Lin Ruo just came up to pass the word, but when he saw Qianchen like this, he felt a little unbearable in his heart.

The sorrow that can be seen, the sadness of that touch, flows like flowing water, hanging into the heart.

"Aren't you going to look for her?" Lin Ruo said.

He wished there was a small wooden table between the two of them, and a pot of wine could be placed, which didn't need to be too good, and it could be tasted in his throat and spicy.

It's just that only boundless fallen leaves fall from the sky, falling down between the two.

"Can I go?" Qianchen said, his words were shallow, and when he asked Lin Ruo again, it was more like asking himself.

"Why can't you go, she said she hated you and didn't necessarily ......"

It's true, but Lin Ruo himself was stunned, Hongyan's words were a little true, and a little false.

He has only been with Hongyan for a short period of ten days, and how many people know Hongyan.

He is now nothing more than a microphone, conveying parting sorrows.

"However, it can't, the sky that Qingshan refers to is broken by thousands of threads before it can rise from the ground."

Qianchen rolled smoke clouds into the distance, and if there was a phantom of his master in the smoke clouds, he waved his hand, as if to let him follow again.

There is a heavenly road, step through the void!

Gradually, his gaze became blurred, and his thoughts returned to when his master was still by his side, Lin Ruo watched quietly from the side, not speaking.

He understood that the current Qianchen was thinking alone, and it was inconvenient for him to interrupt Qianchen's thoughts.

……

Qianchen was an orphan and had no relatives since he was a child, if it weren't for his master, I am afraid that he would have died in that city.

His master was his reliance and set him on a completely different path.

His master is looking for heaven and asking about immortality.

And so it is with him, all the things in this world have nothing to do with him.

There are clouds and mist in the mountains, the clouds and mist are impermanent, there is no stereotype, they dissolve with the wind, and they fall with the rain, just like the fairy road.

There is no one for good, no other, only oneself.

So in the end, his master left alone, leaving him alone.

And the former came here, a place of complete seclusion.

His master once mentioned to him that there was a wonderful place in this world.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter, and people inside are not allowed to go out, and the people inside are also distinctive, if they go out, they can be said to be strong people in the world, and more importantly, the atmosphere that exists there is especially suitable for him and his master to cultivate.

At that time, Qianchen once asked his master where the place in his mouth was and what it was called.

However, his master shook his head, then nodded, "I don't know where it is, I just know the name of that place, the place where the dream began." ”

That was the first time Qianchen had seen a look of gloom on his master's face.

His master's ability is not only shown at both offensive and defensive ends, but also has an ability that can be estimated to be all things in the world, but he has never found the place where the dream began.

"Maybe it's fake, Master, you don't have to worry too much." On that day, Qianchen still remembered that he had comforted his master.

However, his master just smiled and put his hand on his head: "True or false is no longer so important to Master, because Master will soon complete my journey and truly step into the Land of Eternal Life." But I'm worried about you, the past, your future, I see. ”

"My future?" Qianchen looked at his master curiously, what happened to his future, the master looked so serious.

"Yes, your future, you tell Master, do you want to step into the land of eternal life like Master, or do you want to be nostalgic for Hongchen's feelings."

Qianchen looked at his master in a daze, he didn't think about it at that time, and said directly: "Of course, I have stepped into the land of eternal life." ”

However, when he finished speaking, he heard his master sigh.

"You answer so quickly, I don't know if it's good or bad, the moment you say you want to step into the land of eternal life, you will be lonely all your life, and you have already cut off other paths, we have only one way, but we can't say it lightly."

Looking at the puzzled Qianchen, the master of Qianchen could only go forward, and at this moment, this back was a little lonely.

He then traveled with his master for two years, and then his master left him completely.

After that, Qianchen traveled the whole world alone.

I've seen killing, I've seen slander, and love, but none of this has anything to do with him, he's just a passerby.

During this period, some people wanted to follow him as an apprentice, but they couldn't endure the hardships along the way and sought a high position when they walked through a city.

And there are also people who admire the manners, followed behind, but also left because of his indifference and married a woman.

Along the way, too many people passed by him, but they were only passers-by.

His master was right, from the time he decided to embark on the road to find the land of immortality, his fate was already doomed to a lifetime of loneliness, and no one would be with him.

Later, I was also relieved.

He walked a lot, stayed there, stayed for a long time, and left quickly, and then stopped at the next place.

In these places, the place where Qianchen stays the most is the top of the mountain, looking at the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, watching the bumps along the way.

He was used to walking during the day, and one day he suddenly wanted to walk at night.

Standing on the top of the mountain, I didn't want to think about it, and jumped directly under this cloud.

He has always watched the clouds and mist from afar, and rarely penetrated into them.

But this night, his heart suddenly felt that he should embrace this cloud.

The clouds are white during the day, and the clouds at night are the same color as the night.

But as he jumped down, the clouds took on a new color, and the green light appeared, like a new plant, with vigor and vitality.

The color of clouds and mist is easy and unchangeable, and if it changes, it means that there should be adventures inside.

All the changes in heaven and earth are caused by strange things, and strange things represent gifts, as for whether it is a gift, whether it is an adventure or bad luck depends on the creation of the individual.

The person who jumps off the cliff always has an adventure, which is what his master told him.

But he also asked his master, and asked him: Did you jump off the cliff?

Then his master directly patted his head with his hand: Does your master need to jump off the cliff? That's all done by desperate people, don't disgrace me.

His master, who had promised him, said that he would never jump off the cliff.

Now that he has broken this promise, I don't know if his master will scold him when he sees him in the future.

But Qianchen had spent too much time thinking about this matter, and now he felt very different in the clouds, as if he was in a lush place, all the pores on his body were stretched, and he frantically absorbed the surrounding breath.

For a moment, he felt that his whole body was expanding, and his strength was constantly soaring.

During this time, he already felt that his strength was close to the level when his master first met him.

And now it's even more intense.

Soon, you will be able to go to the land of eternal life.

Qianchen slowly fell, letting the air blow past him, allowing the power in his body to expand.

The sound of the wind in my ears is like the sound of musical instruments singing, and the sound is continuous.

It was the continuous sound that made Qianchen react instantly, and opened his eyes to see everything in front of him.

Still falling, it seems impossible to stop.

The canyon is like a dark bottomless pit.

And not only for this reason, Qianchen also felt a strange phenomenon, that is, when he fell, it seemed that there was a barrier constantly isolating him, every time he passed through, the speed of the fall would be reduced by one point, but the power inhaled into the body would be one point stronger.

This was originally a good thing, but it also made Qianchen's heart vigilant.

Every time he hit the shield, he counted.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

……

"Ninety-nine!"

He didn't know how long he had been flying, but he felt that it was a long time, and the shield he had worn and the one he hadn't counted at the beginning was exactly a hundred.

What this meant, Qianchen didn't know, he only knew, he thought it would continue, but he didn't want to, and landed on another flat ground.

It is said that it is flat land, but in fact it is only relative, compared to the sky where there is nowhere to stay, this is flat land, and there is nothing wrong with it.

However, this is a mountain, a mountain where you can see the clouds and mist, and the spiritual power here is like the most beautiful gift in the world for him.

With the current strength of the previous dust, he can be far away from the royal road with a rippling protective shield.

Where is this?

Qianchen looked around, and suddenly remembered the place that his master had told him about, the place where their cultivation was beneficial to the beginning of the dream.

I didn't expect to actually come here.

It's just a whim, but I came to the place I dreamed of.

Over the years, although he has only been traveling around the world, he has actually been looking for this place, and seeing it now undoubtedly makes him ecstatic.

It's been a long time since I've had this kind of joy.

Since he was cultivating with his master, there have been few waves in his heart.

It had something to do with his situation.

His master once told him that he was the most suitable person to set foot in this land of eternal life, both in terms of life and talent.

There are no relatives and friends, no worries, and his talent is even more unique in ten thousand, this cultivation method of stepping on the land of eternal life is not only undoubtedly the most important thing is undoubtedly a person's talent, and the previous dust is undoubtedly the most occupied time and people, and now he has come to the most suitable place for his cultivation, and he has occupied the geographical advantage.

Sure enough, there are always adventures in cliff jumping, which is a blessing, not a bad luck.

Now Qianchen just wants to say to his master: Master, sometimes we still have to jump off the cliff.

But he knew one more thing, and that was that he was close to the land of eternal life, and when he passed, he would see his master again.

The only person he's close to now.

Although it was only one step away, Qianchen still sat patiently on this mountain, watching the clouds and mist, playing the flute, and letting his voice dance with the clouds and mist.

Time passed, and every day Qianchen could feel that he was one step closer than in the past.

However, it is only one step, just one step, but this step is not a quantitative change but a qualitative change.

On this day, he felt like he had opened a door to the land of heaven and earth, and he had already gotten his first glimpse of the doorway, and let himself fully integrate into his singing.

Just when he was forgetful, suddenly a person broke into his sight, and his red and fiery appearance reminded him of his master before he left, and his master followed him like this.

"Now that you have everything I have, I have nothing more to teach you, but before I go, I want to warn you that you are now equal to a demigod, and you must not move your mortal heart, otherwise even if you are fine, your loved ones will fall into a catastrophe."

What is mortal heart, Qianchen didn't know, but on this day his heart was beating, but he didn't know why, there was only a feeling that he just wanted to meet Hongyan.

When it was even more peculiar, a painting appeared in his mind again, not in this life, but more like a picture of a past life.

He had seen Hongyan, and every time he wanted to see Hongyan, he would play the recorder.

And he remembered another thing, he had been to the place where the dream began, and this was the place where he first met Hongyan.

In the same scene, at the same time, playing the recorder, the red face ran up inexplicably.

The joy at first sight made his song stop.

There was something wrong with Hongyan's appearance, as if he was angry, and in an instant, the quiet air was also disturbed by Hongyan, and he became restless.

"Who are you and why are you here?" It was still the same sentence, a slightly angry sentence, like his secret cabin being broken into by a stranger, and like a frightened cat.

And he just turned around, picked up the recorder, and played a song gently.

This mountain, this fog, this wind.

This man, this singing, so, so.

The tranquil sound seems to have a calming effect.

The restless man slowly settled down.

After a long time, Hongyan went down the mountain, and didn't say anything more to this person who suddenly broke into the territory?

Since then, Hongyan will come over every time and don't speak, she originally thought that maybe the past is gone, after all, no one has been stupid to stay on this mountain.

However, the dust is still there, still standing in the same place yesterday, and the appearance will not change a little bit every day.

He didn't look like a man, but more like a pine and cypress growing on this mountain.

Hongyan had never seen such a person, with a smile on his face, he looked at Qianchen, but did not speak.

Qianchen looked at her, she looked at Qianchen.

After a long time, the recorder was hung up again and yesterday's song was played.

The sound that is still quiet, the clear spring that flows in people's hearts.

Hongyan closed his eyes, opened them, and then slowly walked down the mountain.

She didn't look back because she knew she would see it again tomorrow.

Day 3 is still ......

On the fourth day, she carried a basket of fruits, red, yellow, green, and of various colors, freshly washed, with water beads hanging from them.

When he saw Qianchen, he threw a fruit directly from the fruit basket, and Qianchen caught it with his hand.

In addition to when Qianchen played, it was only at this time that she could until, it turned out that Qianchen was a living person.

"Hongyan, my name is Hongyan, what about you?" Hongyan asked, she had been here for many days, but she never knew the name of Qianchen.

"Dust?"

"What?"

The wind suddenly rose, and the sound of the front dust was not high, and it was suddenly drowned out.

"I said my name was Qianchen." Qianchen raised his voice a little, he hadn't spoken in a long time since his master left.

When they wandered away with the master, they only had each other, and no one else.

"Qianchen, what a strange name, how can there be such a name?" Hongyan tilted his head and looked at Qianchen with a surprised look.

It's a bit of a hard name.

"I didn't have a name, this name was given to me by the master, he said, a person has no memory of his past life, and I need it, so he called me Qianchen, hoping that one day I will find the memory of my past life."

Qianchen said slowly, as if he was not talking about his own business.

"Did you find it?" Hongyan suddenly became a little curious.

From Qianchen's words, it can be heard that his master seems to be a very interesting person, at least she thinks so.

"No?" Qianchen returned and said.

His master told him to wait here, saying that he could find memories of his past life here.

Qianchen inexplicably thought of his master's words, but did his master really say this? I don't know the past, I didn't have it in this life, and I didn't know it in the previous life.

Maybe he has been waiting for Hongyan every life, and he has passed many lives after life.

He felt tired and didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted to truly enter the land of eternal life and choose eternal life.

He actually understood what Hongyan meant, but he didn't reply.

However, I don't want to come again, which was originally a good thing for Qianchen, but I don't know why, but I am always upset.

Even the cultivation has stopped.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him today, and his first thought was Hongyan, but he waited for Lin Ruo.

Someone he'd never seen before, and who he felt he had.

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