Perseverance may not be able to live, and generosity will inevitably die.

The eight heavenly immortals set up a period of power, and invited you to enter the urn, and Li Qing had to enter, which can be regarded as the first catastrophe in his life.

As Li Qing threw himself into the formation and left the underworld, the power that continued to flow into his body, allowing him to kill the heavenly immortals and even overturn the underworld suddenly disappeared.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. An irrepressible feeling of weakness suddenly hit his heart, almost making him lose his Dao heart.

Li Qing drew his sword and looked around, but found that the surroundings were just gray, as if chaos, and there was no killing opportunity, he stood with his sword, his hands lightly put on the hilt of the sword, his eyes slightly closed, and he closed his eyes to recuperate.

Without knowing the roots, all he can do is to respond to all changes with the same.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was ten days and a half moon, maybe it was thirty or fifty years, Li Qing just stood there silently, like a sculpture.

If a person's spirit collapses for too long, he will always feel tired.

......

The figure kept falling, as if it had suffered a nightmare, and was about to sink into the abyss.

Li Qing's spirit was a little trance-like, but his instinct to survive made him begin to struggle.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the blue sea is flowing with clouds.

Li Qing's body suddenly lightened, as if he had broken free from a layer of restraint, which made his heart well.

He couldn't help but let out a long howl, and a crisp birdsong came from the sky.

Li Qing suddenly found himself transformed into a bird, he flapped his wings and soared above the sky.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly.

There is no bondage, no imprisonment, only freedom.

I'm a bird. Li Qing thought, but he was a little puzzled, he vaguely remembered that he should be human.

Person?

The thought that popped up suddenly made him wonder, what is a human being?

He flies in the sky, eats mountain fruits when he is hungry, drinks morning dew when he is thirsty, and sleeps in the wind when he is tired, and his heart is extremely happy.

It's just that when he sees other birds, it's always a little strange, because they have more feet than himself.

I don't have feet, I'm a bird without feet. Li Qing couldn't tell what it was like, a little melancholy, a little lonely.

He comforted himself, why should birds have feet?

The sky is where he likes, and the sky is where he belongs.

Born in the sky, sleeping in the wind, and buried in the earth.

He suddenly had an enlightenment that he could only land once in his life, and that was when he died.

Death? His little eyes were a little confused, what is death?

Suddenly, the world went dark.

He looked up strangely, and a giant bird countless times larger than him obscured the small sky above him, its long beak chirping, its claws glinting with cold light.

Goshawk!

Li Qing couldn't think about how he could know such a big bird that he had never seen before, because the goshawk had already swooped towards him.

His body trembled, and he flapped his wings with all his strength, dodging the claws of the goshawk.

He was a little annoyed, and a little frightened.

He thought that if he was caught by the goshawk, he might die.

He suddenly had a concept of death in his heart, and although he still didn't know what it was like, he knew that it would make him fearful, unprovoked fear.

Death is a terrible thing!

Li Qing flapped his wings, a little glad that he was a bird, he could have wings and fly, if he was like those animals on the ground, he only relied on his legs to run, but he was afraid that he would have been caught by the goshawk a long time ago.

He looked back at the goshawk that had been following him, a little distressed, and he thought, why do you keep chasing me?

"Little guy, don't run, I'm dying of hunger, you help me and fill my stomach!"

Li Qing suddenly heard a voice, he flapped his wings, turned his head to look over, only to see the goshawk looking at him greedily, he was a little curious, "Can you hear what I'm thinking?"

The goshawk roared, its wings rolled into the clouds, and its claws clawed down.

The claws that shone with cold light, the toes were like golden hooks, and seeing that they were about to fall on Li Qing, he couldn't help but feel remorseful, he really shouldn't be so curious, this carelessness, I was afraid that he was really going to die.

He closed his eyes and thought to himself, if only he could fly as fast as the wind, but he could never catch up with the wind, if he could fly as fast as the wind, he would not be caught by this goshawk, so that he would not have to die.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't feel the pain of being cut open by the sharp claws, which made him a little puzzled, and he opened his eyes, and suddenly found that he was not caught by the goshawk.

It was as if I had really become the wind, and unlike the feeling of sleeping in the wind, I was held by the wind like duckweed at that time.

And now, he is the wind, although it is still floating in the air, but it seems to have a root suddenly, which makes his empty heart suddenly surge with a force, he feels that he can attract a hurricane and set off a storm with one more flap of his wings.

He flew back towards the goshawk, and although he was still countless times smaller than the goshawk, his heart suddenly stopped feeling afraid.

"I'm so small, I'm afraid it's not enough for you to eat in one bite, why do you have to eat me?"

"The law of the jungle, I'm stronger than you, shouldn't you give me food?"

Li Qing looked at the goshawk, and he suddenly had a feeling that this goshawk was no longer the one that chased him before, although his appearance had not changed, but Li Qing had this feeling.

I can't tell, I can't tell.

Li Qing shook his little head and drove this thought out, he always felt as if there was another person living in his small body, and when he slept in the wind, it would appear in his dreams.

That man taught him to forage for food, taught him to resist the wind, and even later, he appeared more and more frequently, and from time to time there would be thoughts in his mind that did not belong to him, such as he had never seen a goshawk, but suddenly knew that this giant bird was a goshawk. Even if he was suddenly able to transform his style, he could also use the power of the wind, which should not be something he could do.

Sometimes he would feel fear, he thought that it was something worse than death, he was so afraid that he didn't dare to sleep, he was afraid that one day when he opened his eyes, he would no longer be himself.

There was a sudden sadness in his eyes, and he thought that he could no longer be afraid of this goshawk, and that he did not rely on his own strength, so what was there to be proud of?

He said excitedly, "I feel that I am stronger than you now, but I only eat mountain fruits, not meat, so I don't want to harm you, you better go." ”

The goshawk did not answer, for it had already pounced again.

Li Qing looked at the goshawk and waved his wings, the wind was still soft, like a sympathetic hand.

But when the goshawk was caressed, a hint of human fear flashed in the goshawk's eyes, and its huge body still maintained a predatory posture, but it suddenly froze in the air.

Li Qing sighed, as the breeze gradually went away, he was a bird without legs, he could only sleep in the wind, when one day he was tired, he thought that he would fall to the ground and be buried in the soil.

There was nothing left in the sky but clouds.

The clouds are rolling up, it is the wind, and there may be a bird without feet in the wind.