"Life is so short, it's only a blink of an eye, it's a thousand years."

"Do you have a wish?"

"Master, I miss my father and mother, and I want to go back to the village to see."

The young Taoist gently picked up the elderly woman, forcibly hung the last breath of essence on her chest with mana, and cast a golden light, only a hundred breaths, and appeared outside the village.

put Gu Yunting down and held her hand.

"Master."

"Huh?"

"Ask a question, I've been curious for half my life... How good are you? ”

Millennium.

It is enough to survive five Qi refining periods, three foundation building periods, and two Jindan periods, but no matter how many years go by, they are ever-changing, but the Taoist is not old, and his youth is still the same.

Gu Yunting is no longer the original immortal cultivator who knows nothing, she knows everything clearly, if she wants to maintain this state, she must have the support of a deep mana background.

She's a master, probably a little unreasonable.

The Taoist was silent.

Gu Yunting didn't force him to answer, but asked again:

"Master, will you be reluctant to Ting'er?"

The Taoist nodded.

Immediately avoided the woman's complicated gaze, and reminded lightly: "There is not much time left for you to revisit your old place, and Poor Dao recommends that you first pick a piece of feng shui treasure land for yourself." ”

The air is stagnant.

Gu Yunting stared at the Taoist for a long time, and laughed at herself: "Who said that only those who cultivate too much forgetfulness can transcend things... Master, I think you are more affectionate than Taishang. ”

"Ting'er, you're in love."

The Taoist calmly stretched out his hand, passed through the green silk hair, stroked the eyes of the beauty, and pointed to the center of the delicate eyebrows: suddenly, as if returning to the light, the figure in front of him was ethereal.

Dreams and reality overlap.

The scenes of the millennium, like a horse watching flowers, were reflected in the woman's mind, the thin smoke cage was cold, and her expression gradually became trance-like, and she walked towards the entrance of the village.

"On the other side of the dream bridge, ten steps and one illusion, don't look back."

The sound of the ancient immortals fell into the universe, the vast will was overwhelming, the Taoist treasure was solemn and dignified, and the mouth praised the true scriptures, as if driving the woman to go back and not return, and the fallen leaves returned to the roots.

The more hurriedly he stumbled.

However.

A hundred meters away from the place where the village was built, Gu Yunting suddenly felt that her steps were getting heavier and heavier, and finally she couldn't lift it as if she was filled with lead and mercury.

His body trembled.

There was a hint of struggle on her face, one foot forward, one foot backward, as if a second consciousness had been split in her body, fighting for control, and she was in a dilemma.

"Boom!"

The wind rises, and the flat ground thunders.

In an instant, the woman petrified, her face was rapidly young at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her cloudy pupils reappeared bright and shiny, and she resolutely turned back.

The Taoist asked, "Why did you turn back?" ”

The girl replied, "Because it's a dream." ”

In an instant, the wind and smoke suddenly rose.

Two parallel lines, which were destined to never intersect, converge and intersect at this moment with the illusion as a node, one virtual and one real, and two consciousnesses, merging into one, without distinguishing each other.

"This..."

Gu Yunting looked around at a loss:

"Is it a dream, or is it reality?"

"Why distinguish between dreams and reality?"

The Taoist law enforcement seal, the Taoist rhyme is pervasive: "You look at the flowing water on the bridge, the reflection in the water is looking at you, you think she is your shadow, but she thinks you are her shadow." ”

"What you see is not necessarily true, and what you hear is not necessarily false, this world has never had an absolute meaning of virtual reality, just like the past life."

"Cause and effect, good and evil, all things in heaven and earth, all living beings, true and false... They can exist, not all the time, but depending on what you believe. ”

"It's a world where you can believe in it."

"If you believe it's true, then he's real."

Thunder.

The girl's state of mind suddenly brightened, and her confusion dissipated: "The disciple understands, as long as the disciple unswervingly believes in it, then this is the disciple's past life!" ”

Daoist jaw head:

"From now on, you and I are destined, and I am your teacher."

The girl bowed her head, bowed three times and bowed nine times, the upper table was nine heavens, and the lower play the netherworld, announcing the official conclusion of the master-apprentice relationship between the two: "Master, the disciple still doesn't know the name of the master." ”

In fact, I know it, I just want to hear the other party admit it in person... A sense of ritual.

The Taoist clasped his hands together, and the sound was like a bell:

"Poor Dao, Chen Changsheng."