The young Taoist threw Ji Xiao on the riverbank, continued to compose, and disappeared. Ji Xiao turned into a stone and sat quietly by the river.

He listened to the familiar sound of the unfamiliar river. There were mixed feelings in his heart, as if he had returned to the beginning, but he had already tasted the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world.

He is no longer a grass plant, let alone a stone.

Ji Xiao quickly got tired of the sound of the river, but what could he do. He can't move, he can't speak, and the most painful thing is that he can perceive the outside world. If a stone has not been used as a living being, it will not have troubles.

If it had no emotion, it would be nothing if it were just a pebble. But he is Ji Xiao, a unique Ji Xiao.

I don't know how long it will take, maybe tens of millions of years. If Ji Xiao hadn't had the experience of being in that nowhere space, he would probably have become a crazy stone.

Now he is still awake, but the most painful thing for him is to be sober.

Except for the tumult of the river, nothing passed through this place, until at some point, something other than the river passed through it.

It was a woman, and Ji Xiao still knew her.

The cold and beautiful face, as long as you see it once, you will never forget it.

This is the real person of Shimizu of Zifu Peak.

How did she end up here?

Ji Yu had countless questions in his heart, and then he shouted and roared wildly, hoping to get her attention.

Then this beautiful and vulgar Taoist fairy really walked in front of Ji Xiao.

She lowered her head and smiled softly, imperceptibly. Ji Xiao noticed that even in normal times, he would appreciate this rare beauty in the world, not to mention that he was in his current situation.

Qing Shui Zhenren's gentle smile was fleeting, turning into frosty indifference, and she said lightly: "Although I don't know what my father left you here for, I hate what he does, I hate it!"

So she lifted the jade foot and touched Ji Xiao's body. Like falling into the clouds.

I don't know how long I haven't moved, Ji Xiao, finally began to fly upstream of the river. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because he didn't expect him to leave there in such a way.

Falling into the river, it floats and sinks again. Ji Yu understood one thing, that young Taoist was the father of Qing Shui Zhenren, but he was sleeping?

The man in white as snow should be a young Taoist, but the two gave Ji Xiao a different feeling, I don't know why, it's hard to describe this kind of thing.

Finally, as the river washed away, the ups and downs did not matter how long, and Ji Xiao arrived on the shore.

The banks of this river seem to be the same, and the sound of the water is the same, if Ji Xiao can make an expression, he must be smiling bitterly.

He didn't know how long it would take to see a living person again, but it was better not to be Shimizu Zhenren, it was not pleasant to be kicked around, even if he turned into a stone.

After a while, a golden light fell next to him, and a person appeared in the golden light, no, it was a monkey, with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth, very ugly and vicious.

The monkey scratched his ears and cheeks, grabbed Ji Xiao, put it down again, grabbed it, and put it down again. It said, "I always think your stone is very strange, oops." ”

The monkey monster screamed, and a drop of blood fell on Ji Xiao's body.

"Such a terrifying sword intent, my grandson's incorruptible body can be cut. The monkey screamed, then looked into the distance and muttered, "This old man is fast." ”

It leaped into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it went I don't know how far.

Ji Xiao sensed that a huge Buddha's hand was chasing after the monkey. Soon both the bergamot and the monkey disappeared.

Lonely and lonely. Even with the river water, Ji Xiao still felt endless emptiness and loneliness.

Fortunately, he was used to such days again, and he had the state of mind of a heavenly immortal, even if it was uncomfortable, he could still persevere.

Time flies, time flies, and many years have passed like this.

Ji Xiao had a cold touch, it was a drop of water falling on him. Wrong, it was a tear.

This tear fell on Ji Liao's body, giving Ji Xiao a very wonderful feeling, there was a strange sound on his body, and the stone broke. And that tear, combined with a drop of monkey's blood praise, actually brewed incredible vitality.

It was as if a grain of grass was planted in a stone and sprouted, and it didn't take long for a grass to come out of the cracked stone, it was a grass, an ordinary grass, but Ji Xiao couldn't help but be excited, he once again had the feeling of being a living being.

It's just that he soon realizes that he hasn't gone back to the beginning. It's as if a memory that was lost a long time ago has suddenly returned.

This is his past, he is the grass, he is Ji Xiao, he is a stone that can take root and sprout!

Ji Yu finally realized why he had a sense of familiarity when he first saw Qing Shui Zhenren in Zifu Peak, because he had known her a long time ago.

Everything was explained. The young Taoist, that is, the father of Qing Shui Zhenren, must have something to do with Taiyi Peak, so who is it.

However, no matter who he is, he must be an incomparably terrifying existence, and it is beyond the scope of Ji Xiao's current understanding.

Ji Yu understood that his origin was related to this one, and this one was closely related to Qingxuan Taiyi Peak. The cause and effect between himself and Qingxuan are predestined, and it has nothing to do with the Book of Heaven.

However, it involves the complexity of time and space, and the cause and effect are reversed, and it is simply impossible to explain it with logic, or it cannot be explained by the logic of all living beings. In this way, doesn't it mean that the young Taoist is beyond the scope of all sentient beings, but another ineffable existence.

Is he already detached?

Ji Xiao felt that only in this way could he reluctantly explain.

Ji Xiao came up with an unbelievable answer, but he had to admit that this was the closest to the truth.

He understood many things, and there were many more things he didn't understand, such as the tear that made his stone take root.

He knows very well how difficult it is for a stone to take root and sprout, but a tear can do this kind of thing, and this is what a terrible kind of tears shed by an existence, but how can such a person shed tears, is that kind of existence the same as contemplating freedom, seeing that sentient beings refuse to turn back, so they shed tears.

Ji Xiao didn't quite believe that this was the reason.

But as a grass, it is indeed stronger than being a stone, although it is better to be a man.

It didn't take long for another person to appear, and it was an emperor, or Daojun, the monarch of the Dao. He was wearing an imperial suit, with Yin and Yang Tai Chi on his chest sleeves, combing his hair in a bun, and everywhere he looked, everything was a trivial matter in his eyes, except for Ji Xiao.

He saw Ji Xiao and showed a faint smile. Then he faced Ji Xiao and recited a Taoist scripture. It was the Tao Te Ching written by Taishang, and it almost made Ji Yu think that Taishang personally dictated the Tao Te Ching to him.

The words are Xuanyin, interpreting the avenue. Ji Xiao seemed to feel that even if this person was not too high, he was also the incarnation of the Dao, supreme and incomparable.

But when he thought of the young Taoist, he felt that the person in front of him was inferior.