"Your heart?"

Jiang Ming frowned when he heard this, his expression changed slightly, he had already met Jiang Jiezhi now, and his heart was swept away, and his cultivation was even more unhindered, and it was a matter of course.

"Yes, my heart. ”

Mingzhu murmured.

"I have hated all things in the world, why do they have seven emotions and six desires, joys and sorrows, flowers blooming and failing, but I don't. ”

"They all say that there is love in the world, I have been begging all my life, and now, I have entered the world with the foundation of a lifetime, and then refined it with love, so that this heart is cast, this heart is infatuated for love. ”

She said that her right hand had covered her chest, and she saw a very special heart with a dark light coming out, which she held in her hand, and the light flowed from her fingers, as if holding a star.

"Isn't this your True Yuan Neidan?"

The cultivation of everyone present is not ordinary, and at this time, it is not visible, although it is the shape of a heart, it is condensed by aura.

It's beating, it's fluttering, it's fluttering, it's very special, it's just because there is only one heart in the vast world, one like that.

"It's the heart. ”

Mingzhu shook her head.

But then her face changed slightly, and her abdomen hurt, it was the fetus in the womb, the mother and child were connected, and she felt the mother's movements, and suddenly became restless.

"If you are like this, then thousands of years of cultivation will be lost. ”

The wine sword fairy's face was slightly gloomy, as if he had thought of something, and he was even more envious.

"I have lived for thousands of years, I have seen the years change, the dynasties have changed, I have seen children turn into white-haired men, but I have never laughed or been happy. ”

"They are right, there is indeed love in the world, thousands of years of time, but not as happy as these few short years, and I don't hate it, I have fulfilled my wish. ”

"It's just that you have to go alone on the road ahead. ”

She felt the young life in her womb, slowly muttered to herself, told her past, and then stuffed the heart into the hole in the chest of the person in her arms.

"From acquaintance to life, I have never regretted it. ”

As soon as the heart entered the chest of Liu Baiyi, the aura was already overflowing, and she mentioned the only remaining spiritual power to guide it, and suddenly came to life, and the surging spiritual power took that heart as the source, and with the sound of the heartbeat, the aura was constantly urged, running through the limbs and hundreds of remains.

"Hmm. ”

Mingzhu suddenly felt pain, screamed in pain, and a baby in her womb slowly floated out of her body.

The baby babbled and floated to the ground.

Jiang Ming couldn't bear it, and turned her head, and at this moment, the Pearl Neidan was lost, and her flesh and blood were born, which had exhausted all her cultivation.

Under the starlight, she reluctantly glanced at Liu Baiyi and the newborn child, and closed her eyes.

After a few breaths, I saw a purple bamboo lying horizontally beside Liu Baiyi, as if snuggling.

And the unconscious man, tears flowed unconsciously from the corners of his eyes, as if he heard those words, the tears fell on the purple bamboo, and he saw that a flower had grown, and the purple bamboo actually bloomed.

All three were silent.

And on that person, an astonishing vision suddenly appeared, and he saw that the place around him had turned from prosperity to withering, and the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter appeared together.

Jiang Ming's eyes were quick, and he had already hurriedly retreated when he picked up the child, and the other two were the same, they watched the wonders of heaven and earth from afar.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, unfortunately, are all the breath of the extreme, autumn wind, winter snow, summer, and spring rain, mournful autumn wind, cold winter snow, scorching summer light, and pervasive spring rain, with a delicate determination, no life and death.

The visions went on and on, on and on and on, as if they were going to go on and on, several times, hundreds, thousands of times.

In the end, on the isolated island, there was only one person and one bamboo left, lying there quietly, lying in the sword forest, with two identical swords inserted beside him, taking the four seasons as the realm, as if he was going to lie down forever.

......

The years pass like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, three years have passed.

The sun is shining, eye-catching, and the wonder has disappeared at some point.

When I opened my eyes in a slight blink, I only felt a little dazzling, and the wind was blowing.

Liu Baiyi got up, found that he was lying on the ground, green grass, rubbing his head, at this moment, he only remembered that he was fighting with the Xuanming, and he was unconscious in a trance, and he had no memory.

"Bamboo Heart?"

He only felt as if he had a long dream, in the dream, he saw a person who looked like him, named Zhuxin, and saw an innocent girl, her name was Mingzhu, living the life he had hoped for in his heart, that was the life he had longed for the most, just like another him, another self.

"Tears?"

When he wiped his cheeks, he felt that his face was full of tears, as if he had shed a lot of tears.

And in his chest, there was a heart beating vigorously, but it hurt, his heart was aching, it was a feeling that was difficult to express, just because it was not his.

It's just that when he saw Zizhu beside him, he was stunned.

"Dreams?"

He asked blankly, asking himself, but unfortunately, the dream was not so real.

He looked down and saw a huge scar on his chest, which was in his heart, shocking, and then looked at the autumn water cold beside him, and then looked at everything around him.

He was silent, hesitant, trembling, and stretched out his right hand to ** the purple bamboo, there is a flower on it, which is very beautiful, but delicate but not gorgeous.

"Pearl!"

The words trembled, but the petals had drifted away with the wind.

Zizhu swayed slightly, more like a shy woman.

And when Jiang Ming arrived, there was no one there, let alone a sword, not even Zizhu, it was empty.

......

"Beat him, beat him, dare to come and drink if you don't have money......"

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, I saw a drunk man thrown out of a noisy street.

The man didn't complain, he didn't get annoyed, he staggered, and disappeared into the crowd drunk.