What exactly does the pain of being shredded look like?

What exactly does the pain of being burned look like?

The Taoist didn't say anything, just smiled and thought that Senior Brother would be very happy.

Life is already crying.

If you still cry, then what's the point?

......

Chen Yunxi sat quietly by such a big lake with fine snow.

Sometimes the world cries, sometimes it smiles brightly, and some people bow their heads and let those stones fall on their foreheads, making the sound of the last collision of life.

"Why are you bothered, Chiller."

Chen Yunxi silently looked at the Liuyun Sword Cultivator who was stoned to death by a young man with a stone tablet in such a high-rise building.

Such a sword cultivator, of course, has thousands of ways to survive.

As a cultivator of the Great Dao, even if he drank enough water from the River Styx, why would he die in such a foreign land?

It's just that the cicada sat there quietly, clenching the sword that represented his identity, and continued to die.

Even if it was Chen Yunxi, even if he was sitting on the shore of such a big lake behind the gate of heaven, watching all the stories in such a world.

This sword cultivator never thought that this disciple of the Night Rain Cliff would die there like this.

Of course, he is not a ruthless person, he is sometimes angry at Cheng Lu's dare not draw his sword, and sometimes he is angry at the cold cicada's daring to draw his sword.

Even with that sword, he also ignited the Divine Sea, just to let that Daoist of the Blue Heaven Dao take a look at the appearance of the Great Dao.

But what's there to see about the avenue?

It's just a lifetime of wind and snow, full of loneliness.

When people in the world see the avenue, they just go out to see the mountains.

The mountains do not diminish in the slightest, and the sorrows of the people increase in vain.

Knowing that you can't do it, it may be romantic, but more than that, it's nothing more than stupidity.

Didn't the saint say anything all his life in the hope that the world could live in peace?

Chen Yunxi sat on the shore of the big lake, his white hair was better than snow, and he couldn't stop sighing.

Seeing the mountains and knowing the water, hearing the wind and watching the rain and stepping on the snow to find the plum, so he climbed the building to peep into the world, until the waves of the sea wanted to be higher than the heavenly test.

But to put it mildly, it's just a word in vain, just on paper.

Chen Yunxi sighed, raised his hand to support the shore of the snow lake below him, and stood up.

"Even if the article is shocking, it is just on paper. Senior brother, do you think it's right? ”

This white-haired sword cultivator silently looked up at the higher heavenly dome of the world where the two sword marks had gone, and he looked at it for a long time, then turned around and slowly walked in the direction he came.

It's just that at that moment, he seemed to hear some very rustling voices behind him.

It was as if someone was covering their hearts and stumbling through the snow by the lake.

Chen Yunxi stiffened and stopped there, such an invincible sword cultivator in the world, at this moment, he didn't even dare to turn his head, but his white hair was blown by the wind and flew chaotically.

"That's right."

The man behind him whispered.

At that moment, Chen Yunxi's eyes widened in astonishment, and he turned back in disbelief.

Turn around.

Dressed in a black dress and holding a broken and broken umbrella, he stood by the lake with a pale face, and the corners of his lips and heart were constantly dripping with red blood.

"Division...... Brother? ”

Chen Yunxi's face turned pale in an instant at that moment, his lips and teeth trembled, and it took a long time to ask such a question.

Yao Ji didn't speak, but stretched out a plain white hand forward, slowly blooming like a flower in a secluded mountain.

Inside is a ghostly spirit.

Gu Chu's ghost and god who holds the power of life and death, the great priest.

Of course, there is not only a gap between senior brothers and senior brothers.

The same is true of gods and ghosts.

As a ghost god who holds the authority of life and death, the Great Priest is naturally more powerful than the mountain ghost and the god of the world like the goddess of Wushan.

The spirit of such a god and ghost was so weak that it was almost invisible, like a dense mist that could dissipate at any moment.

When Chen Yunxi saw such a ghostly spirit, he already understood many things.

Cong Jian said at the beginning that three feet above his head is fate.

Even if he is Chen Yunxi, even if he is fifteen stacks of Daohai, but after all, the mind of such a goddess is not something he can glimpse.

The world can only hear what she argues and see what she shows.

It's just that no one in the world can guess what such a goddess is thinking.

That's three feet away from everybody.

Chen Yunxi looked at the soul of the Great Priest who was almost shattered by Qinglian in a daze, and it took a long time before he finally could speak.

"It turns out that at the beginning, the goddess never gave the soul of the Great Priest to the world."

Of course, Chen Yunxi knew that Xie Chaoyu had led a certain little Taoist boy who carried the soul of the great priest to go all over the world.

It's just that this scene in front of him has destroyed this sword cultivator's cognition with great cruelty.

Yao Ji let go of her hand, let the last wisp of the Great Priest's soul escape in the wind and snow, and said softly: "Of course I gave it to her, but I never said it, that's all the Great Priest's soul." ”

If the world knows more about a certain story in the River Styx, it will know more about the story of a certain Taoist in the yellow sorghum.

They might be clearer.

Of course, Yao Ji has always held the soul of such an ancient Chu god of life and death, so she can pull out such a Taoist who has fallen into the whirlpool of the Styx.

Chen Yunxi stood there silently, silently walked towards the edge of the big lake, crossed the goddess holding the broken umbrella, stood by the big lake, and looked at the world in silence.

Yao Ji, who was full of sword intent and blood, turned around, looked at the silent sword cultivator, and said calmly, "What are you looking for?" ”

Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Find a sword." ”

"No need to look for it."

Yao Ji said softly, looking up at the sky above the fine snow.

"Wait a little longer, the two swords that Qinglian used will fall from the sky."

Chen Yunxi silently raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

"The goddess doesn't ask me what I'm looking for a sword for?"

Yao Ji coughed softly, and said in a soft tone: "Naturally, even your sword is not a disadvantage. ”

Chen Yunxi turned his head and silently looked at the Gu Chu Priestess behind him who was covered with sword wounds.

Yao Ji still held the broken umbrella, stood there, looked up at the heavenly dome of the world, and said softly: "But probably there is no need for this, your senior brother's sword is far more powerful than you imagined." ”

Chen Yunxi frowned, looking at the Gu Chu god and ghost deeply, as if he wanted to see her through.

It's just that although Yao Ji is covered in sword marks, her divine body is still full of divine power, and Chen Yunxi's gaze can't cross anything, just falling on the most superficial layers of skin and blood.

Yao Ji sighed softly, but slowly let go of the broken umbrella in her hand.

The sky is shining, but all the divine power is slowly dissipating.

"The best sword in the world is indeed the first line in the world of the sword grinding cliff."

Chen Yunxi seemed to have finally realized something, and looked at the divine power that was diffusing in a daze.

In the high sky and fine snow, a sword wind fell, slowly blowing away Yao Ji's black dress.

Chen Yunxi saw the sword hole that ran through the Goddess Snow Mountain very clearly.

Yao Ji lowered her head, looked at the sword wound in her heart with great amazement, and said softly: "This sword is not as good as a ghost." Even the great priest in his heyday could hardly resist the human line that Qinglian exerted. Probably only Taiyi can withstand it. ”

The Gu Chu Divine Maiden calmly closed her clothes and looked at the white-haired sword cultivator.

"So although your sword is also sharp, it is not of any use, Chen Yunxi."

Two swords fell from the sky.

He inserted it in front of the two of them.

One is called Fang Cun, which has been shattered inch by inch, like jagged teeth, and the other sword is probably not used to cast the first line of the world, after being tempered in the hands of such a sword cultivator who sleeps with the moon in his arms, it has become extremely tall and tough, even Chen Yunxi, the moment his eyes touched it, he noticed an extremely sharp sense of separation.

It's called Butterfly Love Flower, and it's the sword of a Taoist in the world.

Chen Yunxi looked at the two swords silently, walked over, pulled them out, held them in his hands and looked at them for a long time, and finally sighed, dispersed his sword intent, and did not take out the swords, but just threw the two swords into the big lake.

"Where's Senior Brother?"

Chen Yunxi stood silently by the lake, looking at the world under the fine snow, and asked this question again.

Yao Ji slowly raised her head to look at the sky dome and said softly, "I don't know, after that sword, his divine soul was torn apart—even Qinglian himself couldn't withstand the power brought by such a sword." ”

This Gu Chu goddess said, but there was also a hint of confusion in her expression.

"But at the moment when his soul was torn apart, he once said something that I couldn't understand."

Chen Yunxi turned his head to look at Yao Ji.

The latter said softly: "-In my generation, there are two people with the most talent, one is called Li Qianyi, and the other is called Baiyi. If the world has the opportunity to walk out of this world in the future, they can go and see, maybe they can find a person named Li Bai - I don't know what this means. Why did there ever be Li Queyi and Bai Yi in the world, so he should be called Li Bai? ”

Chen Yunxi was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Maybe this is the answer that Senior Brother gave to the world." ”

Yao Ji lowered her head, looked at her divine power that was slowly escaping, and said slowly, "Maybe." ”

Chen Yunxi was still silent there, and after a long time, he found that the black-clothed goddess was slowly moving towards the Heavenly Gate, not only those divine powers, but also the gods and ghosts that represented the ancient Chu beliefs, which were also slowly diffusing in the wind.

The white-haired sword cultivator silently looked at the goddess who was stripped of all her robes and walked naked to the human world.

"Where's the goddess?"

Chen Yunxi seemed to have understood something, but he still asked such a question sincerely.

Yao Ji walked in the moonlight and snow, and said in a calm tone: "At the beginning, I had a long argument with a certain Taoist, but no one persuaded anyone, so I wanted to go to the world to see what the difference between people and gods and ghosts was. ”

Chen Yunxi stood there silently.

Yaoji seemed to be chuckling softly, perhaps with some anticipation, which made her tone seem to have some pickiness.

"I also chose a name, it's called Willow Eyebrow."

The west wind hates a lot, and it can't blow away the eyebrows.

This may indeed be a good name.

Chen Yunxi didn't say anything, he stood there silently, his eyes falling on the feet of this ancient Chu god and ghost.

Yao Ji is still wearing a pair of small floral socks and small cloth shoes.

The white-haired sword cultivator turned his head, facing the fine snow, facing the bright moon that was left behind, and said softly:

"Walk slowly."

......

The little boy had been waiting for a long time on the ridge of the earth, and finally waited for those swords that came slowly.

Those swords staggered through the early morning light of the world like drunkenness, and like some inexplicably beaten dog's tail, they were aggrievedly inserted beside the little boy.

The little boy who had not yet woken up while holding the gourd suddenly woke up when his ear was scraped, and looked at the sword that was scattered and dim in light all over the ground, probably full of puzzlement.

While rubbing his eyes, he ran to fiddle with those swords, and said to himself, "Why are you all wilted?" If the spring breeze doesn't pity the flowers, don't you want to be a young man's sword? ”

The pine cone was still asleep under the ridge, and they had waited for a long time, and the little squirrel had even made a nest for himself with a lot of straw.

The little squirrel slept very soundly, and even maintained the habit of being a squirrel, subconsciously wanting to hold his big tail.

Le Chaotian was quietly looking up at the sky not far away.

In front of this thirteen-fold Taoist, his body was full of mountains and seas, and even among the green mountains and plains in the world, there was a faint shadow of the mountains and seas.

And at the feet of the Taoist, there are countless looming and flickering Taoist hexagrams.

Le Chaotian and Xie Chaoyu are both disciples of Bai Fengyu.

Naturally, it is impossible not to know the Qiankun hexagram.

It's just that Xie Chaoyu learned better than him.

Lu Xiaosan and those swords talked to themselves there for a long time, and finally saw those very grand pictures not far away.

The little boy may have guessed the identity of the Taoist when he went to the Mirror of the White Moon in the East China Sea with Le Chaotian.

So looking at these pictures in front of me, I was naturally not surprised.

Just ran to the edge of those shadows of the mountains and seas, looked at Le Chaotian and asked in surprise, "What are you doing, uncle?" ”

The Taoist did not answer the young man's question, but just stood there with a calm expression.

Lu Xiaosan didn't continue to ask, just silently looked at those hexagrams, Taoist texts, and the shadows of mountains and seas.

Perhaps the Taoist really couldn't be distracted to answer the little boy's question at the moment.

Lu Xiaosan waited for a long time, so he didn't care about Le Chaotian for a while, ran around the ridge, pulled out all the scattered swords, and put them aside.

Since the sword has come, Lu Xiaosan thought about simply putting them all into the gourd, but such a thing can probably be done only if he comes to the sky, after all, the little boy can't pull out the gourd with the sword.

The morning sun on the horizon is slowly rising, red, like a persimmon.

When Lu Xiaosan thinks about persimmons, he doesn't think about persimmon Ruyi, he only thinks about taking a bite, what a lively and cheerful little boy he must be.

The mountains in the distance are green and may be vibrant, but Lu Xiaosan is also thinking about a plate of oily fried vegetables.

When Lu Xiaosan thought of this, he shook his head frantically.

Lu Xiaosan, Lu Xiaosan, why are you greedy?

Of course, Lu Xiaosan was greedy, in order to wait for these swords to fall, so as not to accidentally kill someone when the time came, the little boy hadn't eaten for a long time.

Seeing the mountains and eating are never a matter of conflict.

People always have to open the door and see what the mountain looks like in front of it.

People always have to eat.

Lu Xiaosan didn't have this feeling before, but it wasn't until the swords he called for him really landed that the little boy breathed a sigh of relief, so the boy knew that he was greedy.

The little boy suddenly thought that he knew so well what it meant to be gluttonous, and maybe he would still be a master admired by thousands of people in the future.

It is incumbent upon our generation to revitalize Buddhism!

The young man had already thrown his job as a storyteller to the sky.

Now he began to look in the mirror with his sword in his hand, imagining himself shaved his hair.

must be handsome and scumbag.

Lu Xiaosan was very embarrassed and touched his somewhat fat face - following Le Chaotian to roast chicken and duck in the hot pot, Lu Xiaosan didn't realize that he had gained a lot of weight.

"Sin, sin, sin."

Lu Xiaosan clasped his hands together and said reverently.

"What have you sinned in?"

Lu Xiaosan turned around, only to find that Le Chaotian had dispersed those earthly rhymes and walked to his side.

The little boy wanted to say that he was thinking about becoming a great monk admired by thousands of people, but he just looked at his uncle's Taoist rhymes that had not yet dissipated, thought about it, and put away this thought.

After all, he is a sword cultivator, and his uncle is a Taoist, and he said that he wanted to be a monk, which is probably indeed a bit rebellious.

So the little boy changed his words very sincerely.

"I remember that when I had a hot pot meal, there was a ball at the bottom of the pot that was not fished up, which was really a great sin."

“......”

Lu Xiaosan also suddenly remembered what happened before, looked at Le Chaotian and asked, "What was Uncle Shi doing just now?" ”

Le Chaotian looked up at the sky and said very calmly: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered that I wanted to calculate the heavenly things." ”

Lu Xiaosan's eyes widened in amazement, and asked, "Uncle Shi has counted it." ”

Le Chaotian said melancholy: "Do you think this is what I can calculate? ”

Lu Xiaosan smiled and said, "What if Uncle Shi really counts it?" ”

Le Chaotian just smiled softly and said: "People are not as good as the sky, the sky is not as good as the sky, the more you calculate, the more you can't see clearly, what are you doing with these swords here?" ”

"Oh." Lu Xiaosan turned his head to look at those swords, and said seriously: "I think there can be more swords in the gourd, Uncle Shi, you can help me stuff them all in." ”

Le Chaotian said helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it when I have time." ”

"Uncle Shi is not available now?"

"I'm free, but you also know that things in heaven are not so easy to calculate."

"So?"

"So I'm actually hurt."

Lu Xiaosan looked at the lively Le Chaotian suspiciously.

The latter lifted his robe melancholy, and the young man realized that this uncle didn't know when, but he had left a lot of sword marks, and blood was slowly oozing there.

Of course, heavenly things are not countable.

Lu Xiaosan didn't bother anymore.

"Let's go have a hot pot first to suppress the shock." Le Chaotian said sincerely.

Lu Xiaosan suddenly came to his senses, hugged the gourd and the sword together, and remembered the pine cone sleeping under the ridge again, and ran over with a fart.

It's just that when the little boy ran there, he was suddenly stunned.

It was as if he had suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something.

Lu Xiaosan silently looked at the little earth dog who was held in his arms by the pine cone as his big tail, and said softly:

"So you're here, grass is a firefly."