Centerless

How big can a half-acre pond be, trapping a person for a hundred years. How deep can the bonds of the past be that he does not want to be contaminated with red dust and trivial matters. What keeps him is not the scenery of the black bamboo forest and a pool of clear water, but a heart that has no quarrel with the world.

Hey~~ Above the clear water, float in it with a black bamboo raft. The pond is really not big, and as soon as the breeze blows, the bamboo raft touches the other shore from one end, and then blows back to the starting point.

With a soft sigh from the people on the bamboo raft, a squirrel on the raft dropped one of the stones in the blue pool water at hand, making a crisp sound of "clang~~".

Ay~~

Bang~~ Another stone fell into the pool. The layers of ripples are empty of only blue sky and white clouds, and few birds are projected into them.

They are all sighing and sad, but the people who are all ** on this bamboo raft, and the people who rely on their long black and white hair over their knees to cover their bodies, sigh and sigh every day for a bucket of stones. Maybe for a hundred years, the water in the pool here has not been so deep, but it is only after this man's sighs and sighs day after day that it has reached such a deep level.

Judging from his face, he is very young, with light eyebrows, red eyes, a not towering nose, pale red lips, although his appearance is ordinary, his skin is very white and tender, like a born baby, which may be related to the reason why he loves to run in the water and does nothing.

Although the hair is black and white, it is not caused by the years but because it is born with less whiteness, but the hair quality is surprisingly good, straight and silky, if you let the girl who loves beauty see such hair, she will be jealous to death.

His hair is only black and white, black and white, with absolutely no color difference in between, so that everyone who sees him is the first to notice his hair.

But not anymore, not because the people here are used to his hair, but because he is the only one here.

No one will believe him if he is more than 200 years old, and even more will not believe him if he says that he hasn't spoken to anyone for 100 years.

But it's all true.

The only person who communicates with him is the squirrel that accompanies him. This is already the ninth squirrel he has domesticated, this squirrel's dad, dad's dad, dad's dad's...... They are all domesticated by themselves.

The busiest time here is when he lives with the squirrel family.

This is the black iron bamboo forest of Bingzhou, like the bamboo tip of the sword out of the sheath pointing straight to the sky, and there are bamboo leaves flying like lancets around the sky, the black iron bamboo here is not iron and wood, but it is extremely tough.

It is difficult to break it with a knife and an axe and a chisel, and it is better to have any one, the sharpest spear in the world pierces the hardest shield in the world.

Such a sharp edge makes many people shy away, although the appearance of this iron bamboo forest has only appeared in the last sixty years, and so does this pool.

But for him, who has no desire and can only sigh, everything does not matter, because as long as his heart is at peace, it is home.

Who is he? He is a man who has no quarrel with the world, he is a man who forgets honor and disgrace, he is a genius who does not want to make progress in the eyes of his senior brothers, and he is a failure in the eyes of the people of the Witch God Sect, because he lost the Immortal Cultivation Conference.

In the eyes of the old man Hong, he was his sixth junior brother - Li Yu, a genius in the realm of cultivating immortals.

But in his own eyes, he is who he is, a small character who will eventually be forgotten. Any fame, disgrace, and wealth is simply a passing thing. This kind of thinking of his seems to have been enlightened, but in fact it is just the indifference of depressed people to the world. It's like a suicide person's numbers in this world, which seem to be correct, and if you think about it carefully, they are all some extreme imaginations, and they are all going to drill the horns without hesitation.

After Li Yu came down from Liuxian Mountain, he traveled to many places, but he thought that it was still too noisy, he was like a nervous breakdown, he couldn't hear the noisy sounds, and he couldn't even hear the cries of birds and crickets.

He originally thought that he would be able to live another thirty or forty years to be able to settle down smoothly, but he never expected that after a hundred years, instead of dying, he would become younger and younger.

Thinking about it carefully, it should be related to the spirit stone, maybe it should be related to the pool water that soaks every day.

Smart he just thinks and has too much interest in delving.

He had become accustomed to the life of such a person, for others a hundred years, three hundred and sixty-five days in each year, and living such a day should be extremely monotonous, but for him it was an extremely cheerful enjoyment. It seems that he has never been happy and free.

If it weren't for the king of the ancient Huai Kingdom who pushed him to Shangliu Immortal Mountain to learn the immortal arts, he would definitely be a lazy man who was carefree and sleeping in Meimei; if it weren't for the spur of his senior brother Bao Chi, he might also be an inconspicuous figure who did nothing, and could do what he liked and sleep with peace of mind, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble.

But Li Yu didn't complain about anyone, because he knew that they were all good to him, but they didn't know what they wanted.

What does it matter to me whether I become an immortal or not.

The cold wind is chaotic, year after year. Does time make any difference to a person who doesn't care about him?

"Hehe~~" The expression on Li Yu's face smiled rarely, because he thought of a funny thing. Jin Fu, the senior brother who has been with him for 30 years, still doesn't understand that he is a person who is afraid of trouble. When he went down the mountain, he was still threatening him - don't tell me about the Violent Yang Pill, otherwise, Jin Fu will also make a killing cleanup.

At that time, Li Yu was not afraid, because he didn't have to do it, he also knew that his immortal art was the highest among the six senior brothers, although he also failed in the immortal cultivation conference, but he deliberately lost, because if he really won, there would be no way to go down the mountain, and the life of staying in the immortals was too boring, either meditating or drawing charms.

If you become the leader of the Witch God Cult, it is even more troublesome, because it is equivalent to forming a relationship with endless troubles.

At that time, Li Yu just smiled innocently, because he knew that his senior brother could do anything for the sake of profit, and he also knew that he was definitely not taking the Tyrannical Yang Pill for himself, because he was absolutely unwilling to take the pill by himself, which was simply asking for his life, and he would exchange it for money.

Compared with cultivating immortals, this senior brother of his likes most to make money. If he hadn't secretly left the elixir that his master gave him every time to sell for money, he would have been able to win the Immortal Cultivation Conference.

"Hehe~~" Li Yu smiled again, he was laughing or laughing at the senior brother who understood him, he just looked at each other and smiled when he went down the mountain, everything was in plain sight, everything was clear.

That's what smart people do.

Li Yu was still lying on the black bamboo raft, leisurely, but the orange-red squirrel with white vertical stripes on his back was at a loss, because his master only told him that when he sighed, he would throw a stone into the water, but he did not tell him what to do when he laughed.

So it could only stare blankly at the turquoise water.

Li Yu didn't know what to do when he laughed, because he rarely smiled, and he didn't think about what to do if he laughed, because it was too troublesome to think about it. "It seems that although the body is not old, the heart is old. ”

"Hey~~ Why am I so unlucky, the two senior brothers were caught stealing things. ”

Jin Fu returned his senior brother's head to the Tyrannical Yang Pill, and laughed at the senior brother for stealing the Xuanyuan arrow of the witch god Tianhe.

But Li Yu didn't think about it anymore, first, because of trouble, and secondly, it was meaningless, what impact did the things of more than a hundred years have on the present?

The sun sets in the west, but there are towering iron bamboos all around, so the dark night of the small world that belongs to Li Yu comes earlier.

Li Yu stood up from the boat, his long hair over his knees, covering his body. The Fur Squirrel crawled down his long hair to his shoulders. So Li Yu went straight to his small tent made of bamboo. Stepping on the surface of the water, which is a little dark, but the bottom of the water is bright at night.

Li Yu stepped on it but didn't fall, because he was a water attribute immortal cultivator, not to mention that he had already become an immortal. But when he stepped on the water, there was a faint electric spark under his feet. This is the characteristic of this water - with a faint thunder attribute, it is not Li Yu who is showing off, he is a person who is afraid of trouble, so naturally he will not cause trouble himself.

Li Yu, who had never been out of the Black Iron Bamboo Forest, would naturally think of the mystery of the pool water, although he was able to become an immortal, it was also with the help of the water of this spirit pool. As long as he looked at the Jilei Mountain in the northwest of him, all his doubts would naturally become clear.

The Witch God's original formation enchantment enveloping Bingzhou is called the Shanshui Prison Wind Array, and naturally it has its own reason - this formation can not only block everything in Bingzhou, but also block the underground river water source, so that the aura emitted by the spirit stone cannot be released outside.

Therefore, 60 years ago, the river in front of the golden ginkgo suddenly broke off and collapsed, and the underground water source of Bingzhou began to form a vein of its own. What's even more incredible is that the water of Jilei Mountain, Bishui Pool, Meihe, and the thousand-year-old broken willow is the same. Therefore, the water in the pool of this blue pool can be called a spiritual pool, and the faint thunder attribute is also caused by the continuous chain thunder of the Thunder Mountain.

Li Yu, who soaked in the water every day, naturally absorbed the aura that was not good, and the meteorite melted into the water.

It can be seen that whether you become an immortal or not, not only depends on your own practice, but also depends on your own opportunities. This is also the reason why Buddhism is more prosperous than Taoism, Buddhism only emphasizes the cultivation of the mind, everyone can become a Buddha, and Taoism not only requires sincerity, but also emphasizes the cultivation of the spiritual veins of the immortal land.

No one wants to do troublesome things.