Sword Sect.

Incarnate Peak.

In front of a cliff not far from the courtyard of the bamboo house.

Zheng Ming, dressed in a long robe and carrying a long sword, stood with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance.

In his hand, he clutched a jade slip that Wu Jun had left to him before he died.

If the incident of the White Snake Slaughtering Village in his childhood was a catastrophe aimed at him, then this time the White Jiao Beast Expulsion Incident was a catastrophe that swept the people around Zheng Ming.

Although in the end, with the joint efforts of everyone, and Zheng Ming's correct decision at the critical moment, he finally succeeded in killing Bai Jiao. But Zheng Ming also lost a lot.

For example, Ya'er, the fairy of the Tianxiang faction who is famous for healing, suffered irreversible serious injuries and finally lost his relationship with the Great Dao.

For example, Wu Jun, Zheng Ming's ancestor, and the peak master of the sword lineage, was also unable to suppress aging because of his injuries, and finally died of rapid aging.

Under this catastrophe, there are many people who were seriously injured and lost their lives. Whether it is the danger of the periphery of the Forest of Calamity, or the high-end combat power of the Shang Kingdom as a whole, they have all been damaged to varying degrees.

"Husband."

His back seemed to be surrounded by a bay of warm water, and a worried cry came from behind his ears. Feeling a slight weight on his shoulders, Zheng Ming tilted his head slightly.

At this time, Luan and his stomach had been deflated and returned to a bumpy figure. She hugged Zheng Ming's waist from behind, and her fair and warm cheeks pressed against the side of Zheng Ming's neck.

Zheng Ming patted the lotus root arm that crossed around the front of his abdomen, and after the other party let go, he took a slight step forward and left the other party's embrace.

Seeing Zheng Ming's actions, Luan He was slightly stunned and didn't try to make any more intimate moves.

is also this attitude of separation, even if they have become husband and wife, they have been together for so long, but they still subconsciously maintain a certain distance. Where does this alienation come from?

Luan He thought in his heart, endured it for a long time, and finally the thoughts in his heart still broke out.

"Husband, you are very special. It's like a bonfire, and the closer you get to it, the more you can feel the scorching temperature and beauty in it. People can't help but get closer. If it is really as the ancestor said, there is a saying about past lives and present lives, I think my past life may have been a moth......

Zheng Ming heard his wife's love words as if he was confessing, and slowly turned around. Of course, he knew that the master in the other party's mouth was talking about Wu Jun, who had just passed away.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, Zheng Ming took the lead in looking away.

"Past and Present Lives...... The theory of reincarnation, that was what he said in his early years. ”

This time, Luan He didn't let Zheng Ming change the topic, she took a step forward and grabbed Zheng Ming's arm.

"Husband, am I not good enough? If there's something you're not happy with, you can tell me. ”

Luan He's expression was unprecedentedly serious. is so serious that Zheng Ming doesn't know the past. He didn't know how to explain the inexplicable knot in his heart, so he had to be silent.

"We're husband and wife. Sharing a bed, living together, the most intimate existence! After getting along for so long, don't I have the merit in you that makes you fall in love? ”

Sensing the sadness on Luanhe's face, he hurriedly explained, "No, you're fine." Gentle and virtuous, beautiful and generous. I believe that no matter who you are, it is a blessing from your previous life to marry you. ”

"Then why can't you try to really accept me, try to like me. Although our union is not because of mutual affection, the relationship can be cultivated slowly. Can't you really open your heart to me? ”

“……”

Silent.

After a long silence, Zheng Ming finally couldn't stand the atmosphere between the two and tried to explain.

"It's not that I don't want to open up. I really can't even understand myself. I don't know why, it's just that I feel a little awkward and can't devote myself to it. It's like...... It's like ......"

"Like a spectator, a spectator?" Luan He took over the conversation and sighed lightly, "You are like an audience who is suddenly forced to participate in the opera, unable to devote yourself to the play, and there are still the emotions of a transcendent spectator. Maybe...... That's where your prophetic abilities come from. ”

Amazing.

It was as if a thunderbolt flashed through my mind.

Zheng Ming was stunned.

When he finally came back to his senses, Luan He had returned, and he was left alone on the edge of the cliff.

He put the hand behind his back to his eyes, and there was a jade slip that he was holding tightly.

Generally, the surviving jade slips can be divided into three categories.

The first is to summarize one's own practice experience and tell the teaching of the operation of the exercises.

The second is to summarize the trajectory of energy and record the magic jade slip of supernatural means.

And the one in front of Zheng Ming is the third category, which is a summary of life experience and a description of the heavenly way and people's hearts.

Zheng Ming gently rubbed the surface of the warm jade slip, and his expression was slightly in a trance. It records Wu Jun's views on the world in his later years, which were rejected by everyone because they were too sensational.

[Heaven and earth are illusory, everything is virtual, and all things are conceived in it that should have no purpose......]

【…… The place we live in is like a stage built for a play. Each of us is part of the show. We acted according to the script, each doing its job, doing our duty, but we didn't know it......]

【…… There are some special people in this world. Our existence, our joys and sorrows, our birth, old age, sickness and death, may just be to give that special person some insignificant feelings. Maybe it's just to add a lonely grave to the scene he saw, and add a flower and tree that absorbs the nutrients of the corpse and thrives......]

【…… We exist to add a sense of engagement and authenticity to that special person......]

【…… That special person is different from others, he comes from another world, from the "real" world that created this illusory world......]

【…… We have accompanied him through countless lives, countless choices, and countless reincarnations......]

【…… Maybe one day, when that special person wakes up and is no longer immersed in this illusory world, everything will lose its meaning, and we will cease to exist. But I prefer to believe that when our lives don't have a set track and script, we will be truly free. Experience what it's like to be truly alive! 】

Zheng Ming thought back to the words recorded in the jade slip like gibberish, recalled the conversation with Luan He just now, and fell into deep thought.

He also felt a sense of disobedience. It is these inexplicable, but real, indescribable and awkward sense of disobedience. It makes him unable to devote himself wholeheartedly, and allows him to always maintain a detachment that is deeply immersed in it but detached from the outside.

He had always thought that all of this came from his own ability to resemble foreknowledge and déjà vu. After this day, another thought came to him.

Foresight, detachment, inability to integrate, a sense of disobedience in the heart, maybe all this is not Zheng Ming's crankiness, but from something more essential.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Gu invites you back to dinner."

A slightly rough female voice interrupted Zheng Ming's thoughts. It was a woman dressed in sackcloth, with dark skin and a simple face. She comes from a small village at the foot of the mountain, and now she is the nurse of Zheng Ming's children, and at the same time she is taking care of Zheng Ming and Luanhe's daily life.

"Hmm."

Zheng Ming didn't correct the other party's words when he heard this, and after answering, he turned around and looked in the direction where the bamboo courtyard was.

There, Luan He was holding a boy who had just turned two years old, and looked in his direction.

"What am I thinking? I have a wife and children, my cultivation is smooth, I am admired by all the people, and my status is lofty and detached, what else can I not be happy with? ”

Zheng Ming muttered to himself in a low voice, shook his head with a chuckle, and suppressed the cranky thoughts in his mind.

……

Time flies, time flies. In the blink of an eye, it was already a matter of fact.

In the bamboo forest of the incarnation peak, Zheng Ming looked at the two lonely tombs not far away in front of him, and the light called years flashed in his eyes.

The sound of cheers and laughter came from not far away. Over the years, the incarnation led by Zheng Ming has grown stronger and stronger, and the incarnation peak is full of fireworks, so that it is a little difficult for him to find a clean place.

Now he has been promoted to the Cave Realm. Originally, the combat power recognized by everyone was even higher than one layer, and there were even rumors that he Zheng Ming was stronger than the upper race in the same realm.

Although his status has become more and more noble, he has even been elected as the leader of the alliance by the people of various sects. But Zheng Ming stayed away from those powers and gradually moved away in the direction of sublime and mysterious.

Nearly two hundred years have passed. failed to break through the faces of the people around him who extended their lives, and slept on the ground one by one. Among them is also Zheng Ming's wife and children. At this time, the two cemeteries in front of him were the sleeping places of the two.

Regardless of the image, he sat in front of the tomb engraved with the stone tablet of "Wu'er Moyu", and Zheng Ming spilled the wine in the wine pot in his hand in front of the tomb.

When Mo Yu was alive, he was self-conscious as his father, but he was full of majesty, and he did not show the amiability he is today.

As the son of Zheng Ming and Luan He, Mo Yu, who has no cultivation talent, can be described as both lucky and unlucky.

Unfortunately, every time you meet an outsider, you will get attention because of your father and mother. Come to think of it, the pressure on the growth of an ordinary person is very huge.

Fortunately, with Zheng Ming's prestige and Luanhe's doting, when he broke the jar and walked away in the direction of the gentleman, he had a bit of a taste of doing whatever he wanted.

Got into some trouble. Fortunately, due to Zheng Ming's strictness, it was not too serious.

After messing around for some years and venting for some years, Mo Yu gradually grew up and became mature and stable.

Without the support of cultivation, Mo Yu, who cannot prolong his lifespan, can be described as a very short life. Fortunately, his life is quite happy, and he is very satisfied.

"In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed since you passed away. At that time, I felt that the white-haired person sent the black-haired person in pain. Now that I've experienced a lot, I'm used to it. Two days ago your great-grandson died of old age, and he is your most beloved grandson, your favorite child......"

After whispering to himself to the grave, he stood stunned for a long time.

The liquor continued to escape down the sloping spout, only to be absorbed by his shoes.

Feeling the wetness of the soles of his shoes, Zheng Ming came back to his senses, poured all the wine in the pot, and walked to another tomb.

[The lord of the Xuannu faction, the tomb of his beloved wife Luanhe]

Zheng Ming stretched out his hand and gently brushed the stone stele, the handwriting on it was carved by him personally holding a sword, and the words penetrated the stone stele, exuding a majestic sword intent.

"As soon as I asked for your entrustment, I went to the Xuannu Sect on purpose. Rest assured, they did not have civil strife because of your passing. Now it has also become one of the major ones. Hehe......"

Thinking of the other party's shy expression in his memory, Zheng Ming chuckled in a low voice for a while, and then fell silent.

"It's all gone. Remember the little mouse? Yes, it's the dark-skinned, rat-like, rat-eyed kid. The last disciple I accepted. Even he died of old age. ”

Zheng Ming's speed of promotion to the realm is far faster than the rest of the people, and the people who can intersect with him are either in a good realm but quite old, or young but stuck in the bottleneck for decades or even longer, and finally have no choice but to die of old age.

Unconsciously, the people who met Zheng Ming and witnessed his rise and become stronger went away one after another, leaving Zheng Ming alone.

"Hehe, today's children all know my deeds from rumors and books, and they are about to lift me up to the sky. Some of the exaggerated elements of the story are understandable, and it is understandable that some of the hidden secrets cannot be recorded. But whenever I hear some juniors arguing about this, I can't help but laugh and cry.

For example, in the battle of the White Jiao Beast Tide, I did have some credit, but it was also because my colleagues were not afraid of sacrifice and opened up a way forward for me. Now in their mouths, it has become my gods, saving people from fire and water, and supporting the building before it topples. ”

Zheng Ming whispered to the tombstone, if he didn't look at his relatively young appearance, his behavior was similar to that of some old people who remembered the past.

"Two days ago, I went to the Heavenly Fragrance Sect and worshiped Ya'er. She never married in her life, and after missing the path, she devoted herself to the field of cultivating and educating disciples, and lived happily under the care of these disciples in her later years. ”

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, smiled bitterly, and continued: "Ha, what am I telling you all this? You already knew this when you were alive. ”

He stroked the dust accumulated on the stone tablet, and his movements were as gentle as when he smoothed the green silk for his wife, and a trace of affection flashed in his eyes.

"Those years are hard for you. It must be hard to hear me talk about another woman. I remember we had a few fights because you were jealous. Although I have repeatedly emphasized that I only see her as a sister, I think now that you are right. ”

He vaguely recalled Luanhe's roar at that time, this was the first time he remembered that the gentle and virtuous her yelled regardless of her manners.

"Why are you so selfish? You told me that this is not an honest relationship between husband and wife, but just for your own peace of mind. Why does a stranger who has never crossed paths at all except for childhood make you haunted? Your feelings for her are simply not normal. Sickly makes me sick! ”

Even if time has passed, many years later, recalling the sharp-tongued Luan He at that time, Zheng Ming couldn't help but show a wry smile.

"Every time, you give in, let me be selfish, and forgive me for my willfulness. I've always wanted to say this to you, but I couldn't find the right time...... I'm sorry. ”

After leaving an apology at the end, Zheng Ming got up and stood up.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm.

The house is full of children and grandchildren, and he has experienced it.

A perfect marriage, a virtuous wife, he also once had.

The supreme power, admired by all the people, also left a mark in his life.

Even the kindness and care of the elders were filled by Master Bai Yutang and Master Wu Jun.

Now, with the death of the last acquaintance, there is no one close to him in this world.

These days, he is even more rare to go out of the mountains and pay off all the cause and effect.

Over the years, the world has been minimized by him because of the changes he has caused by his thoughts and actions.

Now he stands alone in the bamboo forest, closing his eyes and looking up, feeling the majesty of the blowing wind, listening to the chirping of insects and birds, and the "rustling" of leaves and grass stems.

As if a marquee, his voice kept appearing in his mind.

"Brother Ming, take me to catch the silverback fairy."

The memory of the call from years ago paused for a moment, and then rewinded as if it had broken through a blockade. The lives and choices he had forgotten were unfolding before his eyes.

A life of loneliness, a life of dying alone in battle, a life of tying the knot with Ya'er, but watching her die, the hatred in Ya'er's heart deepened day by day, and finally killed his life......

In the plausible memories of life, Zheng Ming, who stood in place with his head held high, had no sound at all.

"What is this?"

Zheng Ming, who seemed to be like a ghost, looked at the familiar body that was no longer alive, and then looked at himself, his face was shocked.

[Attempting to break away from the illusion dungeon.] 】

[JY-FS7 substance with neutralizing memory blocking agent.] 】

The electronic synthetic female voice without the slightest emotion seems to come from outside the sky. It's getting clearer and clearer.

Zheng Ming only felt that his eyes suddenly darkened, and he fell into a trance similar to a coma.

At the same time, in the mental power assessment room.

Zheng Ming, who was sleeping in the cabin with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

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