"Never be satisfied with the status quo, never ignore the so-called dangers, never, don't just look at the world for a moment, see clearly, this real world!" The old man's voice gradually became quieter, but his voice kept resounding in Ling Yan's heart, and it was difficult to disperse for a long time....

Ling Yan's eyes were red, and his hands were almost in love. I want to scratch the sides of the boat.

Are you being played by this old man?

How did you get back here?? Why not on the other side?? Why is this happening??

Oh?? This is the source of innocence, the old man's territory, what he wants, what he wants, he says that he has not reached the other side, then, he must come back here!!

The anger in Ling Yan's heart was infinitely magnified, and the fire-like emotions seemed to be sensed by the winds around them, and they let out a terrible scream, as if responding to Ling Yan.

The wind became more and more ferocious, like a knife, tearing at the love. Desire for a boat.

Ling Yan's changes seemed to be known to the old man, he didn't say anything, just sighed heavily...

A sigh fell, although the old man had no intention, but it completely fell into Ling Yan's heart.

Sighs?

Ling Yan, who was in a frenzy, seemed to recall something.

In love. On the boat, any wind and grass will arouse people's infinite feelings, because on this boat, people's **, feelings, and feelings are infinitely amplified.

Sighs?? Ling Yan seemed to hear Mo Yeqing's sigh on the high podium in the Hall of Eternal Life, and Bai Fengyu's helplessness to fate, unwillingness to reality, and anger at the enemy, all of which finally turned into a sigh. When Yunhua parted with him, the shadow with his back to him, sighed in a low voice.

Why sigh??

It is a natural reaction to be disappointed with reality, dissatisfied with reality, and unwilling to accept the status quo.

Ling Yan was shocked, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Did you just give up?

Why did the old man sigh?? It was clear that he was disappointed in himself.

The source of innocence is not the ultimate greed, which exists only to absorb everything. It sighs to itself, then it is disappointed in itself.

Obviously, the current self is indeed disappointing enough, irritable?? Grumpy is a prerequisite for suicide at any time!

Ling Yan prostrate his body, extinguished the tyranny in his heart, and gradually calmed down, he luckily moved the mantra, secretly thinking, although there is no immortal power, the mantra has no effect, but at this moment, it can entrust Ling Yan's heart, at least, on this boat that can make people's emotions infinitely magnified, Ling Yan can rely on it, abide by his last state of mind.

Wind.... Gradually, it got smaller.

Ling Yan raised his head and looked at the waves around him, which slowly became smaller.

A trace of doubt suddenly appeared in my heart.

However, the moment the doubt was generated, the wind and waves became stronger again.

Ling Yan was surprised, and hurriedly recited the Brahma mantra silently, but the wind and waves were a little stronger.

Could it be that the size of the wind and waves is determined by people's mood and emotions?

Such a thought suddenly crossed Ling Yan's mind.

He thought wildly, and the wind around him began to mess up again, like a steel knife, stabbing fiercely in love. Desire on board, love. The ship is crumbling, as if there is a danger of being crushed at any time and anywhere.

Ling Yan didn't dare to think about it for a moment, he only thought about the Brahma mantra in his heart, his mouth squirmed slightly, he recited those mantras, his mind and mind were united, he held his breath and concentrated, controlling his emotions, letting it slowly fade, gradually, reaching the realm of emptiness.

All around, the wind and waves were calm.

Ling Yan knew that he was right, but he didn't dare to have too much joy and too much surprise, because, once he had such feelings, then, all this would be broken.

In this way, Ling Yan gently grasped the love. The hull of the boat, silently reciting the mantra, slowly drifted on the Lethe River.

"Huh?" The old man's slightly surprised voice sounded in Ling Yan's ears, but Ling Yan didn't seem to hear it, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly floated towards the opposite bank.

Clang..

The boat trembled slightly, as if it had hit something, Ling Yan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar other side, this time, he didn't say anything more, let alone make any easy movements, but his expression gradually became serious.

Once on the other side, he walked straight inside.

"Oh?? Aren't you afraid that I'll say that to you again?? The old man's voice rang out again.

"I've found a way to cross the river, if you say that to me again, and let me go back to the middle of the river, it doesn't matter, it's a big deal, I'll do it again!" The corners of Ling Yan's mouth raised a slight smile and said.

The old man was silent for a moment, but did not speak. The smile on the corner of Ling Yan's mouth was very natural, not for joy, not for pride, but for feeling it, so he smiled.

"You've passed the first level, and the second level will open for you!" The old man's voice rang out again.

This time, Ling Yan felt that his steps suddenly became heavy.

In the air, there seemed to be a breath that affected people's hearts, this breath was extremely sad and sad, Ling Yan frowned slightly, but his footsteps did not stop.

"Three hundred meters in front of you, there is a fragrant flatbread on the ground, you pick it up, go two hundred meters further, and you will be able to see the second level!"

The old man's voice grew quieter.

When Ling Yan heard this, he nodded secretly, and walked forward directly.

Three hundred meters ahead, sure enough, a golden dough cake appeared, Ling Yan walked over and picked up the dough cake, the dough cake was still warm, and the fragrant taste even Ling Yan couldn't help but want to take a bite.

It's just that after moving forward for another two hundred meters, Ling Yan was shocked by the scene in front of him, and the ** of the dough cake in his hand disappeared in an instant.

In front of him is the village that has fallen into the aftermath of the war, and the village is in a mess, and there is no living thing left.

Ling Yan walked forward in a daze, grabbing the bread in his hand, in the air, he could still smell a smell of dampness and blood, several unrecognizable corpses, scattered on the side of the road, the house was dilapidated, charred black, here, it seemed that it had just been looted.

Ling Yan took a light breath, he knew that this must have been created by the source of innocence unintentionally.

"Don't despise what you see in front of you, these are real pictures, it is a corner of some mortal world, what you have to do is to send the bread in your hand!"

The old man's voice sounded again.