People, why do they live, because of concern, or because of obsession, or simply because of life.

Ziqin walked out of Xiaohuaxi, he wanted to wait for Pang Ban here, but after the song of Lian Xiuxiu, he didn't want to wait for Pang Ban, and his mood changed greatly before and when he left.

Lian Xiuxiu doesn't know what she has done, her song is the most beautiful thing that evokes people's hearts, but after all, Lian Xiuxiu is just a courtesan, but she doesn't know that sometimes the most beautiful is the saddest.

Just because beauty usually represents unrepeatability, and unrepeatability represents infinite longing, the saddest thing in a person's life is endless longing.

As night fell, Ziqin didn't know how far he had gone, he seemed to be just walking in a daze, and his speed was not fast, and he remained in the city for a day.

All around, the lights are gradually up, Ziqin also walks on the street, this season is the first emperor of Zhu Ming, the era of Zhu Chongba, the Ming Dynasty's officials are still clear, and the streets at night can be seen from time to time playing children, wandering pedestrians.

This is a prosperous time, and this is a day that everyone is looking forward to.

Ziqin looked at all this like an outsider, he listened to the different conversations of different people, watched the different actions of different people, his consciousness seemed to be bound in invisible shackles, and the whole space seemed to close him out of everyone.

Ziqin didn't know why he felt this way, since he entered the world of famous artists, this was the first time Ziqin had such a feeling.

The world of celebrities should not have rejected him, because he didn't come in his own body. It's someone who switched to this world, but at this moment, Ziqin clearly felt the rejection of the famous world.

That feeling of bondage can't actually bring harm to Ziqin, but this feeling really makes Ziqin feel extremely annoying.

He walked quickly, trying to get rid of this feeling, but the feeling was like a shadow, and no matter how much Ziqin struggled, he could never get rid of it in the slightest.

He still has the memories in his heart that come out of the sound of the piano. The memories hidden in the deepest part of the memory.

This moment. Ziqin didn't know that he had entered the first obstacle of the Dafa of Forgetfulness.

The Dafa of Forgetfulness, as Ziqin guessed, does come from the Book of Forgetfulness, but. But it's not the book of love in Wen Daxia's world. It is a method of cultivation that belongs to Taoism through and through.

Cultivated by Taoism. Originally, he was free from the shackles of heaven and earth, but Ziqin's situation at the moment was exactly between the so-called liberation and unliberation, that is, the demonic obstacles. If Ziqin can get rid of this feeling, then his state of mind and spiritual power will be greatly improved, and even the whole person may be baptized by heaven and earth.

However, Ziqin was not a Taoist person, so he naturally didn't know about this kind of thing, he just felt troubled, like an enraged beast, just wanting to get rid of things that made him feel uncomfortable.

During the rapid walk, Ziqin came to a river, at this time, countless tourists also played by the river, Ziqin and those people seemed to exist in two worlds.

However, at this time, a voice suddenly came.

"Bao'er, even if that lotus flower is put back into the river, it will not be able to live again."

This was a woman's voice, Ziqin followed the sound, but only saw a woman holding the child behind a chubby child, and said with a smile.

And the child was holding a lotus flower in his hand, and it was a lotus flower that had been picked down, and it was extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful.

"But mother, I put this lotus flower into the river, and I saw that it was moistened by the river, and I thought that it was alive, and at this moment it was alive in my eyes, so that at this moment I had peace of mind, and it had to live, but there was nothing wrong with it."

The child's words were extremely subtle, Ziqin's heart fluttered, and he only felt that he seemed to grasp something, and then felt a little strange, this child could say such a thing, it was really strange.

"You kid, you are full of crooked reasoning, and you are not afraid of other people's jokes."

The woman chuckled, apparently in the eyes of the child, but not much on her mind.

"I only rejoice in the moment of releasing the lotus, and I care about what others do."

The child was categorical, and the woman chuckled again, but she leaned over and picked up the child, ignoring the child's crying, and left the riverbank.

At this time, Ziqin's heart suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes, the child's two sentences sounded inexplicably tight to others, but at this time, Ziqin's ears opened a hole in Ziqin's heart bound by the demonic barrier.

Since ancient times, the word heart is the most elusive thing of human beings, the spirit, the soul, both existing, but ethereal, any text can only record the appearance, but can not show the image.

The person who created the Dafa of Forgetfulness may have reached a spiritual peak, but when he left behind the secret book, he could only write down how to cultivate step by step, and could not say what he would encounter and how to deal with it, just because everyone's spirit and soul are different, and everyone who walks on this path will encounter their own fork in the road, but this can only be comprehended and realized by themselves, and cannot be guided by others.

Ziqin was not familiar with Taoism, if he was to understand and comprehend it by himself, he really didn't know how much time it would take, however, that child was a very important figure in the future Zhu Ming Dynasty, and his own proficiency in Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism was the most in the Zhu Ming Dynasty, and those two sentences were the prototype of the highest spiritual cultivation of this child in the future.

Ziqin heard these two words, but there was a trace of breaking the magic barrier.

You must know that Ziqin enters the world of famous artists by acting, as if he is one and has two souls, in fact, every time Ziqin enters the world of famous artists, he needs to accept the influence of other souls.

It's okay in the previous world, after all, all the roles played are small roles, that is, in the future, it will be strong and Ziqin himself will be strong, so he will not be affected by the soul that does not belong to him, and the only one who has had a slight influence is the snake king of Lu Xiaofeng's world, but he was also restrained by Ziqin.

And what kind of character Li Ruohai is in this world, it is only one step away from being broken, although Ziqin has systematic help, but he can't completely restrain Li Ruohai's soul, plus the Dafa of forgetfulness has reached a bottleneck, and finally has a depression, and the sound of the piano in time evokes the deepest sorrow in Ziqin's heart, and finally produces a magic barrier.

The river water is clear, reflecting a handsome face to the extreme, no one in the entire early Ming Dynasty has a more handsome face, Li Ruohai belongs to the evil way, and his face is also handsome to the extent of evil intentions.

Ziqin looked at this face, and suddenly a thought popped up in his heart, whether I am Li Ruohai or Ziqin.

As soon as this thought came out, the sense of restraint in Ziqin's heart suddenly surged, and the surrounding world seemed to be crowding him out, and the whole world seemed to no longer tolerate him, but it was the rules between heaven and earth that felt the existence of this world that did not belong to him.

However, in the face of such a scene, Ziqin laughed, his smile was extremely innocent, as if he had found the most precious thing in the world.

"I am who I am, and I will only be who I am in this moment, not who I am in the next moment."

Ziqin opened his mouth loudly, and as soon as a word came out, the changes around him suddenly disappeared, and Ziqin's whole person seemed to have been sublimated, and the melancholy and sadness on his body suddenly disappeared together.

His eyes are still full of nostalgia and longing, but they are as warm as jade, those most beautiful are no longer sad, those most beautiful are already Ziqin's most precious memories, like treasures, but they can be taken out and glanced at all the time.

In that world, he knows that the people he cares about the most will definitely live well, although he will inevitably have a time full of sad memories when he goes less, but life is always moving forward, and sadness and memories will always be replaced by beauty.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ziqin's mouth, his gaze suddenly looked into the distance, and he could feel a huge spiritual power enveloping most of the sky, which was where the portal of the last step was.

It was Yingyuan, the existence that had been waiting for decades, Ziqin's spiritual power caught up, and countless worlds suddenly exploded in his mind, hundreds of thousands of reincarnations, countless explorations, and the endless mysteries between heaven and earth suddenly appeared in his mind.

At this moment, Ziqin understood and understood.

Brokenness, in fact, is detachment, a detachment from the pursuit of the mysteries of the universe, a kind of progress from ordinary people to the so-called immortals of the world.

It's just that there are no gods in this world, and after being broken, it is just a return to the state of the ancient period, and it is an exploration from the beginning again, the ancestors of human beings in the ancient period explored this earth, and now the broken exploration is another level.

The spirit body was withdrawn, and Ziqin could feel the retention of the eagle edge, but Ziqin no longer had the slightest nostalgia, broken, not taken by him, because he didn't know where he went after being broken.

Returning to that world, it is obvious that this is not the case in terms of what Ziqin understood just now.

The figure unfolded, Ziqin disappeared in place, tonight, it was not the time to explore the strength and break through the magic barrier, Ziqin wanted to ask for someone from Pang Ban tonight.

The long street, silent as a ghost, Gan Luo staggered on the long street, he was already injured, his shoulder, back, and broken clothes were full of hideous wounds, and in his arms was a woman.

There are always some people in this world who will let you sacrifice your life to protect, and Ganluo is no exception.

The long street finally came to an end, but in front of him, there was a ruined temple, Gan Luo's footsteps were a little staggering, and the woman in his arms seemed to feel Gan Luo's weakness, she tried her best to support her body and assist Gan Luo to go to the broken temple.

The temple is dilapidated, Gan Luo is leaning against the wall, he has already shed too much blood, even the master of the black list is still in the category of people, and he will feel weak if he sheds too much blood, but the eyes of the woman in his arms are wandering, as if he wants to do something, however, at this moment, Gan Luo's body suddenly straightened up again, and his eyes were already sharp like a tiger preparing to hunt prey.

In the middle of the broken temple, Ziqin's figure turned from virtual to real, and it seemed to appear out of thin air.

In this way, it is really beyond human power, and Gan Luo's pupils suddenly contracted. (To be continued......)