In the lotus platform, there is indeed a living being, and a living being, strange to say, is also a little strange - he has his own memory. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is not surprising that living beings have their own memories, because this is the instinct of almost every living being, and when they know and recognize the world, they unconsciously form memories.

But at this time, this life in the lotus platform, he is obviously not born yet, how can he have his own memory, this is very strange.

In fact, the memory of this life is the memory of his previous life, of course, at this time, he does not know what the previous life is, this life, he only knows that he is dead.

There was darkness and silence all around, there was no light, no sound, Ye Qinglian was in it, and he only felt that time had become extremely long, if it wasn't for the fact that he himself had become accustomed to loneliness, I am afraid that he would have collapsed.

However, at this time, there seems to be little difference between collapsing and not collapsing, just like himself, now he has more time in his mind than in his lucidity, and maybe for a moment, his little memory will be completely obscured.

He knew that he was dead, and dead, in his understanding, there was nothing, completely disappeared, but now he is what is going on?

The world he lived in was called the earth, and he himself was a Taoist priest. However, in the current era, gods and ghosts have long been denied by science, and most of them do not believe in these.

He was born in a small Taoist temple, not only small, but also very desolate, located in the deep mountains, and no one passed by for ten days and a half months.

There are only two people in the entire Taoist temple, he, and the old Taoist priest who adopted him, he was adopted by the old Taoist priest at a very young age, as for how small it is, according to the old Taoist priest, it seems that it has just been left for less than a month.

His name was also taken by the old Taoist, and his surname was Ye, and his name was Qinglian, and he directly had the same name as the Taoist temple.

Every time he talked about it, the old Taoist priest said that he was sent by heaven to carry forward the Qinglian Taoist Temple, otherwise he would not have just appeared at the door of the Taoist Temple, Ye Qinglian was speechless about this.

Qinglian Taoist Temple has a long heritage, this is what the old Taoist priest said, there is a fundamental Dafa - Qinglian Concept Idea (full name is the Twelve Qualities of Creation and Transformation Qinglian Visualization Dao Holy Law), simply put, it is to use thoughts to transform to condense something, which is easy to say, but difficult to do.

It is rumored that he can exercise the divine soul, and he can finally make the divine soul jump out of the three realms of heaven and earth, beyond the reincarnation of life and death, under the coercion and temptation of the old Taoist, he practiced in a daze.

And he also succeeded, as for the various magical powers that the old Taoist priest said, he couldn't feel it at all, the only difference between him was that his memory became surprisingly good, and it was not difficult to remember it, and it was more than some geniuses.

However, it is said that God is fair, this sentence is not false at all, although he has an unparalleled memory, he has been frail and sickly since he was a child, with a body of more than one meter and eight meters, but he weighs less than a hundred, which is more "delicate" than some thin girls.

And his death, in the final analysis, is also related to the idea of the Qinglian view, and it was not until the end of his life that he discovered the miracle of the idea of the Qinglian view.

The idea of Qinglian is divided into four realms - emptiness, illusion, virtuality, and reality.

He cultivated the idea of Qinglian Concept, reached the realm of emptiness at the age of five, achieved perfection at the age of seven, broke through to the realm of illusion at the age of eight, and then gradually slowed down, and it took six years for the front, middle, back, and consummation, of course, this is definitely the fastest in the records of the past dynasties, and there is no one.

Later, he stayed in the illusion realm for a year, and obviously felt that it was unsustainable, and at that time, he had a feeling in his heart that even if he cultivated to death, it would be impossible to break through again.

When he was sixteen years old, the old Taoist immortal passed away, and his heart was throbbed like never before, but he suddenly felt the opportunity to break through.

Then this cultivation took another two years, and he finally ushered in the opportunity to break through and step from the illusion realm to the virtual realm.

It was this breakthrough that he was horrified to find that as the twelve-rank Creation Qinglian in his mind was transformed from phantom to phantom step by step, all the energy in his body was flowing wildly.

He couldn't do it when he tried to stop, and in just a few breaths, he saw that his flesh was rapidly disappearing, and finally only the white bones were left, and after a gentle breeze, even the white bones turned into powder.

At this time, Ye Qinglian already understood why her physical body was so weak, but it seemed that it was too late.

He didn't complain about the old Taoist, because the old Taoist died of poverty all his life, and he only reached the middle stage of the illusion, and he didn't enter the virtual realm for dozens of generations, which shows his high talent, and it is precisely because of his talent that he cultivated too quickly, beyond the limit of his physical body, which will make him weak and sickly since he was a child.

"I'm dead, but where is this? I'm not human anymore, am I a ghost? Is there really a ghost in this world?"

Ye Qinglian remembered his life, and wondered in his heart, for the theory of ghosts and gods, maybe it was affected by his own identity, although he was not sure, he definitely did not deny it.

What's more, he no longer has a physical body at this time, but his consciousness has not dissipated, if it is not a ghost, what can it be.

"Then, the immortal gods also exist, and the transcendent life and death mentioned in the Qinglian Concept also exists. ”

His mind beat violently, but then fell silent again, whether the immortal god exists or not, he is now dead and can no longer die, it seems that there is not even a bone residue left, maybe the next moment a bowl of Meng Po soup will be poured down, and the past will be gone.

"Hey, no, I seem to have felt a hint of warmth just now. After calming down, he gradually sensed that something was wrong.

That trace of warm breath, although faint, but since he cultivated the idea of Qinglian Concept, his consciousness has been very keen, especially at this time, his consciousness seems to have transcended the limitations of his physical body and become more sensitive.

He believed that he would not feel wrong, and in this dark and silent environment, the appearance of that warm breath just formed a strong sense of this.

But he felt it carefully, but he didn't feel anything, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, could it be that he really had a delusion?

"By the way, before, I was excited and my consciousness fluctuated violently, could it be related to this? A flash of light appeared in his consciousness, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.

After trying several times, he found that it really worked, and that trace of warmth was real.

No, to be precise, it was the warm breath that enveloped his entire consciousness, but in between, there was still a layer of darkness.

After learning this result, Ye Qinglian wanted to cry without tears, he didn't know what that warm breath was, but he was very eager in his heart, it was an instinct, just like he wanted to escape from the darkness around him.

But he couldn't, the darkness sealed his entire consciousness and turned it into an endless dark night, trying to pull his entire consciousness to silence.

"No, I'm going to break here, break this boundless darkness. He roared unwillingly in his heart.

He didn't want to die yet, especially for him who had died once, and he didn't want to try that taste of disappearing forever.

Consciousness tumbled into a raging river, to exacerbate the darkness, and the warm breath continued to pour in, like a warm sun, to completely melt the darkness.

However, the darkness is like a reef, no matter how the warm sun shines, it does not change in the slightest, no matter how the water hits, it is unmoved.

After a long time, the darkness slowly calmed down, covering everything, including Ye Qinglian's consciousness.

"Did you just give up?"

He muttered to himself, as if asking himself, he had worked hard before, tried all his strength, but hope was still in vain.

But to give up is to accept death, consciousness is asleep again, maybe never to wake up again, he has a sense of crisis in his heart after waking up this time.

No one wants to die, no one wants to dissipate completely, and he, too, therefore, does not want to give up.

His consciousness slowly fell silent, as if he had merged with the darkness, and he slowly pondered, one by one thoughts emerged, and one by one he denied them.

How do you get your consciousness out of it?

The power of consciousness comes from emotions, and the more violent the mood swings, the greater the power generated......

My unwillingness to form fluctuations in consciousness is not enough......

Strength, mood swings......

Maybe that's how it goes......

Ye Qinglian's consciousness that fell silent slowly began to recall her life in her previous life.

Abandoned since childhood, I have never even seen the faces of my parents - sadness.

The old Taoist priest's careful teaching and meticulous care - touched.

When others help you and when you get compliments countless times - happy......

There was also the irrepressible sadness of the old Taoist priest when he died and the great fear when he saw his own death, all of which were accumulated in his heart as he slowly recalled them.

In the dark space, his consciousness seemed to be calm, but in fact, it was like a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"No, it's too scattered. ”

The whole consciousness is like a volcano about to erupt, but he himself seems to be extremely calm at this time, thanks to his cultivation as a Taoist priest and the cultivation of Qinglian Guan Thought.

"It's not okay to disperse, then, let's twist it into a strand!"

He was ruthless, and all his emotions were integrated into his consciousness at the same time. He should have put his consciousness into these emotions and attacked in waves, but he was worried about the same as last time.

In this way, of course, all the mood fluctuations can be fused together, but the impact on his entire consciousness at this time can also be imagined, and even if he succeeds if he is not careful, he may really become an idiot.

But this time, Ye Qinglian decided to really block a sentence that was not very good, if you don't go crazy, you won't survive.

After a brief pause, his consciousness exploded, transforming itself into a round of suns that radiated a colorful glow.

In the different light, it seems that different pictures can be captured, whether sad or happy, sad or sad, crying or laughing......

It is like a sharp sword, cutting through the boundless darkness, and like a spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently.

The darkness shattered silently, and it seemed that there was no resistance in the slightest, and in the next moment, Ye Qinglian only felt that she had come to a warm place, with a warm and comfortable meaning all around, as if it was her mother's embrace.

At this moment, he felt that he had a body again, but he tried to open his eyes several times, but he couldn't do it, but his consciousness became more and more tired.

This made him come to the conclusion that his eyes didn't seem to have grown yet, or that his whole person hadn't grown yet, could it be that he was still in his mother's womb?

This time, I had to see what my mother looked like after I was born. After this thought came to her mind, Ye Qinglian couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

He had spent too much effort to get out of that dark space this time, and his physical body, which had not yet been fully conceived at this time, could not support his mind to keep running, so he could only fall asleep.

"Descendants of demon gods. ”

Outside, Wan Chunqiu Old Man Liantai pondered for a while before he slowly spoke. He didn't call the Blue Emperor, because the Green Emperor would only be the Green Emperor when it was put in the mouth of the human race or when the Five Emperors were mentioned together.

For the entire demon clan, the Qingdi represents only two words - the demon god, he is the demon god of the demon clan first, and he is the ancestor of the grass and wood elf clan.