Life, life, what is life.

Between heaven and earth, this void is life.

Everything in the world, flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll up, is life.

The rain falls and the rain stops, communicating the whole world and life.

Life is everywhere, but it is also ethereal and unpredictable, and even sometimes, even what kind of life you are in, even yourself, you can't have a clear insight.

If a dream is life, then life is also a dream.

Qingyang is a little obsessed with his thoughts, and time always passes quietly inadvertently, and now there are very few people left in the examination room, they are either writing hard, or scratching their heads and shaking their heads, but Qingyang, is an exception.

He is like the most glaring being, because, from beginning to end, he has never touched his pen and ink.

Emperor Yan's eyes also fell on Qingyang's body at this moment, he wanted to know what this beautiful scholar who had never touched pen and ink wanted, but the eunuch on the side said softly at this moment: "Your Majesty, this person has been meditating since the beginning of the exam, and Weichen thinks that this person should be thrown out, and this person should not be allowed to take the child's play examination room and the children's play hall test." ”

Hearing this, Emperor Yan shook his head with interest and said, "It's okay, I want to see what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd." ”

Since Emperor Yan had spoken, the eunuch naturally shut up and was silent, and at this moment, Qingyang was still pondering, and all the qiē in his dream kept flashing in his mind.

In the dream, from a mortal stepping into the path of cultivating the king, the hardships of this road are naturally self-evident, but more importantly, in this process. The trajectory of life seems to have changed a bit.

Life, if you are mortal, is like a flower blooming and falling. There is no escaping the cycle of cause and effect.

In life, if you are a king, it is like drawing a knife and breaking water, and the knife falling into the water and breaking the water and flowing again.

So between heaven and earth, why do we distinguish between the two paths of mortal humanity and the path of cultivating kings, these two paths are the same as life, why is there such a big gap? Is this fair?

Same as life. But there are also joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds, and mortals are extremely fragile. But the cultivator can shatter the mountains, is this reasonable?

In the same life, mortals are oppressed, even if they are supreme in the mortal world. They must all give in under the pressure of the cultivators. Why is that?

No!

This qiē is unreasonable!

Qing Yang's eyes widened violently, he seemed to grasp something in his heart, and his dark eyes flashed with an incomparably amazing light, like stars, so that Emperor Yan, who had been paying attention to him, had a trace of surprise on his face at this moment.

"This is such a dazzling gaze, this person," Emperor Yan murmured slightly in his heart.

At this moment, the dream in Qingyang's mind and the memory in reality seemed to have found a meeting point, so that these two memories were intertwined together godly and godly, just like between heaven and earth, forming two cycles in the chaotic universe.

"In a dream. I cultivate the king, and I can divide the waves with a sword. I can blast my soul with one punch, I can fly my wings into the sky, I can control the power of thunder and fire, I have countless times more power than mortals, but I still have endless sorrow and sorrow. ”

"In this reality, I am a mortal, I have no power to tie the chicken, I study hard for a day's livelihood, I sigh helplessly for a pot of good wine, I spell a qiē for my relatives and friends, and I also have sadness and sorrow. ”

"Both of these are life. Since it is the same life, then I, Qingyang, want to ask why mortals are so degraded in this heaven and earth!" Qingyang opened his eyes angrily and waved his hand with one hand.

The pen shaft was raised, and the tip of the pen was focused on the ground viscous black ink, rubbing back and forth and rotating a few times, and the wolf waved a large pen, like an angry tiger and a dragon, and an inexplicable momentum slowly spread from Qingyang's body.

The pen walks like a dragon vein, revealing an arrogant and uninhibited meaning, straight up to the sky, asking the sky and the earth, asking this mortal, what is the intention!

Seeing Qingyang move his pen, Emperor Yan and the eunuch both looked at Qingyang in some surprise, the latter was surprised that Qingyang would start writing in the last moment, while the former faintly felt Qingyang's arrogant and uninhibited momentum.

At this time, in the entire examination room, except for Qingyang, there was no trace of anyone else, and in the entire examination room, there was only the sound of Qingyang swiping his pen, which revealed a vivid sense of heartiness, a sense of uninhibited debauchery, a silent question, and an inexplicable stubbornness!

Qingyang's eyes were focused, his heart was beating, and the font under his pen was also shocking, and the momentum was amazing, as if a sonorous word sent a strong questioning voice towards the sky, why did this mortal survive?

What kind of life is this mortal life?

Life, the life of a person, the process of a person's life, the traces of a person's life, the bits and pieces of a person's life. When you are busy in every minute and every second of life, this is life, when you repeat the same life trajectory every day, this is life, when you taste the mixed tastes of ups and downs, this is life, when you face endless choices and make endless choices, this is life, all is life, life is everywhere!

So, is it necessary for mortals to be so willing to be small, to succumb to the shackles between heaven and earth, and to the will of the endless royal road? Is there a thought, is there a power, is there a possibility, so that mortals can question this heaven and earth and cultivate the way of heaven and earth like a king cultivator?!

Answer, is there any!

Qingyang took a deep breath, and the pen was heavy, and directly above the rice paper, two big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance fell: "Ask Fan." ”

Bite!

The bell fell, and the exam stopped.

And the pen is also put on hold at this moment.

Qingyang was sweating profusely, his blurry eyes looked at the blue sky slightly, his heart was incomparably clear, with a clear and incomparably clear sense of thoroughness, this question was the strongest shout-like question in his life, and it was also the question he wanted to ask the most in his heart.

The cause of the heart has been quietly planted in Qingyang's consciousness at this moment.

One day, when the fruit of the mortal heart bears fruit, it will be the time to wake up from a dream.

When Qingyang left after handing over the papers, Emperor Yan glanced at Qingyang's back meaningfully, and then he whispered a word in the eunuch's ear and got up to leave.

After that, the eunuch ordered the invigilator to untie Qingyang's exam paper, and his eyes fell on the rice paper a little lazily, but the moment his eyes touched the rice paper, his expression froze. A terrifying and inexplicable aura rippled out, and the two words that seemed to be filled with endless Taoist meaning were vividly burned in the eyes of the eunuch - ask Fan!

Out of the examination room, Qingyang was in a very good mood, he saw from a distance that Mingyun was already waving at him, and the small and delicate figure revealed a hint of playful cuteness, giving Qingyang a warm feeling.

"I'm not alone. The corners of Qingyang's mouth raised slightly, and he strode towards Mingyun, his face filled with a confident and clear smile.

Qingyang at this moment, even he didn't notice it, his temperament had already undergone earth-shaking changes, he seemed to be reborn, an inexplicable aura was already slowly shrouded in his body, this breath, if there was a cultivator here, he would definitely be shocked.

Because, this kind of aura represents a thing that countless cultivators dream of, the Dao species.

Now, this ethereal Dao seed actually appeared in the body of a mortal scholar. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's update is coming~ Yo Xi, after the probability theory exam, the mood is a lot more relaxed, okay, continue to review tomorrow, the last subject!