The heart is like ashes.

Ning Feng's state of mind at this moment, just like the petrification that kept spreading on his body, was gray, submerging, covering everything, and finally reaching the limit.

He intuitively felt that a heart seemed to have turned into stone, sinking and sinking incessantly......

Ning Feng was clearly standing halfway up the cliff, protruding from the stone platform, half a step forward was a cliff, and half a step back was a standing cliff, but he felt as if he was in a bottomless pool, and the whole person was drowned in unspeakable sadness and despair.

In such a state of mind, he didn't even think about what was happening in his body, what was the petrification that was reflected in the lake of his heart, to what extent, and what caused it?

This feeling is just like when people are miserable and decadent to a certain point, they have no interest in everything outside, and they seem insensitive to all stimuli.

I don't know how much time has passed, and the divine light in Ning Feng's eyes is getting more and more dim, like the eyes of a dead man, all dull.

He always looked at the eastern sky, staring at the place where the plane tree led and the phoenix broke the boundary, even though it had long been calm and as if nothing had happened.

During this period of time that Ning Feng himself couldn't distinguish, he saw streamers of light coming and going in a hurry, cutting through the sky.

In every streamer, there is a familiar or familiar atmosphere, is it Zeng drunk? Is it Baoxi? or his own guiding brother Shen Zhao [一_本_read] novel xstxt xuan?

Faintly, Ning Feng also saw that on the sky behind him, there were white clouds whistling and scattering, gathering for one drink, and scattering for one drink, this is a supernatural power: Drinking clouds? Is it the divine thoughts of his mentor Tianyunzi sweeping across the void?

Ning Feng didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

Endless sinking. It's like a pair of arms with infinite strength. Dragging his feet. Sink incessantly to the deepest place.

If in the blink of an eye, he didn't know how many times the dark and morning sky disappeared in front of him, and it was replaced by the Nine Shadows, and the underworld was deep, he wouldn't feel the slightest strange.

During this whole process, Ning Feng's mind fell into absolute dead silence, and only when he thought of Ning Caichen, he would twitch. The pain is a while, and the rest of the time, like an ancient well without waves, it is dead and incombustible.

He didn't look down, let alone notice, that layers of petrification began to spread from the instep of his foot, silently covering his calves, climbing up his hips, climbing to his chest, and overflowing his neck......

At first it is a pale blue-gray color. It is the color of a duck's eggshell, and it is as thin and brittle as an eggshell.

Then. As time goes on, this petrification process intensifies, not just climbing upwards incessantly, but also thickening incessantly.

Over and over again, layer by layer, the petrified color on Ning Feng's body gradually became exactly the same as the cliff rocks behind him and the mountain rocks under his feet, like a stone that had weathered for thousands of years and became more and more stubborn.

If he moved, looking down on a whim to look at the surface of his feet, Ning Feng would find that after petrification crawled over his neck, climbed onto his face, and solidified his hair, he started from his neck and could no longer move a bit.

It is like a human figure made of stone, standing between the wind and rain.

"Whew~~~"

Ning Feng let out a long sigh in his heart.

"Is that all?"

"Is that all...... Is that all...... Is that all......"

He seemed to have turned his mental space into a cave of stone, and his heart was constantly echoing.

"Why, how can you be so unwilling?"

Ning Feng seemed to sense something, and the unwilling seed sprouted in the deepest place.

He wanted to move, but the figure didn't move in the wind and rain.

The wind and rain, I don't know when it filled the heaven and the earth, the streamer that pierced the sky, I don't know whether it gave up in despair, or retreated in the wind and rain, in short, disappeared without a trace.

Ning Feng was so smiling that he couldn't shake the movement of the stone figure, leading to a "click".

His petrified hair, with a small strand of it, broke, fell, and shattered to the ground.

It is not difficult to see from the fine powder fragments that it is not only the surface that is petrified, Ning Feng's hair seems to have been buried in the soil layer hundreds of millions of years ago, and in the long years, it has precipitated into fossils.

From the surface to the inside, from the shape to the quality, it is a genuine stone.

The hair is like this, what about Ning Feng's body?

Did he, really turn to stone?

It looks like yes.

The petrification changes on Ning Feng's body have developed to the extreme.

Petrification crawled all over his face, a touch of melancholy, frozen in the stone sculpture, as if it was a natural ghostly workmanship, capturing and carving out a rich melancholy and reluctance.

The only thing in his body that wasn't a stone was perhaps the pair of eyes that were dead early and like silence.

Even so, petrification still couldn't let him go.

First the eyelashes, then the petrified places that covered the whites of the eyes, and then made persistent efforts to invade the dark eyes, seeing, as long as it took a thousandth of an instant, the stone would fill the pupils, turning Ning Feng into a stone statue completely.

"Also~"

"Yu~"

"Kokoro~"

"Zhi~"

"~So~Good~~~~~~~~"

In Ning Feng's heart, the place that was originally as silent as the deepest mountain belly suddenly opened up.

In an instant, the mind and mood could not be captured, and the whole heaven and earth continued to expand, forming an infinite wilderness, connecting the heavens and the earth.

This is boundless, this heaven and earth, and the purpose seems to be just to make the sudden sound appear more vast and loud, echoing like hundreds of millions of living beings, shouting together.

"I also have the good heart of the rest, although I still have no regrets about nine deaths~~"

"I also have the best in my heart...... Although he died nine times, he still did not regret it...... and what is good for the rest of the heart...... Although he died nine times, he still did not regret it......"

Ning Feng was obviously sealed by the stone with all his five senses, but he could "hear" the fourteen words, repeated countless times, and the sound went straight to the deepest place in his heart.

They are like an old man, blind and deaf, shouting at the top of his voice;

Or in an old temple. The statue of the Buddha suddenly spoke. Wake up like an initiation;

It's like being in the view of the immortals. Dao Yun is inscribed......

In a trance, Ning Feng "woke up".

"Where am I?"

Ning Feng opened his eyes, opened his ears, and took a breath, which was so fresh that he wanted to be intoxicated.

He found that he was sitting next to a pond that was overflowing with golden water. The halo of golden water is so pure, so pure that it seems to be poured into it after Huang has been financialized.

One pool. Connected with a pool, into a chain of nine pools.

At the end of the pond is a green hill.

On the green mountain, there is a mountain road winding, looking up and stopping, and the whole is magnificent, as if it is a big Buddha, a god, an immortal, overlooking it in a kind place.

Behind the mountain is the sky. On the edge of the sky hangs the sunset that never sets, and there are wisps of white clouds that do not move or wave. And so it was set in the heavens.

"This is it!"

Ning Feng stretched out his waist and slowly stood up, looking at the frozen eternal scenery.

"Nine Tricks Stone Realm, why did I come in again?"

Ning Feng subconsciously recalled, thinking of the plane tree that broke through the sky, thinking of the scene of the phoenix perched on the plane tree, like an iron nail in his heart, piercing it violently, and couldn't help but mourn.

"Huhuhu~~~"

He took a few deep breaths before he could barely calm down.

Just thinking of that scene briefly, Ning Feng felt petrified again.

Instinctively, Ning Feng recalled that the heaven and earth were filled with "what is good in the rest of the heart, although he has not regretted his death", he stood still, and after a while, he muttered fourteen words.

"Original...... That's ......"

Ning Feng smiled bitterly, he understood.

"Nine Deaths Mentality, it turns out that this is the case, no wonder I have not been able to cultivate to perfection. ”

"I also have a good heart, although I still have no regrets after nine deaths. ”

"I have never despaired, suffered, and persecuted to the realm of nine deaths, the so-called no regrets is just a joke. ”

"Only the true heart is like ashes, and there is no interest in life, which is considered true - nine deaths!"

"The heart is dead, the body is dead, rather than being the walking corpse and falling into endless regret and chagrin for the rest of your life, it is better to turn into stone and stand tall in the wind and rain. ”

"If you can't be in the most desperate, the real 'no regrets', then you will really turn into stone, if you 'don't regret the nine deaths', you can cultivate the true state of mind of nine deaths!"

Ning Feng completely understood.

Whether it was the truth of the Nine Deaths state of mind, or the petrification itself, or even the situation he was facing now, he understood it all.

"So ......"

Ning Feng took his hands, walked on the bank of the golden pool, bowed his head and groaned, looked up, and asked himself:

"I, do you really not regret it?"

In his mind, scenes flashed involuntarily......

has Chen Xiwei's cuteness, her stubbornness, and her pride......

The acquaintance of two people to the acquaintance of each other, the tacit understanding and closeness of two people, all the ...... that happened together

All of this flashed by like a marquee, from clear to blurred.

Ning Feng gradually couldn't see anything, couldn't see himself, and couldn't see the beloved, in the chaos, only his own emotions emerged, becoming clearer and clearer.

"It turns out that what we don't forget, what we have no regrets, is never how good the other party is, how happy we get along, not even those experiences themselves, but our own emotions!"

"I really love her, then, there is no word 'regret'!"

"It doesn't matter what she becomes, or ......"

Ning Feng suddenly raised his head and looked at the eastern sky, as if he wanted to see through the sunset that never fell, through the Nine Aperture Stone Realm, through the barrier between the two realms, and to see the other side of the sky.

“...... Where!"

"My heart, no regrets!",

Ning Feng spit out words like mountains falling from the sky, smashing down the earth, causing countless shocks, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The entire Nine Aperture Stone Realm, like cheers and joy, shook suddenly, directly shaking Ning Feng out.

Everything that happened in it seems to have passed ten thousand years, but in the outside world, it is just a moment, a thousandth of a moment.

Petrification was pouring into the pupils, and a ray of light, like morning light, burst out from Ning Feng's pupils in an instant, melting all the stones and seeing through the Nine Heavens.

Ning Feng saw her beloved, on the other side of the sky, opening and closing her rosy lips, and saying three words with her mouth:

"Catch up!" (To be continued......)