There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

A maple leaf floats down from the tree and lands on a bluestone. In the cave next to the bluestone, a red-robed disciple opened his eyes.

His hair is black, his eyes are like stars, and his appearance is as handsome as a god, although he is just sitting on a bluestone bed, but his momentum is as independent as a distant mountain, solemn as the breeze of Panasonic, high and slow.

"It's finally here......"

There was a gleam in his eyes, and his eyes looked at nothingness through the vicissitudes of life, as if he had seen the endless distant shore through the cave.

"I've been dormant for three thousand years, just to find a reincarnation disk for you. Qing'er, I'll go to reincarnation to find you......"

Suddenly, something seemed to bulge between his eyebrows, about to break through the flesh and arch out. He stretched out his hand and pressed the foreign object back, and sighed faintly: "Xiao Yingsuo, you can't persuade me." I'm just going to move forward, and I'm not going to listen to the words of the loser. ”

Suddenly, nine bells rang in the sky.

......

Fang Shili sat cross-legged in the room, and the fourth meridian in his body emitted a faint hum. His grim face widened slightly.

After a year of cultivation, his cultivation finally reached the fourth layer of condensation. The aura was continuously ingested into the meridians through the spirit gathering array, and I don't know how much aura was submerged into the body before the fourth meridian stopped drying up slightly.

When I opened my eyes, the sun and the shadow of Taiyin in my left and right eyes flashed away.

"There are still more than a month before the big competition of the sect, why are nine bells ringing now?"

Fang Shili stood up.

He is now seventeen, and it is the year of the elephant dance. Six feet long, a white robe swayed slightly under the gathering of aura. The face is delicate and handsome, and a pair of eyes are clear and clear, like black jade paint, bright like stars, reflecting a river of spring water.

Compared with the sharp energy when he first condensed his pulses, he is now restrained again, just like the young scholars in the past.

Where the bell rings nine times, the disciples of the Forgotten Life Sect, regardless of the inner or outer sects, as long as they are in the sect, they all need to go to the Forgotten Life Terrace.

Fang Shili's speed was not slow, but when he came to the Forgotten Life Terrace, this place was already full of people.

The Forgotten Terrace is located in the very center of the Forgotten Sect, and it is the place where the sect compares, and when there is a major matter to be discussed, the disciples will be summoned here.

This platform is said to be a platform, but it is extremely huge, with a radius of hundreds of miles, which can accommodate thousands of people to perform on it. I don't know what kind of material is used for this table, and who made it, it is pitch black like ink dyeing during the day, but at night it will turn into an extremely white color, like a flawless huge white jade.

As soon as he arrived here, he heard someone in the distance greeting him: "Senior Brother Fang, here!"

He looked over, but saw Zhao Guantai leaning against the edge of the dark Forgotten Life Platform, waving his hand excitedly to himself, his snow-white teeth shining in the sun.

There was a pretty woman standing next to this guy, and she was quite close to him. This woman was dressed in a red robe, and she turned out to be a disciple of the Inner Sect. There were many male disciples around who looked at Zhao Guantai with hostile eyes at the moment, and there were also those who were jealous and those who were disdainful. There are thousands of disciples in the audience, but he is the most popular.

Fang Shili came to him and first said to the woman: "Fang Shili has seen Senior Sister. “

The woman hurriedly returned the salute.

He smiled at Zhao Guantai again: "Senior Brother Zhao, I haven't congratulated you on stepping into the third layer of the condensation vein. ”

Zhao Guantai smiled: "Senior brother, don't scold me, it is estimated that even if you have not reached the peak of the third layer of the condensation vein, you will reach the late stage of the third layer of the condensation vein, right?"

As he spoke, he pinched the small hand of the pretty woman in red next to him, and the woman's cheeks suddenly turned red.

Pulling her hand back in disgust, the woman smiled at Zhao Guantai and said, "Your cultivation is too low, I can't see that Senior Brother Fang is already a fourth-layer cultivator of the condensation vein, and he has already stepped into the middle stage of the condensation vein." ”

She hated that iron could not become steel: "Until now, you can only be the third layer of the condensation vein, and you still refuse to ask for my spirit stone, won't you step into the foundation building for the rest of your life?"

Zhao Guantai was silent, just touched his nose and smiled.

At this time, the audience was already overcrowded, and many disciples gathered, and the momentum was magnificent. The red and white robes are blended together, which makes it even more magnificent. At this moment, under the influence of the momentum of this boundless crowd, everyone is in high spirits, and the three thousand disciples have already arrived!

Fang Shili's divine consciousness wandered through the crowd for a moment, and he was suddenly stunned.

If you don't count the disciples under the stage, the total number of them is three thousand and thirteen!

Among them, the disciples of the outer sect should have numbered two thousand seven hundred, but now they are two thousand seven hundred and twelve, twelve more out of thin air.

And the group of people who fought with him under the moonlit night when he was condensing veins ten miles ago a year and a half, except for the dead one and Bai Yu, those who escaped were eleven.

Who else is there?

The disciples of the Inner Sect should have been three hundred, but now they have become three hundred and one. He sensed it carefully, but found that the eleven divine sense imprints he had left on the day Elder Bai preached on the day they spoke corresponded to the disciples who attacked and killed him on the night of the eleven months. Then there is an extra inner sect disciple and an outer sect disciple, and I can't find it myself.

What is the origin of these extra thirteen people? Why didn't the three thousand disciples and elders of the Forgetful Life Sect notice it?

Fang Shili groaned in his heart.

A few rays of light fell, and a few people appeared on the stage. Fang Shili looked up, he was familiar with most of these people.

One was the bearded man he met in the Muwang Palace when he entered the sect in the past, as well as Elder Bai and Elder Qiu, and there were two people next to him that he didn't know, one was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face in a green robe, and the other was a beautiful woman.

The green-robed elder stood in the middle of the crowd, looked at the disciples in the audience, and said lightly: "This year's Dabi is canceled, and the ownership of the cave mansion is not decided by Dabi. ”

The audience suddenly burst into an uproar, and the disciples whispered.

"Be quiet for Lao Tzu!"

The bearded man snorted coldly, and his voice was like thunder.

The audience stopped abruptly in an instant, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say a word again.

The green-robed man smiled: "Since there will be no big competition, then there will naturally be other ways to determine the ownership of the cave mansion." ”

As soon as these words came out, the Forgotten Life Platform suddenly shook violently, and the original surface that was as bright as a mirror suddenly cracked one after another. The cracks in the pitch-black Forgetfulness Platform are extremely white inside, forming a huge visual conflict. Fang Shili's divine sense swept it, but he found that this white gap was bottomless, and there was no change at all in the place where his divine sense reached.

"The path of reincarnation has been opened, and you wait for you to enter the path of reincarnation, and you will be ranked according to the distance of the path. Those with high rankings will naturally get superior cave mansions. ”

"You wait and get ready, and enter the cycle in an hour!"

After that, the elders all sat cross-legged and waited with their eyes closed.

A red-robed disciple touched his head and muttered, "Reincarnation path...... Why do you seem to have some impressions......"

An extremely beautiful female disciple of the Inner Sect next to her also frowned and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, you also feel this way, and so do I, but I am sure that I have never heard of this reincarnation before. ”

The disciples were puzzled, but they all sat down under the stage of forgetting their lives, and they wanted to adjust their state to the best. After all, the ranking on the road of reincarnation determines the merits of the cave, and now this matter can almost be said to be the most important thing for them. Even Zhao Guantai, who was not stingy, was sitting upright and cultivating, but the woman next to him before was not cultivating, but sat there and stared at him secretly.

Fang Shili smiled and shook his head.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance, and he turned around and smiled, "Senior sister." ”

Shen Qingmu stood beside him, looked at the Forgotten Life Platform fixedly, and said to Fang Shili after half a sound: "Senior brother, can you accompany me for a walk?"

Fang Shili was stunned for a moment, stood up, and happily agreed: "Naturally, you can." ”

They walked on the mountain path, and no one spoke in the middle of the sound, but the atmosphere was still harmonious, without the slightest embarrassment.

"Sometimes I feel like everything around me is unreal, including myself and my life. Senior brother, do you feel like this?"

Shen Qingmu spoke softly without warning.

Fang Shili was stunned, "Why is this?"

"Sometimes I calm down and want to take a closer look at myself, only to find that I am like a flower without roots. It was as if I had been broken from the beginning, I couldn't see where I came from, I couldn't guess where I was going. I want to fill it, but I can't do anything, everything is like a dream, like white sand on the ground, like a moon in the hail......"

Shen Qingmu's tone revealed sadness and poignancy for the first time, showing his weak side. Fang Shili didn't know how to comfort her.

"Until I met you for the first time. ”

"Me?"

"Maybe it's because I grew up in the sect since I was a child, and I see that the elders and disciples in the sect are like a layer of fog, as if the end of the fog is nothingness. Even my grandfather, who spends time with me...... I even thought that my state of mind was broken, so I had to keep cultivating to numb myself. Until you walked into the Wood King Hall two years ago......"

Shen Qingmu paused, but as if he had made up his mind.

"I saw a person who was different from all of us, a person who had gone from nothingness to reality. At that moment, I finally realized that it was not me who was wrong......"

The woman's eyes grew brighter and brighter, like a shining star.

Fang Shili looked at these eyes, not knowing what to say.

There was a drizzle of rain in the sky that slowly sprinkled down, and it slowly formed a layer of fine water droplets on Fang Shili's hair. The green mountains in the distance and the buildings of the sect were hidden in the foggy water vapor, and there was a somewhat illusory feeling.

"It has been said that ignorance does not cause pain. ”

The raindrops on Shen Qingmu's eyelashes trembled, "However, perhaps ignorance itself is the greatest pain and the greatest sorrow." ”

Fang Shili looked at the wet orchid with regret in his heart.

"Go back, the reincarnation path is about to open. ”

Shen Qingmu was silent for a moment and said again.

Shen Qingmu walked in front first, and her back slowly faded away, and she gradually disappeared like a green mountain.

Fang Shili watched her disappear in a daze, his face was obscured by water vapor, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

An hour has come.

"When the time comes, all the disciples will enter the reincarnation path!"

All the disciples flew to the platform at almost the same time. The cracks on this lifeless platform are dense, which is enough for every disciple to occupy a gap.

Halfway through, the first Inner Sect disciple finally jumped into the crack.

The rest of the disciples no longer watched, gritting their teeth and entering the cracks.

Seeing this, Fang Shili no longer hesitated, and seeing that Shen Qingmu and Zhao Guantai had entered this crack, he also jumped down.

This crack was originally white, and as the body entered, the surrounding area suddenly fell into a white nothingness. Although his body was declining, his speed was not slow, as if his body had completely lost weight.

I don't know how long it took, but the environment finally changed.

The dazzling white color finally disappeared, and his body no longer fell, but if it weren't for the fact that he was always paying attention to his surroundings, Fang Shili wouldn't even know that he had landed on the ground just by feeling it. Because he still feels light at the moment, and he can't even touch the existence of the physical body. The original white walls on both sides disappeared in an instant, and when he turned around, he found himself standing at the end of a river.

It's a boundless river.

There was a gray and dead silence all around, there were gray clouds in the sky that I don't know how thick, and there was a thick white fog on the river and on both banks, blocking all vision. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but the river in front of you.

The water of the river is crystal clear, and although it is reckless, it is no more knee-deep. Although it seems to be a vast river, the water in it is not turbulent, like a stagnant river.

There is no way to avoid it for ten miles, there is no way back, and if you take a step forward, you will step into the river.

There is a stele standing there on the bank of the river, and a word can be faintly seen on it, which seems to be "凕".

Looking at the extremely dark environment around him, Fang Shili thought for a moment, and then stepped into the river.

Although only the area below his knee was submerged in the water, a bitter cold suddenly rose from the depths of his soul, freezing his spirit and spirit.

Fang Shili's heart was suddenly shocked, the soul fire swayed, and the soul light rippled, suppressing this chill a little, so that he could bear it a little.

This chill that rose from his soul was actually much more than the Taiyin True Intent that Fang Shili had contemplated. Fortunately, Fang Shili's daily visualization made his soul light grow a lot, otherwise he would even step into this river and die.

Looking back, Fang Shili was shocked to find that the road he came from had also turned into an endless river, and he was standing proudly in the depths of this big river.

Fang Shili waded through the river and slowly moved forward.

I don't know how long I have been moving forward in this boundless and dead environment, and in the confusion, other colors appeared in Fang Shili's eyes.

I don't know when it started, more than ten white-clothed disciples quietly appeared around him, and he woke up and took a look, and found that these people were the eleven more disciples.

The figures of these eleven white-clothed disciples appeared and disappeared in the thick fog, all moving forward firmly, some of them were already swaying, and some of them were trembling violently.

Fang Shili no longer looked at them, and walked forward calmly, with only the sound of the river being swept away.

He didn't realize that the three-inch soul light above his head that was protecting him had grown into three inches and two points.

When a person's soul light is born, it is only one inch, and a few inches of soul light is a few inches. There are thousands of laws in the world, and there are very few people who can grow their souls.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Shili felt that his speed was constantly slowing down. He looked down in horror, and found that he had already become an ice sculpture from the waist down!

Fang Shili was terrified in his heart, and his soul light suddenly swayed and turbulent with his heart, his resistance to this cold qi weakened instantly, and this solid ice spread upwards at an extremely fast speed, condensing Fang Shili into an ice sculpture almost instantly.

This is the cold in the soul projected onto the body.

Fang Shili's soul light was also frozen, and his mind was stagnant, unable to think or think.

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from nowhere: "There are no dry bones under the nine springs, and all living beings wish to be buried in the Brahman." Ten thousand laws are returned to the void and illusion, and the life and burial belong to Mofutu. ”

Fang Shili suddenly blessed his soul, and the soul light above his head instantly rose from three inches and two minutes to three inches and seven minutes.

But the ice has not yet melted.

However, there were no more such obstacles in Fang Shili's heart, although he couldn't move, but in his heart, his physical body had already turned into a boat, and his soul light swayed into a bright light in front of the boat.

In this lamplight, the true meaning of the sun is emitting endless light and heat, and the river suddenly heard countless terrible wails and roars, and the cold receded like a tide.

The ice melted in an instant, and Fang Shili's figure continued to rise, and he was actually suspended above the river. Keep walking like this, without the slightest pressure or obstacle.

I don't know how long it has been.

Fang Shili was walking on his own, and the surrounding river suddenly receded, and there was boundless heat in it. There seemed to be countless rotten arms sticking out of the river, all of which were scorched with scorched flesh.

Fang Shili was not surprised, he instantly lit the candle flame transformed by Taiyin's true intent, this yellow-white candle flame emitted a chill that froze everything, condensing all these flames of incendiary fire, not touching the slightest bit, and not even touching the corners of his clothes.

He walked forward again, his eyes solemn, but he walked leisurely.

The river finally came to an end, and Fang Shili came to a bridge.

This is a stone bridge, paved with bluestone, no more than a hundred feet long. No railings, no steps, just a bare bridge.

On one side of the bridge is the end of the river that has been wading for ten miles, and on the other side of the bridge is another river.

Most of the bridges in the world allow people to cross a river or a river, but this bridge connects the two rivers at their respective ends.

Or rather, it is the bridge that separates the river into two.

Fang Shili walked onto the bridge.

He had walked on a number of bridges, the stone pillar bridge on the mountain, a bridge made of horizontal logs, and even a huge chain bridge over the moat of Jiangcheng.

The bridge is pretty much the same, it's like it's just a bridge. Fang Shili quickly stepped over it, and stepped into the brand-new river in front of him.

At the moment of stepping on this bridge, Fang Shili heard a sigh. This sigh seems to have been floating in this heaven and earth for 10,000 years or 10,000 years, mixed with boundless vicissitudes and silence. But Fang Shili didn't look back, he only had the front in his eyes.

The river in front of me was knee-deep. But the water of the river is a yellowish color rather than a clear color.

As soon as Fang Shili touched the river, an uncontrollable pain suddenly rose in his heart.

He remembered the death of his parents when he was a child, the trembling when he went deep into the mountains to collect medicine to hide from the leopard, and the betrayal of Fang Ransom......

In front of him, there was a boundless sea of blood and carnage, countless people were shouting and fighting, countless people were sending sharp blades into the chests of others.

Fang Shili's eyes became red: The sky is unfair, and the only way is to kill the Ming Dao!

There was a sudden sharp pain behind him, and his body staggered. It's not that his body is really injured, it's that his soul has been slashed several times by these slaughtered bloodies!

With each slash, his soul light shortened slightly, and his soul dissipated and dimmed.