"Is this called eternal life? What do you mean? ”

In the depths of the West Mountain, Hong Yi and Bai Ziyue looked at each other, looking at the direction in which Duan Zhen had disappeared, and fell into deep thought for a while.

Why did he say that the Taoist Lord left?

He also left a sentence that he couldn't understand.

Eternal life?

Is it a door called eternal life?

And the word eternal life is boundless.

Whew!

The winter wind and snow blew again, which provoked the two of them to come back to their senses.

"Predecessors, always like to play some sharp, say some unpredictable words, I used to do it, but I didn't expect today... But it's the one that becomes a riddle. ”

Bai Ziyue shook his head, looked at the wine bag that Duan Zhen had drunk, and reached out to put it away.

In front of the Taoist master, no matter how wanton and invincible he prides himself on, he must listen to it honestly.

"The Gate of Eternal Life... What is it? ”

Hong Yi watched Bai Ziyue solemnly put away the wine bag, as if he wanted to treat it as a treasure and pass it on from generation to generation, but he still thought about the sentence left by Duan Zhen in his heart.

And that kind of Taoist demeanor.

He vaguely felt that Duan was really reminding himself.

"Little Brother Hong, today's adventure, even if it will not be encountered again for hundreds of years or thousands of years, can you compose another poem to add color to this situation?"

Bai Ziyue smiled and patted Hong Yi's shoulder, pulling him out of that stunned state.

He is extraordinarily free and easy, since he can't think through it for a while, he is no longer obsessed.

"Ahh Do you write poetry..."

Hong Yi was shocked, and the whole person's thoughts were pulled back.

He met Bai Ziyue's expectant gaze, pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head:

"Too good in the world, if it is not a word, I am still sparse in learning, and I am not sure."

"However, I have gained a little from observing the appearance of the seal of all beings, and I may be able to paint a picture to express my heart."

After speaking, Hong Yi walked back to the stone table in the cave, opened the snow-white rice paper, held the inkstone, pinched the ink mill, and grinded it carefully.

"Painting?"

Bai Ziyue's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to look at Hong Yi's grinding appearance, and suddenly his heart jumped.

At this moment, Hong Yi's posture of running and grinding, as well as the position of the stone platform, rice paper, and millipen around him, actually formed an extremely special seal in his eyes.

Vague and illusory, mysterious and mysterious.

Faintly, there seemed to be countless obscure whispers, slowly sounding.

"Boom!"

But just as he was about to fix his eyes and look at it, Hong Yi, who was grinding ink,

And he put the mill down.

A heavy, muffled thud pulled his senses back.

Take a closer look, Hong Yi is still the boy who has not reached the weak crown, where is there still that intimidating appearance?

"This young man from Hongfu is not simple..."

For a while, Bai Ziyue's eyes flickered, and he felt that the young man in front of him who was inferior to him by many realms was not ordinary.

"It's done, please Brother Bai."

And at this moment, Hong Yi's voice slowly sounded.

"It's done?"

Bai Ziyue was stunned for a moment, he clearly only saw a few strokes drawn by the other party, and there were only a dozen breaths left and right, how could it be so fast?

He hurriedly strode past, met it, and leaned over to take a look.

I saw that on the snow-white rice paper, it was outlined by more than a dozen twists and turns, and the figure of a man who was far away from the dust jumped on the paper like this.

In front of him, there is a long river that wades through mountains and seas and wades through the void, covered by a few black inks, but it makes people feel boundless.

And behind him, and even above the sky above his head, there was a net, dense and divided, and incarnated.

His face seemed to be shrouded in a mist, but a seal in his hand, as if it could walk out of the painting, was actually rotating out of thin air, so mysterious that it was difficult to explain.

In the distance, there is a door.

It was an extremely ordinary door, with only four strokes, and if you don't look closely, you can't see the meaning of its existence at all.

Mountains and seas, the void, the long river, the divine net, the giant gate, the seal, and the man.

This is what Hong Yi painted on the stage in just over ten breaths.

"What does Brother Bai think?"

Hong Yi flicked his body and asked with a smile, seemingly extremely satisfied with the painting.

"It's... This painting has a heavy imagery. ”

Bai Ziyue is a little embarrassed, although he is a reincarnated demon immortal, but in this life, he is also a wealthy family, and he has learned the six arts of a gentleman.

In front of him, Hong Yi's painting on the stage is actually a bit unsatisfactory in terms of shape, meaning, spirit, division, scenery and composition.

If he hadn't just met the Taoist Master, coupled with his admiration for Hong Yi's literary talent, he would only feel that this was just a child's random brushstroke.

"Brother Bai, don't laugh at me, I heard that more than ten years ago, Da Qian painted the Holy Qiandaozi in the Sanhua Building to copy the Taoist Master, almost to the fullest, but in the end, when the finishing touches were made, he directly vomited blood and fainted. In today's world, there is no one to paint the Taoist, how can I say anything about heavy imagery. ”

"Hahaha, Little Brother Hong can't paint now, and he will be successful in the future, so it's okay!"

After a conversation between the two, they finally finished the words this time, and also completely calmed down Duan Zhen's shocking mood of sudden arrival.

Gradually, the snow in the western mountains stopped, and they waited for the sleeping little foxes to wake up, and after a few words of farewell, they separated.

In the West Mountain, only Hong Yi's unfinished painting pressed on the stone platform remains, allowing the rain to blow and the wind blow.

Time flies, providence shifts, and the origin of Xishan seems to have made the eyes of the whole world fall on Hong Yi.

This son of destiny completely started his magnificent life.

It was the same as Duan Zhen seeing his future life, and in just seven years, he had rushed to the position of the Yang God, and at the end of the era, he had saved some sentient beings.

Flowers bloom and fall, smoke and rain sail.

The bitter sea is endless, and the bridge on the other side crosses the moat and goes to the next era.

But even if the bridge can cross the sun god, it still can't cross the fixed number.

Ten eras, 100 epochs, 1000 epochs.

Flick your fingers.

Everything seems to have just begun, but it seems to have passed thousands of years, 10,000 years, and 100 million years.

1203 epoch, 156 million years.

Someone once said that ten years can see spring and autumn, and a hundred years can prove birth, old age, sickness and death.

A thousand years can be a pity for the change of dynasties, and 10,000 years can be a great deal of vicissitudes.

100 million years from now, what will it look like?

Hong Yi didn't know, and he didn't want to know anymore.

The fire of silence that burns all is burning all the living beings of this era.

He stood in front of the massive portal that had been built since the Tenth Century, and let the fire burn him, but he didn't move.

Those flames that can burn all the time of an era to ashes, not even the corners of his clothes or even the dust on his body, can't hurt a single point.

But what about this?

"Thousands of calamities do not count the years, what is the night?"

Hong Yi looked up at the sky, and the cold and dead silence of the entire starry sky had turned into powder and was stirring into nothingness.

He asked himself in a low voice, and the gray and depleted color in his eyes grew heavier.

In the vast world, he is the only one left.

Time has long been meaningless to him.

"There's one thing, how did you forget..."

After he muttered to himself, he walked in the bizarre realm, and there was a trace of doubt in his words.

From the end of the First Age, he felt like he had forgotten something.

It seems that it is not one thing, but one person.

"That man, I remember him, but I can't remember it really..."

Hong Yi was still confused, and the shadows of the past years flashed in his eyes from time to time, as if in the First Era, when he had not yet been able to resist the end of the Era, someone told him something.

But every time he wanted to dig deeper, that memory would become more and more blurred, and he could only remember it at the end and beginning of an era.

Boom Boom!

The fire of the Void of Silence became more and more scorching and surging, and the entire time and space were distorted and shattered, and the slightest powder became more and more dissipated.

And at this moment, Hong Yi stepped into an extremely strange crack, and it was his heart that swayed, and without thinking much about it, he stepped out.

Boom!

One step out, but the fire of silence disappeared out of thin air.

And Hong Yi also raised his head slightly, looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, in a trance, a cloud of thoughts that had been lost for more than a thousand years was slowly waking up.

He opened his mouth, and said silently in a voice that was dry to the point of cold and bitter bones:

"I've been waiting for you, 156 million years."

"I've been waiting."

The man on the other side also spoke in a distant voice.

For a while, Hong Yi's memory became clearer and clearer, as if with the other party's words, the fog that had been overwhelming for more than a thousand epochs gradually dissipated.

The more he talked, the more he understood, and the more real the memories became.

"Does this door have a name?"

At the last moment, this inquiring sentence made him look up sharply.

All doubts are finally solved.

"Dao Master..."

Hong Yi looked at the other party's burning finger, and suddenly thought of the inexplicable words in the depths of the West Mountain in the First Age:

The name of this gate is eternal life.

Whew!

The power of time swept from the future life, and Hong Yi wanted to break free, but he was still powerless.

He opened his mouth, and could only watch as the other pointed at him, but he didn't hit the door in his hand.

Boom!

The light and darkness dissipated, and the scene of the First Age was as far away as the roar of the mountains and seas, so fast that it was difficult for him to catch it in his sight.

Woooooo

The raging burning of the extinguishing fire seemed to bring a little whimper, like the hypocritical sigh after burning all beings.

The 1203rd century came to an end.

As far as the eye can see, a new era has begun.

"The Gate of Eternal Life..."

But at this time, Hong Yi stood on the boundary of nothingness, looking at the still broken portal in his palm, but his face showed a smile that had not been shown for thousands of epochs.

He pointed out a finger, as if with the power of Duan Zhen back then, and engraved the words of the two Dao seals on the door.

Eternal life.

If the end of the epoch is unstoppable, then I will create a gate of eternal life, so that all beings can have a glimmer of hope!

As soon as the two words fell, the portal suddenly shone brightly.

And a fire ignited again in Hong Yi's eyes, as if his withered and dead heart was completely reborn.

He stood in a new era, looked at the past, and seemed to see Duan Zhen who he saw in Xishan back then, and looked at a Taoist master who did not exist in this realm.

And in the infinite future life, the Dao Lord also seemed to look at himself.

"Dao Master, see you in the future."

Hong Yi smiled, strode out, and entered a new era.

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