There used to be such stories.

The people in the story, young and arrogant, are a rich family, some property in the family, but because of the wealth of the crime, the family is harmed by the enemy, all the people are dead, only a few servants outside, and the young man survived, in the mountains with preserved fruits, with spring water to quench his thirst, but the talent is horizontal, follow the white ape in the mountains and practice Tuna.

After revenge, he didn't know what to do, and the old housekeeper wanted him to continue to be rich.

But a young man who is accustomed to the mountains and clouds can't be a master.

So he scattered all the wealth he had collected to the people.

Lying alone on the restaurant, watching the clouds chasing the moon, drunk and free.

After waking up, I saw that the gold and silver on the car were gone, and only a few copper plates were left, which were not enough for wine money, but in the blink of an eye, even the three copper plates were caught by the little urchin boy and ran away, and went to change the sugar gourd, the young man was stunned, but then he just laughed loudly, and the seventeen-year-old boy carried a knife on his back, and first went to the restaurant to brush the dishes and chopsticks for three months, so he saved enough money and took the caravan car to go to the rivers and lakes.

In this life, he was free, roaring with a knife, he once invited Long Jun to drink on the banks of mountains and rivers, and once went into a desperate situation to save an unknown person.

When I was young, I couldn't help but smile when I thought about it when I was recruiting relatives.

also used to be fresh and angry, happy and hateful.

Less than 100 years old and achieved a real foundation, he was young and proud, and rejected the edict of the Jade Emperor.

Because of the calamity, he didn't want the girl to die with him, so he chose to knock her unconscious and give her to his companions.

Alone to face the demon who slaughtered the common people to achieve his own way.

Until he finally abolished the Dao Ji and slashed out, that knife cut off the blazing lava and cut off his own immortal path.

Countless pasts have come to mind, real and stinging, Chu Hongtu looked at his hands, looked at this pair of old, already wrinkled palms, what he thought of in his mind was that he was old and dying in that life, and the girl was a change from the past carefree and casual, only in more than 100 years, she broke through the realm again and again, and at the age of more than 200 years, she had broken through the human fairy realm and achieved the realm of earth immortals.

But his own knife cut through the layers of Dao foundations, and he could only feel that his Yuan Qi was constantly spreading out, and he could no longer condense.

At the end of his life, what he saw was the girl's painful and unwilling gaze.

Obviously a ranger who is crazy and heroic by nature, but at this moment there are big tears dripping on his wrinkled hands, he raised his head and saw the girl not far away, just like a thousand years ago, his eyes are still painful and unwilling, all the things in the past eight hundred years have come to his heart, and his eyes are sad and sad: "You are, why are you so ......"

The young Taoist's wrist moved slightly, and the sword in his palm was raised.

The sword still looks plain.

But it can crush the sword of the top of the earth immortals that has been cultivated for eight hundred years.

Yu Miao burst into tears: "I wanted to hunt down that demon back then, and I saw him kill the common people, but why did you abolish Daoji in the end...... It's all my fault. Chu Hongtu suddenly laughed loudly: "Wrong, I killed him, not for you, but because of what he did, since my generation is a cultivator and a hero, seeing demons, how can I let him act arbitrarily, and he should be cut by the knife!" ”

"Chivalrous deeds."

"If you only want your own stability, you can live in a house, what kind of chivalry and what kind of righteousness you do!"

Chu Hongtu pressed the knife, raised his eyes, looked at the city that had been protected by him, and suddenly said:

"Eight hundred years, a long dream......"

"Miao'er, what kind of deal did you make with Yin Si to make me reincarnate as a human."

Yu Miao was silent and replied, "...... There are also big demons in the world, and there are times when the ten yin handsome forces are not enough. ”

"I wield the sword for them."

"Whoever fights for eight hundred years, slays demons and destroys demons, sweeps away the ghost atmosphere, maintains yin and yang, and determines the gap between life and death, so as to fight and kill, in exchange for yin virtue, so that you can be reincarnated, Yin Si Yama does not pay attention to anything else, only looks at yin virtue, even if there is a great yin virtue, it will never allow anything to return yang."

Chu Hongtu said: "No wonder I always see you leave occasionally, and when you return, your breath is often unstable. ”

"But, do you think that after I am reincarnated, I am really me?"

Yu Miao replied: "A cultivator has a long lifespan, as long as he can enter the realm of immortals, it will take thousands of years, reincarnation is just the loss of memory, can people in the world leave him alone because of his partner's serious injury and amnesia?" ”

Chu Hongtu was gloomy, and he didn't know how to refute the girl in front of him for a while, but said:

"But, how hard you have suffered in the past 800 years......"

"It's not bitter."

Chu Hongtu looked at Qi Wufu and asked, "Xiaoyou thinks, after reincarnation, is he still that person?" ”

The young Taoist thought for a long time, but he couldn't get an answer, because Yu Yangzi had already smashed the jade plate and erased those memories.

But Yuyangzi is still Yuyangzi.

And Yu Miao and Chunyang were charged jade plates by the teacher and briefly sealed the relevant memories, but their temperament is still the same, and they have never become other people because of this.

So after a long time, he just replied: "I don't know, if it is still that person, in fact, there is no difference from ordinary people who forget their memories for a short time, then the immortal Buddha closed his true spirit reincarnation, and it will not be called [Tribulation]; But if it is really not a person, then there will be no ending of [Return from the Tribulation]. ”

"I think whether a person is a person or not should depend on whether the last self is still [me]."

"If I am immersed in the memories of suffering, then I am no longer me, but if I am reincarnated for thousands of years, and [I] remain the same, then it is just a period of time, an experience, and it is okay for me."

Chu Hongtu muttered for a long time, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, a good one for me, a good one for me, a good one to return from a catastrophe." ”

"It seems that the past 800 years have indeed been a big dream."

"Good! That's the end of it, I don't want to, and my brain hasn't been very good. ”

"Xiaoyou, I know that there is Yin virtue in the Underworld, and I saved people and died back then, so it can be regarded as some Yin Virtue, right? Hahaha, it's all for you, but now I'm going to ask you for something. The old man stretched out his hand and picked up the cup that was lifted by the innate Yiqi in the void, and there was clear water without a trace of impurities.

The old man took the flask from his waist, poured all the wine from it, and then poured half of the water into it.

The other half held it up and handed it to the girl in front of her.

Yumiao looked at him.

The old man smiled brightly, just like the young hero who laughed and fell down back then, and like the young man who once fought fiercely for the person who was destined for one side, wore 18 wounds, drank under the moon, and sang with a blade, and was full of spirit.

calmly looked at the girl in front of him who was still peerless, and said, "Come on." ”

"Drink this water of forgetfulness ......"

"Eight hundred years of persistence, eight hundred years of confusion, let them all go, wake up from a big dream, forget these, and then go back to the sword fairy who held the sword and was free, everything in the world was unbreakable."

Yu Miao looked at Chu Hongtu in front of her, as if she was numb but seemed to have expected this, and took the cup.

But he was stunned and couldn't speak.

Chu Hongtu held the water of forgetfulness, looking at the water in it, love at first sight when he was young, the noisy noise when he walked the rivers and lakes, the calmness of life and death, the length of eight hundred years, and the blockade of his own existence for the girl in front of him for eight hundred years, the complexity of his eyes, the young Taoist still couldn't understand it, it was affection, it was also a sigh, and finally the old man raised his neck, and drank the water of forgetfulness.

The flask falls to the ground.

This is a thing that acts on the primordial gods, Chu Hongtu closed his eyes and was stunned for a long time.

He woke up.

This is an old man in a green shirt, sitting on the ground.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know why he was here.

He was dazed, he was confused.

He didn't know why he had tears in the corners of his eyes.

But he seems to feel that his life is coming to an end, and he is going to die.

I'm going to die.

So, what to do before you die?

He raised his head and looked at the sky, the sky was far away and empty, people couldn't help but indulge in it, he looked at the mountains, looked at the vast land in the distance, he suddenly stood up, his blood seemed to be boiling, and his life was coming to an end, he thought, but this world is so wide, so beautiful, he saw someone leading the horse, saw the lion pattern war knife next to him, and lifted the war knife.

Then he instinctively soared and landed on the horse, and the horse neighed, and as soon as he raised his hand, he threw all the gold and silver on his body to the horse dealer, who was pleasantly surprised, but he could not use the money, but the old man had raised his hand and struck the horse with his scabbard, and the horse neighed, and ran out violently, and the old man was gray-haired, but like a young hero, laughed loudly.

"The world is out of my generation, and the years are urging when I enter the rivers and lakes."

"In the laughter and talk of Hongtu hegemony, it is better than a drunk in life."

Again and again, his voice was desolate and free: "Lifting the sword and riding to wave the ghost rain, the white bones are like mountain birds flying in shock." ”

"Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh a few people in the rivers and lakes."

There is a knife in his hand, a horse under his crotch, the road ahead, where is not the end of the world, the old man's chest is open, and suddenly there is a shock, and the innate Yiqi realm that has been stagnant for a hundred years is promoted, naturally, breaking through the level and becoming a real person, the white hair turns black, the wrinkles on the face are scattered, the horse neighs loudly, and the heroic man who returns to the appearance of youth presses the knife, gallops fast, I feel at ease, laughing loudly.

The Broken Intestine Grass is domineering, even if it is a real person who has broken through the realm, it is only a three-day lifespan.

But three days of life, so what!

Hold a fast knife and ride a fast horse!

Run wildly along the end of the sky.

Go all the way.

Go chase to the end of my heart.

Until death on the road, buried bones in the wilderness, the earth for the seat, the sky for the quilt!

The young Taoist and Yu Miao stood on a high place, watching the old man ride a fast horse away, watching him break through the realm, watching him even if he only had three days to live, he still didn't feel pity, looking at his bright eyes, that kind of chic and wanton feeling, making people sigh and regret, the young Taoist held a sword, and seemed to understand why the senior sister was accompanied by such a person.

Yu Miao held the water of forgetfulness in her hand.

Here's the story.

The protagonist of the story is a girl who was abandoned by her parents, and was sold to the place where the wind and dust almost went to be the prostitute who sold her body with laughter, but she cut her face with a hairpin, broke her face, and was beaten half to death and locked up in the firewood room, looking at the wind and moon outside, struggling to survive, and when she climbed out, she felt that the world outside was vast, which was really beautiful.

Then I met an old man and was taken around the world.

Holding a sword is free, and anyone who has practiced the way of the sword for thirteen years is unbreakable.

But he met a chic and wanton young knight, but he was not moved, but he went all the way, unconsciously.

Riding in the desert together, fighting and making trouble all the way, but also life and death together.

Yu Miao said: "I don't know what to do, just like the wind rises at the end of Qingping, this kind of feeling, although it is not as good as the grand wish to save the world, but unconsciously, it ties the body and mind...... I really don't understand, it's persistence, or affection. ”

"Speaking of which, do you have anyone you care about?"

The young Taoist shook his head and replied calmly, "No." ”

Yu Miao said: "Really? ”

"Young after all."

She smiled and said: "Immortality and loneliness, so there must be a Taoist couple, I have always felt that cultivating the Tao of immortality is to go against the sky, this day is not the way of heaven, but the Tao is born one, one life is two, and then to the three of all things, I wait for the practice, reverse three to two, reverse two to one, after the three flowers gather at the top, can be regarded as immortals." ”

"Cultivators, if they walk on a precipice, they need to join hands with each other before they can move forward, and this is the Taoist couple."

"He acted chivalrous and did righteousness, fulfilled the road and fell, and he shouldn't have cut off the road like this."

"It's like a fellow person falling off a cliff, and I'm still on the road, so I grabbed his hand, hoping to pull him back, even if it's painful and painful, I can't let go, I can't watch him fall off the boundless cliff, I don't know this heart, Daoist friends may understand?"

Non-affection and non-desire, the friendship of Taoist couples.

The young Taoist looked at the sky in the distance and said, "I have a story, don't you know if you can listen to it?" ”

Yu Miao's eyes looked at him.

The young man said: "The spring is dry, the fish are on land, wet with each other, and foam at each other." ”

The spring water is dry, and the fish can't survive on the land, so they breathe and spit to moisten each other's bodies, so that they don't dry up to death, and they work hard to support each other, just like Yu Miao's eight hundred years of fighting with a sword for Yin Si, maintaining the balance of yin and yang.

Yu Miao was touched and said, "Immortal ......"

"The story of this sentence is indeed appropriate."

"Like me for 800 years."

The young man said: "And there is a next sentence in this story. ”

He looked at the senior sister next to him, who was still only a young girl and peerless, and said:

"It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes."

Yu Miao was stunned.

Even if they use foam to maintain each other's bodies moist and struggle to survive, it is better to wander in the vast rivers and lakes.

Suddenly there was a feeling of heartache and emptiness.

The young Taoist looked at the girl next to him: "Fellow Daoist, don't you drink this cup?" ”

Yu Miao was quiet for a long time, holding this forgetful water, and then suddenly poured, and the treasure of the Yin Si Netherworld fell to the ground like this, making a different decision from Chu Hongtu, but the young Taoist saw her eyes calmly, and sensed that her qi had changed, not ruthless, not forgetful, but it included a lot.

smiled and sighed, then bowed his hand slightly, and turned away without further words.

The little peacock sat on his shoulder, and the medicine spirit was hidden in the collar of his chest, and he said curiously:

"Why is it that one person drinks and one person does not drink?"

"Don't they think differently?"

"No, they all think the same thing."

The young Taoist replied, "It's all gone." ”

"Huh? So why, one drank and the other didn't? ”

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

"Probably, one drank this forgetfulness water because he put it down."

"And one because it was put down."

"So whether you drink it or not, it's no different."

"I just don't drink it."

"Oh, that's it......"

The little peacock and the little medicine spirit are both ignorant, but the young Taoist understands that even if it is the same state of mind, the dashing heroes of the rivers and lakes, and the free Daomen Sword Immortals, they will make different choices.

Walking with a sword, the senior sister behind her eyes is closed, and the qi on her body has also changed, the Taishang heir, the talent is overwhelming, the sword cultivation is strong, the cultivation is less than three hundred years, and he is already an earth immortal, but because of the extreme affection and sex, he can break through the realm of human immortals within three hundred years, and because of the extreme love and sex, he has been robbed for eight hundred years.

Now, it's time to break through.

The young Taoist passed by the blessed land of the senior sister, and before seeing that blessed land, there were quite a few people, these people were waiting for the sword immortal to come back, but when they saw the young Taoist, they were all slightly shocked, but they all wanted to bring Chu Hongtu back before, but they were forced to retreat by the young Taoist, so they came to look for Yumiao, and when they saw this young Taoist, they were shocked.

Retreat in unison.

The young Taoist raised his eyes slightly, but he saw those people frightened, and when he turned sideways, he saw the ghost cha walking out of the void, holding the soul hooking rope, giving birth to a bull's head and a horse's face, but if the cultivator died, it would be attributed to the impermanence of the two handsomes, and the death of many other reasons, the possibility of becoming a wandering soul and a wild ghost was the two yin handsomes of the bull head and horse face.

When everyone saw the two handsome, they were already horrified, and their hearts were cold.

But seeing these two famous Yin handsome, they were quite polite to the young Taoist, and they actually arched their hands and said: "I am still thinking about who it is, it is the Taoist who you ......, but the Broken Intestine Grass is the poison of the original god, and the ordinary person's spirit can't bear the medicinal properties, and there will be the possibility of quickly turning into a powerful ghost after falling, so I wait in advance." ”

"In three days' time, we'll go and take his soul away."

"There are two of you."

"The Taoist is polite."

The bull head and horse saluted slightly, and then left.

But all the Yin Si Zhengshen, the ten Yin Shuai, are all means of the earth immortal level, and they don't care about the immortals, even if the number of heavenly officials is exhausted, they are all said to be caught, but for people with extremely thick yin virtues, they are quite courteous, and there will never be a waste of etiquette, it is the so-called arrogance and not bullying, taking the right path for people, and not afraid of ghosts and gods coming to the door.

It frightened so many people that the hairs on their backs stood up.

The young Taoist reached into his arms and took out two stacks of paper, which said that he had realized the way of the sword, and originally wanted to give his senior sister some help, but now it seems that there is no need for it.

My generation of cultivators, why bother.

The young Taoist's palm was released, and the sword technique was blown up by the wind, scattered, and flew into the secret realm of the blessed land.

Then, naturally, it fell apart like snow.

With a wave of the young Taoist's right hand, the jade plate that the teacher had left here with was thrown out and hung in front of the blessed land formation.

There are blue tassels hanging down like sword spikes, blown by the wind, shaking endlessly, and Qi Wufu turned away, his temples were white, and he had no obsession with the piano behind his back. Only then did everyone feel relieved, curiously watching the jade plaque swaying, and seeing that there was nothing on it, suddenly mysterious words appeared.

White jade is flawless.

[Therefore, there is no such thing, and I want to see it]

The Grant Ru Road –

Yumiao.

The wind blows, just like when I beat a horse and walked through the desert grassland.

The jade plate seemed to be smeared with sword qi, trembling slightly.

In front of the word Yumiao, looming, two more quaint words finally emerged.

【Taishang】

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