One table, one chair. A sword, a seal, an old man who is about to die.

To live for the sake of living, at the moment of losing life, how many past events are worth recalling?

Heroes are twilight, and the years are quiet. Gain or lose. Joy or sorrow. In this last moment, it was just a little wave in the memory, but there were ripples in that circle.

In the old man's cloudy eyes, the last glimmer of divine light is a reminiscence of the past?

It's good to be alive because I'm alive!

Wang Meng stared at the old man tightly for a long time, and the anxiety in his heart gradually returned to calm. Reaching out and grabbing the gold seal carved from the faucet on the desk.

Wang Meng didn't see clearly whether it was a dream or an illusion, but he had to choose one of the two or give up, everything had to be chosen. The road has to be walked, and time will not stop because of you.

The old man slowly raised his head, glanced at Wang Meng and the others, and said, "The old man has been in power all his life, defeated countless heroes in troubled times, and made great achievements. The old man has fought all his life, and he has no regrets."

The old man's gaze suddenly condensed as he spoke, and his cloudy gaze became sharp, and he said, "Chen'er, this sword followed my father to conquer the world, sweeping away the enemy chieftains, and it was stained with the blood of the enemy. Today you have chosen this sword, for your father's order to kill all the stepping stones, and use their blood to forge your supreme hegemony, do you dare?"

The handsome young man was slightly stunned, stared at the old man for a long time, a strange light flashed in his eyes, stretched out his finger and flicked the long sword, and said loudly, "Go against the sky, the world resents me, hates me, and the road I choose will still go on......"

The old man nodded, turned his head to look at Wang Meng, his eyes became warm, and said softly, "Second brother, you chose the Golden Seal, but you didn't walk that road yourself." The Father can't give you anything, the road needs you to walk by yourself, walk through it, and you will understand. Fighting for a lifetime, a lifetime, and a lonely life......"

The old man finally looked up at the bright moon outside the window, looked at the handsome young man, and sighed softly: "How much have you gained and how much have you lost? Murderer, kill him, don't you want to do it?"

The young man nodded, and suddenly swung the long sword in his hand and stabbed into the old man's chest, and the blood dripped down the tip of the sword, it was so bright red, dazzling......

The handsome young man pulled out his long sword and gently wiped the blood on the sword body, looked at the old man who hung his head, and smiled indifferently, "Whoever stands in front of me must die, I did it......"

Wang Meng was stunned, feeling an incomparably stinging pain in his heart, the moment this old man's life dissipated, as if his soul also dissipated. In a trance, I felt that this old man was really the father of myself and this young man, and it seemed to be myself. And today, at this moment, I saw my "father" die under his brother's sword, what is all this for?

The young man pulled out his blood-dripping sword, pointed it at Wang Meng, and chuckled, "Murderer, kill him constantly." So he died. What will you do with Brother Rang today?"

Wang Meng's heart was filled with sadness, he didn't pay attention to the young man, slowly stepped forward and gently brushed the old man's eyes that had not been completely closed with his hand, and finally put the gold seal on the table in a dignified manner. After staring at the old man for a long time, he suddenly turned to stare at the young man, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

I don't know when I held the bald pen tightly in my hand, and suddenly took a step forward, my soul condensed a little, and a little purple light gradually appeared on the bald pen, as if it was a ghost floating in the world that suddenly appeared in the dark.

There was a hint of expectation in the young man's indifferent eyes, and he took a step abruptly, and his whole body jumped into the purple light, but the long sword turned in an instant, slashing at his neck, and blood gushed out, spraying on Wang Meng's body, soaking through the snow-white clothes.

"Whoever kills, kills him forever. It turns out that death is like this, it's really nostalgic......" The young man's body fell to the ground, but there was a phantom shadow on his body that slowly rose, scattering countless purple rays of light and merging into the purple points of light of the bald pen.

Heaven and earth suddenly became eerily quiet, and the two people in front of them suddenly died.

Staring at everything in front of him, Wang Meng fell into deep fear, his body trembled in the oppressive bloody loneliness, and he felt that his whole person was no longer himself. It's like you're living in a dream.

"You are not kind, not authentic, not kind, not free. This is also your disciple, how can you allow others to inject demons into your heart? You have to repent, you have to repent......"

In the void, the starling's sharp voice sounded, and Wang Meng's heart suddenly sank. I suddenly remembered myself, but the scene around me did not change in the slightest.

Extremely chaotic memories are swarming at this moment, as if he is an old man, a lifetime, ruthless and unrighteous, no friends, no enemies, countless blood piled up and now hegemonic, to the moment of death, in a trance, only a shadow in memory looms, that is a hazy graceful figure, just appeared in memory.

It seems that he is the son of an old man, but he does not have the domineering spirit of the old man, but he is at peace with the encounter, does nothing, and has come to this day in a mess......

And in this life, he has always been accompanied by this young man, is this his brother?

"Stupid, I only know how to look up at the sky, and I don't know how to look down and find the way, that's false Taoism, it's stupid. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, you can't understand such a simple truth, it's really embarrassing......" The Great Grandmaster's sharp insult resounded in the void.

Wang Meng's heart tightened, he looked at the bright full moon outside the window, and stared at the blood-stained picture in front of him for a long time. There is a loneliness between heaven and earth, the mountain insects and cicadas outside the study, and the spring birds chirping, but it is so peaceful and comfortable.

One mile and one outside, what you see in your eyes and what you hear in your ears are like two worlds. Isn't it a great irony to strive for fame and fortune all your life, but today you return in such a peaceful place, and leave in such a transcendent place?

"Look up at the sky, look down at the ground. Is this really the heaven and earth you see when you open your eyes?"

Wang Meng muttered, and suddenly thought of the first few words of "Endless Dreams", which he had never understood, and said: The soul is condensed into illusion, for truth, for the earth, for the sky, for the Tao, for the Tao is endless......

Whoever kills, kills him constantly. Do you want to take this blood-stained road yourself?

Is the heaven and earth that you see when you open your eyes really heaven and earth?

The purple light of the blood-stained study is dotted, like stars inlaid with nothingness. Each star is like a ghost wandering......

Wang Meng stared at the blood-stained study for a long time, stroking the bald pen, and let the suspended purple light envelop him. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes......