In a word, the focus is not on what is said, but on who says it.

In a word, the point is not who says it, but on what occasion the person says it.

At this time, here and there, this sentence can be expanded a little further - in a sentence, the focus is not on the occasion, but on the context.

Now, what is this environment?

an environment where tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of cultivators gather;

The inductions of countless people are staggered and superimposed to form an environment where natural elements are blocked;

Countless people's spirits, moods and even consciousness are consciously or unconsciously stepping into a pure and condensed environment.

This is an environment that this world seems to have never seen before, because no one can bring so many cultivators together. This was also an environment where Fang Tian was aware of some of the mysteries but basically didn't know much about it.

But he knew that he could initially use this environment to do something, and that, enough!

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, a few people have walked all the way. ”

When Fang Tian's words were paved by the atmosphere before the story, and when this thousand-mile domain was gently resounding, many cultivators who had gone through difficulties, complexities and twists and turns along the way, especially the elderly cultivators, in an instant, the memories of far or near broke out, flooding their entire body and mind like a surging tide.

In a certain hotel, Magician Wayne, who had just joined the Wizards' Association, instantly moistened his eyes, and then slowly closed them.

Long roads?

This way, how can it be said that there is a long way?

When I was a teenager, how many times I was tormented by endless meditation, always thinking, rest, rest, just rest for a day!

Whenever this kind of thought is reflected in the cultivation. The teacher, who had always been gentle and generous, was at once so stern and mean that he did not seem to reprimand, but only said coldly and lightly:

"What, you can't hold on anymore, you want to be a waste again?"

"I can't even persist in my normal cultivation every day, Wayne, do you know what it means to have such a thought that your qualifications are not very good?"

"There are many reasons why a person is not successful. But you're the kind of person who doesn't even have the interest to take a second look. ”

“......”

More often than not, the teacher didn't say anything, just shook his head, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. Then he turned and left.

In middle age, the teacher died.

When leaving. The teacher didn't show any emotion. just said lightly: "My teacher is level seven, and now, I am level eight." Wayne, in the future, will you be able to break through further at my level and reach the ninth level like me?"

The teacher was not emotional. He was suddenly emotional, as if he had returned to the age when he was first accepted as a disciple by the teacher, and suddenly burst into tears: "Teacher, I can." I can, I can go to the ninth level!"

Before I knew it, I was getting old, but I was still hovering at the level of the seventh level.

Not to mention making a breakthrough at the level of a teacher, I can't even reach the level of a teacher, how many times have I asked myself over and over again in my heart: "Am I really a waste?"

That kind of self-questioning, asking too much, becoming less intense, but more and more heartbroken.

It seems that the whole person is frozen, and there is no strength to move forward......

In a certain mountain stream, another old magician clenched his fist tightly in an instant, and the next moment, the entire palm was oozing blood, but the old magician didn't realize it at all, just remembered the bits and pieces along the way.

Ridiculed, humiliated, how many times stubbornly persevered in the blow.

What I got was not praise and affirmation, warmth and comfort, but the eyes of the elders in the family became more and more cold, and even disgusted and bored, "That little third son, his heart is becoming more and more withdrawn, and he is becoming more and more cold, I said at the beginning, he should not be allowed to contact cultivation ...... like that."

Under a certain big tree, a thin old man had blank eyes, and his whole body seemed to be scattered, but on the ground, his two palms slapped the ground again and again, slapping harder and harder......

Happy families are all alike, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes.

In Fang Tian's previous life, a book called "Anna Karenina" said.

Happiness is similar because happiness always tastes the same, very sweet, very sweet.

Unfortunate because it is too easy to have such and such unsatisfactory in life, family discord, mean elders, dislike of parents, separation of brothers, bad qualifications, bad circumstances, irreparable mistakes made by young madness, middle-aged depression and unbearable death, or in old age, it is found that the whole life is a mixture that cannot distinguish whether it is bitter, astringent, sour or salty......

Too much unsatisfactory accumulates in life.

Because I still have to live and move on, those unsatisfactory are pressed in the bottom of my heart, buried in the depths of my consciousness, and only occasionally arise when I dream back, and most of the time on weekdays, I make myself strong and indifferent.

Why are you strong? It is because if you are not strong, all the bitterness and suffering in your life will come out at once, and you will be completely knocked down.

Why is it apathetic? It is because there are too many injuries, because there are too many disappointments, because there are too many cunning and deceitful, because there are too many storms and fatigues on the road of life, and these are all kinds of things, and they have already washed away the little enthusiasm that is already scarce......

You and I are mortal, born in the world;

Running around all day long, there is no time to be idle.

For mortals are always weak. Because of weakness, there are always injuries. Because of the injury, there is always confusion. Because of confusion, there is always disappointment. Because of disappointment, there will always be indifference step by step. Because of indifference, over time, I can't even touch my own truth......

Do you remember crying when you were a kid? Do you remember why you cried?

Do you remember laughing when you were a teenager? Do you remember why you laughed?

Remember those frivolous and flamboyant?

Remember those setbacks and injuries?

Perhaps, too many people don't remember anymore.

But not remembering does not mean that you have forgotten jì. Life always cherishes those things that have been forgotten intentionally or unintentionally, until its owner suddenly comes to that dark corner one day and opens the dusty pile......

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, a few people have walked all the way. ”

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, nine out of ten people are dead. ”

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, the dry bones under the bridge are gone. ”

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, how many undead are calling. ”

Ordinary words, ordinary songs, but in an unusual environment, in thousands of pure and expectant moods, all of a sudden, turned into a sharp knife, stabbing into the heart of everyone who has gone through the twists and turns of life and the vicissitudes of time.

Then, memories flood and consciousness immerses.

At the same time, because of the solemn and condensed atmosphere of the Thousand Miles Domain, the mind sank into the sea of consciousness on the one hand, or crazy or sad and floating, but on the other side it watched calmly and detachedly.

Everyone who has memories flooded up, at this moment, seems to have been cut in half.

Half indulged in upside down.

Half of them were extremely sober and looked at their own upside down, their own intoxication.

If Fang Tian knew this qiē, he would immediately realize that this is also yin and yang!

It's just that he doesn't know. He just felt that it was a clear and condensed area of thousands of miles, and it was like a quiet lake-like scene environment, gradually like the wind returning, like a snow roll, the slightest ripples are rising, and the slightest turmoil is rising, just like a person is rowing on the flat lake, slowly, losing the way, the boat is flooded into a vast ocean and wind and waves......

What should I do when I get into the wind and waves?

Said: Don't stop, continue, keep going, drive to the wind and waves, drive to the calm and calm, drive to the place of indulgence, look back at the twilight, only to find that the wind and waves have been left behind......

Therefore, after a slight pause, the narration continues, and the story continues:

"The distant black river, it looks far, and it goes farther. Long Aotian walked for a long time, and the distance between him and the black river didn't seem to be getting closer. And the remnant sun in the western sky, in this process, ruthlessly and indifferently, sinking down little by little. ”

"What if it's dark and I can't get there?"

"What if there's no bridge?"

"If the old woman deceived me just now, I would be safe here, and it would be dangerous when I got to the side of the black river, what should I do?"

Long Aotian was running in the direction of the Black River, but he was thinking about these many questions. ”

"How could I think that? When did I become so vulnerable? This desolate and boundless wilderness is not a good place at first glance, otherwise why would I be so miserable when I first came here?"

"Even if that old woman deceives me, I'm going to go to the black river and have a look. Look at what kind of river it is, and see if there is a bridge on that river!"

Long Aotian thought in his heart, but he didn't stop at all. ”

"No matter how vast the sky is, it can be climbed by the heart, and no matter how far away the earth is, it can also be measured by the feet. Unconsciously, the desolate and seemingly boundless wilderness had been left behind by Long Aotian step by step. ”

"When the last remnant of the sun in the western sky was about to completely fall into the valley, Long Aotian finally approached the river. ”

"Maybe it's getting dark, or maybe it's just like that, the river is deep black and silent. And looking far ahead, the sky is vast and wild, but I can't see the direction of the other side. ”

"It seems that the whole heaven and earth, at this moment, have been transformed into this dark black river. ”

"What kind of river is this, why is it so weird, so terrifying. If I accidentally stumble and fall, wouldn't I not even have a bone left?Long Aotian thought in horror in his heart, the endless darkness and the completely invisible blackness caused great fear in his heart. ”

"It's not like it's a river, it's just a border between life and death. ”

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, I think this river is the river of life and death, but where is the bridge?" (to be continued......)