Later, Yin Xunyi said: "Song Daoyou, there are no eggs under the nest, and if you want to ignore many things, you must have absolute strength."

However, what kind of strength is considered absolute strength? True immortals? Martial Saint? I'm afraid I may not be able to......"

Song Ciwan said: "True Immortals and Martial Saints may not be able to, but you and I are not even Earth Immortals now, Yin Daoyou, thinking too far is sometimes not necessarily a good thing." ”

Yin Xunyi lay on the bamboo raft, his hand was in the water, the blue water swept through his dark blue sleeves, and his sleeves floated on the water, like a light yarn flowing in the water.

He was dazzled and drunk, and sang in a low voice: "Heroes gather and scatter outside the Gangan, and the rise and fall of the present and the ancient times are in between."

The swallow didn't know about the red dust, and also entered the side of the Xieyang Ancient Road.

The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles, and they say honor and disgrace to each other.

All the deeds of the past thousand years have been turned into dust! ”

After singing, he laughed softly again: "Hehehe, hahaha, all the achievements of the thousand years have become dust, all have become dust......"

Smiling and smiling, he said: "After leaving Yongzhou this time, I am going to Zhendemon Pass." The world is boring, it is better to kill demons. Anyway, hundreds of thousands of years from now, everything will turn to dust.

Song Daoyou, what about you? Where are you going? ”

Song Ciwan didn't answer his words, but only looked at the mountains and rivers in front of him after he asked.

I saw that the distant mountains were like mist, the color of the blue rose and fell between the heaven and the earth, and the golden sunlight swayed down from the sky, shining on the clouds and mist in the mountains, reflecting the whole world with a brilliant color.

This is the landscape of Kyushu, which is common and uncommon in the world.

They have stood in this heaven and earth for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, and in this life, even if they cultivate to become true immortals, they are only as short as dust in this heaven and earth, mountains and rivers.

But Song Ciwan is different, she has a longer, longer, and maybe even endless lifespan!

Tens of millions of years later, the Tianjiao of this generation has turned to dust, and she must still be there.

The rise and fall of the times, the change of government and government, these seem to be very important to her at this moment, because she is still young and she is still weak.

But what if it's thousands of years from now? Who knows what will turn out of everything?

Therefore, at this moment, thinking about the long years that may exist in the future, even if Song Ciwan has always been firm-minded, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel at a loss for a moment.

If the time is long enough, then is immortality a blessing or a punishment?

There was a sharp bend ahead, and the bamboo raft staggered by.

On the blue sky, a line of wild geese flapped their wings and flew by, leaving a curling chirping sound in the sky.

Song Ciwan's side, the big white goose couldn't help but stretch its neck, lead the singing, and answer with the wild geese in the sky.

"Aung Aung Ang!"

"Hyperactive!"

Song Ciwan came back to his senses in an instant, and suddenly laughed dumbly.

When she enlightened Aunt Wen before, she said very well, the strange and magnificent beauty of the world is often far away, beyond the reach of people...... In the world, if people want to achieve what ordinary people can't achieve, they must undergo tests that ordinary people can't withstand.

This is the eternal truth, if you don't understand, then what kind of immortals do you cultivate, what kind of Tao do you ask?

Of course, Song Ciwan has always figured it out, but people's hearts are like demons, and their hearts are always there, even if they succeed in submission for a while, it will reappear in a short time.

People's hearts change, like white clouds and dogs, all the time and everywhere.

What is spiritual practice?

It is to practice and practice, to ask questions and ask for a journey, and to constantly surrender the inner heart, so that it will not be shaken in a thousand changes.

Song Ciwan stood on the bamboo raft and exhaled softly, like a smoke snake, he broke through the space in front of him for dozens of feet, and landed on a frog bouncing up on the water's bank.

The frog stretched out its tongue to catch insects, but the little worm was very flexible, the frog's tongue stretched out, and the little worm was about to shuttle by, and the frog's insect capture was about to fail—

At that moment, the smoke fell on the frog.

The frog suddenly gained more strength, and saw that the little green body suddenly formed a double jump in mid-air, moving forward half an inch out of thin air.

The frog's tongue curled, and the flying insect was caught in the tongue!

"Quack!"

The little frog that fell back to the water's edge swallowed the worm in one gulp, and then screamed happily.

The wind blows the waterfront, and the rice fields rustle.

Frogs sing and frogs sing, like a song and a picture.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Ciwan's mouth, she turned her head to look behind her, and saw that Yin Xunyi behind her was lying on the bamboo raft at some point, and fell asleep like this.

His sleeves went over the raft and into the water. The current lifted him up, as if to send him into the distance.

A wine glass landed on the hem of his shirt and buckled upside down on his chest, rolling on his chest as his breath unduled, but somehow never falling.

Song Ciwan chuckled, facing the water, facing the wind, and said: "Yin Daoyou, don't pass it, the mountains and rivers are far away, and there will be a period in the future." ”

She patted the big white goose beside her, and the white goose flapped its wings and flew up, singing happily: "Ang Ang Ang!" ”

The big white goose can fly, although its body is heavy and plump, but it transforms into a demon and flutters its wings to fly.

Song Ciwan stepped forward lightly, Ling Bo walked, and soon went away on the water.

In the following days, Song Ciwan traveled all the way north.

She doesn't really have a clear destination, and it doesn't mean that she has to go somewhere.

I just want to take a look at this great river and mountain, and see the wind in Jingzhou, the moon in Yangzhou, the blue sea in Qingzhou, and the snow in Xuzhou......

She doesn't need to hurry, and she doesn't have to pay attention to the sinister rivers and lakes and the turmoil in the court.

Who rises, who ascends, who declines, who falls, what does it have to do with her?

The world is changing, and my heart is unwavering.

Of course, she is not interested in the change of power in the court, but there are some things that she is bound to worry about.

For example, the matter of the secret realm of the spirit world, the Jindan worm, this matter is related to the race, and even to the secret and truth of heaven and earth.

Once Song Ciwan closes her eyes and listens, pretending that this matter has nothing to do with her for the sake of temporary comfort, then after a long time, she may become the turtle in the legendary urn.

As a certain predecessor said, in the dark world, blindfolded, confused and died.

After all, although she has a long lifespan, she is not invincible in the world!

And the matter of the Zerg, since there is a great terror in the dark that has laid a forbidden spell in the world, it cannot be said or mentioned, so that Song Ciwan cannot transmit news in the world, then Song Ciwan's response is only to be brave and diligent-

At this time, if you can't be invincible in the world, then you will become invincible in the world.

Isn't it a pleasure to deal with all the crises in the world with the unrivaled power of the world?

After a few days of walking, Song Ciwan cleared his thoughts, his thoughts gradually became clear, and his mind became a little firmer.

During this period, she sold the demonic spirit qi every day, and her longevity soon increased to 76,000 years.