Chapter 161: The Sea

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Behind the door is a sea, of course it is a sea, if it is not a sea, then how can there be a river like a sea flowing outside the door?

What is the color of the sea, azure, azure, gray-blue?

Yin Huai only knew that the sea in front of him was not of any color, and the sea of no color was still the sea?

Or is the water inherently blue, but a very pale blue, when countless waters come together, it is blue?

Yin Huai didn't know, he only knew that the sea in front of him had no color, but he could see the flowing water, and the distorted place there was not the current?

The surface of the sea is the same as the bottom of the river outside, half light and half shadow, light and shadow are intertwined into a blurred piece, as if in a dream, as if in a dream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yin Huai's eyes flashed with excitement, and anyone who encountered such a spectacle couldn't help but be excited.

Maybe that sea was really not the sea, because Yin Huai didn't touch the water, although there seemed to be countless streams of water around him, rushing through the small and narrow door to the outside, and the water seemed to have a shape only on the outside, and was given the meaning of water.

As for here, water has no meaning, it is water that flows, it can also be wind, and the place where countless waters gather may be the sea, and the place where countless winds gather can also be a clear blue sky.

Nothing is defined here, anything can be what it is, and nothing can be nothing.

The light that Yin Huai saw may be black light, and the shadow he sees may exude a faint light.

It's not just the things in the world inside the door that are like this, but even Yin Huai who steps into the world inside the door is like this.

He's nothing either.

He is not Yin Huai, not Xia He, not Xiao Pian, not anyone he knows,

He is not a human being, nor a thing, he is one who is not defined by man, who is not recognized by man, but who is recognized by heaven and earth.

He may become those who he is not, he can become Yin Huai, Xia He, or even Xiao Pian.

No one knew what he was or what he would become.

He is like a seed that has not yet sprouted, and he does not know what kind of fruit it will produce, or he will not produce fruit, but only beautiful flowers.

He's just a blank slate.

Any color can be smeared on that white paper, and the color that comes out is the color of his heart.

People will always treat innocent and immaculate children as blank sheets of paper.

Yin Huai seems to have really become an ignorant child, but there is still excitement in his eyes, but he is also very clean and simple excitement, and the light of excitement is shining on the invisible road.

The invisible road is still the road, and as long as it is a road, someone will always have to walk it.

Yin Huai followed the road and slowly walked into the depths of the sea.

Yin Huai was unconscious, he didn't know what was in front of that road, or what was there, but he still walked like that, walking excitedly, he only knew that there was something he wanted in front of him, or the road under his feet was what he wanted.

All practitioners will follow such a path.

Forget your own way.

Yin Huai forgot everything, just remembered to go down this road.

Maybe he can find himself on this road, or find his true self.

Can you really find yourself on that road?

Yin Huai found himself, and Yin Huai also found a knife.

An ordinary knife that can no longer be ordinary is like a knife hammered out of a blacksmith shop in any city for Orion to use to cut animal skins.

The knife was not bloody, nor had it been stained with blood, Yin Huai recognized the knife, but the knife had changed its appearance now.

Yin Huai saw the knife and found himself.

Yin Huai remembered who he was, his surname was Yin, Yin of Da Yin, his name was Huai, the locust of the locust tree.

He is a little ghost under a locust tree in Da Yin.

He found himself, woke up from his previous state of ignorance, and he lost that way again.

There were only countless currents of water in front of him, and the currents were stirring, and there was no road, and the sky above the sea lost its color, and there was no light, only black shadows buried them.

Yin Huai couldn't see anything, even the knife in his hand.

Naturally, the knife in his hand has changed slightly, and naturally he still can't see it.

He found himself, but he could no longer see himself.

There was another light in front of him, and the light was so faint that not even his hand could illuminate it, or it was not that the light was too faint, but because it was so far away from him, that it seemed that there was no way to get there in this life.

Yin Huai still didn't know what was there, but he was faintly looking forward to going there to see what that light was.

But he could not lift his feet, nor could he see the way.

He had no choice but to leave.

The door was behind him, and he turned around and left.

But he didn't want to leave, he just wanted to see what the light was, but he didn't want the moment the thought appeared to be no longer able to disappear, but it was like a spark burning in the prairie burning, he could barely breathe, he was dizzy from the burning, and he just wanted to get to the light as soon as possible.

But he still couldn't find his way to hide in the shadows, but the door behind him was about to open wide, and he could already smell the tinkling of running water outside.

Without a road, every step he takes will be an abyss.

But the ambition of burning the prairie gave rise to a flame in Yin Huai's heart.

After all, he didn't want to leave, even if he knew that he might die if he went down this step, but he was still willing to take such a step and walk into the abyss.

He held the knife and took that step.

The place where it settles is not nothingness, but it is a hard land, but it is a blood-stained land.

Yin Huai stepped into the blood.

Yin Huai retracted his feet in fright, the bloody eyes returned to darkness, as if nothing had happened, the light in the distance, and the door behind him did not seem to have changed from before.

He didn't die, but he saw the scene of death.

The ambition that had been ignited by that light had also vanished in that heart-wrenching gore.

The sea is still the same sea, the sea shrouded in shadows, Yin Huai looked at the depths of the black shadow, where there was a bright light, but next to the light was endless darkness.

It's a darkness that you can't escape if you're caught in it.

Yin Huai gasped.

The knife in the palm of his hand was slightly wet.

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Good luck to you, sorry yesterday, I drank too much.