Time flies, nearly a thousand years have passed, and his cultivation seems to have reached some kind of extreme. It's just that this breakthrough is not as difficult as imagined, and while going further, I gradually feel that the original flawless Dao heart is no longer clear, and the seven emotions and six desires that have been indifferent are gradually returning, and even an inexplicable white dotted line appears in front of my eyes. Those dotted threads are wrapped around the body, as if they belong to oneself and to the outside world.

This is vanity, he suddenly understood!

I don't know who told him, not only did he forget Tang Yi, but he also didn't remember Xun Zhixun, he seemed to be a new self.

Everything seems to be developing on the favorable side, he is already a strong man who has entered the realm of delusion! Although he has not yet found a way to break the delusion, with his current cultivation, he is already the strongest person in the nearby seas, enough to shelter the entire island and the children of the family, and his children are becoming more and more excellent, even compared to him back then, they are not inferior!

There were more and more vainities all around him, as if they were growing with the naked eye. I want to comprehend, but I want to break it, but every now and then, I always feel a darkness, and a kind of despair inevitably rises in my heart, and it seems that there is no hope of getting rid of these troubles in this life and this life!

Even if he is extremely unwilling, what can he do? This kind of despair slowly intensifies, as if he is about to die! The original pessimistic life and death are now such a clear existence, and his heart is extremely afraid, but in fear is despair, he has been obsessed with himself, he wants to live incomparably! He is extremely afraid of death! He has tried all means, as if he cannot save his life!

In the midst of this entanglement, the method of breaking the curse that he had been exploring from his ancestors finally came to an eyebrow! But with it came another kind of despair! He needed the blood of his biological father and mother, and his own parents had died, but his descendants finally had hope, and when his most outstanding son sacrificed himself for the sake of the family, he once again experienced that heart-rending pain!

He thought that he would be worse off than dead, but since then, it seems that everything is open again, and everything is downplayed, he no longer chases immortality, no longer chases breakthroughs, and his only wish is just that his children and grandchildren will not repeat the mistakes of the past and can grow up safely and worry-free.

The closer he came to death, the more he felt it, the clearer his thoughts became. Since I was born to the present, everything seems to be vivid in my mind, and it is clearly presented in my mind like a picture.

These memories, mixed with countless falsehoods, surround him!

Gradually, he was confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was memory or fantasy, nature or delusion, and there were two thoughts in his heart, one was to completely accept his fate, and the other was to persevere. If you choose the former, you don't need to struggle so painfully, and if you choose the latter, you don't know how many hardships and twists and turns you will have to go through.

Perhaps it was the instinct to survive, but in the end, in the deepest part of his soul, he still had an infinite desire.

After that, his life changed differently, as if he had deviated from some predetermined track, and his consciousness seemed to gradually become clear, and it seemed to be very chaotic. There are two kinds of self-memories, both of which are so clear that they can't distinguish between you and me, and they can't distinguish between the unreal.

He walked step by step, aimlessly, without direction, feeling like he had stepped out of the island, out of the sea, out of the world!

Around here, there are green lawns, towering trees, fragrant flowers, gurgling streams, bright sunshine, and endless firmament, but the most eye-catching thing is not far away, the courtyard that stands by the water.

A melodious and soft sound comes out of it, which makes people forget their worries and listen to it!

He couldn't help but follow the sound, and unconsciously came to the front of the house, pushed the door and entered, only to see a person sitting on the piano.

This person is an old man, and he is very sure that although the person who strokes the qin has his back to him, there is an air of vicissitudes and silence from his body.

With his silver hair flowing loosely, he was dressed in a loose robe, and his outfit seemed to be very casual, but there was a hint of indescribable chic.

He has no intention of being a villain to the scenery, nor is he a mundane thing that disturbs people's hearts. Although the sound of the piano was leisurely, he did not make any praise, but walked lightly to the old man's side and carefully admired the beautiful and moving music.

The spirit couldn't help but be immersed in it, and the chaos of the past seemed to fade away.

At the end of the song, the old man smoothed the strings with his dry fingers, and then slowly turned around.

When he saw the old man's face, he suddenly felt an extremely familiar feeling, which seemed to be himself, but there was another kind of reason reminding him that the old man was not himself.

He tried to think, but he still couldn't tell who he really was.

At this moment, the old man smiled and slowly spoke: "Daoist friends are polite. ”

As the voice sounded, his mind couldn't help but calm down, and he looked at the old man, and thought back to himself, the confusion in his eyes gradually disappeared, and then he was completely clear.

At this moment, he suddenly dispersed into a little starlight, slowly drifted towards the old man, and returned to his body, leaving only a phantom suspended in the air, which was also saluting the old man: "I have seen my predecessors." ”

Xun Zhixun looked at the phantom and was very pleased: "The strength of the Taoist friend's heart is really much more than the old decay!"

"Thank you seniors for your advice!" Tang Yi said, very sincerely.

Presumably, it took a lot of effort to find Zhixun in order to present his feelings and understandings for 2,000 years and even his whole life, so that he felt as if he had experienced it himself. It's just that fortunately, in the end, he still made the opposite choice to him, otherwise I am afraid that he would not have woken up so easily.

Hearing Tang Yi's thanks, Xun Zhixun just shook his head and laughed, he didn't take credit for it, but he really admired that Tang Yi could still maintain such a strong heart and pursue the avenue when he was riddled with vain!

Tang Yi knew that Xun Zhixun was an extremely gentle and tolerant person, so he was no longer bound by vulgar etiquette, but sat opposite him. The two of them are not polite, they have nothing to say, they are just talking.

Talking, sitting and discussing, talking freely, both of them are having fun.

At this time, Xun Zhixun sighed, as if he was a little tired, and said slightly gloomily: "The oil is exhausted, and the dying body is not as good as the ...... back then" The tone was very regretful, but it was not decadent. After that, he stopped talking, apparently in some contemplation, and the room fell silent for a moment.

After a while, Xun Zhixun suddenly stood up and bowed to Tang Yishen.

Tang Yi hurriedly turned sideways, not to mention his age, it was this understanding and guidance, and he also benefited a lot, and he couldn't afford this gift!, you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie