Dressed in white, he sits on a high cliff.

If this scene is seen by the people of the Daomen, they will inevitably think of the fact that many years ago, the eight hundred Daomen went up to the sword cliff, and they were killed by someone.

It's a pity that the world is not a person who wears white, it must be white.

Although Qinglian fought with the goddess outside the sky, before leaving the world, she once said with a sigh, one Li is missing and one is white, so let's call Li Bai.

But of course, he can also say that one Li Er and one Tsing Yi, then I will be called Li Qing.

It's just that people in the world often only pursue white clothes, but no one ever pursues green clothes - in fact, this name is also the realm of sword intent.

The white-clothed diagonal bridge and the Qinglian Cliff lord sit in the world.

Finally, there is the unattainable.

Tsing Yi.

The young man sat down silently in the white snow full of peach blossoms, and after a long silence, he whispered, "I thought you should wear green clothes, like grass for fireflies." ”

The 'heart me' peach blossom that has existed in the sea of young gods for many years just sits there quietly with an umbrella.

"Tsing Yi and white clothes have never been important. At the end of my life, it is more important than anything else to ask whether my heart is innocent. ”

"Was the predecessor innocent all his life?"

The young man asked in a voice.

There was silence on the cliff.

It was a long time before the umbrella said calmly, "Of course not." ”

But how can Tsing Yi not be innocent?

As a beggar in the world, he met Nanyi at the age of nineteen, the first in the world at the age of twenty, and stayed on the high cliff for 30 years, and finally drew his sword and left.

What a innocent life he is.

But he calmly denied it.

The young man looked at that very unfamiliar face for a long time, and then asked seriously, "Why?" ”

The man in white under the umbrella just turned his head to look at the world, and the moment the young man's head hit the ground, the wind and snow were scattered all over the mountains.

Someone has to die in this snow.

Maybe it's a beggar, maybe it's a woodcutter in the mountains who doesn't have time to hide and leave.

"Have you ever heard the story of the heavy snow on earth more than a thousand years ago?"

"Yes."

"That's the innocence of my life."

Nandao fell silent.

Of course he'd heard of that kind of snow.

That was before Bai Yi climbed the cliff to become the cliff master, and also before the eight hundred gates went to the sword cliff.

In March, when the world snowed heavily, it was the southern end of Huangliang, and before that, Nantuo, who had never seen a wind and snow, was also buried by snow - this is also the origin of Chu dog's barking in snow.

The two sat quietly on the cliff.

The man under the umbrella seemed to sigh.

"So is this snowstorm."

Nanjima narrowed his eyes and looked at the man under the umbrella.

"You're still in heaven?"

"I'm still in heaven."

"What's on the cliff? What is in heaven? ”

'Peach Blossom' stood up calmly, walked over to the boy, and handed the umbrella to him.

"This is the cliff."

He pointed to the boy under the umbrella.

"This is heavenly."

He reached out and pointed to the umbrella.

The boy suddenly became frightened.

"What do you mean?"

"The sky is broken."

Tsing Yi raised his head and looked at the twilight sky.

"I really broke the sky back then."

"So the snow flew in the world, and the common people were almost destroyed." When 'Tsing Yi' said this, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Your junior brother named Le Chaotian is right. I admire him, he has never even been to heaven, but he can know such a thing. ”

"What?"

Nandao asked, puzzled.

"The shadow of the world - the so-called world is just some continuous flowing shadows, like a lake, like a mirror. The reason why Nanyi has been scolded by the world for thousands of years is because he is the first person to say this kind of speculation in a grand manner. ”

"The mirror is broken, the lake is broken, do you think those shadows can still exist?"

'Tsing Yi' said very calmly.

"So in a sense, whether it's Li Shi or Zhang Xiaoyu, they are all doing the right thing. If the world is too high, it will break the world. It's just a little more radical. ”

Nandao stood there stunned.

"Your Majesty?"

"He can't go. It's not that you can take that sword and look at the lakes and the mirrors. Even if the world is the dream of a drowning person, not everyone can touch the edge of a big dream. ”

"In this world, until now, apart from you, except for me, there is only the scholar named Qingxuan in Huangliang back then."

When 'Tsing Yi' said this, he lowered his head and said with a sigh: "The truth of the world is like this, we are born on paper, and we are just people with big dreams." When I slashed through the sky with a sword, I understood. ”

"It's a cruel thing."

Nandao stood there trembling.

Isn't that more than cruel?

At that moment, he seemed to finally understand why the wine contained in the gourd of grass fireflies thousands of years ago was bitter wine.

What wine could be more bitter than the truth?

"But I can actually get out. As I stood there, looking up at the opening of the two worlds, I thought—maybe this is the first scene of life. Jump out, I will no longer be on paper, I will croak, I will see the first light of true life. ”

"But I didn't. Maybe it's because it's hard to leave the homeland, or maybe it's because the cries of those people who are startled by the wind and snow are too harsh. I stopped there, with my back to the sword mark, and stopped there. ”

"I have been a beggar on earth for nineteen years. From south to north, I've walked through. Later, I thought about it, the person who rode the bull back then may be the ancestor of Hanguguan. He showed me all over the world. It finally made me regain the mercy that was almost drowned out by the wind and snow. ”

"Nandao, this world, has never been a story of becoming an immortal, so he ascended to the sky. The avenue is like a blue sky, and the truth that I can't only come out of is what Qinglian told you thousands of years ago. ”

"Big dreams are shattered, and everything is empty. Don't take the world that gave birth to us as a sacrifice to ascend to heaven, don't go after things outside the world alone, don't be an orphan who walks alone. ”

'Tsing Yi' whispered, turning his head and looking deeply at the boy who had been trapped under the umbrella for a long time.

"There will never be anyone who loves this world except us."

"Then can we only live like this, day after day, year after year, millions of years after millions of years, living in this big dream?"

Nan Dao listened to such a trembling question, turned his head, and the young Taoist knelt on the edge of the cliff with his sword, tears falling like rain.

It's a joy to the sky.

It's a joy to the sky.

It's the junior brother who really loves the world.

The boy thought silently.

"Maybe, maybe not."

Both of them on the cliff looked at the man on the edge of the cliff.

'Tsing Yi' raised his head and looked at the world quietly.

"Maybe one day, everyone in the world will be like me. This big dream is not impossible to wake up. ”

"But."

"Not today, not this era, not our generation."

"But I hope ....."

'Tsing Yi' turned around, but he smiled slightly, looking at the young man and Taoist on the cliff.

"The day when we can see that all men on earth are like heavenly people."