"Thy word, live, thy word, die. The old boatman snorted coldly, "Your way is the way of life and death, and it is also the way of man and the way of the soul." ”

"The way of man?" he looked at his face reflected in the water, handsome and beautiful, with carved facial features.

His life began when he was born and picked up a wooden sword. As he practiced his sword day after day against the bamboo, the calluses on his hands fell off layer by layer, and new ones grew again.

Until he stepped into the rivers and lakes with a sword and traveled through the world.

When he returned home, he was heartbroken to see his parents' tombstones.

When he meets the other half of his heart, be that pair of happy mandarin ducks.

When she left him, she was lonely again, borrowing wine to kill her sorrows, waiting for the beautiful woman.

Until he mustered up the courage to hold the sword for her, stepped on the stars for her, and was born and died for her.

To him, he broke into the Gongsun Mansion alone for her, heard her cold-blooded ruthlessness, and died here.

Scenes echoed in his mind, like a movie projection, and the scenes changed one by one.

"Do you want to live?" interrupted the old boatman.

Mo Ze looked at the old boatman, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

In his heart, he has a thorough understanding of the Tao of life and death, the Tao of life and death, death and heaven and earth, born in reincarnation.

He can start over and be reincarnated for a hundred lifetimes.

"I live to live and die to die.

I'm waiting for you to rise to the top in your next life, and you'll be able to travel all over the world, even if it's the immortal king, even if it's a god, it won't stop you. ”

The old boatman's wrinkled face looked at Mo Ze seriously.

The old boatman raised his hand, his hand was full of endless vitality, and between his eyebrows when he touched Mo Ze, that vitality turned into spring, and Mo Ze bathed in this spring light. His soul body began to dissipate, and it was not annihilation, but birth, and he would re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"What's your name?" Moze asked before stepping into reincarnation.

"Forget me, you can call me the ferryman. ”

As soon as the old boatman finished speaking, Mo Ze had disappeared and stepped into reincarnation.

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In Ye Lingfeng's mind, he lived his life from his perspective. He is Moze, and Moze is him.

Hearing the Tao this time, it was like an initiation in his mind.

This force formed by life and death gradually perfected his unformed sea of consciousness, and finally formed a perfect sea of consciousness.

This power did not stop, and his sea of consciousness was still growing, refining his divine soul, and finally forming the sea of divine souls.

Ye Lingfeng opened his eyes, and a light came out, his eyes had already read all the states of the world and the vicissitudes of life.

"The way of life and death, Mo Ze?" Ye Lingfeng muttered to himself, looked at the old boatman and said, "I am Mo Ze?"

The old boatman smiled and said, "No, Mo Ze is your last life. ”

"And who the hell am I?" I asked.

"You better first comprehend the path of life and death that you realized in your previous life. The old boatman interrupted his thoughts, and he sat down to realize the way of life and death.

Ten days later

Around his body, a breath of life bloomed, and the wind carrying the breath of spring blew his scattered hair;

A month later

Around him, the breath of life had disappeared without a trace, and the breath of death had reappeared.

The smell is so strong that it makes people despair.

In his soul sea, an endless avenue breath, one life and one death, contains an infinite magnificent power.

"Life and death!" the old boatman was surprised, although he had already thought that he could comprehend success, but he was still a little surprised, "However, it is only a little, but it is enough for you." ”

"Now, do you remember who you are?"

"I am... Night Wind!" Around Night Wind, that rich vitality bloomed, as if it wanted to ignite his body.

In the Imperial Mausoleum, Ye Lingfeng's body was lying on the ground with a big hole in his chest, and his blood was still dry, like a dried corpse. In his soul sea, the extinguished flame of life emitted a faint light, and this fire warmed Ye Lingfeng's body.

As the flame of life rekindled, his organs began to work again, and the blood appeared drop by drop, re-entering the circulation to work.

But the big hole in his chest was still there, and there was no sign of recovery.

"This is your sword. With a wave of his hand, the old boatman saw a sword appear out of thin air.

The sword is blue and translucent, and the body is straight. It emits a faint blue light that shines on people's hearts.

This sword accompanied Mo Ze for the rest of his life, and he would not abandon it until the moment he died. The name of this sword is Blue Sky, and since Mo Ze picked up this sword, this sword has been extraordinary.

Extraordinary people, extraordinary swords, really a perfect match.

"This sword has accompanied him all his life, and now it has transformed from an ordinary iron sword into a half-step holy sword that is unique in ten thousand, if he can step into the immortal king, this sword can also step into the holy level. "The old boatman handed me the sword, and I looked at it with an indescribable familiarity, like an old friend who had met again for many years.

"Your cultivation is still shallow, and you can't control this sword, I can give you two choices. ”

"Keep this sword in your soul sea all the time, and when you break through to the Junction, you will be able to control this sword. There is also a companionship, just like Mo Ze did back then, growing up with you. This sword has been with Mo Ze all his life, and he has a trace of his soul that can help you in times of crisis. ”

"I choose a companion. ”

"Good. A glimmer of appreciation flashed in the old boatman's eyes.

A blue light shot out from his hand, and a blue light covered the blue sky sword body, blocking its original light.

"Force out a drop of your blood. The old boatman looked at me and said.

I gritted my teeth, and it took a long time to force out a drop of essence blood, and when this drop of essence blood was forced out, my face turned pale and my body was weak.

The old boatman fused his essence and blood into this sword, and as my essence blood fused with the sword, I had an inseparable connection with the sword in the underworld. I'm here, the sword is there.

"This sword is yours now, take a name. ”

"Isn't it called Blue Sky?" I wondered.

"His name was Blue Sky when he followed Moze, but now that he's yours, you can change your name. The old boatman explained.

I thought about it for a long time, and I spoke: "It's still called Blue Sky Sword"

"Why?" said the old boatman, curious.

"Since Mo Ze is my previous life, I am him, and he is me. Then this sword will not change, and it will not change in the future. "I can't accept Mo Ze in my previous life in a short period of time, because it's like a dream, the power of the Tribulation Period, what a high realm this is!

The old boatman nodded and said with a smile, "I think it's time for you to go." ”

I was stunned and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go where you need to go. The old boatman said with a smile, his smile kind.

"How do you get out?"

"You know. ”

"I don't know!"

"Well, think about it yourself. ”

"What do I think?" I feel like he's playing tricks on me, what are I thinking? I don't even know what I'm going to do, I want to be a fart!

"Then you're probably going to have to stay here for the rest of your life. The old boatman touched his beard and said seriously.

I'm all over the black line, I'll stay here all my life? No, no, no, there must be a way to get out.

I stared at the old boatman, and with a roll of my eyes, there it was!

The old boatman looked at the deep heat in my gaze and felt bad.

"Old boatman, how high are you to cultivate?" I asked with malicious intentions.

"I'm the only one here, what am I going to do!" replied the old boatman, and his uneasiness intensified.

"Oh, that means you don't have a cultivation?" I asked again, not sure if he had a cultivation.

The old boatman nodded, not daring to look me in the eye.

"Hee-hee, old boatman, will you tell me how to get out?" I looked at him with a smile, a wicked smile with a little evil spirit.

"You find a way to get out on your own, according to the rules, I can't tell you. "The old boatman is a little scared of me now, but he knows I won't hurt him. But, there are always bad things that happen.

"Hmph, old thing, tell me how to get out, or I'll strip you naked. ”

I slammed my foot on the stool and put on a fierce expression that was indescribably funny and lovely on my immature face.

But the old boatman didn't think so.