The warm sunshine and the warm smell of the sky, the sky is clear as if it has just been washed, and in the garden, the green shoots, the crystal dewdrops, reflect the colorful brilliance, and the vitality is refreshed.

Wang Daoming was dressed in a black robe, holding a rusty firewood knife in his hand, squatting on the ground, facing a black stone, one after another, sharpening on the black stone.

One time, two times......

With a stinging sound!

Wang Daoming was very serious, all his attention was on the knife in his hand, and every time he seemed to use all his strength, he poured all his energy into this back-and-forth knife sharpening action.

Sharpening the knife, coming and going, an extremely simple action, even if it is a three-year-old child, can imitate it very well.

Wang Daoming's movements are not beautiful, but there is an inexplicable momentum that infects everything around him.

Time passed, from day to night, and then from night to dawn, the rust on the wood knife slowly peeled off, revealing a clear blade, occasionally sharpened, and a few wisps of clear moonlight would flash.

"It's been three days!"

Wang Luoli looked at the figure sharpening the knife in the courtyard, and there were a few traces of worry in her eyes.

Since three days ago, Wang Daoming suddenly began to sharpen his knife without saying a word, ignoring anyone, and no one could get close to him.

The three-zhang void around Wang Daoming seemed to have condensed the distance of trillions of miles, turning into an absolute barrier, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get closer.

Even if it is Wang Luoli, a dear person, it is no exception.

"In this world, no one can help him!" Mingkong's words were light, pure and cold, like a goddess who walked out of the moon.

She didn't think that Wang Daoming was pretending to be posturing, it didn't make any sense, she knew that with Wang Daoming's realm, there must be a reason for him to act like this.

It's just that even with her knowledge, she can't understand what the meaning of Wang Daoming's move is.

She and Wang Daoming have a hostile relationship, and they don't care about Wang Daoming's life and death, but she has an inexplicable good impression of Wang Luoli, so she said a word, which can barely be regarded as a word of relief.

Wang Luoli took a deep look at Mingkong, she didn't like this extremely beautiful girl.

The existence of Mingkong gave her a sense of crisis.

Wang Daoming's changes have given birth to a sense of strangeness, and now there is another woman around her who makes her feel amazing, although she knows that Wang Daoming cannot abandon her, but deep down, there is still a trace of hesitation.

What if......

Mingkong is so smart, she can naturally see the root of Wang Luoli's indifference to herself, but she doesn't bother to explain it at all.

She knows very well that when the soul is as vast as the ocean, no matter how beautiful things in the world are, they are just a few pearls in the ocean, and for an existence that is already inhuman, it is impossible to use human logic to speculate on its way of thinking.

……

It was late at night, and Wang Luoli was sitting cross-legged on the bed, polishing the flesh shell and soul, making it more and more powerful and pure.

Although Wang Daoming's abnormal condition worried her, it did not interfere with her daily practice.

The wood of the hug starts from the end of the millimeter, and the platform of the nine floors starts from the soil.

In practice, the source of the so-called one-day epiphany is the accumulation of every day and night before the epiphany.

The three thousand red dust Dao of the Great Dream Pure Land can be regarded as a first-class method in the world, which is extraordinary and mysterious, refined in the red dust, and detached in lust.

This kind of path is not the Buddha's way of cutting off all kinds of desires, nor is it the harmony of the Tao, stripping away all kinds of impurities in the mind, making the soul more and more pure, until finally it is as clear as water.

Three thousand red dust road, take the road of the sea and all rivers, with the soul to accommodate all kinds of desires, the sea is tolerant of all rivers, the object must be reversed, the sediment is endless, but gathered into a vast ocean, reflecting the universe.

The ground was littered with corpses, and blood stained the ground red.

These people were all killed by her, Wang Luoli saw that she was suspended in the air, and her eyebrows flashed with colorful brilliance.

Every ray of brilliance is like the sharpest sword, which can cut through everything.

The dream starts again, picking up where it was left off last time.

This dream is not the first time Wang Luoli has had it, and now, it is the third time, and she has also completely seen the growth of another "self".

It's just that for some reason, every time she wakes up from the dream, the memory of the dream will disappear completely, and only when she returns to the dream can she remember everything.

The self in the dream was originally born in a wealthy family, but later accidentally fell into the hands of human traffickers, and then fell into the hands of a Qinglou who cultivated prostitutes.

Three dreams, one for five years, record the growth of another "her".

After that, another "she" suddenly awakens and subsequently kills everyone around her.

In this dream, she is just a bystander and cannot change anything.

She sometimes wonders if the woman in her dream will be her past life.

It's just that she can't verify this kind of thing, so she can only go with the flow.

Time flies, and in her dreams, she is a real demon, not only with the face of upside-down beings, but also with the strange charm of upside-down beings.

How many heroes, bent over her!

Even if she knows that it is a moth to the fire, there are already too many people who are willing to drive for her.

The wind and clouds are scattered, this time the dream is unprecedentedly long, maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, another she is getting stronger and stronger, and she has created a magic skill called Three Thousand Red Dust.

As the dream lengthened, Wang Luoli had an extremely bad feeling in his heart.

It's just that everything does not transfer by her will.

She wanted to struggle, but there was a nightmare force that neutralized all her efforts.

Her memory began to blur, and another memory gradually became clearer.

In the morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, and Wang Luoli finished his practice, only to feel that his cultivation had made great progress.

But everything I saw and heard in the dream dissipated like a cloud, leaving no trace.

After a brief blank in the brain, Wang Luoli left some strange feelings behind.

In the courtyard, Wang Daoming was still sharpening his knife.

On the firewood knife, the original mottled rust still fell off most of it under Wang Daoming's grinding day and night, but even so, the firewood knife still did not show any vision, as if it was just a mortal soldier, and there was no extraordinary power.

There was no insect chirping in the courtyard, only the sound of the blade of the knife rubbing against the stone, a strange tune that converged.

Wang Daoming's eyes are becoming more and more pure, only the firewood knife in front of him.

As the rust on the knife continued to fall off, Wang Daoming's memory also passed, or rather forgotten.

Selfless and unique, it was an indescribable and wonderful experience.