When night falls, it always makes people think about it, even in that remote village of Bahuang.

God said, "Let there be light!" So, there was light, go fuck Newton's apples. God separates light from darkness, calling light day and darkness night.

The moonlight and the few jumps after passing through the crack in the window happened to be extinguished.

After everything is out, everything is black, no different.

With a thud, a pair of buds fell to the ground, then bounced up and down into the wolf's mouth.

Liu Feng pulled out his right leg from Ji Ye'an's palm, stretched it into the futon, and then stretched out his middle leg, and said softly: "It's not the right leg, it's this." ”

"yes, I know." The touch was too hard for her to frown.

In that black light, there seemed to be a star, piercing into the galactic universe, or into the darkness, with a little scarlet and pure white tail of light.

Soft or stiff, falling or sweeping, lunging or retreating.

Sometimes it clicks, sometimes it moves, it trembles, it brings some turbulence of light and heat to the cool night, and a flickering burst to the darkness.

Liu Feng only felt that he was leaping into heaven, but Ji Ye'an felt that he was a flat boat on the stormy sea, crumbling, as if he was about to be slapped into the sea by the waves in the next second.

Liu Feng desperately put Ji Ye'an down on the rice field, and she shouted to him that I want wheat, I want wheat.........

It didn't hurt at this moment, and half-asleep, half-awake, she boarded the gray cradle, and their boat sailed out of the sea in the rain and in an eerie monotonous black.

The world was turned upside down, vertigo and red glow filled the night, and not to be outdone, she began a Jedi counterattack, crushing him to the ground.

Then she rode on him, like a mighty and desolate dragon, like riding a handsome white horse in heat......

The body with a strong smell is intertwined quickly, and it is very safe.

She rode him, and gradually, in the darkness for a while, thunder, thunder and lightning, and then flew away, to the small world of the two of them, to the brilliant multicolored fantasy world, where they obtained the great harmony of life.

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In the thatched cottage of Bahuang Village.

"Sir, why can't I wake up on my own?" Liu Feng asked sincerely. The person with the highest cultivation in the Eight Desolations Village is Mr., there is no doubt about it, because Liu Feng came to Mr. to solve his doubts.

"Liu Feng, have you ever heard of Zhuang Gong Mengdie?" The old man in gray clothes held his hands behind his back and turned his back to Liu Feng, and instead of answering Liu Feng's question directly, he asked an irrelevant question.

"Of course, Butterfly dreams of Zhuang Gong, Zhuang Gong dreams of Butterfly."

Of course, Liu Feng knows this allusion, what Zhuang Gong Mengdie said is: One day, Zhuang Gong turned into a lifelike butterfly in his dream, forgetting that he was a human, and only after waking up did he realize that he was still Zhuangzi. It is really difficult to tell whether Zhuangzi is transformed into a butterfly in his dream or a butterfly is transformed into Zhuangzi in his dream.

"How can we distinguish between the unreal and the real." The old man muttered.

"Even sir, can't you tell the difference between the real and the unreal?" Liu Feng asked.

"Yes, maybe you can, maybe you can't, when you fake it, it's true, it's true, when it's true, it's true. The real and the unreal are in your heart, if you think he is false, he is false, if you think he is real, he is real. ”

The old man's words were like an initiation, which made Liu Feng can't help but fall into thinking, but the too illusory and complicated truth makes Liu Feng unable to truly understand.

"In my heart? I don't understand, please ask Mr. to solve my doubts. Liu Feng asked again.

"Do you think your previous life was illusory?"

The old man's words struck Liu Feng like a bolt of lightning, which made Liu Feng a little enlightened, and said firmly: "No, my previous life is real, and those memories are imprinted in my soul like divine seals, immortal. ”

"Well, that's good." The old man smiled, a little relieved.

"You leave this doubt, and after endless years, maybe you will figure it out."

"Yes, sir, let the time prove if your words are correct."

Liu Feng and the old man couldn't help but smile.

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Another decade.

It is said that thirty is standing, and forty is not confused, but thirty-four-year-old Liu Feng did not feel so, but became more and more confused.

Until now, the cultivation that is still stuck in ten years ago is still a high-level arcanist, and there is still no next line.

The child didn't, but became more and more able to recite poetry and paint, and became literary and artistic.

The elegant atmosphere is reassuring.

"The master is born beautifully, and he has a lot of love with me every night, and An Anna has been in harmony for a longer time."

"I didn't expect that one day, your body would become the place I am most familiar with."

"My hand is between your legs, it's natural, like it's in your pocket."

"Everything is familiar with the road, the towering peaks, the twists and turns, the small Fupinggang ......"

"Every grass and tree, every muscle and every face, a few pulls and touches, I know it clearly, taste it clearly, even if I am in the dark, I will not be lost."

Lines of cursive, vigorous and powerful, leaping on the paper, leaving endless past and insights, revealing the edge and grandeur of the past, a few sentences of vernacular, everything is vividly depicted, as if in it, so that adults can't help but be shy.

Time seems to be invalid when Ji Ye'an flows, except for a few strands of white hair, there is nothing else, Ji Ye'an, who is still charming, is dressed in a white dress, with long hair and waist-length, looking at the rolls of sheepskin on the desk, I can't help but smile, the coldness and coldness of the past are no longer there, but virtuous and gentle.

"It's still so cute, it's good." Slender fingers swept across the parchment roll, and a rough feeling hit, and the thin roll carried not only Liu Feng's past, but also the past of the two of them.

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Another fifteen years.

Fifty knows the destiny of heaven, but Liu Feng doesn't feel it at all, he always feels like the world is missing something, or something is missing in his life.

Ji Ye'an and Liu Feng worked hard and sang every night, but there was never a descendant to inherit the incense.

Even the wolf-like Ji Ye'an made Liu Feng a little unbearable, Liu Feng not only felt the failure of life, but also sighed helplessly.

On the grass hall.

An old man is still the white silk of the past, standing on the lecture hall, as if he has become a world of his own.

"I don't understand, sir, how did Zhuang Gong finally judge that he was in reality, not like a butterfly in a dream, isn't it possible for a person's life, even in the end, to live in an illusory dream?" Liu Feng, who was old and long, asked unwillingly.

"Judgment? This is not called judgment. The old man smiled.

Liu Feng glanced at the old man, and the old man continued: "It should be called consciousness, realizing the difference between himself and butterflies, maybe the butterfly is Zhuang Zhou, maybe Zhuang Zhou's butterfly, corresponding to the fantasy of himself and the real self, after realizing this, Zhuang Gong completed the transcendence of the soul, so that his soul is beyond the world, conforming to the avenue of heaven and earth, all things in nature, smiling and watching the clouds roll up, flowers bloom and fall." Zhuang Gong is detached, you can too. ”

The old man's words made Liu Feng fall into deep thought.

Dreams, illusory, are the embodiment of consciousness at a deep level, but is it really possible to distinguish, or in other words, is it really meaningful.........

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Another fifteen years.

Batch after batch of people came, batch after batch of people came, Uncle Bard left, Huzi grew up, and Huzi's son was born. ……

An Susu left, and the fairy-like person finally turned into a handful of loess.

Ji Ye'an, who was lying on his back, had a wrinkled face covered with the slightest wrinkles, and stood on the cemetery of Bahuang Village with Liu Feng, who was a little short, silently wishing those who left, that they could go to heaven after death, and they could be happy there.

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On the grass hall.

Liu Feng still insisted on listening to his preach and listening to his lectures.

"The path of creation?"

"That's right, the way to salvation is not only arcane, the ancient sages once walked another path - creation and body cultivation, and it did succeed, the physical body is unparalleled, and you can shake the demon with only your physical body, however, it's a pity that ......"

"But they've become demons, haven't they?" Liu Feng answered.

"It can be said that it cannot be said that they are still human bodies, but everything in the body is completely new, the blood is viscous countless times that of normal people, the bones and skin are as powerful as demons, and even better, known as the invincible supreme body, the body is the most powerful weapon, with a single move, all demons are wiped out."

"With such great power, you end up being a demon, sir, why is that?" Liu Feng asked, a little curious about the path of creation that Mr. said.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. It was a kind of emperor-like divine power, but it didn't have the corresponding mental strength and spiritual strength, how could it be harnessed? ”

"Mental strength?"

"That's right, if you want to control the power of creation, you must have the will to surpass everything after experiencing life and death, the courage to compete with the way of heaven, the ordinary heart of kindness after experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, and the courage to support the right path......... However, the short life span of human beings determines that this is impossible, and the experience of one lifetime is simply not enough to support the mental strength that is stronger than the stubborn stone. ”

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Another fifteen years.

In a lonely grave, the night was high, the hill was messy, the wind was cold, and there was an old man wrapped in a thick coarse cloth standing in front of the grave.

A few lines are engraved on it: You once took me to the Eight Desolations, and now you go to the Netherworld alone, and your soul returns to heaven, and your body and dust return to the earth.

The old man whispered Nan Nan.

"Since then, life and death have been vast, but without thinking, it is unforgettable."

"Although the lonely grave is near, the people are far away, and there is nowhere to talk about desolation."

"Since then, we should not know each other...... Dust... Full face, sideburns... Such as frost. ”

Lines of tears flowed out disobediently, and they couldn't speak.

"Night... Quiet... I... Missed you. ”