Who is there in this world? Can you lead that person in the right direction?

Heaven and earth are the princes of the teacher, benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith.

Three Platforms and Five Constants.

A rain has rained all over the world. It makes the sultry night cool.

It's just that in the bamboo house, the sweat on the man in white sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed still can't stop flowing.

His face was getting paler, and his body was already trembling, which caused the whole wooden bed to creak and then to shake the whole wooden house.

This sound, in the silent woods, was like thunder. It even alarmed the inhabitants on the other side.

In the night, there is a touch of red, stunning the wind, and amazing the rain.

A woman in red walked out of the house and looked up at the opposite bank.

There was a hint of confusion and nervousness in her expression. On the other side, there was a man living in the opposite direction.

That person was very important to her, and even to the whole race. It was like a thunderbolt that came from the place where the man who came lived.

In this quiet night, such a loud sound naturally wakes everyone up from their sleep.

One by one, figures walked out of the house, and their eyes fell to the other side.

"Chu Shi ......"

With such a noise, they were worried that it was their clan's heroes, their clan's mentors, who had made a mistake in their cultivation and gone mad.

Although they were worried in their hearts, they still knew that for the immortal clan, once something went wrong in their practice, then they could not be disturbed by others.

Everything can only be done on their own, and if they go, it will only make matters worse.

Everything can only rely on the man in white himself. It's just that they don't know that the man in white didn't make a mistake in his practice.

Because the man in white did not practice from beginning to end. It's just to settle down and nourish the gods. Now it's a nightmare.

Same dream. It's like the same reality.

Those despairs have been deeply rooted in the heart, touching the gods, and they have made the man in white also collapse and despair.

Sweating profusely, soaking the whole body, and the whole bed.

He struggled in his dreams, trying to escape from that sea of blood, and the countless cries of despair had already made him tired.

He didn't know why the sound of despair kept filling his ears, as if those people were beside him.

Those people, died by their own side.......

This blood lasted for a long time. It seems like a long time.

For a long, long time, those sounds did not go away. But suddenly, two words exploded in his mind like thunder.

It's those two words again.

Get back.

When this sound appeared, the body of the man in white suddenly trembled.

This tremor was followed by a light flutter of eyelashes.

After these two words, the sea of blood finally began to fade. The voices of despair faded away, and finally dissipated without a trace.

At this moment, the man in white was finally able to break free.

The surrounding sounds stopped, followed by the sound of heavy breathing.

The man in white opened his eyes.

It's late at night, and the rain has stopped.

The stuffy heat in the house hit again, and the sweat on his body did not stop.

The man in white had a severe pain in his head and held his head for a long time. It wasn't until the middle of the night that I regained my consciousness.

"Three times... Same dream......."

Today's dream is exactly the same as the previous two days, the same scene, the same sound.

The man in white had a feeling in his heart that perhaps, in the future, this dream will continue. This continues, and will continue until the moment of death.

He felt suffocated and wanted to get out of the cramped room.

The man in white did not change his clothes, so he left the bamboo house directly, and felt the coolness in all directions, and the oppressive feeling disappeared a lot.

He turned and looked up at the hill not far away, and without thinking much about it, he walked towards it.

Removing troubles, the mountain is one of them.

The mountain trail, with dew on the leaves, is like dust washing, so that the Quartet cannot fall dust.

In the room behind him, candlelight illuminates the small window. Stretch his figure longer and longer.

The man in white walked towards the mountain with black hair and beads of sweat.

His shadow is slender in the candlelight, in the moonlight. Eventually came to the mountain.

When standing on the hill, the man seemed to have forgotten something. I fell into my thoughts again, until a big white tiger rushed to the front from the bottom of the mountain, and then I came back from my thoughts.

The man in white jumped up, sat on the back of the white tiger, and looked at the sky.

This view is until dawn.

The people on the other side of the river still stood still.

"Holy Maiden......." Someone glanced at the woman in red standing at the front, hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

The woman nodded and said, "Sir, I'll go and see it alone, you wait here first." ”

There were footsteps at the foot of the mountain, and the man in white looked at it, and a red dress was embellished in the faint light of the day.

This is a woman in red.

The woman in red came to him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up and smiled: "Sir,

I'm here to ask yesterday's question. ”

The man in white thought about it, and a similar question seemed to pass away in his mind, but he still replied: "What does the life and death of the people in the world have to do with me?"

......

Another night, another night's dream. The man in white was deeply immersed in that dream again, heard the cry of despair, and saw the red fire, but he only knew how many dreams he had.

Once, twice, three times.... Five times. And this day is the ninth day.

The one hundred and thirty-sixth day, the one hundred and thirty-sixth dream.

The suffocation of dreams always made him come to the mountain and feel the coolness after the rain, which eased a lot. Until the dawn of the sun breaks.

Then, the woman in red came and asked a question.

Déjà vu. It seems that someone came to ask many years ago, perhaps, it is the woman in front of you.

It's just that he replied that he would never go against his heart. That is, what does the life and death of the people of the world have to do with him?

told him that he would rather bear the infamy of the world than come to the rescue.

Hurry up in the rain, sweat profusely in the coolness.

The man awoke from his dream again, and the intense suffocation caused him to flee the house.

Listening to the cool air in all directions, listening to the breeze blowing the trees around them, the leaves falling in the wind and whispering softly.

The man in white walked on the mountain road, taking advantage of the wind to dry the dampness behind him.

When he came to the mountainside, it was almost slightly dry, and the viscous dispersion made him feel a lot better.

But when he was approaching the mountain, his footsteps suddenly stopped in place.

By the moonlight, the man in white vaguely saw a figure sitting under the shadow of a tree in the distance.

"Who is it?"

This is his area, and no one will come to disturb him except a woman. It stands to reason that in the dead of night, no one else in the mountains will come here except yourself.

No one answered.

The man in white thought for a moment, then raised his steps and walked forward. As we get closer, it becomes clearer.

It was not the shadow of a tree, but a real person.

The back I saw was a gray-haired man.

As far as the man in white saw, this was an old man, an old man with a hunchback.

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