In the woods, the wind is blowing.

"This sword intent implies the Dao of death and life."

Chu Li put the sword in front of him, and slashed his fingers across the silver-white sword body.

Suddenly, a burst of blood flashed.

A fine mist of blood spread out from the sword of punishment, embedded in the flying leaves like stitches, and flew and dissipated with them.

Everything in this world is endless, and when people die, they will go to the Huangquan underworld to be reincarnated, and their souls will not be destroyed; When a monk dies and returns to heaven and earth, his soul may be annihilated, but he can also enter the realm of reincarnation and reincarnate in the world.

But either way, they exist in a special form.

And this flying leaf is dying and reborn in another way.

Penetrate life and death.

Chu Li didn't know what he was thinking, and the next moment, he directly dispersed the sword intent around his body, and opened his arms to face Feiye. The flying leaf was as sharp as a sword, piercing Chu Li's body straight through, and the piercing pain followed.

Chu Li slowly closed her eyes, she could feel the flying leaves cutting through her flesh and skin, and she could also hear the clatter of bones being cut.

Dao blood stains seeped out through the white coat, and it was better to cut it with a thousand knives.

Maybe it hurts to the extreme, and people don't feel anything.

It's as if it's been numb for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Li couldn't feel half of the pain anymore, and everything seemed to be leaving her. It was as if she had turned into a mist of blood, watering the land and providing nourishment for the new creatures.

Everything is hazy and chaotic.

She seemed to be a bystander, watching the green shoots break through the confines of the earth and raise their heads to the sky.

In a trance, she seemed to have become a flying leaf, floating in the autumn wind, not knowing where she came from, and not thinking about her death.

Life is the most bitter death, and death is the longest life.

Life and death, the cycle repeats.

"Am I dead or alive now?"

Chu Li's sanity suddenly returned, and she floated in mid-air, raising her half-clear hands, and watched a little helplessly.

"Is it that important whether it is life or death?" The voice was ethereal, as if it came from the vast sky, "Born to die, and to die for a better life." ”

"Some mortals do good deeds in their lives so that they can accumulate more virtue for future lives. Monks, on the other hand, are not bound by the path of reincarnation, but they are also entangled in cause and effect. ”

"Why do monks cultivate immortals? It is to pursue freedom and freedom, not to be imprisoned by this secular cage. But if you are afraid of death for life, isn't it just more restrained? ”

Chu Li shook his head as he listened.

"That's not right."

The voice asked, "Why not?" ”

Chu Li said: "Even if it is reincarnation, without the memory of my previous life, then I will no longer be me." When a monk enters the realm of reincarnation, when he steps into the immortal path again in the next life, the memories of his previous life will slowly return to the cage under the guidance of the deceased. In the end, they are all unwilling to die. And mortals have a short lifespan, and there are even many people who don't know the existence of immortals in the underworld, and they accumulate good deeds, or because they are naturally good, and they have nothing to do with looking forward to the next life. Or maybe it's hope, but if you can live, who would want to die? ”

The voice asked, "However, if you are afraid of death, then you have a concern in your heart." In this case, how can we talk about leisure? ”

"Carefree, because of the heart." Chu Li floated in mid-air, and a dead leaf crossed in front of him, "The so-called freedom is that the thousands of restraints are useless to me." Whether it is life or death, follow the heart. If death gives birth, there is no need to live; If you can live and have a heart, then you don't have to die. ”

After a while, Chu Li seemed to remember something again, and continued: "In the final analysis, death is also for life. If there is no reincarnation, then we must cherish this life. Those mortals have such a short lifespan, but they still choose to fight openly and secretly, and fight for power, isn't it just to satisfy themselves and satisfy this life? Although monks are not indifferent to fame and fortune, they are much better than mortals, because we have a long life and enough time to experience the pleasures of life. But for the most part, we still don't want to die. It's not about fear, it's about why and why. ”

"Then how dare you let the flying leaves enter your body and kill your flesh?" The voice seemed to be puzzled, "What made you make this decision?" ”

Chu Li's eyes were empty, and his eyes were unwavering.

"It's because of the Word. I wonder what kind of secrets are hidden in this wood. In other words, what can I get from this sword intent of death and life. ”

"No, you're gambling."

"......" Chu Li was silent for a moment, "Then did I bet right?" ”

"Heh......"

"Don't love this body, don't hate this body."

"What is the love of this body, the root of all calamities."

"What a disgust with this body, a gathering of void dust."

"No love and no boredom, the beginning is a free person."

"Little girl of Tianze Sect, you are very courageous, I like it very much."

As the mysterious voice fell, Chu Li's body gradually condensed.

The bloodstains on his body were restored, but the wound on his face was still there.

Chu Li suddenly realized that the scene where he was slashed by the Flying Leaf Sword was just an illusion.

She raised her eyes, and the wind around her was silent, as if the woods had always been so peaceful.

But not far away, there was a long jade figure, with a bent arm on the side, and a withered flower between the fingertips.

He turned, his face handsome, his black hair loosely coiled in his mind with dead wood. He was wearing a green shirt worn by a mortal scholar.

Chu Li was slightly stunned: "You ......"

The man smiled lightly: "You should know that this sword forest is actually a large sword mound." ”

"You're a sword spirit."

"Yes and no." He pinned a piece of dead wood from the tree and held it in his hand, and slowly walked towards Chu Li, "I have been waiting here for I don't know how many years, and you are still the first to dare to gamble with your own life." ”

"Girl, have you ever heard of the Autumn Solstice Sword?"

Autumn Solstice ...... Sword.

"Taiyimen, Zhiye Zhenjun, Autumn Solstice Sword."

You must know that the Taiyi Sect is an orthodox sect of law cultivation, and how difficult it is to raise a sword cultivator who is shocking and arrogant.

But tens of thousands of years ago, there was such an anomaly, which broke the world's consistent view of Taiyimen.

That human, known as Zhiye, was a monk from the Sword Domain Realm. And his sword is even more famous all over the world.

It's just that because the immortal path of this world is cut off, Zhiye Zhenjun can't cross the catastrophe and transform into a god, so he has to sit down. Not only did he not enter the reincarnation realm, but he even chose to blow up the Yuan Infant in a barren secret realm, merging his Yuan Shen and the sword spirit into one, and there has been no news since then.

I never thought that I was in this sword forest.

"I've seen Zhiye Zhenjun."

"It doesn't have to be that way." The sword spirit smiled, "I'm not pure him, and he's not pure me, but since I'm now supporting myself in the Qiu Zhi Sword, it's better for you to treat me as a sword spirit." ”

(End of chapter)