If 100 years is one cycle, then 600 years is six cycles.

If a year is 365 days, then how many days is 600 years?

Liu Yufeng didn't have time to calculate. As the mysterious Taoist in his dream waved the dust and said "Go", he entered the world of Hetu, his consciousness and his body could not help himself,

At first, Liu Yufeng felt that he was rising to the sky, as if he was a young man who was unwilling to be trapped in the sky, and wanted to rush into the nine heavens that mortals could not touch, and fight to the death against the sky that controlled the fate of the people.

Immediately afterward, Liu Yufeng felt that he was stumbling and sinking, as if he was a demon who had been sent to the eighteenth layer of hell, and he was about to fall into the Nine Springs that good people could not enter, and he would not be able to transcend eternal life.

Whether it is flying or falling, Liu Yufeng can't tell the difference.

He heard many, many voices, and saw many, many images.

The first thing I saw was the fallen people of the end of the world sitting in the endless wine shop. Outside the wine shop, a young man in green was chanting: "In the past, there were real celebrities, and they came out of Yanjing with a sword..."

The young man held the sword in both hands and shouted wildly: "I'm not wrong!"

Then what I saw was a demon man who was pierced through his chest by the ancient Taoist sword in the blood-colored abyss full of white bones. Above the abyss, a sword immortal descended from the sky, and chanted the true chapter of the heavenly sound: "My sword is an immortal, and I am free in the sea of clouds..."

The sword immortal raised his sword finger and shouted: "Sword - break the cocoon!"

What I saw next was that he was chased by a six-clawed black dragon in the tomb of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and drunk on a white horse. The white horse drunk galloped wildly, and raised his gun and shouted: "The ancestors are above, and the white horse is drunk in the lower state, willing to defend the city with flesh and blood, willing to build mountains and rivers with muscles and bones, and willing to throw heads and spill blood for the Han land for all generations..."

The little perverted woman standing on the boulder, crossed her waist with one hand, and raised her arms with the other hand and shouted: "Kill them!"

Then what I saw was myself who flew to the head of Luoyang City in a controlled manner.

Someone behind him was shouting, "Where are you going?"

"Brother Jade, come back quickly!"

What I saw next was Su Ruyi, who followed him to Meishan. Su Ru, who was coldly looked at by the Meishan boy, sat alone under the starry sky, and kept chanting the poems he heard from the storyteller's mouth: "Xinfeng wine fights ten thousand, how many years have Xianyang rangers." The meeting spirit is the king's drink, and the horse is a high-rise building with a weeping willow side..."

The Meishan boy looked at the note he left with "My brother forgive me", stood motionless on the table, and said: "The biggest mistake I made in my life was to put pen, ink, paper and inkstone here. ”

Then I saw that he was rescued by Su Ru from the river.

Su Ru kicked him who was unconscious with all his might, and kept scolding: "You fucking dare to rob Lao Tzu's mother-in-law, Lao Tzu let you rob, let you rob..."

"I'm tired of Lao Tzu!"

The next thing I saw was that bloody night. Estimating Jianqiu, he led sixty-four martial arts masters to the Guiding Mountain, first killing Shen Ling's mother, and then besieging and killing the Dragon Swordsman.

The light of the sword flashed in the torrential rain, and the blood was blown into fog by the strong wind. It fell on Liu Yufeng's face.

Shaped like a mad wolf, Jian Qiu kept swinging his sword at the dragon swordsman, and kept roaring: "You can die!"

"Die, die, why aren't you dead? You're dying!"

"Dead, dead, you're finally dead..."

Then I saw faces intertwined with blood. Those faces are all faces that died for Liu Yufeng.

They used their last breath and instructed Liu Yufeng: "Don't cry, don't bow your head, don't... Bow to them..."

The next thing I saw was the mother who used her body to block a knife for her father when her father was dying.

The mother prostrated on her father's chest, crying and laughing, and asked, "In the next life... You... I am also willing to marry... Marry me?"

"Feng'er, don't cry, you can't cry..."

"You can't cry and bow your head, you can't bow your head to them..."

...

Many, many voices, many, many pictures, surged like a tide in front of Liuyufeng's eyes and ears. The voices, the pictures, became more and more noisy, more and more chaotic, as if hundreds of people appeared together, hundreds of people were talking together.

It also seems to be a book full of pages, constantly turning in the wind.

Fleeting. Even a person with a glance and ten lines can't see clearly.

There was not even time left for Liu Yufeng to be sad.

Liu Yufeng found that the pictures that appeared in front of him were from near to far. It is like a river of time that is flowing backwards, like an endless road of memory, extending to the source.

The pictures and sounds that he could see and hear clearly were nine times out of ten that he had personally experienced. And those pictures and sounds that cannot be seen or heard clearly are unseen and unheard.

It wasn't his memory, he figured.

In those increasingly chaotic images, he saw all kinds of things in the world.

Among them, there is life and death, there is love and hatred, and there is love and hatred.

There are the Jin Ge Iron Horse in the north of the Saibei, and the apricot rain fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are saints who ascend the throne and reign over the world; singing and dancing will rise to peace, and the country and the people will be safe.

There are beacon fires everywhere, wars and chaos in China, barren mountains of white bones, and the destruction of human beings.

There are four seasons like spring, prosperous paradise everywhere, there is darkness, the river of blood drifting purgatory.

There is Qionglou Yuyu located on the top of the clouds, and there is a nightmare hidden capital buried deep under the back soil.

Liu Yufeng, who kept shuttling in countless fantasy pictures, was getting farther and farther away from the original world, and the world he saw in his eyes was no longer the world he was familiar with. He had entered a completely strange world. A world where you don't feel like you exist.

He didn't know how long these images would last, he didn't know how far this memory path would have to go back, he only knew that his consciousness, which seemed to have been manipulated, had become blurred unconsciously.

He felt like he had become a leaf flying into the wind.

There is no thought, no temperature, no heartbeat, no weight, and can only drift with the wind to unknown places.

He fell asleep involuntarily in the wind, and he couldn't even look at the scene in front of him.

He heard the wind blowing in his ears.

Someone in the wind shouted: "Brother Yufeng, Brother Yufeng..."

"Do you know how long the fuck have you been asleep? Do you know that if you go back to sleep, you won't wake up..."

He could hear who was shouting. He wanted to answer the voices, he wanted to wake up. But he couldn't.

The voices grew smaller and smaller, and the small ones disappeared into his ears along with the sound of the wind.

His mind was completely silent.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know what happened in the middle, but when Liu Yufeng opened his eyes, he was greeted by a huge ancient tree.

The ancient tree could not be named, but its huge branches stretched out like human arms.

On the light gray bark, ravines three or four fingers deep grow. It's like shallow streams flowing quietly.

Liu Yufeng heard a soft sound that made people's scalps tingle.

The sound came from the three fist-sized holes in his body.

He obviously thought it was incredible, but he didn't feel the slightest sense of incredible.

He only felt that his chest was empty, as if something vital was missing.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch my chest, and then I felt the hole that appeared in my chest.

In the hole, there is no heartbeat.

Only a few new and immediately withered flesh buds wriggled slightly.