A certain peak in Xiangshan, the night breeze is blowing. A figure stood in the wind www.biquge.info the pen, looking a little dazed, a little overwhelmed, and a little stunned...... The wind was blowing the robes and hunting, and with a small piece of white paper in his hand, Lin Xuan had an indescribable feeling in his heart......

Mu Xuan, a good friend who was still chatting with him before, and was still drinking with him the day before yesterday, was lying quietly in Lin Xuan's place, and Mu Xuan's face was relieved...... Lin Xuan knew that no matter how high a cultivator was, there was no way to resurrect Mu Xuan...... Because his obsession before death was to shatter in this heaven and earth, and his soul was shattered from then on...... There is no more Mu Xuan in this heaven and earth......

"Alas...... Why bother ......" Lin Xuan sighed and put away all the books written by Mu Xuan...... At the moment when Mu Xuan chose to commit suicide, he had a chance to save Mu Xuan, but Lin Xuan didn't do so, because Lin Xuan knew that Mu Xuan's heart was dead, and he was just a walking dead when he was alive, and he was just a puppet when he was alive!

There are still so many beautiful and mysterious things in this flower world, but for Mu Xuan, everything is no longer important!

Maybe Mu Xuan doesn't have a deep love for Zhang Jin, saying that Mu Xuan died of martyrdom rather than martyrdom, his Tao has perished, he has experienced too many disappointments, he may have shown many people with his own opinions, but no one recognizes it except Zhang Jin! With extreme disappointment in this world, Mu Xuan shattered his soul and vowed never to be reincarnated!

"Boom!" With a wave of his robe, he blasted a four-sided tomb on the top of this Xiangshan Mountain, put Mu Xuan's body in this tomb, and then with a wave of his sleeves, this tomb disappeared! Even if someone passes by here in the future, they won't find a tomb underneath!

Seeing Mu Xuan's disappearance, Lin Xuan felt a pang in his heart, he still couldn't accept the friend who was still talking to him just now, and the next moment he committed suicide by taking poison, or committing suicide in front of himself! Lin Xuan didn't erect a monument to Mu Xuan, Lin Xuan understood that since Mu Xuan chose to shatter his soul, then he must not want to have anything to do with this world anymore, if he was buried silently like this, it might be good to come alone and go alone......

"Alas, you people......" Lin Xuan shook his head gently, at this moment Lin Xuan remembered those literati who committed suicide, Haizi, Sanmao, and Fu Lei...... I think of one after another literati who committed suicide! Perhaps some of them chose to commit suicide because of the double pressure of life and spirit.

And some are extremely disappointed in the world, and choose to end their own lives, countless literati who have ended their lives are very young, some in their forties, some in their thirties...... How many literati have dedicated their lives to creation, but they have not been recognized during their lifetimes, but their works have been widely recognized only after their deaths!

Lin Xuan gently touched the land around him, and suddenly thought that there have been too many people who have been recognized after they have died throughout the ages, so are there still so many more people, even if they have been dead for countless years, no one will still be recognized! Their works are buried in the long river of history, and there is no chance to come out again! It is even more sad that in the modern era of information explosion, I am afraid that there will be more and more such people......

How many people, with infinite enthusiasm for this world, have broken their blood at the end of their heads, and have written a poem of despair in discouragement and chose death! Maybe there will be no more ridicule, no more contempt, and no more despair in heaven!

Tears fell lightly from the corners of Lin Xuan's eyes, not only for Mu Xuan, who had just died, but also for the countless literati who had died in despair, their thoughts transcended the whole world, and their feelings spanned the entire society! But because of this, they were so incompatible with this world, and the whole world was so rejecting them, that they finally chose to understand their own lives! They flew into their own spiritual paradise with their own thoughts!

Some people may say that this is a kind of pathology, a kind of psychological disease! Perhaps psychologists believe that all people who want to commit suicide have mental illness!

The benevolent see the wise and the wise see the wise, do they have a mental illness? Maybe, maybe it is this sad world that gives them that disease. They didn't want to, so they chose to leave, chose to keep the beauty in their hearts, and chose to go to their own paradise!

Lin Xuan sat beside Mu Xuan, took out the books that Mu Xuan had finally sorted out, and flipped through them gently...... It seems to be accompanying Mu Xuan on his last journey!

A faint golden light emanated from Lin Xuan's body, this faint golden light intangible substance, maybe Lin Xuan himself didn't see it, but Dao Yuan saw it, but at this moment Dao Yuan flew out of Lin Xuan's body, silently looking at Lin Xuan, who was stunned at the moment...... Maybe Lin Xuan didn't want to get such an insight!

"Memory is like pencil writing on a blank piece of paper, and memory is like erasing memories with an eraser. Memories over and over again, wiped over and over again, until they slowly faded, slowly disappeared, and slowly became a hollow ......" Lin Xuan muttered softly in his mouth.

"I don't know when I started to become a person, I don't know when I got used to being a person, I don't know when I started to forget a person. ”

“......”

"Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a person who walks slowly, a person who watches the people around him keep coming and going, from the initial disappointment, loneliness, to the bleakness, numbness, to the end of indifference, habit ......"

"Memory is like a blank piece of paper with pencil words written on it, constantly ravaged by an eraser called memory, and finally the pencil words are gone, the white paper is destroyed, it becomes wrinkled, and it becomes amnesia......"

"Time passed slowly, memories grew, crowded and crowded, and slowly began to forget. So I tried my best to think and recall, but the memories seemed to play a joke on me, and in the end, the more I thought about it, the more vague and empty it became. ”

"Again and again full of hope, again and again lost souls. It seems that everything is up and down, and it seems to answer the sentence - the extreme of things must be reversed, it seems that every time the happiest is followed by endless loss, as if those are just some bubbles, but some epiphany, after a short bloom, they will immediately wither. ”

"The petals fell off one by one, and were blown away by the wind for a long time, leaving only a thin stalk swaying slowly. Later, the petals were lost in the wind, and the flower stalk was broken off by the wind and buried in the soil......"

"The light that is too bright is a little cold, but in this dark package, it turns out to be warmer......

"The sun's rays are a little ......cold," Lin Xuan sighed lightly: "It turns out that the sun's rays are cold, in this endless darkness, you might be warmer...... Right?"

Lin Xuan sat quietly on the top of the mountain, reading quietly, word by word...... It was as if Mu Xuan was standing in front of Lin Xuan! it seemed to be radiant, it seemed to be decadent, and it seemed to be detached and free......