There were countless ghostly black shadows flying back and forth in the green light, and the trees here obscured the sky, even though it was daytime, it was pitch black without any light.

There were soft bird calls, baby cries, women's screams, the roars of the battlefield, and the last moans of old men.

If you want to practice soul replication, you must first experience the eight sufferings of life, such as birth, old age, sickness and death, love and separation, asking for it, and not being able to let go, before you can enter the final place of cultivation.

"Are you ready?" Dongfang Wuya glanced at Gu Xuanling, the first suffering is life.

"Hmm." Feng Qingcheng nodded, there was a difference between the suffering of life and the fact that they were now being suppressed by the black robe and struggling to survive.

The two held hands and slowly stepped into it, only to see that the picture turned, the two of them became two people suddenly, and Feng Chengcheng became a little girl who was only a teenager, but the East was nowhere to be found.

The two will not fall in the same place, and if someone can't get out, they will stay in it forever.

"Girl." When Feng Chengcheng was looking at the world, someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder from behind and shouted, "Hurry up." ”

"Where?" Feng Chengcheng looked at a woman behind him in confusion.

The woman didn't explain, she ran away with Feng Tingcheng, Feng Tingcheng didn't ask again, looked at the village behind her farther and farther away, and looked back, only to see a large number of people and horses coming to the village.

"Alas, the piano girl is back." Suddenly, in a cave on the top of the mountain, there was a human head, and he called out happily after seeing Feng Chengcheng and the woman.

"The Piano Girl." Countless heads stretched out from the cave, looking at Gu Xuanling curiously.

"Hurry up and get in." The piano girl urged those people and pushed Gu Xuanling in.

Gu Xuanling was stunned for a moment, it was full of ordinary people, they were in rags, their faces were yellow and thin, and they looked at Feng Qingcheng with a hint of curiosity.

The child in a woman's arms attracted Feng Qingcheng's attention, the child was as thin as a monkey, only bones remained, his eyes were deeply sunken, but his eyes were very bright and looked at Gu Xuanling for a moment.

"Girl, how did you get here?" The piano girl burned a fire in the cave, and the people were small and close to the fire.

Feng Qingcheng shook his head, looking at the mountain village below, those people had already rushed in, they set fire, they snatched all the little food inside, and they killed the only poultry.

The people in the cave looked at the scene at the foot of the mountain with a hint of numbness, as if they had become accustomed to it.

Soon the men were gone.

The piano maiden took the people down, and each arranged for them to put out the fire, gather the only little bit of food, and dig wild vegetables, and no one spoke from beginning to end, and sat quietly about their own business.

Even the children did not cry, they sat quietly at the door, and went to drink water when they were too hungry.

It seems that I have become accustomed to this kind of life.

"You just came, and you're a little unaccustomed to it, but it's fine after a long time." The piano girl patted Feng Chengcheng's shoulder and said.

"Why don't you run away from here?" Feng Qingcheng frowned, she was really puzzled, this was a barren land that was not easy to grow crops, and it was a long-term drought, why didn't she leave here?

"Leave? Easier said than done. The piano girl shook her head and smiled, and said, "Girl, don't be whimsical. ”

"Then why don't you fight with those people and save food." Feng Chengcheng glanced at a group of hungry wolves in the distance, about a hundred miles away.

"Fighting?" The Qin Nu smiled again, looked at Feng Qingcheng's eyes with a gentle mockery: "They are all healthy men, we are all a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can we fight with them?" ”

Feng Chengcheng was silent, the heavens were too unfair, for them, it was simply torture, there were natural disasters, there were human disasters, how to live in such an illusion.

Feng Chengcheng stayed for just three days, but for three days, there was no rain, and he relied on eating mud and tree roots.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Feng Chengcheng was under unbearable hunger.

There was a commotion outside, it was those wicked people who came again, and began their robbery and occupation, in this case, looking at the people fleeing frantically outside, Feng Qicheng suddenly understood, he didn't want to die, no matter how difficult life is, how difficult it is to live, he has to live, this is the hardship of life, no matter how difficult it is to live, he must live.

Feng Qingcheng listened to the fight behind him, and followed the footsteps of the piano girl hard, no matter how difficult life is, he must live well.

Suddenly, Feng Chengcheng stepped on the air and fell forward violently. Hazy, she heard the voice of the piano girl: "No matter how hard it is, how helpless you have to live." ”

After Feng Chengcheng was born, he was old, and he always told the story of a person who was rich and prosperous, and enjoyed his rights, but in the end he had to die, which was too easy for a person like Feng Chengcheng who had died once.

Next is the disease.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River were as thin as silk, and bursts of shouting and selling sounded on the bustling streets, and suddenly a woman's cry reached Feng Qicheng's ears.

Feng Chengcheng walked over slowly, only to see a medical hall, the woman's crying was miserable and miserable, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy next to him looked at the woman's back with a pale face and said: "Mother, don't be sad, everyone has a life." ”

"My son, why is it not my mother who is sick, my mother is willing to suffer for you." The woman hugged the young man's waist and buried her face in the boy's thin arms.

"Mother, let's go back." The young man sensibly patted the woman's back and comforted.

"Okay, let's go back." The woman wiped her tears and gently helped the boy up, and the two slowly walked into the bustling street and walked far away from the city.

Feng Chengcheng's body was a little more out of her control, and she slowly followed, and she finally felt the young man's eyes glancing at her in the crowd.

"Be careful." The woman helped the boy slowly step into the small courtyard, and suddenly the young man looked back at the courtyard behind him and entered the courtyard in confusion.

Feng Chengcheng knew that no one could see her.

She slowly came to the boy's house, only to see the boy holding his chest, step by step into his room, slowly bamboo slips in the room, next to a portrait of a man, the man in the portrait is dressed in armor and the girl is seven points similar.

The young man raised his hand and touched the portrait, and said with a sad expression: "Father, it has been another ten years since you died on the battlefield, and my mother raised me single-handedly. ”

The young man closed his eyes slightly, a crystal clear tear slowly slipped down with the corner of his eye, and he sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, my son is about to die soon, and my son is not filial." ”

Feng Chengcheng wanted to appear a lot, and wanted to see what kind of illness the boy was and whether she could save it, but she was like an outsider, feeling helplessness and sadness deeply, but she couldn't get close.

"Son, the medicine is ready, you should drink it quickly." It was a woman who slowly walked through the door and raised her hand to push it open.

Seeing the arrival of the woman, the young man showed his hearty smile like a nobody, and said, "Mother has worked hard. ”

"Mother is not bitter, for the sake of my son, mother is willing to do anything." The woman raised her hand and touched the boy's cheek.

Feng Chengcheng obviously saw the deep tears on the woman's face, orphans and widows, who have been dependent on each other for decades, and finally hope that their son will grow up, but they have to feel the separation of yin and yang, how painful it is.

But in order to take care of each other's emotions and feelings, the two of them worked hard to hide their emotions.

Suddenly, in the midst of this illness, Feng Chengcheng will find another kind of suffering, and he can't ask for it.

The young man wanted to ask for a good body, gain fame, and let his mother live in his old age, and it was easy to use his talent, but he was tormented by illness and miserable.

There is another bitter cry that can't be put down, the boy and the woman can't let go of the general, ten years have passed, but every time the two of them look at the portrait, just like the general was still alive yesterday, it has been ten years, and it seems that it happened yesterday for the two of them.

The woman couldn't let go of her husband, her full of affection, did not disappear without a trace after her husband died on the battlefield, but deepened, did not remarry for ten years, worked hard to raise the sons of the two, and maintained infinite nostalgia and fantasy for the general This is: love and parting.