Du Fanglin's current situation is a little strange in his own opinion.

To describe it specifically, it's probably the edge of life and death, but somehow makes the process infinitely prolonged, similar to a game Hell Frontier that I played in my previous life.

As many people have mentioned, the moment before death becomes infinitely long in the senses. At that time, Huaishan was in a desperate situation, and he took advantage of this to turn the "infinite long" that belonged to the senses into a long-term dream, deliberately extending the distance between life and death, from making observers, including himself, think that "he" is still alive.

The development of science in the last life to the microscopic level is already close to mythology. In short, the existence of the observer further proves the proposition that this person is "alive".

The soul will not be broken, and the original body can no longer be used, otherwise the strange feeling will first remind this "still alive" and "you are dead".

The matter is urgent, there is no preparation, and there is only half of the Ten Thousand Blood Evil Sect brought out from Xuanzong in his hand, so what can I do? It can only be used on the spot to take this evil thing as the core, pull 3,000 miscellaneous thoughts, form layers of dreams in Huaishan, blur the virtual reality, and then reconstruct the body in the memory.

The success is thanks to the spirit of Huaishan, the very existence of the mountain spirit allows the practitioner to use it as a reference, making the false body real little by little.

This process has probably lasted for decades.

For decades, people living in dreams have hovered between lucidity and confusion, and the occasional lucidity has almost wiped out the fragile soul. Until a visiting friend said, you can't do this!

At that time, the spirit of Huaishan had been sacrificed, and he died like this, and he was also very unwilling.

'Hypnosis, I'll go to the Defeng Ancient Road for you, and please come to Feng Ruzun. ’

The visitor sighed and raised his fan.

As long as the memory of "dead" is removed, and there is enough energy to provide, won't it be possible to maintain this state for a long time?

But the soul is already fragile, and it is very risky to clean the memory, especially this guy's turtle hair repeatedly emphasizes that there are certain aspects of memory that must be retained, which makes it very difficult for Feng Ru Yingshuangqing, who is on leave:

If this is the case, I am afraid that there will be a certain degree of mental confusion, and the loss of memory will also cause cognitive disorders. ’

In the end, he obeyed the turtle hair traverser, Feng Ru sealed some of the memories and left the key to ensure that some memories would slowly recover over time.

Huaishan has since become Fuyan Mountain, and the people who "came to life" forgot the existence of the Spring and Autumn Linque, thinking that they were an expert in running a school who stayed here, and they could no longer clearly distinguish between some true and false concepts and the concept of time.

He remembered the Defeng Ancient Road and the existence of Feng Ru, but he thought that it was the memory that he chose to seal because he couldn't integrate into the bitter realm. He thought that the reason why he couldn't make an inch of progress was because of the sequelae of sealing his memory, which derived a series of unreliable conjectures such as "past" and "future", and completely abducted his friend to Yanshan.

At that time, he sensed a certain plan in his mind, and thought that he was thinking now, and one of the most important items was in Yanshan. And he couldn't leave the dream domain where Fuyan Mountain was located for a long time, so he obeyed his heart and helped his friend design a poisonous sword used to seal the bloodline of the old days, which was used to benefit the pit people.

He really forgot that he was dead, and once really thought that he came to the bitter realm to run a school and accept disciples, contact with a higher level of Xuehai Wuya, adopt Yue Lingxi as a righteous daughter, and accidentally accept a Siya Miscellaneous Shilang, all of which happened during this period.

It wasn't until some of the forgotten Spring and Autumn Linque could no longer bear to touch the mountain that he began to sense something from his subconscious. When he was young, he couldn't endure hardships and practice martial arts, so he relied on the strength of his soul that far exceeded that of ordinary people, and initially positioned himself as an expert in playing with the soul; In the past hundred years, some places on Fuyan Mountain that are different from ordinary people have long been imprinted into the subconscious.

But you can't wake up from a dream, and you have to prepare for something else. All the ideas that shouldn't exist were automatically blurred, blurred, and recreated in the misplaced memory, and it became a series of death events, and Fuyan Mountain began to wither from then on, and this pot was deducted from the head of the Taixue Master.

Du Fanglin lost because he came to the bitter realm too early, as early as when he faced the Xiwu Lin Evil Heaven Imperial Martial Arts, the people and horses he pulled up were still the younger generation, and his limited ability could not control the lack of blood cloud Tianzhu's skills; As early as when he faced the Dao realm, the first move he laid died in the hands of Zhu Wu, who was in his prime, and he was tired and wanted to save his life, but he couldn't find a suitable exercise.

No way. At that time, the peerless genius Xiao Zhenyue was still a doll, and the Xiao family of Nanwulin had just emerged, and the "Divine Condensation" exercise had not even started to be creative.

So the cause of everything is just because of a person's mistake in the Dao realm, and then struggling and refusing to die, and everything he did was just to get a suitable life-saving exercise at this last moment of awakening?

Could he be a little too selfish?

As the day passed, the night came.

On Fuyan Mountain, all people, things, and things that belong to the dream realm, including the peach blossoms in the mountain, are gradually disintegrating and disappearing, revealing the true terrain of Huaishan Mountain below.

It was a desolate place, surrounded by a muddy lake, because all the life energy was supplied to the inkpool above the top of the mountain, and not even dry grass grew for miles. Only the dead bones that lay among the broken stones and rotten trees, countless dry bones, are all creatures who have lost their lives here in the past hundred years, indulging in a sweet dream.

There was only one weak red carp on the mountain, which could not even struggle.

There is also a consciousness that is between life and death!

The dream has been awakened. The layers of dreams that have been constructed by him alone for hundreds of years have not completely disappeared, perhaps because the spirit of Huaishan that shares his vitality has not completely disappeared, and is still lingering.

The root of the three thousand distracting thoughts is in a void space like the depths of the realm. As soon as the Confucian consciousness "opened", the first thing he saw was the dwarf phantom of the red-haired youth who was about to disappear in front of the only exit ahead. Du Fanglin "stood" and moved, his fingers moved, but he no longer had a fan to hold.

This hundred years of dream experience is a test for him, and it has also left an indelible mark.

He took a step forward.

The red-haired youth remained motionless, but a voice came from the front.

He asked: Who is Fu Leshu? Is it the one who dared to step on the corpse mountain and sea of blood for the achievement of the blood sword in the Dao Realm?

"It's not."

In the empty space, Du Fanglin replied seriously.

He stopped, and recalled a little: "That should be the strongest contemporary swordsmanship in the Land of Yuehua, the person who honed himself for the final battle, and the person who died without a sword on the ground in the end!" "Fu Leshu, at that time, was only a name that was casually used from the classics, in order to secretly send the blood-colored long sword to the Dao realm with his own hands.

Who is Fu Leshu?

The voice in front asked again: Is it one of the twin sons born to a peasant woman in a nearby village who was sent to the dream of Huaishan in the future, and the disciple you pinned your hopes on?

Confucianism took a step forward.

Du Fanglin recalled again, "At that time, the dream of Huaishan was not perfect, and there were far more dead things than living things. I remember one day when I couldn't hear a baby's cry on the mountain anymore. He was silent for a moment, "Except for the mountain, I don't have any disciples." ”

That's why the Momo people will leave in panic, and Si Ya Za Shilang has never practiced on Fuyan Mountain. On the martial arts road, Shower Yusheng cooperated with him in acting, and many people already knew the truth, but they had to hide it from him at that time.

Who is Fu Leshu? Is it the person who judges himself under the peach blossom tree, and the person who betrays Fuyan Mountain?

No.

It was a victim found by a friend from outside the mountain, in order to attract the master of Taixue.

Who is Fu Leshu? Is it the only disciple of Fuyan Mountain who is outcast, the person who deliberately saved Bessimi Crazy Hua for the purpose of entering the Demon Realm, and then died in front of you in order to dispel the suspicion of the Demon Realm?

No. It was a chivalrous warrior whose wife and children died in the demonic fire, on the condition that he could see a grand fireworks in the spirit of heaven!

So, who is Fu Leshu?

Du Fanglin has walked in front of Yu Tunmo. He raised a hand and placed it on top of the head of the red-haired youth, who had never actually grown.

He was adamant: "It's me." ”

The illusion has since disintegrated, the dream is spreading, and where the two of them stood, the void turned into brown soil in an instant, and above the soil was a pile of white bones that had weathered over the past hundred years.

Fuyan Mountain has never been a good place, because of an unawakened dream, how many dead creatures who were forced to fall into the dream can no longer be counted. Legend has it that there are ten disciples under the main seat of Fuyan Mountain, and the truth can only be shown by the dry bones on the ground and the codex written by the Momo people for many years.

When that book arrived, it had been replaced by Shower Sheng, and it was evidence that must not be left behind!

On the mountain road, it was actually "Du Fanglin" who had doubts about his own existence at that time. And in the eyes of the spirit of Huaishan who was bound to the body of the fish swallowing ink, this man named the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord was never a kind existence.

"I never lie."

He looked at the pupils of the red-haired young man under his hand that suddenly contracted, "Don't kill people either." ”

All along, he did fulfill the oath he had made to the Kamikaze, not lying, and never killing anyone again.

Although the words are sincere, the spirit of Huaishan cannot forget the painful pain of being extracted from the source of life that day, and the dry bones of countless creatures now all over the mountain.

The red-haired youth struggled slightly, trying to get rid of the palm covering the top of his head.

But Du Fanglin said:

"I remember everything you tried to tell me."

"I also remember all the people who died."

"I remember everything I've done to you, but I'm not going to apologize and I'm not going to lie."

The real Confucian in front of him is actually closer to the existence at the end of the dream that manipulates the Buddha's every move. His voice and appearance are also very similar to the existence in a hundred-year dream, who has been with the red-haired young man who has been incarnated by the mountain spirit day and night, only one thing is different, it may be that the experience is different, it seems that his attitude is a lot gentler, and he has to be more calm.

Yu Swallow's eyes suddenly turned red - "I ask you!" Back then, when you were seriously injured and dying, it was obviously the mountain that accepted you, you restrained me and destroyed me, have you ever felt a trace of regret? ”

- I later learned about the Dao Realm, why did you know that you would die and still have to go, have you ever felt a trace of regret?

- I've been watching in Huaishan, you have done a lot of things, no one knows, you have watched many people die, why do you never regret it?

The dream is about to fade.

The exit of the dream is right where the spirit of Huaishan stands! The existence of this dream and the entire Fuyan Mountain originally borrowed the power of the mountain spirit.

"No regrets."

The Confucian scholar looked down at the eyes of the fish swallowing ink, "I am always moving forward step by step, doing one step at a time, taking one step at a time." I'm not a saint either, I have things I want to get, and I want to live to see the end. It's so dangerous here, I don't know when I'm going to die, so I never think about any possibility when I walk forward. ”

This is a traverser.

"I know a lot of things, but I'm really not God."

Under Du Fanglin's palm, the shadow of the red-haired young man had gradually disappeared, this was originally only a part of him, and it was the last question that came from the spirit of Huaishan that was absorbed by him.

On the empty Fuyan Mountain, a small red-tailed fish began to emit a rancid stench.

The last trace of vitality sank into the top of Huaishan Mountain, turned into the last trace of strength, and sank into the inkpool shaped like an inkstone behind the decaying stump. The painting and the wooden frame were corroded into mud, with a few pieces of clothing next to the dirt, and a fishbone in it.

In the void world of tens of thousands of gossamers, the bottom of Du Fanglin's palm suddenly emptied. He stopped talking, thinking to himself, is this because he has been forgiven, or because of the loss of outside power?

He's really not very good at convincing people.

At the end of the void world, a red gossamer can be seen at a glance connecting another world of consciousness. This extra marked soul thought came from the only person who was recently regarded as the cause and effect of his sword, and the distinctive color was probably due to the blood of the heart stained on the sword.

"I'm going to see someone through this dream." Du Fanglin looked at the emptiness under his palm, and continued: "I will talk to him about my ideals and life, and then, if it goes well, I will continue to move forward with the part that belongs to you." ”

"At that point, you'll be me. There should be no more such doubts. ”