And in another part of the universe, there is a man who moves freely in this mysterious realm. If this was seen by the soul and the others, they would definitely scream, because this place was the battlefield hundreds of years ago, and the spirit realm had destroyed countless living beings here.

But in this place, there is a paradise, and the scene no longer exists in the entire world, and there is a man in the spiritual realm that should be empty, whispering in this field:

Go back and escape the world for a long time. These days, it is becoming more and more plain and peaceful. A soft and glutinous cotton coat isolated the coldness of the cold day in Sanjiu, and it also happened to wrap up that watery relationship.

Green, fat, red and thin, I don't know if it's an excuse for the flowers to avoid lovesickness, but I have long been well aware that bosom friends are strangers, and looking at the red dust from afar is the fate that talented and beautiful women have written since ancient times...... Untie the cyan silk silk that binds the memory, and the dense autumn mark is clear in the white wind and clear night of this month.

Epiphany flies down, a thousand years of thought, after all, I did not retreat from the red dust and walked away. It's not that you can't find the bluestone under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha has a saying, there are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go. Since you know that you can't let go, why bother to create it against your will. Spit in and concentrate, take a sip of fragrant tea, swallow a little bitterness, brush open the curtain and fall a little dust of the old dreams, flip through the green paper, comb the past, and deeply remember this fragrant and condensed tide dust, a gentle and gentle woman.

The man used affectionate words to convey his love to this paradise, hoping that his lover would appear. His originally gentle expression became extremely painful when he thought of something...

My favorite many years ago no longer remembers me. He lamented the unfairness of this world, and then continued to whisper: Taste the peerless color, return to the posture of the city, still remember the last year, the world is full of fragrant April, the spring is late, the grass grows and the warbler flies, you and I have had a glimpse in the vast sea of nets.

The thin words of the green paper, the immature words, are just some of the sorrow that is said to be supplemented by the new words, you leave a message to give each other, marvel at the absolute spirit, and return to halal. At the end, as soon as the pen turned, a few words pointed straight to the bottom of my heart and said what I was hiding in the lotus seed. Yerong is full of sideburns, the fragrance has been on the road, I have been in love with you for many years, perhaps because I am afraid that my jerky brushstrokes will provoke the jokes of others, so I left without a word.

I don't know, in the old days, I also had that shyness like a water lotus flower, with a belly full of pure evil and coquettishness, with eyes full of curiosity and admiration, carefully tracing back to it in this ruined world full of ruins, tracing back to it. At that time, I could not have predicted that one day you would forget me, and if I could, I would rather protect you without poetry, power, false friendships, and merciless wars.

But there was nothing in the first place, so why bother to stir up dust. Don't want landscapes, don't courtyards, don't meet, don't lovesick, I don't want songs, don't words, don't pavilions, everything can be ignored, only the green shirt smiles, the only one that can't be put down.

I used to think that if I had power, status, and strength in the world, I would be the destined king. And now I get it but I'm so disappointed, this is the closest vine to love. If you don't write all the time, be a lonely person living in seclusion in the deep forest, watching the falling flowers and listening to the snow,

Maybe you won't have these distressing beautiful sorrows out of thin air! Of course, I won't meet that damn catastrophe that makes me heartbroken, sad, heartbroken, and cold, and I still have no regrets. I just miss, I miss the girl in the old days who was called the vine and the girl. doesn't write clear words, doesn't write poems, there are so many people who love her, spoil her, care for her, baby her...... What a pure joy it was, and it warmed my heart when I think about it now. Later, he began to depict his star-like reverie on a piece of paper, falling in love with the wind and the moon, talking about love with the grass and trees, why ask someone to fold, no matter where the plum blossoms bloom in a few months, they will not be as close as the lotus and the sun.

If there is a fate, where will life not get together, such as you and me, gentle and clear, Mei Han and Qingyan. Xu didn't arrive because of the dust, so he hurriedly visited, and goodbye, it was already a snow-frozen November. At the appointment of friends, set foot in the spiritual realm.

I only found out that the owner of this place was you, the quiet woman who made me fall asleep after the fate of one side. Now now, there are still some regrets, because this encounter is still like a fleeting light. It is undeniable that I have always admired the Cheng Ying-style woman who is as light as a chrysanthemum and has a heart like water. But I don't want to hide my ears and steal the bell, that kind of calmness in my bones is weird, I can't learn. I am greedy, if I am in love, I have to write and keep each other in doubt; If it is a pity, it must be abandoned. And, we will fight for the day. Frost dyed white, passing by your Qingju Yingying, gloomy and low eyebrows, foggy clouds and deep deviations. In the blink of an eye, they lost their traces of each other. But I firmly believe that several times of rubbing shoulders are only for a more permanent reunion and mutual sympathy.

The man was in the spiritual realm, searching. But he kept thinking of the scene where he and his lover met, and the two met in the spirit realm thousands of years ago.......

The first time I saw it was like a dream, the warm afternoon sun shone through the plain clothes, reflecting the white jade-like plain makeup, secretly climbed on the railing outside the house, the grass was green and willow yellow, the peach blossoms outside the fence were thick or light, and they opened just right, a few birdsongs, a light of tea, quiet and beautiful. It was such a clear afternoon, a ray of afterglow stained his face, and he took the initiative to talk to you for the first time, and his secret and graceful words were all about his daughter's family. Carefully tell you, I like you, an extraordinary man confesses his heart to the same beautiful and touching girl.

And Shuangqing women, once they get together, they will not leave. Stepping on flowers and picking up the golden year, he was fortunate to be able to meet Ling, in this life and in the next life, their relationship remained the same, but unfortunately when they met again, she had forgotten herself. Two lines of tears left in the man's eyes......

The floating life does not stop, the thoughts are like butterflies, and the memories do not stop. Someone once told the man that the fish only has 7 seconds of memory, and after 7 seconds it does not remember the past, and everything becomes new again. Then I'd rather be a fish, forget everything after 7 seconds, and the people I have met, the things I have done, can disappear. But this one who forgets everything is you, and I know that you are in the spiritual realm. But is it too late for me to go to you? Is this all the way of heaven?

He left her side a hundred years ago in order to carry out the task, but the world is not kind, and all things are used as dogs. Love has become a death, unbearable to look back, but I can't help but care about it frequently

Hope, as Yan'er said, "That feeling seems to be, building a prison for yourself, forcing yourself to never see the light of day." His heart is a carved window full of cobwebs, and with the glimmer of light squeezed through the webs, there is no warmth in the world. For Ling, this may be just an innocuous time to forget about it, but I am trying my best to avoid and avoid the inevitable catastrophe, you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. The most heartwarming and heartfelt encounter, please forgive me, let you be lonely in the spiritual realm for so long, but now I have also found a way to recover your memory, I have cultivated for thousands of years and have reached the SS level ability

With a wave of his hand, he destroyed the beauty around him, what does the world mean to me without you? He has fought for power for thousands of years, killed countless human beings for the sake of the plan, and now I think about it, that day, that time, that feeling, that feeling, that scene, all seem like yesterday, vividly, and within reach. Is it because you are too self-righteous? Now he is alive with the memories of two people on his back, and even the scenery he passes by is appreciated by himself. A lot of what I thought happened yesterday has been so long; He used the power of nothingness, and in an instant, the entire paradise was reduced to a blank slate. He turned around and sat down in the Spiritual Floating Space, closing his eyes and meditating.

In this isolated area of the powerful, since ancient times, many powerful people have entered the spiritual realm in search of greater strength. In the end, it was torn to shreds in an instant by the powerful energy of this place, even after thousands of years. None of the capable people came out of this place, and the structure of this place was extremely special. A black hole space full of nothingness, and a floating realm above the spiritual realm.

In this endless spiritual realm, there are only pumice stones floating everywhere. The energy that is abundant everywhere, if those who have the ability come here to take a look at it, they will inevitably exclaim: this is impossible.

"Because every small piece of space energy in the spiritual realm is already equal to the energy distribution rate of a small area of human beings, if you let the capable person cultivate here. The cultivation speed will be several times that of the human realm, and it is a pity that this vast energy area is a pity. But there is only one woman who lives here, thinking about himself. Waiting here for the return of my lover who is on earth......"

The pumice stone around him kept spinning, with the gathering of his energy. Look at him wearing a mask, and his arms, chest, and back are full of scars. The energy that was running around in the space kept slicing across his body, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest. Instead, it made his body more vibrant and energetic. "

He slowly closed his eyes, he didn't want to hurt anyone for anyone else. Years of fighting have left his heart cold and fragile. The man who has lived for thousands of years only thinks about goodbye, and that's it...

The moon is falling and Mei Shengxue is falling, and Xiao Yin is faintly falling in the distance, faint and lonely, circling and swirling, reaching his ears and wetting his cheeks. Listen carefully, get this sentence, wind and rain. The rooster crowed. If I can see you again, I can leave with peace of mind. I want to take you to a new dimension, a stable life. Ling, where are you now?

There was no response from the entire spiritual realm, only the thud of rubble colliding. It seemed to tell him that the world was still on the brink of destruction, and that stability was just an illusion. ”