignored him, continued to hold his hands, and went to the village's house in the cold wind, he said without looking back:

"I gave up, I just want to live a quiet and stable life as an ordinary person, and now it's yours."

Zhang Moxie's expression was a little strange.

A touch of relief appeared on his face, and it seemed to be with a touch of joy, he looked at Shen Qiu, who was walking hard in front of him, pursed his lips, chased forward, and said:

"Since the little brother doesn't want this, then I'll compensate you for the rest, say, what do you want?"

Shen Qiu pursed his lips.

He glanced at Zhang Moxie, thought about it again, asked for some gold and silver, and asked him to buy a mansion for the Shen family in Yanjing City.

Time changes rapidly, and ten years later.

Because of Zhang Moxie's gift, the Shen family was spared the disaster of famine, and naturally they couldn't meet Qingqing and Lu Buru, and Shen Qiu did not choose to practice martial arts, but took the road of business.

Zhang Moxie got the help of Jian Yu, and planned for ten years to dismantle the Ten Thousand Souls Array in Penglai all over the world, hit the immortal mountain, destroy the ancestors, shatter the void, and achieve a generation of martial arts myths.

And the national teacher of the northern country was happy to lead a large army to attack the city and plunder the land, destroy the southern dynasty, unify the world, and carry forward the Tongwu religion.

The world is stable, there is no war, the Shen family's business is getting bigger and bigger, when Shen Qiu was twenty years old, he met Fan Qingqing, a female dart who took over the banner of the Lujia Dart Bureau, and the two hit it off at first sight.

Three years later, they became husband and wife, and because of the business route, they helped the Su family, whose family was in ruin, and accepted Yaoqin as a concubine.

The northern country is strictly governed, and the rivers and lakes are not allowed to cause trouble, and under the suppression of many parties, the martial arts are in decline, the various sects are dissolved, and Lin Huiyin has nowhere to go, so he went down the mountain and opened a restaurant.

But the management was not good, and when he was about to go bankrupt, he was acquired by the Shen family.

By chance, the wealthy Shen Qiu had a second concubine.

The family was perfect, hugged left and right, and enjoyed the blessings of all the people, until many years later, Shen Qiu was old, the Shen family was already the first wealthy family in the world, the son became an official, and the daughter married into the palace and became the queen.

The family is prosperous, the power is overwhelming, and because he is too rich, he often does good deeds, and after a hundred years of Shen Qiu, he is respected by the world as "Shen Caishen".

"Good fellows."

When this life was over, when the light and shadow in front of Shen Qiu's eyes appeared, he was no longer a child in a lonely village, but jumped directly into the scene of the night battle in Taihang.

It's as if the regret of the first act has been filled, and that node no longer exists.

Shen Qiu was still immersed in the afterglow of Fang Cai's life.

He couldn't help but complain:

"It's been smooth sailing, probably because I got the wrong script of 'Shen Aotian', right? However, why is she still a young girl and has become a lady of the big house? ”

Spit and spit and spit out.

This choice change has made his guess completely confirmed.

"Script."

"Every time you choose, a new script will appear, and Hongchenjun is the director of everything behind the scenes, the so-called reliving a life and making up for regrets are just temptations.

He cultivates the Red Dust Immortal Dao, and he already knows everything in life, and every choice can make up a logical and reasonable script, smooth sailing, and without any mistakes and omissions.

But the 'consummation' of this kind of regret is all kinds of temptation.

If you indulge in this false perfection, you will enter the red dust demonic barrier, allowing all kinds of perfection to pull your mind and mind, like falling into a quagmire, and in this labyrinth of memories, you will become more and more powerless to struggle.

A thousand choices, a thousand lives.

Knowing that it is fake.

But that kind of fulfillment that is really like reliving a lifetime, compared with the cold reality in front of him, is really too tempting for people like Daoist Ziwei who have great regrets in their hearts.

After all, the devastation in front of you is nothing compared to the idyllic songs in the distance, countless choices, and countless consequences.

It's like exploring the multi-week ending of the game of life, which makes people enjoy it.

Red Dust Lead...

Terrible. ”

"Congratulations, you made the right choice."

Hongchenjun's voice sounded again, and in this scene of the night battle in Taihang, he said in a more and more gentle tone:

"It seems that you have understood the rules of Benjun's Red Dust Immortal Technique, and every time you make a choice, you will relive your life, make up for the omissions of your state of mind, and have no regrets about the past, reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, and experience all kinds of things in the world.

With the body of one person, live the life of ten thousand people.

Just like if you don't take the immortal fate that brings bad luck, you can have a completely different life, and if you save the road in front of you, your life will be completely different.

Alas, this spell of Benjun was not used for killing at the beginning, this sad thing made Benjun and other immortal monks like evil ghosts, why bother.

But that's already the case, and it's useless to regret it.

Shen Qiu, do you want to continue? ”

"Continue, of course."

Shen Qiu raised his head and responded:

"Smooth sailing is certainly gratifying, but the memory of reliving a lifetime is still in Shen's heart.

With my mortal mind, if I live ten more lives, I am afraid that I will forget my life, and I will be completely lost in the reincarnation of the red dust of truth and falsehood.

This is the biggest killing move of Immortal Jun's red dust.

In this true and false illusion immortal technique, Shen's biggest enemy is not you, the immortal monarch, but Shen himself.

This war between myself and myself, I want to win, it's too difficult.

In Xianjun's territory, playing the wonderful script prepared by Xianjun makes people linger, and it is still a weekday game, but at this time life and death are at stake.

Shen is here to win!

And what I'm facing is a game that must be lost! ”

"Hehe, smart."

Hongchenjun's voice became playful and sarcastic, and he said:

"It's a pity that you don't have the final say on whether to play or not.

If you can't go through all kinds of red dust, you won't be able to solve this immortal art.

Benjun gave up all means of attack, and turned his own immortal path into such a wonderful method.

Even the Immortal Venerable could not forcibly break the illusionary heart technique of this monarch, so he could only go through the eternity with a firm Dao heart, cross the sea of suffering, and land on the other side of the red dust.

What can you do, a mere mortal, fall into this realm? ”

"I really can't force the Red Dust Immortal Technique."

Shen Qiu tilted his head, and he said:

"But Xianjun's method of introducing the red dust is based on my memory, based on your own cultivation of the Red Dust Immortal Dao and all kinds of life, making countless scripts, countless joys, sorrows, and sorrows for me to taste.

It's not fair!

Everyone only lives for a lifetime.

But Xianjun has lived countless lives and has seen countless red dust. ”

He shook his head and said to Hongchenjun:

"Shen is not talented, and he also has secrets in his heart."

"I also have a story that I hid for Xianjun to taste, and I can be sure that it is a life that Xianjun has never experienced... I play Xianjun's Red Dust game, and I also invite Xianjun to play with my script to make this Red Dust technique fairer, okay? ”

"You are already a dry bone in the grave, why do you want to play?"

Hongchenjun's tone became low and indifferent.

But Shen Qiu stretched out his finger, put it on his eyebrows, flipped through the past hidden in the deepest part of his mind in his mind, and said softly:

"Hongchen's miraculous technique is based on Shen's memory, in other words, Immortal Jun's divine thoughts at this time have invaded Shen's sea of knowledge, and it seems that everything is under Immortal Jun's control.

But Shen knew that any magic in the world had flaws.

Just like all the martial arts in the world that I have learned, there is no one who dares to call it perfect.

Your red dust immortal technique naturally has its flaws, you and Shen at this time, the divine thoughts are integrated, and this red dust immortal technique is a two-way interaction.

Xianjun can set up a memory maze and give Shen a choice.

Naturally, I can also open up my memories and invite Xianjun to experience it.

As for whether to play or not...

That's not what you say, Immortal Monarch! ”

A streamer, extending Shen Qiu's churning memory, burst out at his fingertips.

With the light of the reflection of the world, it quickly spread around, completely covering the picture in front of him, and in the roar of Hongchen Jun's anger, his wisps of divine thoughts were swallowed up by the streamer of this memory and were involved in it.

"Moving Mountain Immortal, although we have never met yet, but..."

Shen Qiu stretched his body, and he whispered:

"Thank you."

As the words fell, he stepped forward and continued to walk through the red dust.

When the martial arts come to an end, it also needs to go through the red dust, temper the state of mind, like a flower blue, the red dust asks the heart, this process takes a lifetime for ordinary martial artists to understand.

But right now, this red dust guide contains all kinds of life, all the aspects of the world, and the best thing is that no matter how long you spend in this illusion of mind, the outside world will only pass for a moment.

Hongchen Jun's proud technique also contains a trace of the mystery of immortal magic in the way of time.

It's a shame not to make good use of it.

In addition, Shen Qiu, in fact, also wants to see how many different endings his own life can have?