There is no heartbeat, even if it is a beat, half a beat. I naively thought, but I don't do what I want, this little heart just doesn't beat.

"Don't jump!" I inevitably felt a little regretful in my heart, it would be nice for anyone to die and live forever here.

The old boatman shook his head and laughed, "No, it doesn't stop, or rather, it moves at will from beginning to end." ”

"What does it mean when my heart moves at will?" ”

Meaning can be to embrace all living beings and carry all things in the world.

Meaning, it can be for the obsession in the heart.

Meaning can be the guardian of your heart.

It can also be your determination and firmness for revenge. ”

The old boatman's old bark-like face was studded with deep eyes. "There are too many meanings, and as for your intentions, you need to discover them yourself. ”

I sat down and tried to recall my memories from my life, but I couldn't recall a single thing from beginning to end, which made me feel frustrated.

The old boatman laughed, and did not bother me, and rowed the boat on his own.

The boat goes with the flow, there is no end, only a beginning.

The lime-colored moon hung low on the sea, and the gentle waves of the sea glowed with a layer of silver, distant, quiet, and boundless in the night, like a frozen lake.

The evening breeze is like the feather fan of the maid swan, blowing the warm breeze, curling around you.

The white Milky Way, like a long and transparent ribbon of tulle, floated across the sky from the northwest sky and poured down towards the southeast land.

It is surprising to see such a spectacle in this place of death, it is like a fairyland on earth, which is desirable.

On the surface of the river sprinkled with silver glow, a sail like a white lotus floated.

I admired the landscape, and although I don't know if there was such a beautiful view in my lifetime, I would like to enjoy it even more.

"Do you believe in a past life?" the old boatman suddenly interrupted my good mood to enjoy the view.

"Believe, is there really a past life?" I wondered.

"Yes. "The old boatman was very sure.

I rolled my eyes, and then said, "Does that old man know what kind of person I was when I was alive?"

The old boatman turned to look at me, and it made me feel as if I had stripped naked in front of him, as if I had seen through me.

"I don't know. "A simple two words rejected my question, but I always felt that the old boatman must know something, and then the old boatman said something that surprised and excited me.

"Still, I can show you your last life. After the old boatman finished speaking, he looked into the distance, which was a kind of memory, but also a faint sadness.

"Really? Can you really show me what kind of person I was in my last life?" I stood up excitedly.

What kind of person was I in my previous life? Superman, Immortal, Commoner, Emperor?

The more new things are, the more exciting I get, and I can't wait to discover all the unknowns.

Before I could react, the old boatman pointed between my eyebrows.

At that moment, it was as if my life and death were between his thoughts, and I didn't dare to resist, I knew that he wouldn't harm me.

I don't know why I think that, I just know it's my intuition, or trust.

A kind of consciousness suddenly came to my mind, and before I could make close contact, my eyes went black and I fainted.

When I woke up, I found that the scene in front of me was no longer the place after death, not even the boatman, and I knew that this was my past life.

Look around at the green pines, the green and lush, upright and resolute, the demeanor is thousands, overlooking the houses under the mountain, scattered and scattered, the longitudinal and horizontal....... Pleasing to the eye and refreshing!

There is a connection in the dark, like a lead leading me to a place, and before I know it, I will come to a bamboo forest.

"Come again!"

"Come again!"

The mountains on both sides are green bamboos, green fresh and gentle, the wind flows through the bamboo leaves, reminding of the bamboo forest fight in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Through the bamboo leaves, a boy can be seen slashing at the bamboo with a sword.

Looking at the boy's back, my heart suddenly tightened, the boy's immature voice had been completely forgotten by Ye Lingfeng, and at this time, the memory swept Ye Lingfeng's head like a wave.

"Daddy, can I really become as powerful as my father as long as I cut down all the bamboo forests here?" the boy said innocently to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled and stroked the boy's little head, his eyes were full of doting, patted his little head and said, "Yes, when Xiao Ze finishes cutting these bamboos, he will be stronger than his father." ”

"When I'm stronger than my father, it's time for Mo Ze to protect my father!" Mo Ze waved the sword in his hand, and his immature face looked extremely cute with his movements.

"Okay, Daddy and Mom will wait for Mo Ze to protect him. "The middle-aged man loved this boy immensely, and this was his son, Moze.

"Hey, yes!"

"Eh!"

"Come again!"

Mo Ze chops bamboo day after day.

Five years have passed, and the young boy has grown into a teenager.

The young man held a sword and his eyes were resolute.

In front of him is a bamboo forest, the sword is out of the sheath, a sword goes down the clouds and water, when he collects the sword, the bamboo forest behind is cut off.

In five years, he has transformed from young and immature to gentle and elegant, and the jade tree is in the wind. Five years, let him grow into a genius swordsman.

"Daddy, Mo Ze can protect his father and mother, right?" the young man was looking forward to the middle-aged man's affirmation.

The middle-aged man has a handsome and elegant face, like a handsome son.

"Yes, Mo Ze has grown up, and his father and mother already need Mo Ze's protection!" The middle-aged man patted the young man's head gently, and the doting in his eyes remained unchanged.

"Now that my father and mother can let Mo Ze protect him, where does Mo Ze want to go?" the middle-aged man was reluctant in his eyes, but the young man no longer needed to protect himself, he should let him fly, let him see the world.

"Daddy doesn't want Mo Ze?" The young man's eyes were full of crystal tears, and he said sadly: "Is Mo Ze doing badly?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man and said, "Good man, ambition is far away......"

"I know Daddy, and when I come back, I'll be stronger. When the time comes, I will protect my father. "The boy is as innocent as a spring breeze and happy as a kitten.

The middle-aged man had a warm current in his heart, and he held back tears of happiness to prevent them from pouring out.

"Okay, Daddy and Mother will wait for Mo Ze to come back!"

Under the cliff, one person, one sword, one package. He has clear eyebrows, very fair skin, a pair of big eyes, the sword is blue and translucent, and the sword body is straight.

He carried his sword and his package on his back and began to walk the world.

On the cliff, the middle-aged man looked at the peerless swordsman leaving, and muttered: "Good boy, don't worry about the fame of the white boy......

This world is not as beautiful as imagined, and the rivers and lakes are not as clear as they seem on the surface, but the young man plunged into the rivers and lakes with a body of blood.