Well, in fact, this kind of "good news" can only be regarded as Xiao Lang's own pleasure in suffering, but then again, in such a ghost place, if you can't find a few "good news", people are afraid that they will collapse quickly.

"Whew!" Xiao Lang let out a long breath, and his footsteps finally stopped for the first time. It's not that he's tired, after all, he hasn't been walking for a long time, especially now that he's level 12, and his physical fitness has also improved a lot in the game, and he's no longer as weak as he was at level 1.

For example, the physique, there are only 10 points at level 1, and the characters at level 12 already have 21 points, although the surrounding attributes have more than doubled, and it does not fully represent the actual physique of the characters in the game, but this impact is still very obvious, at least in terms of Xiao Lang's feelings, it has increased by at least seventy percent.

So it's not the body that's tired, it's the heart. Anyone who has been walking in such a dead and silent place, where there are no living creatures, and who can't even see the sun and stars, will feel tired—there is nothing but broken stones and broken swords.

The gravel looks much the same, and even the broken sword is all rust, so that people can't tell the difference at all, if it weren't for the fact that the shape of the sword is still roughly preserved, God will know that they were originally a murderous sword, not a firewood stick. Nowadays, they have long lost their former grandeur, not to mention being used to kill people, Xiao Lang has to handle them gently, for fear that they will be broken if he is not careful, and a "road sign" will be wasted.

I don't know how long I walked again, because the system time was blocked, Xiao Lang could still rely on the number of heartbeats and pulses to calculate the time at first, but now he can only approximate it, but fortunately, there is an "offline prompt", which can let Xiao Lang know that it is less than ten hours before he enters the life and death box.

Suddenly, Xiao Lang seemed to have touched something, and he immediately took half a step back, and at the same time took out the iron sword from the Qiankun bag, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it was quickly leaning forward.

Finding that his front seemed to be covered with an invisible film, it was very soft, and it didn't take much effort for the iron sword to pierce through it, Xiao Lang took the iron sword back, tried to the side again, and found that it was the same all around.

It seems that there is indeed something, but it should not be dangerous, because Xiao Lang has seen spells such as the light curtain in Lanruo Temple, so he roughly speculated that the one who stood in front of him was also such a thing, but this light curtain was colorless and formless, if there was no object to touch, with the naked eye or the five senses, it would not be discovered in advance at all.

Xiao Lang withdrew his sword, and saw that there was nothing abnormal at the tip of the sword, if it was changed to another place, Xiao Lang said that he would have to use other methods to try whether the opposite side of the light curtain was safe, but here, if Xiao Lang did not enter without wearing himself, then he had no other choice but to retreat.

Choosing a detour?

In such a place where the distinction between the east and the west is not clear, a detour is a more stupid way than retreating.

Whether it is reckless or hard-headed, Xiao Lang can only choose to wear through the past now.

It's like a person who has entered water, and he can't breathe any air when he takes a big breath, and of course, he can't breathe in the water that doesn't exist at all, but this feeling of suffocation is real, and the body seems to be wrapped in some kind of sticky substance, and every time he moves, it takes a lot of strength.

This feeling is actually the most terrifying, but fortunately, it was only less than two seconds, when Xiao Lang's whole body passed through the light curtain, the surroundings returned to the "familiar" feeling before - still dilapidated.

The scenery that catches the eye is almost no different from just now, the only difference is that the broken sword here is not so corroded, and the material can barely be seen, of course, Xiao Lang looks at it with big eyes, it is only the most ordinary mortal iron, and it may not even be an alloy.

Xiao Lang was actually in no mood to care about this difference now, not because he didn't care, but because there was a vague outline, which slowly solidified here with the appearance of Xiao Lang, and before Xiao Lang could explore what it was, he heard it speak by itself:

"Time is the most ruthless, it can turn pink into skeletons, can turn the eternal hegemony into laughter, and can turn the sharpest sword in the world into pieces of scrap metal."

Judging by the knowledge system that Xiao Lang has formed over the years, the "thing" that speaks, in any game or novel, should be called a ghost or a ghost.

It is a human form, with the general outline of his facial features, and through him, he can also see the scenery behind him clearly, just like a transparent person, but the transparency is not thorough, and people can distinguish its shape.

Xiao Lang stopped in front of it, the ghost didn't seem to notice, and said words that people couldn't understand; It was as if it knew that someone was coming to it, and it paused deliberately, as if to highlight the importance of the words below it.

"Whether it's Taoist cultivation or Confucianism, I live alone for thousands of years, but it's just for longevity......"

I couldn't see how the ghost's lips opened and closed, and I didn't know how the sound came out at all, but for Xiao Lang, all this was heard very clearly.

"Jin Dancheng begs Yuan Ying, Yuan Ying becomes Cheng and seeks to cross the calamity, even if one day he proves the way of heaven and flies into the Nine Heavens Immortal Que, what should he do? It's nothing more than jumping from a small cage to a big cage, and they will eventually find that heaven and earth are unkind, and everything is just a joke. ”

The ghost let out a long sigh when he said this.

"There are too many beautiful things in this world, but the cultivators have no time to look aside, just for the ethereal immortality, giving up all prosperity, so that when the mortal world wanders, even if the life is the same as the sky in the end, what can it be? Could it be that the ultimate goal of monasticism is to achieve that ten thousand years of loneliness? ”

The ghost looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing at the ridiculous people in the world.

"The Tao seeks immortality, the Buddha seeks immortality, and Confucianism seeks power to pour the world, speaking of which, it is still the wisdom of Confucianism in the early years, and the pursuit is to wake up the drunken and sleeping beauties in the world, and live that life vigorously, even if it is only a few hundred hours, in my opinion, it is much more wonderful than the loneliness of ten thousand years."

Speaking of which, the ghost finally looked at Xiao Lang.

"Little friend, do you understand what I mean?"

"Probably understood." Xiao Lang told the truth.

Just like the end of every fairy tale is the princess and the prince living happily together, if you think about it, what about the future, when they really live together?

I'm afraid that quarrels over daily trivial matters are indispensable, and maybe there will be some mother-in-law and daughter-in-law disputes, and it is not impossible for a love scene to evolve into a bitter love drama.

Just like at the end of every novel, the protagonists are already invincible in the world, even in the universe, and even in the plane, maybe they have become brothers with the Creator. What else can you do?

Eating mountain delicacies for one day feels delicious, and eating mountain delicacies for a year will only make you feel sick to your stomach; When a one-day horse feels refreshed, when a 10,000-year-old horse will only become premature ejaculation.

In this way, what countless cultivators in this world are pursuing is just a joke.

Xiao Lang's eyes seemed to become confused, at this moment, somehow, he no longer thought of himself as a player, but one of the countless indigenous cultivators in this [Fantasy World], facing the words of this ghost, he felt that there was no need for him to continue cultivating.

yes, is it that what I'm after is the loneliness of the master?

It's like being lonely and seeking defeat, but you can't defeat in your life, all the knights in the world take him as their lifelong goal, thinking that he must be the happiest person in the world.

But who would have thought that when they really reached that realm, they couldn't even find an opponent, so what if they were invincible in the world of martial arts? He has reached the finish line, and without a goal, there is no fun, no hope.

All that remains is misery and no happiness.

The ghost saw the change in Xiao Lang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined a strange smile, and continued: "Since Xiaoyou understands the reason, then I will send you away, and give you another blessing, brocade clothes and glory, beautiful wife, live a good life in the future, don't come to cultivate any more ways." ”

As he spoke, he was ready to do something.

But before it could raise its hand, it saw that Xiao Lang seemed to have suddenly regained his clarity, and his eyes were completely confused from before.

"That's not necessary." Xiao Lang said, took out the saber and held it horizontally in front of his chest, although in fact, Xiao Lang also knew in his heart that this kind of mortal iron sword without the blessing of the Dao Law could not cause any harm to a ghost, but at best, it could be regarded as expressing his attitude.

What kind of joke is it to let yourself "get out" in such a casual sentence, what kind of "life and death box" can it be called?

What's more, most of Xiao Lang's confusion was originally disguised, just to see what this ghost was planning, if it weren't for the unknown enemy, Xiao Lang wouldn't mind pulling out the iron sword at the beginning.

"What, Xiaoyou, are you still obsessed?" The ghost was stunned and asked.

He clearly saw the eyes of the person in front of him just now, and he was no longer as firm as before, how could he get rid of the "false path thought" so quickly?

"To be honest, I never thought about what you said before, and at first glance, it does make sense, but there are still a lot of logical errors." Xiao Lang smiled faintly.

Xiao Lang said that it was talking about "casual two sentences", of course, not unreasonably conceited, but true.

Speaking of great truth, Xiao Lang can't do it, especially under the premise that the worldview in [Fantasy World] is different from reality, Xiao Lang sits and talks with a native, which is the same nature as a chicken and a duck; can talk about logic, but it is Xiao Lang's strength.

"Some people may ignore everything else for the sake of cultivating, but this is only for some people, not all cultivators. You're generalizing. ”

Just like a game, some people are playing games, some people are being played by games, the nature is completely different, and no one can completely deny everything because of the situation of some people.

To put it in literary terms, many cultivators continue to practice just to see more wonderful scenery and prove that the Heavenly Dao is the end of the journey, but it is not what everyone pursues, just as every traveler does not go to the destination for the sake of the destination.

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ps: It's late for the update, I'm sorry, the old man won't mention the reason or something, and it's all tears when he mentions it.

Another: Thank you for the reward from me and Brother Xiaolu's massive recommendation votes