At this moment, the scene reversed.

In other words, in the last story, the image of a certain fragment is presented in the consciousness of countless people in the thousands of miles of Yanhuang City in the most intuitive way at this time.

It was an old woman with a withered and vague complexion, and in a strange tone, she was saying, humming, or singing:

"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. ”

The image of the old woman was only a flash, and more than that, the words, intermittent and fragmented, yet as clear as they were, drifting in the wind.

"This is the bridge of life and death, it's true that the dry bones under the bridge are gone, in fact, there can't even be dry bones. ”

The young man who was a famous dragon and proud of the sky muttered to himself, his expression was solemn, and then, there was a sneer: "This bridge is called the bridge of life and death, and it is inevitable that it will be difficult to cross. If everyone can cross, what is the bridge of life and death?"

After saying this, Long Aotian settled down, didn't think about it anymore, and cautiously, using his hands and feet together, walked forward along the rope.

This rope is not stable, it is always swaying, Long Aotian's movements are a little bigger, and the rope may be swung into the black river by him, so the young man is almost at the slowest speed, slowly advancing.

The mighty black river is boundless. Under the sky, the young man named Long Aotian was as small as an ant, and his speed seemed to be slower than that of an ant.

It's hopelessly slow. ――

At this rate, when is it going to be a head?

The sun, two or three times larger than the sun of this world, rises. It fell, it fell, it rose again, and even the moon changed from lack to full, but the black river was always mighty and boundless.

The boy's unspeakable climb seemed pointless.

The moxibustion of the sun, the invasion of dew, and the endless walking. Not to mention eating, he didn't even dare to sleep, and when he was at the most sleepy, the young man only closed his eyes slightly and paused for a moment. And only for a moment.

There are no verbal explanations, just. Everyone understands. Why didn't the boy dare to sleep, let alone sleep, perhaps, just a nap, his hands or feet would slip, and then he would slip off the rope?

The cycle of the sun and the moon. In just a few days, the young man was already dazed, and his description looked even more withered than the old woman before.

More than ten days. In the consciousness of all who saw this scene, it seemed like tens, decades, or even hundreds of years.

But on this very day, when the sun rose again, the real despair came.

The previous climb seemed desperate, but in despair, there was always a glimmer of hope. Although, the so-called hope is very slim.

But then the rope broke......

Only two or three paces in front of the line of sight, the rope up and down was interrupted as if someone had cut it with a knife. At the end of this rope, it hung in the air without any support.

Long Aotian, who was already like an ordinary old man, was sluggish for a long time before he reacted, and looked at the direction of the broken rope, and hesitated for a long time.

Crawling over little by little, Long Aotian slowly stretched out his hand and tried to move forward towards the broken rope.

There may be something there, but it is just invisible, otherwise why could this rope hang so strangely in the air?

But Long Aotian was disappointed, or rather, desperate, real despair?

Ahead, there is nothing but nothing.

The boy looked indifferently ahead, at the sky, at his feet, and behind him.

Ahead, there is a vastness, and behind him, there is a vastness. In the sky, there is a firmament, and under the feet, there is a swing.

There is no heaven above, no earth below, no road ahead, and no return behind.

Thinking about the end of the road.

But the boy knew that there was no way back.

Before, the scene of jumping off the bridge was still flashing in front of my eyes. Long Aotian looked behind him in a daze, silent. Not to mention that it is impossible to return to the bridge, even now, does he still have the energy or courage to turn back and take a step or two?

All of the body, as early as this way, has been exhausted.

The past, or the memories, came out one after another at this moment.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can I be an ordinary person. Thank you, teacher, for your hard work. But please allow me to find my own way. Neither your path, nor my father's path, is my choice. ”

It was a young man, and he said so loudly to an old man.

Before, the scenes of the story were as real as they were. At this point, it shifts to black and white. It's as if the whole world is only black and white.

"Where are you from?" - "I came from nothing. ”

"Who are you?" - "I am a man who stands on the ground and looks up at the sky. ”

"Where are you going?" -- "I want to go to heaven, but I have no way to reach it." ”

As soon as the picture turned, the boy was still a teenager, but there were many traces of wind and frost on his face, and the boy who was struggling to find it, on a small island, facing three stone tablets, said like this.

The picture turned again, the island was gone, and the stone monument was gone.

With the extension of the bluestone staircase, at the end, it is just a small courtyard that looks very ordinary.

"Are you sure you choose this path? Once you enter this road, there is no turning back. ”

"I'm sure. ”

"Okay, you have chosen to 'cut off the crowd', and from now on, you will be my disciple. Go down this ladder and you'll get what you want. ”

The next moment, the stairs suddenly disappeared.

The first foot is still a ladder, and the next foot is already a vast world.

"There is a mixture of things, and they are born from nature. Lonely, independent and unchanging, Zhou Xing without dying, can be the mother of the world. I don't know its name, the strong word is called the way, and the strong name is big. The big is gone, the past is far away, and the far is reversed. Therefore, the Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and the people are also great. There are four major domains, and people live in one of them. Man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature. ”

"Heaven kills, the stars change to stay, the earth kills, the dragon and snake rise to land, people kill the machine, the heaven and the earth repeat, the heaven and man are combined, and the foundation is determined." The way of observing the sky, the line of the sky, obeying the sky and responding to people, everything and everything, is exhausted. ”

In the snowstorm, there was a voice, so faintly sounded.

The picture turns again, and the world is quiet.

It was a man in Tsing Yi standing in front of an old man sitting upright.

"If you have chosen this way, he shall have no regrets. To walk this path, you should hold three things, bravery, strength, and wisdom. Courage is the heart of the sword, strength is the blade of the sword, and wisdom is the hilt of the sword. There is courage and powerlessness, everyone can be humiliated, powerful and unwise, and authority is given to others. These three things are the three essentials of the sword. The three must gather together, so that you can hold a sword, and if you hold a sword in your hand, you can go rampant. Remember. ”

By the Heishui River, the western sky is still shining.

A stone monument stood like it had been there for eternity.

"A bridge flies north and south, and the moat becomes a thoroughfare!"

"On the bridge through the Styx, how many people have walked and how many people have died?"

When the stele gradually fades in the picture, the scene changes silently again, and it is already a teenager, striding on a bridge to the sky.

"Young man, turn around, come, here, tired of walking so far, come and rest!"

"Yes, what a fool, or too young to be sensible!

"Whether it's good or bad on the other side of the bridge, I'm going to cross the bridge. They certainly too, but they, betrayed themselves. ”

"Even if I end up with nothing and nothing, I still have to cross the bridge! I am Long Aotian with the sky above me and the earth under my feet, I was born to stand up to the sky and the earth, but I never came to betray myself!"

......

The scenes on the bridge are presented one by one again.

Although the picture is black and white, it presents colorful things.

Then, gradually, the bridge crossed, and the boy jumped, and after that, it was a long walk alone.

Suddenly, the picture changed abruptly, from black and white in the previous memories or reminiscences to normal and real images.

On the screen, the young man is withered and indescribable.

"Is this what I want?"

The boy looked up and down again, and muttered like this. This murmur, perhaps because of weakness, perhaps because of depression or despair, or both, seems extremely faint.

But this faint voice echoed in the hearts of countless people at the same time with the strongest attitude.

"Hmph, boy, what do you know, cross the bridge and cross the bridge, what can be good on the other side of the bridge, can it be better than here? Why do you want to cross the bridge? Also, boy, I have a good word to tell you, this bridge, but it is very difficult to walk, don't look at the previous smooth and frank all the way, but this bridge will get narrower and narrower, and finally, hum!"

"In the end, what will happen in the end?"

"Young man, if you don't listen to our advice and keep going, you will regret it in the end. ”

During the transition of the picture, the withered young man muttered to himself: "Regret?"

"Do I regret it?"

"They are comfortable, maybe they can be comfortable forever, but now, I am in a desperate situation. I should regret it. ”

"But what did I do wrong?"

"I'm not wrong. ”

The boy muttered, then repeated, "I'm not wrong. ”

The first time, it was a certainty, and the second time, it had become firm, and then the boy repeated again: "I'm not wrong!"

This time, what the young man said was so short, so frustrating, and so loud, it seemed that he was no longer speaking, but pouring out his whole body and mind as a final cry.

"Death, yes, I, no regrets. After a while, the boy turned from madness to calm, as if muttering to himself, and said softly.

After saying this, the young man slowly closed his eyes, and then, letting go of the rope, turned down, poured out the only remaining strength in his body, and jumped sharply towards the endless black river. (To be continued......)