I'm a little sad. Just now I dreamed that I was being chased by a lion. In the process of being hunted down, I saw four strange people. The person at the head seems to be me. But I know, not me.

This dream made me feel a little sad. It's so abrupt and sad for some reason.

I'm not dead. The light from the mage's staff didn't kill me.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I've lost all my cultivation that I can breathe alive now.

It is surrounded by a desert. I don't know why I wasn't killed by the mage and ended up in the desert.

Perhaps, I'm in a world of illusion. Or, I'm in my dreams. But how can dreams be so real? The five senses are involved, and they are vast.

Two green leaves suddenly fell from the sky.

However, there are no trees nearby.

My eyes were confused. Look around. Can there be green leaves in the desert? Normally, no. Could it be that some monk or mage dropped it from the sky, or was it the wind that blew the green leaves?

I picked up the two green leaves lying on the yellow sand and put them in front of my eyes. I don't think the wind could bring these two green leaves from a distant place to this desert, and the green leaves would remain so fresh as if they had fallen from a tree.

Besides, where is the wind? I stretched out my hand, but I couldn't feel the wind.

So, could it be that a monk or mage flew from the sky and fell from the sky above here? When the fallen leaves move from the air to the sand, the moisture in the leaves will be dried long ago, in which case the green leaves will not be green leaves, but withered yellow leaves.

So, under what circumstances do two green leaves fall from the sky?

I can't figure it out. I couldn't figure it out, and I felt thirsty again. But where is the water in the desert? I looked at the bright sun, and I felt so thirsty and hot to live.

Maybe these two green leaves are just my hallucinations. The illusion of a lot of time baked under the glorious and enthusiastic sun. In addition, there is no water, and it is normal to hallucinate.

I ended up dropping two green leaves from the sky in front of my eyes, which was an illusion. In order to kill this abominable illusion, I buried two green leaves in the hot sand.

Then I started walking in the desert step by step with my feet. The sun was hanging over my head, and I couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south. So I chose an unknown direction at random.

There is no vitality in my dantian, and I can clearly perceive this. I felt a faint pain in my chest, perhaps caused by the light from the cane in the mage's hand that nearly killed me. I can't use the power of my divine sense. All in all, I'm a mortal who could die in the desert at any moment.

I took off my pants and put them over my head, blocking out the warm sun.

After walking for a long time, my heart became more and more desperate. There is no road with sand at the end. Why is there so much sand in the world coming together to murder me?

There are so many things I can't figure out. Why do I have to figure out so many things? yes. Why? I'm going to get out of this damn desert now, instead of thinking about all the mess here.

It's over. I was probably going to die surrounded by countless hot sands. I can't see that there is no sand at the end of the road.

I kept going until the sun was buried in the sand and it was dark.

The heat of the day is gone, and now it is cold. Bone-chilling cold.

If I had been able to use my vitality before, how could I have been able to get rid of this heat and cold? and damn hunger and thirst, I couldn't do anything about it. How good it is to live with an all-powerful vitality, without hunger and thirst, without heat and cold.

Surrounded by hunger, thirst and cold, I missed the good vitality of my vitality. The vitality is so good, that's why there are so many monks cultivating in loneliness and loneliness. Yes, how good the vitality is, with the root of the element, the absorption of the vitality, the vitality, without the hunger, thirst and the external constraints of heat and cold.

With vitality, even if you walk in the desert for a long time, you will not be in danger of death.

Dark desert, howling wind. I don't know where to go. The beautiful pictures of the past all poured into my mind. I remembered the ghost elder. The ghost has lived for so many years, and must have experienced a lot of pain. He may be dead. Death at the hands of the mage. The mage is so powerful, he may be dead.

There are so many huge beasts that have never been seen before, which is really powerful.

Awesome world, awesome monks, awesome mages, awesome everything.

It's a shame to live like this in this dangerous world. Why be ashamed?

I curled up and half-buried on the edge of a desert slope, and the cold wind blew the sand over my body. Cold sand, flowing on my face, on my legs, on my body. It's ticklish and it's cold.

I closed my eyes, shivering with cold. My chest hurts. I bent my legs against my stomach and held my legs hard with my hands. A trembling world.

I'm starting to miss my days at Fangming Academy. It's lonely and lonely, but it's warm. I have a separate room, and I can practice freely. That room must be occupied by someone else now. That room, will you miss me? I miss the Thousand Medicine Garden. Does Thousand Medicine Garden miss me? Thousand Medicine Garden is dead......

I miss Fangming Academy and Thousand Medicine Garden the most. Not cold, not hungry, free to stay in a safe place.

Confused, I made a dream. What a fuzzy dream. When I woke up, it was still dark and hungry and cold.

Fang Cai's dream reminded me of her, the girl who rode the snow boar. Maybe I created her, and I love the beautiful her in my imagination. Laughing, bouncing. Two people on the road. Laughing. Jumping.

I heard that people had many dreams before death. For most of a lifetime, the ultimate is the pursuit of dreams. Suddenly, the two ends of life and death are connected, and there is only one piece of 'knowledge'. This 'knowledge' is created and settled in the real and the void. When you die, you change, you move.

'Knowledge' is constantly mixed with different perceptions. The objects of creation are constantly changing. When 'knowledge' and 'knowledge' collide, they both create each other's 'cognition' first. And the 'knowledge' is used to loneliness. The two 'knowledges' gradually change in each creation.

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Repeating the memories, I picked up a few feelings. There are several categories of this feeling, no shame, no feelings, indifference, and nothingness. These feelings play with an illusory mask. It's not real, it's not real.

The past experience of being, which is based on the gesture of memory, becomes who you are: change is what sustains your existence.

Knowledge, knowledge. Feelings, feelings.

Water falls from the sky, and light is sprinkled from the sky. Pick up the cold and the warm from the wind. There are no special faces that emerge, but there are a lot of interesting facets to be exchanged around. I stared at these countenances, creating a feeling of happiness. Leave aside the time limit for happiness. For some purpose, because its existence has been affected too much. Like a white light passing through a black shadow, it turns into a fleeting feeling.

That feeling gradually took root and was deep in the soul. Nourished by loneliness. Educated by loneliness.

Over the years, though, that feeling faded away. Obsessions are slowly consumed by time. Become a drop of sea water in the sea of memories that is rarely picked up.

The two black hairs quarreled, and the three stones supported each other. The stone chips take on another posture and continue to exist in the presence of an event.

The three walks of life laughed together. Holding a blue and white umbrella to keep out the cold rain pulled by gravity. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. The oil in several cars exploded with energy, creating a roar that danced with countless ticks.

Three yellow leaves and five green leaves are separated from each other by the mother who gave birth to them. Seven centimeters, twelve centimeters, eighty-nine centimeters. The meaning of distance is only expressed within the senses. Happiness and pain volatilize, volatilize, and volatilize in emotional sustenance.

The taste of the water was good. When thirsty, better. I buried myself in the water, drank so much that I couldn't taste good. In my dream, I drank a lot of water.

It's so cold in this world.

Uh-huh. This world is so cold, it's not an illusion like a dream. It is the feeling that I acquired from the real situation that was masterpiece. I feel at the moment, plus before this moment. Oh, and sleepy, sleepy, reluctant to open your eyes and get out of your dreams. I forced my eyes to open and move, out of the warmth of immersion in memories......

The combination of light blue and light gray and very light orange, and a layer of dark green fish belly white filled my eyes. It hit me in the heart and injected a sense of indescribability. Hollow, I can determine a few points.

The sky is getting brighter.

I'm breathing now. I need to keep getting oxygen and energy from the outside world to survive. Constantly, all the time. I'm a little tired of it.

I'm tired of it.

As the day dawned, I was almost completely buried in the sand. I'm thinking a lot. I have a lot of images in my head. A picture of my understanding of the world, of my being:

The wind is blowing, and it is airy in the air. The willows poured into the water and waved. The clouds are clearly eye-catching. The stone falls to the end of the world, and the waves are ten thousand layers. The eyebrows are low, and the mud stirs the sky. The grass and trees are quiet and withered. Hitachi is thousands of people, and life is alive and breathing.

A certain plane, not now. A fly flew over an ant. A speck of dust flew in the air. A leaf is swallowed by other life. A man is looking at the sky. Footage before time. The earth has come full circle again. Whose consciousness is dawned by various senses. I stroked my hair.

A picture that exists outside of time. Can I also exist outside of time? If so, isn't eternal life a painting that never changes?