The little half-immortal nodded, yes, it was the sprout of life.

The grass on the side of the road quietly sprouted, and with the passage of time, quietly withered, which is only the law of nature in the prosperity and withering, it is not surprising to say.

The distant appearance of the fields is hazy and impermanent, and the morning and evening of the day are not full of life, and the birds, the sun, the sunset, and the sound of the wind are dyed with a silent fragrance. The growth process of crops is such a gathering of time and manpower essence, this indirect and direct intensive cultivation, the efficiency of the soil to the extreme. Anyone can imagine that it is the ordinary seeds of the villagers who can reap the fruits of a field.

The growth of flowers and trees has a cycle, and there is a process, no grass can become mature in an instant after breaking the soil, no flower can become delicate immediately after budding, and no tree can become a towering tree in a blink of an eye after seedlings...... They all take a certain amount of time to accumulate. It is only through the accumulation of quantity that a qualitative change can be promoted.

The growth of flowers and trees has a cycle, and there is a process, no grass can become mature in an instant after breaking the soil, no flower can become delicate immediately after budding, and no tree can become a towering tree in a blink of an eye after seedlings...... They all take a certain amount of time to accumulate.

The weather is cold, the trees are withered, the dead branches and leaves are buried in the snow, and only when you step on it, you can feel the extraordinary softness under your feet. These dead leaves wait for the next year, when they become fertile nutrients that penetrate deep into the soil to nourish the budding trees. They fall, and they return in another form, and they are endless, and naturally there is no suffering.

Unfortunately, tragedy often happens in the spur of the moment, and jealousy is used as a nutrient to quickly sprout and grow unexpectedly.

Everyone knows that life is like weeds, no matter how harsh the conditions are, they can grow, but those flowers that bloom in the sun can never understand how difficult it is for the weeds to survive in the cracks, let alone how many tender seeds germinate in the dry and hard ground, but fail to top the soil on the head.

Those thoughts sprouted, but they couldn't blossom. Those loves are deeply rooted, but they don't bear fruit.

I have been waiting for the day to wake up, but until the rings of time have passed, I have grown a year older, and I have waited for another year, but the world has not woken up. Winter has passed, and it continues to sleep peacefully in the spring sun. Like the seed of love I buried in the ground, I slept so deeply that I couldn't wait for a light year for it to sprout and bloom.

What is the use of cultivating a person with no volunteers? The main thing is to start with action! No matter how good the seed is, without a proper environment, water, soil, and nutrients, it will be difficult for it to blossom and bear fruit, and it may even deteriorate or die in the middle of the process.

Time is slightly cool, the years are shallow, always say that time can heal all wounds, always say that the passing years will erase all the stories, don't you know that memory is also a seed, quietly take root in the heart, sprout, grow into a tree, bloom a flower, half joy, half pain, half bright, half sad.

There is no young person in the world who has not thought of love, and everyone has a seed of love in their hearts. It may germinate early, it may be stored for a long time, it may mature for a short moment, or it may go through a long ordeal and eventually wither. Love is a fetish, and it does not show its obvious form until the right moment, so much so that it seems plausible to me. And when he is soberly aware of its existence, it is already ripe.

This 'sweet tea'. This tea is a metaphor for the sweetness of life, and there will be a day when bitterness and sweetness will come. Difficult circumstances, after years of baking and soaking, the seeds that were once planted will one day be able to break out of the cocoon, germinate, grow, blossom, and bear fruit.

A seed that falls into good ground. But a seed is a seed, and even if it falls on a cliff, buries it under a brick, or throws it in a dry well, it is still a seed. No matter how barren the land is, as long as he gets a trace of warmth, let him grab a pool of rain, let him feel a ray of sunshine, and as soon as the spring breeze comes, he can strive to break the ground and sprout.

Just as the body needs to regain its strength during sleep, our mind needs to be nourished by solitude and emptiness in order to be more energetic and creative. When a person is alone, it is when his soul can sprout and grow.

Mo Liunian immediately stepped forward to remove the soil and wanted to pull out the seedlings, but the little half-immortal suddenly said, "You can't pull it out." ”

Mo Liunian asked, "Why?"

Xiao Banxian said: "Tianyan is surrounded by no grass, why is there only one flower?"

Mo Liunian didn't understand what Xiao Banxian said, and the nine-tailed fox, who had been pretending to sleep, raised his head: "You finally found out." ”

Xiao Banxian said: "This vitality can't be pulled, once it is pulled, we really can't get out." ”

Mo Liunian was stunned, and the little half-immortal looked at the nine-tailed fox: "You came in to remind us?"

The nine-tailed fox said: "There is a contract, and I can only help a little, relying on you to comprehend it yourself." ”

Xiao Banxian turned to Mo Liunian: "Xiao Mo, in fact, everything here is fake, Tianzhu is fake, Tianyan is fake, even Gangfeng is fake, but we thought it was true, and it became real." ”

Mo Liunian was a little dazed, and Xiao Banxian held her hand: "Xiao Mo, use your heart to experience these surroundings." ”

Mo Liunian closed her eyes, and gradually, the pain slowly faded, those soul wounds quietly faded away, and she heard the whirring wind, but this wind was not Gangfeng, there was a strong resentment and anger in this wind.

The nightmare in front of her shattered in an instant, turning into thousands of sharp shards, piercing her eyes and heart, and severe pain and darkness surged and drowned her. Huang Zibian sat up from the bed abruptly, gasping in horror, and staring around with wide eyes. The frozen navy blue sky, the darkness of the dawn, she sat up alone, her face full of tears that were still warm. I don't know where I am, and I don't know where I'm going.

In the cold stone room, the faint cold air drifted away, and the wisps of it shrouded his figure like a dream. The figure of the woman, quietly facing away from him, stood in front of the cold ice stone platform, and around her, the cold air seemed to be particularly heavy, and even the white gas condensed by the cold air was like frost and snow, which made people unreal. In the air, the crisp sound of bells that loom and reverberate seems to be close to your ears.

Cang Ji himself didn't expect that he fell into Lethe River suddenly. The mud and sand around him surged in an instant, covering him in waves. The water was chaotic, gravity was pulling, and Cangji was trapped in his body, unable to change back to his prototype. He choked on the water and fell deeper, there were no fish or grass in the water, only the boundless human face mixed with the old memories of countless dead souls.

The Buddha is helping people to break through the maze all the time. And at some point, the transmission of graceful and profound thoughts is as clear and sharp as an arrow that breaks through the sky, deeply rooted in the mind, and can disappear without leaving a trace like a bird flying through the sky. It can be unconditioned by any factors, it is phantom but real. Because of the spread of thought, the incarnation of the Buddha is everywhere.

The heart that is empty in one place seems to be fulfilled because of this. But I still understand in my heart, I have always understood that the feast will eventually disperse, the full moon will eventually be missing, and the vines and sand flowers in the Qiankun Hall bloom like the sea but it is a mirage, and it will disappear before the next wind and rain comes. But it doesn't matter, to have this encounter in this life, to be able to get her to be entrusted with it, after all, it is not in vain. After 3,000 neon star showers, there is always one that belongs to you.

The moment the fireworks are extinguished, the wings tremble slightly, and the stars fall a little bit, and the next moment, there is no trace, willing to burn into ashes, unwilling to rot in the mud field, but even if the fragrance disappears, the blooming has dignity. Don't say that the heart is cold when you see through the red dust, the red dust is turbid and wandering.

Two thousand years of obsession, but there has never been a chance to change it. If there is no fate in the end, why should you and I see each other in this life, at a glance for ten thousand years? In the foggy dream, whose shadow has passed, whose lovesickness has been annihilated, and whose past life has been buried?

Mo Liunian opened his eyes: "I smell it." ”

Jiang Shuying also regained his human form, without a little injury on his body, and the little half-immortal knew that Mo Liunian had seen it clearly, and immediately said in a loud voice: "Ying Long, accept your illusion." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sky began to fall apart, and the little half-immortal held Mo Liunian: "Don't be afraid." ”

Mo Liunian immediately realized that all this was fake, and smiled: "I'm not afraid." ”

[The Sixth Artifact of the Flood - Night Rifle] Among the top ten artifacts, it ranks sixth, and it is the ancestor of the gun. This spear was taken from the essence of the extraterrestrial meteor, and it took 56 years and more than 10,000 times of repeated tempering to take shape, and finally forged into a magic spear. Advantages: When the gun is shot, it is like a comet star, making the night as bright as day, so that the enemy is unable to defend against it. Weaknesses: Too murderous, not spiritual. This spear is forged from the essence of the Extraterrestrial Meteor. In that year, the twelfth ancestor of Pangu practiced on the top of Yingshan Mountain, because it triggered the heavenly tribulation, causing the comet that crossed the night sky to lose control and fall to the ground. The place where the comet fell, is under the Ying Mountain, the unburned comet meteorite, is its essence, the twelfth ancestor of Pangu was overjoyed, dragged it back to the palace, it took fifty-six years, and finally cast a magic spear, and this gun made many craftsmen blood splashed in it. After more than 10,000 repeated tempering, it took shape, and at the same time, another artifact was refined...... No measuring tape. The twelfth ancestor was impressed by the strange celestial phenomenon on the night of the comet's fall, so he named the gun the Night Shock Spear. Later, this gun was obtained by Tao Tang and has been stored in Tao Tang. More than 100 years later, Di Yao relied on this gun to subdue the three seedlings in the south and became his immortal emperor.

A person's fear of loneliness is a fear of his own true face, and a person who is afraid of loneliness can never truly understand himself. But we don't want to know ourselves, and we're even afraid to know ourselves. In solitude, some truth within us is revealed on its own, and the illusion of the self that we have spent our lives building up can collapse as a result. Therefore, in order to continue to maintain the reality of the illusion, we also have to guard against loneliness from time to time.

I didn't believe in my father's dream or the Nagato monk in his dream. If fate is to be determined by nothingness, this nothingness must at least be powerful enough to be concrete, such as faith, such as power, not a dream. But I was destined to die, and this is something that can't be avoided.

We always wonder if we can recite the spell to dispel the magic and free them, so that when the clouds clear, we can see the little elf that harnesses them, drive it away, and they will be free. The solution never seems so far away, and the mind has taken the first step to lift the mountain of necessity.

Xiao Bai's gaze turned, looked at the stone chamber of the ghost king, pondered for a moment, calmed down, took a step forward, and suddenly, at this moment.

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