There are many bridges in West Lake, but none are more famous than the Broken Bridge.

The broken bridge is not only a scene, but also a love, Bai Suzhen, Xu Xian and the broken bridge are also inseparable.

Of course, what is more important is that the broken bridge is not really a broken bridge, it is rumored that the broken bridge was called Duanjia Bridge a long time ago, which may be one of the origins of the broken bridge, which cannot be verified.

The fallacy of the world is probably like this, such as the so-called 'Huashan' in the travelogue of Baochan Mountain is rumored to be 'Huashan'.

It seems that the accumulation of snow for a winter has made the scenery of the broken bridge and the remnants of snow reach a perfect artistic level.

The white embankment on the lake is snow, and the bridge is also snow, but the frozen lake water is as black as ink.

The black of the lake, the white of the snow, and the contrast between black and white make the world distinct.

Most of the time the world is black and white confused, and it rarely appears when black and white is distinct, and when it does, it is particularly conspicuous.

Black and white are the purest colors, because they are pure, so this black and white picture scroll outlined between heaven and earth is particularly thrilling.

There are people on the bridge, dressed in black, lined with snow on the bridge, like a mythical demon god, standing proudly, with the bearing of dominating the world.

The demon lord put on pure black clothes, black from head to toe, and waited on the broken bridge.

He is not Bai Suzhen, and he is not waiting for Xu Xian.

But he was waiting.

What is waiting for is not love, but breaking.

He stood with his hands in his hands, on top of the broken bridge and the remnants of snow, this is the best place to view, far away from the mountains and near the water, at a glance.

The mountains are also white, and the water is of course black.

White mountains and black waters. The snow is beginning to clear.

The coldest time is not when it snows, but when it melts.

At this moment, the snow will not disappear, and it will be warm and cold.

The coldest thing is not the weather. It's a murderous aura that comes leisurely, from far to near, unconcealed but only he can feel.

It is so accurate that it makes people feel that the sky net is restored at the beginning of life, and it is impossible to escape.

He was dressed in black singles, and whoever saw him had to take a second look.

But it's too cold today. It was too early, sparsely populated, and not remarkable.

In the distance, the waves of the lake began to ripple. A white dot is exposed.

It was a small boat paddling from the condensed lake waves, the ripples were separated, fine and even, and there was no slurry on board. A man dressed in white stood in the bow of the boat.

White clothes win snow. The sword flies.

A sword flying immortal, nothing else.

The two are exactly the same, from the nose to the eyebrows, to the figure, there is nothing unsimilar.

Li Zhichang came, so naturally and so suddenly.

The lake is still, but the boats are rowing. But it doesn't feel like it's ruining the tranquility.

On the contrary, it is vivid in stillness, as if injecting a different kind of aura into this ink landscape painting. A different kind of dynamism.

This is like a great hand, on the good ink painting, suddenly sketch a stroke, the painting, the artistic conception of the time to raise a level, wonderful, and finally become a rare treasure, a masterpiece of life.

This kind of artistic conception seems to fly out of the sky, suddenly appearing, coming without a trace, with a long charm and no abruptness.

The eyes of the two, almost at the same moment, stared at each other, without hesitation, they were all clear.

Li Zhichang is dressed in white, super elegant and elegant, and the corners of his mouth are slightly bent.

If the Buddha had made flowers,

Everyone was silent, and Kasa laughed alone,

Don't laugh at the people, don't laugh at yourself.

Just for the joy of my heart at this time,

Happiness in the heart.

The demon lord was cold, his eyes were like knives, like swords, and he fell into the void, not even a trace of spark was stirred, and finally dissolved silently.

White as snow,

Black hair like ink.

The boat came to a halt.

Both of them seem to have become the center of heaven and earth, two different centers of gravity.

The lake water is like ink and the remnants of snow on the bridge embankment, like the black and white sides of Tai Chi.

And Li Zhichang occupies the center of the black face, and the demon lord occupies the center of the white face.

There is white in black and black in white.

There is yang in yin and yin in yang.

"In the world of the end of the law, there is no way in heaven and earth, and if you seek the way, you will not succeed. ”

The words of the demon lord are as cold as a cold knife, sharp as a fast sword, and they want to split Li Zhichang's innocent Dao heart.

"My word is not sought in heaven and earth, but outside heaven and earth, it comes like a meteor. ”

Li Zhi often talks eloquently, his expression is not hurried, calm and impeccable.

What he was powerful was not the words of counterattack, but just now, the spirit of the demon lord was like substance, pressing on his heart, but he was quietly dissolved, and he said something calmly, without any effort.

This work is easy to say, but it is rare.

Because how strong he is, how strong the demon lord is.

The road is one foot high and the demon is one foot high, but Li Zhichang seems to be at ease, which makes the demon lord who originally figured out Li Zhichang also have doubts.

This is what Li Zhichang is happy to see, but it is not what the demon lord wants to see.

He is free in the sky, knows all people's hearts, joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The demon lord knows that Li Zhichang's heart is as light as water, detached and elegant, so his own manifested temperament is also very similar, not the irritability of the demon king.

But now he can't help but be irritable in his heart, obviously everyone is the same, why do you look like you're going to eat me, that kind of demeanor is extremely unpleasant, even more disgusting than Shakyamuni.

He used all means to intimidate and threaten Shakyamuni, but the other party was left unscathed.

When Manjushri became enlightened, he led an army of 100,000 demons and wanted to bully the widows with the crowd, but he was killed by Manjushri.

These frustrated past events can't make him care, but Li Zhichang can't compare to Manjushri or Shakya, so why should he be frustrated.

Even if the other party's soul and flesh were special and could free him from the realm of desire, he couldn't bear Li Zhichang's contempt.

You must know that the common people are demons, and the demons are the common people, as long as the demonic nature of all living beings is inexhaustible, he can be immortal and immortal.

I don't know how much stronger than Li Zhichang, why can the other party be so indifferent to himself.

Cultivators have always been afraid of the Heavenly Demons like tigers, and they dare not slack off, so that the pervasive Heavenly Demons can descend on the calamity, and let them fall into the Demon Dao and not turn over.

The demon lord was very dissatisfied with Li Zhichang's attitude.

Heavenly demons are cold and emotional.

He needed to let Li Zhichang see his anger and see the majesty of the demon lord.

Let Li Zhichang be afraid, afraid, and desperate, and finally enjoy the flesh and soul of the other party.

But Li Zhichang's power made him never expect.

The world has changed, the broken bridge is still there, and the remnants of snow are still there.

It's just that there are no people by the lake, and even the figures on the bridge have disappeared.

The snow on the broken bridge, the white causeway and the West Lake, there are only two people left, and the world seems to be dyed gray.

All the scenery was still, except for Li Zhichang and the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord knows that if reality is three-dimensional, this is two-dimensional.

It can be said to be a fantasy world, or it can be said to be a flat world.

There is no passage of time, and it is attached to the real world, or an image taken by the real world.

Li Zhichang actually explored some of the mysteries of time and space, which was beyond his expectations, this was a means that only Jin Xian had.

But Li Zhichang is definitely not a golden immortal.

Of course, Li Zhichang is not a golden immortal, and he can't travel through time and space.

You can't go to the past, you can't go to the future.

He only temporarily severed reality and became independent.

There is no past, no future.

Only now!(To be continued.) )