The stone mountain will appear plain white when it is illuminated by the sun, so it is called Baiyang Mountain, Baitou Mountain.

The walls of this rocky mountain are smooth and difficult to walk, and there is no vegetation on it, and the whole body is bare stones, so no one will necessarily climb it once in three or five years.

On the flat side of the mountain wall, a sturdy young man with an ancient knife on his back and wearing a shabby kudzu cloth robe sat cross-legged facing the east, and a pair of eyes that looked at the vicissitudes of life watched the ebb and flow of the sea in the distance.

The golden light of the early sun was slightly dazzling, but his eyes never blinked, just looking into the distance like a statue.

From time to time, big fish surface surface surface surface surface to breathe in the air and spew out bunches of beautiful splashes. The gulls hover back and forth, sometimes swooping in for food, sometimes landing on the shore to rest.

There are fishermen who have already rocked their boats out to sea before dawn, and when the sun shines, they have begun to busy themselves in casting and collecting their nets.

There were passenger boats, against the rising sun and prevailing winds, heading east, to see off a boatload of people. It won't be long before it returns with another boatload of people.

In this heaven and earth, the mermaids, birds, and boats, each of them is himself, whether there is life or wisdom, they all exist between this world faster or slower.

Ships without wisdom and life were created by man, so people are free to harness or buy and sell them. Seabirds and fish, on the other hand, do not have very intelligent minds, they always act according to their instincts, hunting when they are hungry and resting when they are tired. And so on and so forth, for the rest of my life.

But the world has existed for countless years, there have been countless seabirds and fish, and there will be many more of them in the future. In this long river of ancient and modern futures, there will always be one or two of the countless seabirds and fish who are not willing to repeat their lives every day. When the seabird paused in a flash of inspiration as it pecked at the fish, perhaps it and its world had taken on a new look.

The demon is a beast that is unwilling to be ordinary. And immortal cultivators should also be unwilling to be ordinary.

However, under the influence of the dogmatic sects, there are many immortal cultivators who have been practicing since they were young, and they have never worked like an ordinary person, nor have they experienced a predetermined life like seabirds and fish. They have been cultivating immortals since they can remember, and they have spent their entire lives in cultivating immortals. Therefore, the so-called immortal cultivators who are unwilling to be ordinary are no more ordinary to them.

Every life has its own meaning of life driven by creation, but they also have the right to choose. If a small ant looks up at the sky, it may encounter a world that has never been seen before. A moth, if it rejects the attraction of light, perhaps life will be different.

The fate of all things should be the best choice of their own choice, and no matter how perfect the life is forced to shape, that person may not be happy. Sometimes, being nice to a person does not necessarily make her live a better life, but it is also possible to make her ordinary.

He Yi sat motionless, his eyes saw scenes one after another, and a person flashed in his mind.

He felt that what he was doing was for Jiang Cen's good, but she didn't like it.

Maybe Liu Daozun's restriction on Xiao Ning is also the same reason, so she ignored the eyes of others, and wanted to escape from the spiritual void dozens of times to find what she liked.

However, Daozun insisted on his own approach, and he did not.

He Yi didn't have the strength of Dao Zun, although he could almost become a master in this world. He is unpredictable about fate and cannot predict what the future holds. He didn't know what kind of person she would become if she continued to force Jiang Cen to follow the path he had arranged, and he wasn't sure what he was doing was right. So in the end, she gave up and let her choose the life she wanted. Even though he couldn't give what she wanted most.

On Baiyang Mountain, the sun passes from east to west. The canopy alternates black and white, day by day.

Regarding the matter of Jiang Cen and Cangming Sect, He Yi thought about it for a while and gradually forgot about it and stopped thinking about it. The matter has come to this point, what he has done is worthy of the old man of the Cangming Sect, as for what will happen in the future, let the years decide.

Sitting alone on the rocky mountain, he sometimes uses his mental method to transform the power in his body, and sometimes he opens his eyes to see the ups and downs of the tide, and the seabirds and fish.

By the sea, windward slope. The air here is humid, with a light rain almost every three to five days. In the rainy season, thunder and torrential rain often roll. And he sat on Paektu Mountain, as if he was going to sit on Paektu, day after day, never moving.

Cultivation is already a long time, and this time the transformation of the power of the exercises will take decades, and the transformation will not be completed overnight. Compared with ordinary people, his Zhiwei Shouyuan is almost equivalent to God, and he sits alone in the distant mountains, looking down on the posture of the world, and is almost no different from God.

But he's not a god, he's just a powerful man. In the distant mountains that do not belong to the world, he looks at people, birds, tides, wind and rain, and years. From the perspective of a bystander, he looks at the life of the people in the bureau day after day. Those grievances, love and hate, incomprehensible entanglements, and ordinary toil, are things he has seen and understood again and again.

Slowness is a skill he learned in Zhonggu City. In the long process of power transformation, he began to really slow down, and he took the trouble to look at the world every day.

The range of 100 miles is so large, but there are many people who come and go to this 100-mile world. He saw people die, and he saw people live.

After the old seabird flew back to its habitat for the last time, it curled up and waited to die. And when the fish is about to die, it is buried somewhere on the bottom of the sea, and the traces of its existence gradually disappear. They are dead, but there are newborn fish cowering and wandering in the sea, and stupid birds fluttering their wings again and again to fly. One day, the full-fledged birds will meet a new fish, or perhaps the birds will eat the fish, or they may become an extraordinary pair of fish and birds. At the end of life, the young birdfish also have the same ending as their predecessors returning to the nest to die, and in the same way, after them, there will be new life to continue the endless cycle of story.

Life and death are reincarnations one after another, and most people only play an inconspicuous role in reincarnation. If it is not a great man who has been famous for thousands of years, no matter how wonderful his life is, in the end it is just a small ingredient of the word "people" in the book of thousands of years.

People are people, inconspicuous and forgettable in the eyes of others. But people are also themselves, and they have their own business, not people's business.

If you look at it from a distance, you will see a big view. But when you look closer, those small things don't necessarily don't have to be ornamental.

He Yi sat motionless. He had seen the sea from afar, and the undulating tide contained endless fish. He focused on a family, and although the atmosphere of happiness and harmony of the old and young was not as magnificent as the mountains and rivers, it had a warmth that the mountains and rivers could not have. He has also seen goshawks, soaring into the sky alone, eating snakes, turtles, rabbits, and bloody slaughter all his life.

Whether it's a large group, a small group, or a lonely one, life is wonderful in its own way.

He didn't experience it, but he saw more people than he did. His life was slow, as slow as if he had only one breath in time. But this breath made him see the various states of life, the cycle of life and death.

The golden crow flew away, and the years went by. Many years later, one day, just after heavy rain, the sky began to clear, and the gorgeous rainbow bridge stretched across the sky.

A moving light dragged its long tail through the blue sky and flew towards the Hongqiao. But it has been flying, but it has never been able to catch up with Hongqiao, even if it has been integrated with Hongqiao in the eyes of the world.

That light was the tail of the flying sword. On the flying sword, there is a girl in Tsing Yi who looks about nine years old.

Nine years old, it is the flowering season of youth. The girl is full of beautiful fantasies about the world, and those feelings can easily be written into euphemistic and moving poems.

The girl in Tsing Yi chased the rainbow and flew farther and farther. Suddenly, she fixed herself in the air and looked around, and there was no trace of the existence of the rainbow bridge between heaven and earth.

The sword light turned back, and the young maiden Edgeworth landed on the top of Baektu Mountain, overlooking the Dongju Pier that was busy after the rain in the distance below the mountain.

Look at the crowd, look at the sea, the girl was full of pride, let out a long shout, and her crisp voice spread for more than ten miles, and even the seabirds under the mountain fluttered their wings for her. The girl shouted happily, "The world is so beautiful, I must see the beauty of the world with Edgeworth—"

She is like a bird that has just come out of the cage, full of curiosity and hope for the world, that innocent appearance, He Yi has vaguely seen it.

After breathing two breaths of the sweet air after the rain, the girl kicked the gravel at will, and followed the rolling stones to see the person with dust and traces of time on his body.

A shabby cloth coat and a quaint knife. He Yi sat motionless, and even his breath was undetectable.

With a soft sigh, the girl jumped up the hill on the stone and landed beside him.

"Uncle, why are you sitting here alone?" she asked, curious.

Her question made He Yi not know how to answer for a while.

What are you doing sitting? Cultivating? But over the years, he has rarely cultivated. But after so many years, the scenery should have been seen a long time ago, right?

"I don't know. He replied. I haven't spoken for many years, and this sentence is dry and blunt, like an old man.

"Don't know?" the girl was even more puzzled, and walked up to him and crouched down, her little face facing him.

"Uncle, your face is so dirty!" she exclaimed, her brows furrowed, and her little mouth pursed, as if she was dissatisfied with his filth.

After sitting for thirty years, the wind and dust have already crawled all over He Yi's body and mind. It had just rained, and the rain washed away some of the dirt, but left traces of the road, which made it even more dirty.

"It's dirty, it doesn't matter. He replied lightly.

"Hmm~ How can I do that!" The girl gave him a nasal voice with disgust, then turned around and smiled, and said, "This woman is in a good mood today, help you wash your face." ”

As she spoke, she clenched her small hands, and a wisp of true yuan aura emerged, and soon gathered a ball of clean water.

"Uncle, don't move!" she said with a grin, and with a push of her hand, she pushed the water balloon on his face, happily washing away the dirty dirt.

In a few moments, the clean mass of water had turned a cloudy color. As soon as she saw that it was almost there, she threw the water balloon out with her hand, and gathered a new water balloon to wash her hands, and was satisfied.

"Hehe, it's clean now. The girl smiled coquettishly, lifted her chin proudly, and said, "How is it, is the uncle very envious of my skills?"

Feeling her innocent appearance, He Yi had a faint smile on his face after thirty years of vicissitudes and nodded.

This time, she was even more proud. Her eyes rolled, and the girl snorted and said, "Uncle, listen well, this woman is the most talented, the smartest, the best-looking, and the most likable sect master's disciple of the first generation of disciples of the Cangming Sect - Jiang Li!"

"Jiang Li, are you a descendant of the Jiang family?" he couldn't help asking, and a circle of ripples appeared in his heart.

"That's right. Her face was full of color, and she said proudly: "Tell you, this woman is under the two of you in the Cangming Sect, and above ten thousand people! Help the uncle wash your face today, and you will have a light on your face when you say it in the future, and you can show off to others." ”

"Oh, thank you so much. He Yi still had a faint smile on his face, and asked casually, "By the way, who is your current sect master?"

[Today is the blood-stained birthday of our hall master, I wish him a happy birthday!]