The breeze blew, the curtain fluttered, but the two people in the carriage were stunned, and their eyes were confused, not only the two of them, but all the mortals on the convoy around them at this moment.

Even the girl who was squatting next to the little beast also had confusion in her eyes, but the little beast, suddenly made a hostile sound, opened its small mouth, showed its teeth, as if forgetting its injured right leg, jumped directly behind the girl, and roared at the sky.

There was a fear in its eyes, but there was a force that made it not flinch, but kept roaring, and at this time, it didn't notice that there was a little blood on the bandage of its right leg.

"Life and death are endless, life and death are endless, good deeds are the result of today's life... In the future, there will be a cycle, but there will be a life and death..."The voice of vicissitudes of life echoed the heavens and the earth, but with a faint understanding.

The little beast's body trembled, but it still roared, its eyes were full of agility, staring at the sky, it could feel that in the surrounding heaven and earth, there was a breath that almost suffocated it, but at this moment, it was unwilling to retreat!

A sigh came slowly, and gradually disappeared, and the little beast's eyes showed confusion, with its unfully opened mind, but it did not know what the meaning of the sound came into its ears, but the moment the voice fell into its ears, it was like a flower in front of its eyes, and it saw a scene.

An old woman in her twilight years, lying in a very luxurious room, her face full of wrinkles, can not cover her kind face, although it is at the time of dying, but the old woman's eyes, but there is no cloudiness, closed her eyes with a smile, suddenly a huge beast, fell from the sky, after the beast fell, looked at the old woman deeply, opened his mouth and spit out a white breath, permeated the old woman's body, and then left.

"Baby," the old woman opened.

The illusion disappeared, the little beast's eyes were more confused, the breeze blew, swept away everything, everyone in the carriage was sober, as if they didn't know everything just now, even the little girl, she didn't notice it, smiled, turned to look at the little beast, and said softly: "Little baby... Go home. ”

In the landscape, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with a panicked face, ran quickly, his eyes revealed a sense of fear, as if he had encountered something extremely terrible.

Behind him, a woman in black, with a sneer and hatred in her eyes, kept catching up, and every time she chased in, she immediately raised the long sword in her hand and stabbed it fiercely, leaving blood marks on the man's body, and then laughed bitterly.

"Dog thief, you ruined my family, but today, it fell into my hands, if I don't kill you, I will be ashamed of heaven and earth!"

The breeze blew, but the man with a panicked and frightened face was immediately dazed in his eyes, and even the woman in black behind him was also confused, and the sword in his hand was raised, but it did not fall.

"It's another life and death..."The voice of the vicissitudes of life echoed, with a sigh, and left far away.

The breeze swept away, the woman regained consciousness, sneered, stabbed with a sword, cut off the head of the middle-aged man, she still opened the sword in her hand, with tears, knelt to the north, and cried: "Xianggong, the slave family has taken revenge!

In a city, there was a drizzle and fell to the ground, but I saw that there were flower umbrellas everywhere, pedestrians were in a hurry, and the water under their feet was splashed by people coming and going, and there were ripples.

One after another... It seems that every ripple is a cycle of life and death, which lasts for a long time, blends into heaven and earth, and becomes a part of heaven and earth.

There is wind in the rain, and this wind blows, as if it can blow away the ripples, but even if it is scattered, it is only for a moment, and after a while, with the footsteps of pedestrians, the ripples resurface, as if there is no end.

In the distance, a group of people dressed in white walked slowly in mourning, and behind them, a coffin was carried, moving with the people, in this rainy day. Walking towards the city gate, the sound of crying echoed, and the pedestrians around met and immediately avoided them one by one.

As the procession progressed, pieces of yellow paper were scattered, as if representing the relatives of the deceased, opening the way to the underworld and sending them peace. In the cry, there are truths, falsehoods, sorrows, and excitement... The breeze blew, with a sigh of vicissitudes, surrounding the surroundings "Death, but the end of everything... Everything can be destroyed with death...", the ethereal voice echoed, as if asking himself.

"But will it be the beginning of everything again... The cycle of life and death..."

The joy and sorrow in the crying was true or false, but it was wordless, answering this question, so that the voice of vicissitudes of life gradually dissipated and left.

In a planet with only mortals, thousands of troops are approaching the main palace, standing on top of the imperial palace, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe looks angrily ahead, and there is a strong sadness on his body.

Among the soldiers and horses below, there was a person walking out, but this person was wearing armor and his appearance was extremely powerful, if you look closely, it is somewhat similar to the man in the yellow robe.

"Father, you are old, don't live up to the throne!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe had even more sadness in his eyes, and in the silence, a fresh wind blew in the imperial city, making all the soldiers around him immediately confused.

"What kind of life and death is this... Reincarnation" The weak voice went away with the wind, far away from the imperial city, permeating the heavens and the earth, blowing everywhere, and feeling the changes in the immortal heart.

Wang Mo has been going all the way, constantly confirming his immortal heart, among which there are confusion, doubts, and incomprehension, the world is so big, there is no end, it is very difficult to explore, it is very difficult.

With the wind, Wang Mo seemed to have a dream, in the dream, he became all mortals and beasts in this heaven and earth, and their words and deeds were all seen, felt, and enlightened by Wang Mo.

He saw the birth of a baby, the return of the old man, the affection of his parents, the admiration of his lover, the parting, the reunion, the goodness of human nature, and the endless evil.

"In the end... What, it's the immortal heart..."Wang Mo was confused, saw all this, but in the end, there was still no answer, he kept pursuing, constantly searching, and constantly confirmed, but it was more and more... Confused.

The aura on the earth star is even thicker, this thickness, with a trace of doubt, all those who spit will immediately be immersed in the mysterious realm, as if with the spit, they have become a part of this earth star, their thinking, at this moment, is controlled by a strange force, and they can't help themselves, with that strange power, to pursue a result.

Wang Mo's pursuit has always continued, and time has passed slowly, but for him, it seems to have no end, always permeating the world and integrating into this heaven and earth.

At sunset, in a village, in the private school, many children had already left, but there was only one boy, who was sweeping there, and the breeze blew, and the boy's body was shaken, and his eyes showed a bright light, and he put down the broom in his hand, and turned to walk to the place where the husband lived.

"Sir, the student is puzzled!"

"What's the confusion?" said a sagacious mortal old man as the door opened, and walked out, speaking gently.

"Sir, do you know, what is the fairy heart?" the young man looked at the old man and said calmly.

The old man was stunned, glanced at the young man, flicked his sleeves, and said, "The old man is talking about all things and human beings, and there is no fairy heart!"

The young man was silent, turned to leave, the breeze sent his body, but he drifted away, the young man's body trembled, and he regained consciousness, but his mind was confused about what he had done before.

In the small city, an old man who was highly respected and admired by everyone in the city lit an oil lamp in the middle of the night, and in the study, picked up the frontispiece and was about to look at it.

The breeze blew and fell into the room, the oil lamp flickered on and off, the old man raised his head, but there was an extra vicissitudes of sound in the room.

"You are the most respected person in this city, do you know, what is the fairy heart?"

The old man's face turned pale instantly, the head of his hand fell to the ground, his eyes showed fear, and he said tremblingly: "You... You're a human or a ghost!"

"What, is life and death?" The voice of vicissitudes of life echoed again, the old man took a deep breath, forced his composure, and said in a trembling voice: "The old man doesn't understand, what is... Fairy Heart"

In the sigh, the voice disappeared far away, and the room returned to normal, but the old man was no longer in the mood to read.

In the capital, in the school, countless students held books and read aloud, and an old man in white clothes in front of him held his beard with his right hand and a smile on his face.

At this moment, the breeze blew, and one of the young men immediately put down the scroll in his hand, stood up, and said calmly: "Sir, do you know what a fairy heart is!"

The young man's voice appeared, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down, and the old man's face was unhappy, and he said in a deep voice: "This day, it is the fairy heart!"

The boy shook his head, and when he sat down, his body trembled, but it returned to normal, only the wind, when no one noticed, blew out of the school.

The wind dispersed, and for a while, among the mortals in the entire five star fields, almost all the literati were asked about this by various opportunities, but in the end, the answers were different, but none of them said it clearly.

In the confusion, Wang Mo was immersed in this dream, constantly pursuing, there was no end, he seemed to be able to incarnate innumerable, looking for the true meaning of the fairy heart!!

On this day, the old man who was once questioned by Wang Mo and respected by the whole city was tossing and turning at home, and he didn't calm down for a long time, as if he only needed to calm down, and the sound of vicissitudes of life immediately echoed in his ears.

He sighed, picked up the oil umbrella, and walked out in the rain, wandering down the road of the small town, his eyes showing confusion. "What, it's the fairy heart... I asked myself about my knowledge, and I could see through everything in this world, but I was completely stopped by the words of that ghostly thing... What is a fairy heart..."

In the confusion, the old man unconsciously came to the side of the river in the north of the city, on the river, there was an old man, the old man was wearing a robe, wearing a hat, sitting next to the river, casting a net in his hand, capturing the old man in the river who was respected by the whole city Looking at all this, as if there was no focus in his eyes, he muttered to himself: "What is the fairy heart??"