Scene after scene, the same picture, like a cycle, Bai Fan walked a whole circle, and he didn't know how many thousands of miles he had leaped over, and finally returned to the original point. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Endless Realm is like a crystal labyrinth, inlaid with thousands of mirrors, and these thousands of identical drawings make up the whole world. The only difference was that in the center of this endless domain, Bai Fan found six huge beams of light, like six passages, and he didn't know where to lead to the world.

At the moment of discovering these six passages, Bai Fan's heart was shocked and he remembered the six reincarnations that Director Li said. But Bai Fan didn't act rashly, this passage appeared too suddenly, Bai Fan didn't know if this was the way he left, or if it would make him really sink.

In this way, Bai Fan walked through almost the entire Endless Domain, and finally returned to the side of the six passages.

Bai Fan seemed to have forgotten the time, because there seemed to be no time here at all. It's like a dream, a moment, but it has already experienced a reincarnation.

Slowly, there seemed to be some traces of time on Bai Fan's body, he became a little old, and his hair began to turn gray. In particular, his memory had become a little blurry, and he had almost forgotten why he was here.

Gradually, Bai Fan rarely went out and walked around, and most of the time he sat cross-legged next to the six huge passages and meditated, or was in a daze.

Sometimes Bai Fan still had an urge to enter the passage, but his instinct told him that if he entered it, he would sink. It was between such hesitations that Bai Fan had more and more gray hairs on his head, and even wrinkles began to appear on his face.

Except for Bai Fan's own changes, the years have not left any traces here, but Bai Fan's heart slowly developed a feeling of loneliness.

The feeling is like walking in the ice and snow, the wind is cold, but you can't see a single light, not even a thin piece of clothing, it's like drifting in the ocean, but you can't see a small boat, not even a raft, it's like drowning in the boundless sea of fire, the fire burns the heart, goes deep into the bone marrow, and carves into the soul.

There was only a big sky-breaking sword beside him, a broken knife with only the handle left, only a sword that cut immortals, red and black, and the edge seemed to be long gone; there was also a storage bag, there was a golden hill in this bag, every time he saw this golden mountain, although Bai Fan's heart would fluctuate a little, but more than that, he didn't care, it seemed that this thing was worthless to him.

In addition, there were still some spirit grasses left in the storage bag, but there was not much left of Bai Fan's food over the years.

And what Bai Fan cared about the most was a somewhat blackened stone. This stone looks plain, but it seems to occupy an extremely important position in Bai Fan's heart. Every time Bai Fan saw this stone, it was as if he had seen a relative, and he felt very kind.

Over the years, whenever Bai Fan felt lonely and lonely, he would take out the stone and take a few closer looks, as if he could get a trace of comfort from it and talk about the emptiness in his soul.

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Day after day, year after year, and it was another spring and autumn, and Bai Fan didn't know how long it had been.

"It's time!" Finally, one day, Bai Fan could no longer restrain the impulse in his heart and leaned towards the six major passages. Bai Fan didn't hesitate anymore, because he felt that his time was running out, his qi and blood began to decay, and his cultivation also showed signs of regression.

He'd forgotten so much that he didn't know why he was here, where he was going, what he was being.

He may close his eyes at any moment, but he still seems to have a little obsession in his heart.

Bai Fan didn't know what this obsession was, and he didn't think about it, because he didn't have much strength anymore.

The moment he stood in front of the passage, Bai Fan was a little confused and in a daze. The whirlpool in the passage gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had been here before, as if he had entered this passage before.

"Farewell!" Bai Fan sighed lightly in his heart, not knowing whether he was saying goodbye to this world or saying goodbye to others, and then jumped into the passage.

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On the earth, Bai Fan had a dream, he dreamed that he had entered the world of mythology, incarnated as a cultivator, flying to the sky, going to the sky and the sea, omnipotent, but when he thought about it carefully, his memory was so vague.

"Why is it such a dream again?" Bai Fan sighed lightly, he had done similar dreams more than ten times, and the earliest one had to start from the day he became He Taiqi's apprentice.

At that time, Bai Fan was famous for performing corpses, and he happened to have an accident when the male number two was filming, so he took the position of the second male lead, but he didn't expect to be favored by Taishan Beidou He Taiqi in the interpretation world and accepted as a closed disciple.

Bai Fan is happy, his efforts in the past few years have not been in vain, and he finally saw the day of his emergence, so he asked a few friends to go out and have fun together.

Halfway through, several people met an old man who was painting and shouting loudly: "Painting mountains is mountains, painting water is water, the first painting in the world!"

"How about it? Why don't you paint a self-portrait?" A few people didn't think much about it, but took three steps and two steps, and then stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, do you want to paint a self-portrait?"

"Paint! The first painting in the world, what else can't be painted?"

Bai Fan sat down, and the old man picked up his pen and finished painting in three or two strokes, the speed was so fast that Bai Fan was dumbfounded.

But when Bai Fan got the portrait and looked at it, he couldn't smile bitterly, the painting was simply not a thing. People are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, although Bai Fan can still be vaguely seen in the corridor, but the image and temperament are too different, so that Bai Fan can't help but complain a few words: "Uncle, you are the first painting in the world?

However, this old man can really break it, and the words he said made Bai Fan a little speechless: "Young man, I paint mountains as mountains, and water as water, but I don't say that painting a person is a person!"

Bai Fan really wanted to vomit blood when he heard it, and he didn't know if he was scolding him, or what, so he hurriedly paid and was about to leave. How do you know that this old man is still unforgiving, looking like you don't suffer a loss if you paint it, and you can't be fooled when you buy it, you even pulled Bai Fan and asked Bai Fan to buy a few calligraphy and paintings.

"Yes, uncle, I'll just buy it. Bai Fan was helpless, after buying calligraphy and paintings, he couldn't help but complain a few words: "Uncle, what are you painting here, the mountains are not mountains, the water is not water, you are a pit for money!"

But the old man showed a look of disdain, as if he was laughing at Bai Fan's appreciation that he didn't understand, and sighed lightly: "I painted mountains, but you don't see mountains!

As soon as the old man said this, Bai Fan was not convinced, but this old man had old arms and legs, Bai Fan couldn't even bear to lose his temper with him, and he was quite embarrassed.

The old man was 'unforgiving', and continued: "Young man, don't be unconvinced. Do you know that young people see mountains as mountains and water as water; middle-aged people see mountains as mountains and water as water; older people see mountains as mountains and water as water? “

The old man was like a river, and talked eloquently: "When I was young, at the beginning of my life, I was pure and immaculate, I was reckless, and I was persistent. If I tell you that this is a mountain, then you know this mountain, you know this water, can you still say that the mountain I painted is not a mountain?"

Bai Fan didn't refute either, and the old man continued: "But once people reach middle age, they will experience more, and they will have a world of their own in their hearts, everything is subjective, but they will also turn black and white upside down, confuse right and wrong, and no longer trust others." The mountains are no longer pure mountains, and the water is no longer pure water. That's why you say that the mountains I paint are not mountains, and the water is not water. ”

"Young man, do you know that if you pursue a lifetime like this, a busy life, and a life of arrogance, you will eventually regret it for the rest of your life? That's why I said you are sick and must be cured! I am helping you. ”

"If you know how to talk about it, what about old age?"

"Old? As soon as people get old, they will return to their roots, and they will suddenly open up and return to their original hearts. As the so-called Ren'er rolls red dust, there is a bright moon and a clear breeze, and the mountains are naturally mountains, and the water is water. Just as people are human beings, they don't have to be deliberate human beings, and the world is the world, so they don't need to be meticulous in dealing with the world, and everything pursues nature and follows their own hearts. ”

The old man kept flickering, and Bai Fan was stunned, and he really couldn't find half a word to refute. In this way, Bai Fan obediently took out money and bought a few calligraphy and paintings. However, Bai Fan looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find out what was going on.

It was the old man, who hurriedly stuffed the money into his pocket, for fear that Bai Fan would regret it, carrying a bamboo pole, muttering something in his mouth, 'Once in the sea, and then look at the world, it is all light and light' disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This old man, it's a pity not to be an actor, a serious nonsense, his face is not red, his heart is not beating, and his face does not change. Someone said, patted Bai Fan on the shoulder, and looked at Bai Fan with some sympathy.

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"What do you think?" At this moment, a cold, gentle voice came over, interrupting Bai Fan's thoughts.