This young man is Li Shuishan, wearing a green robe, holding a silent long sword in his hand, and a layer of hot mist is steaming from the periphery of the robe.

His eyes looked left and right, as if he was hesitating, the corners of his mouth shrank, and he seemed to be helpless to follow him with the bookshelf on his back, and there was a little sweat on his pale face, which still couldn't stop his eyes from stubbornly looking up. Looking at the lack of ethereal flying, the wind of the bones and muddy body, the lack of blood and blood that ordinary people have, and the feeling of weakness and hopelessness swept the whole picture.

He is very ordinary, without any outstanding points of light.

There was a faint death in his eyes, which was a kind of hidden energy under the precipitation of years, and in his own opinion, it was no different. Only a few inches of mist were instantly transformed, and he was left looking at the snow here, stretching out the palms of his robes, chapped lips, and coughing dryly.

The disappointment in his eyes turned to timidity, and the scene slowed down, and under the evolution of ripples, a small area of stillness began.

The two plum blossom elders who appeared in the picture were extremely old, showing a sinister and questioning smile, and their eyes were blood-red and cruel. There was a hook of thin thread on it, clasping their necks, and although they were all the same, there was still some struggle in their eyes. Above their hideous souls, an extremely thick black line emerged, tugging at the souls. There was also a small thin line on the top of the cat's head, but it was not obvious.

Li Shuishan, who was wearing a green robe, did not have anything unusual, his movements became slower and slower, and he was able to observe clearly and raise his hand and let go, and even the backlight in the eyes of the second elder plum blossom could be clearly observed. The moment they saw the fairy sword, their souls received a great shock, and a little ghost with three heads appeared, hugging their necks tightly, making them breathless, revealing surprise and fear.

Li Shuishan showed a shocked expression.

As the fairy sword was recognized by the two elders of the plum blossom in surprise, everything around him began to speed up, and he saw Li Shuishan coming with the wind and snow, walked to the plum blossom grove, looked at the flying snow all over the ground, sighed quietly, and meditated. And the fairy sword in his hand showed a murderous gaze, and the purple color on the plum tree flowers showed a sense of evil, which was indeed a kind of beauty.

But Li Shuishan didn't like it.

Every time Li Shuishan took a breath, this purple aura would spread all over the surrounding space, and then it would be inhaled into his nose without the slightest notice, but the purple substance in his body would condense into a small mass and gradually become an impurity.

He couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty, and he felt a little disturbed.

When the old ancestor tree shouted: Purple is poisonous.

Li Shuishan didn't figure out what kind of toxin purple had, whether it was just a strong binding and suppression of the spirit race, but harmless to the human race.

When he entered Nameless City, he did inhale a lot, and at most he felt a little grumpy and irritable.

Then, Li Shuishan touched the purple plum blossoms, glowing with incomprehensible purple, bewitching beauty. The fairy sword in his hand was like an ordinary piece of iron, and there was a fierce consciousness hidden in it, like a thin needle piercing into his mind, and when his mind was condensed on the flower, the pain numbed his body.

The sword falls to the ground.

His steps were unsteady, the snowflakes stained on his eyebrows were hexagonal, with a painful hideousness, and a small sword appeared in the Misty Mountain, but he couldn't see any sword shape in it, just a sharp ball of light.

One

The stimulating sensation of the Tao swirled along the annual rings of the plum tree, slowly shortening, pulling in the distance between each ripple, trying to see clearly the existence and a thin line above his head, grasping the thin line stretched by his body, this winding thin line was constantly forming, from blurry to clear. As the picture quickens, I see that every plum tree, and all the living things in the distance, are like this.

I don't know what it is, but it makes people feel like a puppet.

The shape of the sword light is full of killing intent.

Its target was Li Shuishan, like a tiger opening its mouth, quickly approaching Li Shuishan like a wolf hunting in the night, and resurfaced in his heart. It felt a strong sense of comfort, a hissing that was at odds with a sword that had been completely silent. As he said 'Meditation' silently, a little blood burst out of his eyes, and the snow he saw changed color. Li Shuishan knew that this was the restriction of the small Dao heart, and it was a feeling of being absent.

The sword light paused slightly, and stopped the hideous killing intent.

Under this scene, Li Shuishan had a lot of ideas, and now he looked at himself from the perspective of a bystander, and he saw Ni Duan, especially the eyes in the fairy sword, like a person, but he couldn't remember who it was?

The savage heart of the fairy sword was tightly buckled, as if it had yielded, but it was a false intention.

Li Shuishan, who was wearing a green robe, opened his eyes slightly, revealing a trace of enlightenment on his body, but it was not strong.

Covered by the wind and snow, his heart was cold, and this coldness was emitted from the inside out, but he couldn't detect it. picked up the fairy sword, the picture sped up, listened to the words of the little plum tree, and was about to go to the place where the wind and snow came, and heard the call of the old plum tree.

After following the path, the plum tree senior talked to him.

When Li Shuishan stepped into it, the gentle water spring that appeared, and the face suddenly appeared, everything here just fused with the wooden stone cave where Li Shuishan was, and the old plum tree in reality and the picture spoke at the same time: "Little friend." ”

Li Shuishan looked suspicious, looking at the ripples completely still, they were all twisting the stiffness on their faces, and asked, "Years and years?"

Then he asked, "Heavenly Machine...."

Before he could finish speaking, he stopped abruptly.

The old plum tree's face was filled with a heavy dead air, and the disappeared branches were repulsed, and the cortex of the roots behind him was removed, and the old face slowly drooped, but he still struggled to say the last two words: "Commandments. Life.."

The ripples in the picture did not continue to be deduced because its time had come.

Staying at the overlap of past memories and reality, the original fusion scene is transformed into conflict, mixed with the face of the plum tree that comes out later. One has a childish face, and the other is lifeless. They also overlapped, asking in unison, "Who am I?"

It's asking where it came from.

And the sound of the call in the air, removing the shadows of the stars in the night, is an old saying of vicissitudes. The decision that the old plum tree senior had waited for so long was answered, and its indelible pursuit mood was more comforted, and it murmured, "Although it is bitter, it is good to return to its own place." ”

Only it knows where the place that called it is.

There is also a thin thread entanglement on the body of the old plum blossom predecessor in the picture who is about to dissipate, but Li Shuishan does not have it, just an empty person

Shadow.

His face was childish, full of curiosity and timidity.

The old plum tree's body collapsed and slowly dissipated, leaving half of the face, showing kindness, and apologized: "I can't help you." ”

Li Shuishan lowered his head, his eyes were confused, looking at the old plum blossom tree that had dissipated, and the wooden stone cave that had returned to calm, turned into an open space, showing the starry sky outside, looking at the stars all over the place, twinkling little by little. It's the old plum tree predecessor who didn't see the smile before.

In fact, he didn't know why it wanted to help Li Shuishan see his fate. Why do you have to exhaust all your chakra power and laugh at the memories of your life, this is an extremely painful thing.

Li Shuishan felt that this was both a punishment and a reward.

He has filtered the memories of the plum tree predecessors from beginning to end, and the only feeling is sadness.

When the Taoist told him about the heavenly machine and fate, he already understood that the theory of his own fate was like a puzzle, because no one could know, even if he was a Taoist who had explored deeply, he could touch his head, think about the laws of the sky, and understand the heavenly machine? At that time, when he entered the topic of fate, it was to wander in the spring.

The introduction to life and death is in a choice of the self, which is the Taoist who continues to tell it about the feelings in his heart after telling the morality of "Lin Xi Xing", and the focus is still on choice.

How to choose for each person is to choose life, and for it, to choose the direction of survival.

Li Shuishan stood in place, quietly looking at the night when no one was around, and in the open space in front of him, there was a big pit after the snow had melted, and there was a puddle of water in it, and the moonlight was reflected down.

The crescent moon is crooked, and the heart is uneven.

He raised his palm, pretending to be able to push aside the stars and see the empty night, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

The feeling of the night was like the fall of snow, giving him a kind of yearning, a calm reflection.

The starless night is different, it is a night that no one understands, it is a night that no one understands. Only the calm eyes of looking up at the moon, there was no light, there was not the slightest impurity to speak of, but was this what he needed? No matter the wind in front of him drifted down on his face, he always carefully watched the darkness of the night coming, quietly touched his skin, savored carefully, how to see the wonders of the night, but did not have the slightest nostalgia.

He even felt the loss of time, saw things and people, the collapse and departure of lives, the hatred that had wishes but could not be understood, and the sorrow and separation in joys and sorrows, but was the world he saw really so dark? Why didn't he see any laughter.

Perhaps, this is why he can't stop dreams, he likes to indulge in the feeling of being in them, and he can't even extricate himself from it. This is both an escape and a disappointment. He carefully reviewed what he had done, pulled out the peachwood sword, and touched the clear runes on it, with an ordinary but willing to bloom brilliant sound, obviously he also liked this dark night.

He looked up at the sky again, his hands clenched tightly.

He has sorrow in his heart, why can't he shed a single tear? He can see the night, he can see anyone like him, he can see countless stars, but he can't see himself.

Is it only you who likes the night? No, there are ghosts, demons, demons.