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But why are you anxious? Why are you so preoccupied?

Why do you feel sad because of the wind and rain, and why do you want to drink freely and not be sad?

Bai Yi didn't understand, but he didn't feel that he needed to understand. He's been here and there, with achievements and challenges. He proves that he is only a mortal, but he still works miracles, but how much of this is true?

Sensitive people are always easy to think too much, he is sad when he sees the wind and rain, lonely when he sees the night, he thinks of beauties when he sees the fragrance of flowers, and he inevitably feels shocked when he sees thunder.

Stop the cup and raise the spoon, and sit alone. He sat and drank with the shadow of his lamp, and there was no one around. At this time, the night was thick, and they were all resting, but he was the only one, who couldn't sleep. Looking at this thunderstorm night in the summer, I was stunned, but I was stunned.

What are you worried about? Bai Yi felt a little funny, but he couldn't laugh.

Maybe it's because it's false?

He lives in this world, and he always feels that he is being chased by fate, and if he doesn't do something, it's like admitting defeat, and what he hates most is admitting defeat. He felt that he should not be such a person, that he should not be like a man of the world, doing nothing. But the self he played was not a mortal, a mortal he had never looked up to.

Every step wants to be detached, every step wants to be different, no matter what stands in the way, I have never seriously studied it, and I just want to cross it. This is the cause of conceit, this is driven by arrogance, it is not conventional, and it is still a cliché after all.

Just like the world says what is the difference between life and death, because those people in the world are far away from life and death, they are the same, mediocre, and have lived a lifetime, and they have not done anything earth-shattering. And he said that there is no difference between life and death in his eyes, because he is an immortal, and he is far from life and death.

Distance can dilute one's senses, and even more so in life and death.

And this dilution will gradually evolve into indifference, alienating him from the world, and finally gradually empty, gradually declining, gradually asking for nothing, until the frost is bleak, and finally silent.

He knows birth, old age, sickness and death, he knows that there is no life, there is no death, but everything he knows has become an obstacle on his way.

He has the body of heaven and man, so he is not afraid of pain.

He has the sword intent to cut off everything in the world, so he is invincible.

He has the divine mind to perceive everything in the world, so he has insight into it.

He has a life of three lives and three lives, so he rests on his laurels.

Bai Yi poured himself wine, he seemed to be talking to himself about his past, no one else, just talking to himself, just asking and answering himself.

"Who am I?", "Where do I come from?", "Where am I going?"

"I'm Lu Baiyi. "From the unreal. "Go to the real place. ”

The joints of the spine trembled slightly, as if the silent waves of water rippled in circles. The warm power spread outward from his spine, like a tidal wave, to the fingertips of his hands and feet. The warmth is like a dry and cool autumn breeze, the sun is shining warmly, and the body and mind are warmed by this sluggish heat.

The wine glass in Bai Yi's hand fell quietly, shattering and shining. His eyes were slightly closed, and his whole body trembled unconsciously, and the thunder sounded slowly. And this thunder was quietly muffled in this thunderstorm night, and it was almost no longer heard. The trembling bone marrow, blood, and fascia gradually boiled, and a golden mist evaporated.

Bai Yi felt as if he had been completely blown up by the so-called immortal elixir, no different from the feeling he had when he came back from the dead in the past. But now that he has no injuries, why does it still give itself strength like this?

Something seems to be wrong!

Although this tremor was like a thorough massage and relaxation of his whole body, Bai Yi suddenly sensed an inexplicable crisis, as if he was about to be deprived of something and leave him.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Bai Yi muttered to himself.

However, he did not make any resistance, even though his divine thoughts, like every previous calamity, sounded the most poignant warning. But he did nothing, and was ready for the final result.

"What is there to be afraid of? Life has passed, death has passed, love has passed, hate has passed, there may be regrets, there may be something unsatisfied, but who in this world can attain immortality and immortality. ”

Bai Yi's heart was calm, profligate, and drunk, completely ignoring the crisis warned of in his heart. The trembling thunder sound floated in his ears, it was a long song that burned life, and perhaps a song was written, it was the netherworld. But who knows that this is not the ideal destination of tranquility?

"Do you want to leave like this?" Qingyuan's phantom finally appeared, her eyebrows cold, as if dyed with the remnants of winter's frost. How could the fairy expect mortals, she definitely did not appear because he was going to die, but because he was the basis of his life, if he died like this, she would probably dissipate too.

"I'm tired. ”

"It's just an excuse. ”

"I'm really tired. I never thought it would be so hard to play myself. I was determined to be the perfect version of myself, I was determined to be detached, but I finally found myself still just a human being. Staggering is nothing more than being a clown that others laugh at. I don't want to live like this, so I'm tired. ”

"People will always have a gap with their expectations, and you will always think too perfectly. ”

"That's why you've always disdained to appear in front of me?"

"Do you want to see me?" Qing Yuan asked suddenly, a frost condensing between her eyebrows, "but you never said it yourself." You always think that if you think about something, you can guess it. But who wants to guess what you're thinking?"

"People's hearts change. ”

"That's why there are words, that's why there's alienation and intimacy. If you don't say it, it's still false and uncertain after all. Only by saying it in person, whether it is the most true or not, but at least there is a thought, there is an expectation. ”

"Is it true to say it, and false to say it? But now it doesn't seem to have any effect. It's all come to this point, I'm tired like this, maybe some things are the best result if I don't say it. ”

Bai Yi felt the violent tremor of his heart, and the internal qi in the dantian was already completely boiling, and he was like being slowly steamed by a cauldron. The flames under the pot alternated between civil and military, like boiling another pot of thick broth, and all the power in his body was slowly detached.

The elixir of immortality seems to have a really good grasp of the heat, just like a glutron who is proficient in cooking, knowing when to simmer slowly and when to roast it fiercely, while extracting the power from his body, he has never made him feel those pains.

I just feel that this is a warm soup spring, and it will be over after a sleep. (To be continued.) )