The wind, which constantly tore the corners of his garment and stirred his robe; The light shone on him, revealing a layer of human glow.

A young face, an old heart. He has experienced too much and knows too much, and he feels that he is going to be silenced, and everything will return to nothingness, ordinariness, and indifference.

Still, complex hearts, chaotic thoughts.

I don't know if he's waiting for someone, or something else.

Or maybe it's not waiting, it's just stopping, it's just nostalgia, it's just melancholy, it's just confused......

But who knows, all of this, like a dream, and all the things of the past, seem to be close at hand now.

The picture is constantly playing, so real, so intimate.

Things are still the same, but people, hehe, are no longer the same as they were at the beginning.

The woman's death could no longer touch him, everything was so bland.

He didn't show emotion, and his heart didn't fluctuate because of it.

He was like a strange passer-by, his eyes and body and mind were indifferent, watching these things happen.

It's not about hanging high, there is such a little bit of meaning in it. He didn't care, and he didn't want to.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, as if he was tired of seeing.

I don't know if it was a light breeze or a strong wind—his hair was blown away.

The black hair fluttering and fiddling, with the wind, the wind wants to do whatever it wants, the hair is like that.

The two are like intimate lovers, sticking together, not separating, not giving up, and doing intimate contact.

Fa is a docile lover, he is willing to be fiddled with by the wind, and has no regrets.

Just like the owner of the hair, he is also being fiddled with, letting his thoughts drift away, letting the past emerge, and letting ......

Well, he can't now, he can't, he can't be miserable anymore, the past that made him sad is gone, and it is no longer the same.

Maybe he's changed, he's gone, he's not the same anymore, he's been reborn, he's got a new self.

The past goes with the wind, let them dissipate with the wind and with what she loves!

But is this possible, no, how can it pass away so easily, this is his obsession!

Now that I've let it go, I'm enlightened, but do I have to let her die? Let her drift away with the wind?

How can it be so easy, how can it be allowed to pass away, his obsession for many years, just today, just because of some enlightenment, gave up?

No, no, he can't do it, but he can do it, who understands him, who understands him?

No one, no one could help him, he was confused, he was in the forbidden zone, he was in the end, he was involved in death, he touched something that he shouldn't be touching now.

Is this fate? Or is it something else, is what happened to him a coincidence? Or maybe it was really an accident, without any factors, and it was so bland.

He entered, there was no way out, there was no way back, he was confused, his true self was no longer there, maybe his true self was revealed.

The chaotic road, the chaotic people, all of this is wonderful, but behind the wonderfulness lies a huge horror that no one can resist.

One step to heaven, one step to hell.

Whether it's a Buddha or a demon, it's all in one thought.

Whether it is a god or an immortal, a one-step choice.

Whether this thought is true or false.

This person is either false or real.

There is or there is no such thing.

……

No one knows, it's mysterious!

It's so mysterious, so fascinating; It is so wicked that it plunges people into the darkness of hell; He is so beautiful that he attracts the thoughts of the world......

Thoughts arise from each other, and there is no end to desire. Everyone has recourse, and there are dead and wounded.

What is all this for, confusion, collapse, despair!

He had fallen into the abyss, lost to the point of no return.

No one can stop it, this is his achievement, his glory, his destiny, no one can stop it.

He was born for this life, but he died for some reason!

But is this really his destination, the soul's destination?

No one understands, no one can understand.

This is true, it can be true, this is false, it can also be true; This can be false, this can be false, this can be true or false.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false. Who can say that the truth is true, and who can say that the false is false.

No one, everyone is a crosser, a pilgrim, a seeker, a lost person......

No one can reach the other side, reach the Templar, find the true way, find the guide......

We can only avoid getting lost, stick to our hearts, have obsessions in our hearts, if we really let go, then what is worth nostalgia, what else can I recall, then what can I recall!

No, no, everything is going to the great void, the great silence, there is nothing in heaven and earth, no one to exist with me!

There is a place for life and a place for death, but it is only vain.

It's gone, it's gone! He was lost, and I was sleepy, tired, and slept......

A blue rainbow came from the distant sky, it was very small at first, but gradually, he got closer, and he could see clearly that it was a person in the long rainbow.

Yes, needless to say, he is immortal, his green clothes are fluttering, he is flying in the air, and he brings up bursts of qi. The long rainbow is mysterious, fascinating, the cyan horse is like a scimitar, he pierced the sky, the body is in shape, the sky is broken by the green knife.

It's the man, he's coming. He is so powerful, this day will be hurt by it, and the earth will tremble for it!

He is a land immortal, admired and worshipped by the world, he is high, as if he does not eat the fireworks of the world, he is a true immortal out of the dust, but who knows what kind of pain is hidden behind his glamorous beauty.

He's just a mortal, where is there an immortal! If it was an immortal, he would not kill the woman he loved; If it were an immortal, I am afraid that he would not be touched by killing her; If he is an immortal, I am afraid that he will not be sad for his beloved son!

Day and night of missing, this kind of love, blood is thicker than water, inseparable, they are a family, with each other's imprints, even at the ends of the world, they also have feelings.

He came, for his beloved son, after so many years, I don't know if he is still well, it is really heart-pounding!

Whoever says that immortals have empty eyes, and there are no mortal desires. These are just mediocre and ignorant mortals who impose them on immortals.

They can't do it, but they think someone can do it, yes! They firmly believe that they seem to be enchanted and fall into an inescapable abyss.

This will not be satisfactory. Will the immortals tell them what they are like? There are mortals who want to do it, whether there are mortals who read it, and whether there are mortal feelings!

Who knows, who knows! This is their wishful thinking, and those so-called immortals are also happy.

If you are a mortal, you don't envy immortals. Who will go to worship and ask for immortals! For immortality! For eternal life!

It's just that a mortal wants to make himself feel at ease, because he is a mortal, he has to be like this, they are immortals, only they can transcend! Get out of the world and get the way! Do not share the mud with mortals, and it is dusty and unstained mortal things!

The man was running through the air, his eyes were worried, his hands were clenched into fists, he was a little worried or very worried. His beloved son, his strong son, he is difficult to tame, he is full of indomitability, and even if he is wrong, he will not look back. He's that kind of person, very persistent, a little extreme.

Now that he is coming, it is his beloved Son who is calling him, and his beloved Son needs his help.

For a man as strong as him, what made him succumb to the jade pendant and let him ask for help.

He was worried, he was afraid that he really had some trouble that would be difficult to solve. Otherwise he wouldn't be looking for him, he had to hurry, his paging meant that great danger was imminent, very close, and in an instant, maybe an accident would happen.

An Ji sensed that powerful existence, he was in a hurry, he had to find a way to escape from here, otherwise he would face endless pressure, squeezing the hearts of mortals like a mountain!

He took out many items from his sleeve, some of them seemed mundane, some of them were full of treasure. They are all treasures that An Ji has treasured for many years, and on weekdays, they are his lifeblood, even if they die, he will not use a single penny.

But today, he moved the treasures in his pockets, and he used the treasures in his sleeves. Moreover, he took out a lot of them, as if he were going to pile up a small mountain.

So much of his heart was taken out so unpitifully, even if he was as demonic as him, he was a little uneasy at the moment.

Between his eyebrows, sorrow is revealed everywhere, his heart is dripping blood, years of savings!

And so, all of it, all of it, was randomly placed on the ground and piled up into a small mountain. Well, An Ji admitted in his heart, this hill is well piled up.

The strange peaks on it are overwhelming, shaking up and down. The strange rocks are craggy, like ghosts. This is An Ji thinking nonsense again, he is not clear now, and his mind is a little blurry. It's hard to control yourself anymore!

He was a little afraid, but he couldn't, he had to be strong, this is what he promised his grandfather!

But the treasure of this place~. Yes! An Ji was too lazy to think about it anymore, out of sight and out of mind. He closed his senses, and let him move without the magic barrier.

A pen is taken out, the jasper pen shaft has a pattern climbing, and the silver-gray pen tip seems to be soft and hard, full of elasticity and vitality.

rummaging through the treasure mountain, a jade bottle was held in An Ji's hand. Unscrewed the stopper, and a burst of white gas evaporated, intending to spread into the air.

An Ji immediately lifted the jade pen and depicted it in the white air. muttered in his mouth, and an unknown magic trick was revealed, showing his might, and this white qi was condensed!

Kind and kind, this white gas seems to have taken life, constantly converging towards the tip of the pen, there is a scramble, and there is also a manifestation of order.

Gradually, the white gas gradually thinned, and An Ji hurriedly plugged the cork back. The jade pen that absorbs the white gas is a little vivid and vivid, and the sliding of the nib has a thin white line, which is very beautiful.

Then, An Ji used a few bottles of similar substance, and the tip of the pen was already black! The line with evil intentions is somewhat striking.

He moved, very quickly, and he began to move in the courtyard.

An Ji stood in place, holding the sleeve of his shirt with one hand and holding a pen in the other. The ink line began to appear in the void, extending, and with An Ji's pen, the ink line was driven.

The patterns outlined by the ink lines float in the air for a long time, and they exude a strange light, fleeting and difficult to capture!

An Ji portrayed, and with his portrayal, it seemed that his strength was invincible. Fine sweat began to leak from his forehead, and a crystal clear.

It was difficult for him to support it any longer, and it was very exhausting to portray this formation. But he didn't give up, because he was a demon barrier, and he took out something.

It's a ball of flesh, covered with white fluff, and it's a little soft when pinched, but you can feel a little stubborn.

An Ji didn't hesitate, he swallowed it immediately, and without chewing, he swallowed it directly.

……

The man came, and he looked anxiously, perceiving that the position of Aiko was becoming clearer and clearer to him.

A curtain of light blocked his way, and joy suddenly appeared on the man's face. He felt it, and Aiko was among them.

Immediately, the person stepped in, and the light curtain did not have any blocking effect, and the person easily entered.

The green qi and blue light flying in the sky, they are intertwined and changed everywhere. In the corner of Qingtian, an unfamiliar figure appeared in the spiritual land of Qingyun Chang, and his appearance did not attract anyone's attention.

No one can stop him, he is a land immortal, the strongest in the mortal world. Except for people of the same level, no one can do anything, and if you don't reach the fairyland, you don't know how difficult it is to become an immortal.

This land immortal is just a seal of the world, they are just a group of people in the mortal realm who are closest to the immortals!

How difficult it is to become immortals, the world can only look forward to the life of true immortals, and support land immortals, which just makes them feel that they are closer to immortals.

They need hope, so they deceive themselves so that the immortals in their hearts can be sought!

As if he felt something, he looked to the side of the person, his gaze looked through the endless blue sky barrier, and looked at the figure of the person he was looking for, his eyes were full of softness and love.

Qingyunguan Patriarch was independent and immovable, he moved, moved his head that seemed to be immovable for eternity, raised slightly, he looked up, and met that person's gaze in the void.

Somehow, his heart fluttered when his gaze touched the man's gaze.

He, because of the arrival of that man, raised his head, and his heart waved. It seems that he is about to wake up, no longer confused, no longer lost, no longer ......

How convincing the original fantasy was, he was lost in it, but because of the arrival of that person, everything disappeared, was it gone?

He didn't know, but at this time, his body, mind and soul platform were unprecedentedly empty, very clear?

He missed him, very much. Since that parting, they have never seen each other again, and they have cut off news and communication, because he insists on doing so, and does not want to see that person.

But now, he saw it, and the person was right in front of him, as if the end of the world was close at hand. He read it, he thought about it, he regretted it.

He has never regretted any decision, but today, he regrets it, he regrets that he left that person in the first place, he misses him so much, really thinks about it, the departure of his childhood, the reunion in his twilight years, all of this is too precious.

But somehow, he doesn't regret it, he's excited, he's comfortable, and this feeling of both wanting and not seeing makes him intoxicated and obsessed!

Moreover! That man, he really killed that woman, unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!