After the rain, the sky was still gloomy, and thick dark clouds, layered on top of each other, were like pot lids, covering the entire village.

I don't know whose door it is, Wen Chuanting leaned against the rough stone wall, covered in mud and water, and on his white face, two black moles were hanging, dry and cracked fine lines, and he laughed silently, mocking his fragility.

The cool wind blew the crooked loquats, and the dry leaves on them rattled. Unfocused eyes, staring blankly ahead.

With a "snap", the remaining raindrops dripped from under the eaves and hit him on the head hard, and his godless eyes suddenly bloomed with bright light. The drop woke him up from his stupor.

"Yes, there are no dry bones, how can I conclude that they have been taken captive?!" asked Chuanting to slap him in the face, "I haven't seen anyone, how can I conclude that they have been sent to the battlefield." The messy arrows are not complete arrows, not every door of the house, and there are no traces of impact at the gate of the wall. "He thought about everything he had done since he entered the village, the road he had traveled, and the surrounding environment.

"Ten years, how can an uninhabited village withstand the invasion of time. Broken ceramics may have been rummaged and broken by later generations. He was slapped twice on the head again. "But I forgot about the existence of the snake body, as long as I contact him, all the truth will be understood. ”

Wen Chuanting jumped up, the raindrops dripped down the animal skin clothes, pounding on the ground, the crisp sound was so beautiful, the wind was so soft, and the dark clouds were so pure.

Throwing off the big stride and stepping over the threshold, only the dripping residual rain was left behind, floating in the air, dripping on the ground, and breaking small pits one after another, causing mud droplets to splash and water ripples.

Quickly ran back to the small courtyard where he once lived, the rocking chairs were lying scattered in the original place, the flat and edgeless courtyard, as if there were four thin figures cultivating. shook his head fiercely, throwing the illusion in front of him out of his mind,

Hurriedly entering the hut, the dim light could not hide the bright eyes, the shallow fire pit, the remnants of wood ash, stained with a layer of gray dust, in the house, two rough wooden beds, lying quietly, stripped of the animal skin spread on the straw, vaguely visible is a huge tiger skin.

Gently stroked the tiger skin, where there seemed to be the child's body temperature. The four children slept peacefully or frolicked on the huge tiger skin, and the sound of laughter echoed in the house. Carefully look at every inch of the corner, there are no secret marks, no clues, no warnings.

The expression of disappointment was on his face, and in an instant, a smile was all over his face, "There are no secret notes and warnings, which is the best clue." ”

The sky, the endless rays, like an indestructible arrow, pierced the thick clouds, wisps by wisps, shining on the earth, on the ground, a puddle of water, clear and thorough, the face of Wen Chuanting, clearly reflected.

Shake off the water droplets remaining on your body, help the long knife on your waist, straighten the boning knife, and stride forward. There is nothing to be nostalgic for here, there are no familiar people, familiar things, ten years, years will destroy this place, and also destroy the attachment to this place in his heart.

The west wind, the withered vines, the old trees, slowly left behind, the shadows that often disappear in the shaking, disappear in the wind, in the withered grass.

On the green carpet, a person walks alone, with a body wrapped in animal skins, thin but full of strength. The wandering swordsman, lonely and silent, his body swaying, has crossed a long distance, without a trace of the wind. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can sense a lonely person passing through here.

fluttering like a legacy of independence, strolling like a feather immortal.

Footsteps are stepped on, leaving no trace. It's like he's not in this world, he's not in the world. Of course, if you change into fluttering sleeves, you are more like an immortal who has descended to the mortal dust. But he, really not, he is just a mortal wandering in the world, a mortal looking for direction in solitude, it's just that he is stronger than mortals, and he has this powerful power, hidden under that thin body.

The ups and downs of the soul, the bloody stimulation, the numbness of killing, the pain and confusion of losing loved ones, the alternation of disappointment and hope, let him break through the barriers of the soul, the washing of the scenery along the way, the silence of loneliness, the morning dew washed away the dust of the soul, and the sun warmed the cold heart.

He made a breakthrough again, opened his mind, and the world was in his heart. The realm of unity, this is the realm of unity, integrated into heaven and earth, heaven and earth and nature are one, regardless of each other. Blended into heaven and earth, but not between heaven and earth, the mystery of heaven and earth, the splendor of nature, is just a ravine in the chest. He was so enchanted that he couldn't help himself.

Thousands of miles away, just a leisurely stroll. The waves are treacherous, but they are not the landscape in their eyes. Everything is so breezy and breezy and breezy .

In the sea of knowledge, it is like a paintbrush, which is constantly smearing, the vast space is no longer monotonous, the red, yellow, blue and green colors are constantly filled, and the heaven and earth are constantly interpreted. An illusory sphere appeared at the top of the pyramid, hazy, unreal, and illusory.

The pyramid has been filled with two-thirds, and the entire pyramid presents a strange form, one-third of which is golden, solidified entity, one-third is still in a liquid state, and suddenly, swaying in the frame of the pyramid, one-third of the hollowed-out space is still empty.

The spire at the bottom of the tower comes out, and the illusory sphere seems to be real and illusory, as if it knows the world, blends into the void, blends into the body of heaven and earth, and seems to be in another space.

Countless figures, sitting on the sea of Sansheng, blooming with different colors of brilliance, like flowers competing to bloom, bright and prosperous. A little spiritual light slowly condensed, shining on one side of the heaven and earth, south, south, north, west, north, west, middle, five directions, five regions, the east is vibrant, the morning is vibrant, verdant and green; the south is scorching, the fire is in the air, the space is rippling, and it is like scorching the entire sea of knowledge; the west is slaying and subsided, and the sharp is contending; the north is cold in the cathode, soft and straight, and the fog is misty; the center, thick and broad, and the vast fraternity.

Endless spiritual light sublimated, a little light rose, floated into the green underworld, into the illusory sphere, with the addition of spiritual light, the illusory sphere was uncertain, as if the sphere that was originally integrated into the space jumped out of the space, and entered in an instant.

The transformation of the virtual and the real, with the spiritual light of the non-stop addition, the sphere slowly solidified, the nine turns of the Linglong Pagoda in Si Yu stepped out of the tower door early, looked up at the Qing Ming, with a 'bang', the sea of space trembled, the endless spiritual light suddenly detached from the head of the figure below, rose into the Qing Ming, melted into the body, the condensed sphere suddenly became illusory, a ruler long and thick five-color light appeared in the sphere, a short section, but not all condensed.