Han Shi's thoughts, which had already solidified like a stone, revealed a gap in the convergence of comprehension at a certain moment......

This gap, like a small lever, gently pried the confrontation between the power of the stone path and the power of Taimo, making this originally evenly matched contest slightly fall to the side of the power of the stone path.

Han Shi is no longer just a stone, and for the first time in the eternal stone heart, there is a spark of thought.

The wisps of memories that were swallowed up by Tai Mo began to return bit by bit from his birth.

Like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding, Han Shi stood in front of the painting, looking at the baby who was born with the stone, and started the journey of life, the joys and sorrows in it, the yin and sunny, the birth, old age, sickness and death, longing and forgetting, in the spring, summer, autumn and winter, the entanglement has become the scenery of life.

Han Shi watched the child grow up and experienced a magnificent life.

Until the dark sea appeared in front of him.

Is the other side of the sea the other side?

Han Shi walked silently, walked into the scroll, and became one with the person in the painting, at this moment, in the darkness, a tear fell.

He finally remembered that his name was Han Shi.

A will belonging to Shi awakened in Han Shi's body, making the quiet and withered and unchanged Taimo gradually appear to roll.

This will is immortal and immortal, as if it is the backbone of this heaven and earth, longer than those years, more mysterious than that avenue, more tenacious than the eternal power of Taimo.

At the moment when the awakening of the will of the stone reached its peak, it turned into a silent roar, and under the impact, the power of Taimo around it, like the waves of the sea, was pushed away from afar.

The gray flower on the other side, in an instant, shattered in Han Shi's hands, turned into a wisp of wisp of power of reincarnation, wrapped around his fingertips.

Smiling, he pointed lightly.

"Wither!"

This darkness of silence is deeper than death, and he thought that if there was a withering extreme, it would be this silence.

But at this moment, there was an amazing thought in his heart.

This is too silent, will there be a dry moment?

What will happen to the withering of too much silence?

As Han Shi's finger came out, a faint ripple echoed from his fingertips, causing Na Taimo to also vibrate, and the amplitude of this shock became larger and larger.

At Han Shi's fingertips, there was a faint glimmer of light, with the tenacity of Shi's will, in this dark space...... Bloom.

The light was a faint gray, but compared to the darkness, it was almost impossible to see the gray, but it appeared supremely white.

The white light, like a prairie fire, once ignited, was out of control, expelling the endless darkness, Han Shi's soul, Han Shi's body, and Han Shi's mind were all contaminated by this fire, and immediately burst into flames.

The last one to be lit was the green candle that had been extinguished for many years, and the moment the cyan fireworks swayed again, a sense of completeness from the depths of the soul instantly spread throughout the body.

Han Shi, wake up completely.

His eyes slowly opened, and at this moment, time seemed to freeze, and his gaze passed through the silence and saw ...... The way back.

In the years when he was hidden in Taimo, it can be said that he has already realized the extreme of the two poles of withering and glory.

One hundred and sixty years, the world has been a few spring and autumn, but for Han Shi, it is like just a dream, he woke up from the colorless dream.

"Rong!"

In the dark, the brilliance at Han Shi's fingertips made Na Tai Mo completely boil, but not only did Na Tai Mo not dissipate, but like the most terrible nightmare before waking up, all of them rushed towards Han Shi and submerged into his eyebrows, this was Tai Mo's last struggle, and it was also the strongest blow.

"You will not perish, but want to devour me, but how can you decide my body?"

Han Shi's eyes were bright, and at the center of his eyebrows, three golden marks instantly appeared, and an extremely strong suction force made the speed at which Tai Mo entered the center of his eyebrows faster, this scene was not too silent to devour Han Shi, but Han Shi wanted to inhale all the power of Tai Mo into his body.

After just a few breaths, the power of Tai Mo that poured into Han Shi's eyebrows like a tide, as if he saw a more terrifying scene in the center of his eyebrows, the continuous influx stagnated for an instant, and suddenly turned into an escape trend.

The power of Taimo turned into countless fine dark mist threads, scattering and fleeing.

"If you're here, don't go. ”

Han Shi sneered and raised his eyebrows again, and on top of the three golden marks, a cyan flame mark appeared again.

As soon as this flame came out, those dark mist threads that fled one after another, at this moment, seemed to let out a silent roar in unison, and the momentum of escape came to an abrupt end, with a suction force that was a hundred times stronger than before, and suddenly a three-foot whirlpool appeared in front of Han Shi's eyebrows.

The endless power of Taimo, even hundreds of millions of miles away from Han Shi, was affected by this suction force, and they all turned into dark mist and fled into the distance.

In the middle of this whirlpool, a dark whirlpool that was so huge that it was indescribably huge slowly rotated in this empty space, and at the center of this whirlpool was a young man in a green shirt, with a dark light in his eyes, quietly watching all this.

As the dark vortex became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, there was a faint black mark in the center of Han Shi's eyebrows, which was as thin as a hair, but it was condensed but not dispersed.

Its color is like the deepest night!

In Han Shi's eyebrows, the boundless power of Taimo was forcibly compressed into the shape of a seal, and then disappeared from the surface of the eyebrows, this kind of concealment is a kind of seal, and now Han Shi does not have the ability to drive the power of Taimo, and sealing it is the only thing he can do at present.

The last trace of dark mist dissipated, and finally the darkness that covered the heavens, the earth and the people completely receded.

Dao Zhou's shrill and smug laughter, at this moment, sounded so nostalgic, and the depression in the green cow's low roar actually had a sunny color.

The breeze blew across Han Shi's face, and a broken and distorted sky fell into Han Shi's eyes.

"Han Shi, for so many years, if you hide in that black fog and don't come out, Lao Tzu is about to suffocate to death. Dao Zhou turned into a streamer and landed on Han Shi's shoulder.

"Also, you lied to me when you said that you made an agreement with Lao Tzu before, but now that you come out, make it clear to Lao Tzu, otherwise I won't finish with you, hum!" Dao Zhou spoke extremely quickly, not giving Han Shi a chance to interject at all.

Han Shi looked at Dao Zhou quietly, a smile appeared on his face, his gaze was still so clear compared to back then, in it, the sincerity that once made Dao Zhou's heart move, never far away.

It was such a gaze that Ling Daozhou couldn't say a word of the words in his stomach.

"Dao Zhou, thank you. Han Shi glanced at the sarcophagus of Qingmei and said softly.

"It's just, don't you even understand this, that's still me lying to you, alas......" Han Shi shook his head and walked towards Qingniu.

Dao Zhou's expression froze, and then he gritted his teeth, it didn't understand, it had obviously expected Han Shi to say this, why did he still ask, and suffered a loss in Han Shi's hands.

Dao Zhou snorted coldly, his eyes lit up, looked at Qingniu, and laughed maliciously.

Suddenly, Han Shi's playful voice made its smile freeze again, "Dao Zhou, are you ready to learn how to call a duck?"

"What?"

Dao Zhou's eyes showed shock, Han Shi's words, it was a little incomprehensible.

Its eyes are like a gambler who believes that he will win, but at the moment when the hole cards are revealed, he finds that the loser is himself.

Suddenly, Dao Zhou's mind flashed and thundered, and it was blank, not only because it heard the result of victory and defeat from Han Shi's tone, but also because it thought of one thing.

Dao Zhou's gaze fell on his smooth wings, and his face turned pale.

"Han Shi, Lao Tzu has been cheated by you again!" Dao Zhou, who understood all this in an instant, was suddenly stunned and shouted angrily.

But shouting and shouting, Dao Zhou's heart, a strange feeling rose at this moment, and outside of that victory or defeat, it seemed to see that the previous jokes may not be true.

Han Shi may really be its nemesis for life.

"Well, no. ”

Dao Zhou's mind raced, "If Qingniu is scissors, I am cloth, then Han Shi is naturally ...... Stone. ”

"Haha, scissors kebu, cloth natural gram stone, yes, yes, that's it. ”

"Hey, it's still not right, how come it's a rock Kebu, scissors are also Kebu, dare to love me and be bullied at both ends...... , this is not a heavenly reason....."

Dao Zhou instantly fell into a mess, his eyes were glazed, and he gritted his teeth even more.

Han Shi gently stroked the top of the green cow's head, making its eyes show comfort, squinting slightly, gently rubbing Han Shi with his neck, and letting out a cheerful low roar.

The joy of reunion made Han Shi forget a lot for the time being.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Han Shi's figure appeared in front of Qingmei's sarcophagus, and there were no waves in his gaze, just watching quietly.

Five hundred years, dust!

Five hundred years, the vicissitudes of life!

Five hundred years, a love, blooming.... Wither!

Five hundred years, the face is infatuated, but it can't withstand the passing of time!

Five hundred years, that is what she has been waiting for in the years, whether it is life or death!

Five hundred years, cause and effect have been imprinted into fate, and the word forgotten dust has long been destined for everything today!

Five hundred years, between him and her, there is no need to ask whether it is a catastrophe or fate, and the gap between life and death has made the two stand on the other side!

Five hundred years, his gaze, as in the past, is just her looking back, but it can't cross the distance of three lives, frozen under the oil-paper umbrella!

Five hundred years, he struggled to return from the silence that was darker than death, just to see her smile!

Five hundred years, the vast search, suddenly looking back, a pot of gentleness, drunk heartstrings!

Five hundred years, Chong Guan was angry, the sea of blood was monstrous, and 100,000 cultivations were wiped out in his hands!

Five hundred years, the moment the four eyes meet, a thought is eternal!

Five hundred years, like a mirror flower, like a water moon!

Five hundred years, he, dare not forget!

Five hundred years, sealed!

He and her, perhaps just two grains of dust from their previous lives, met unexpectedly at a certain moment.

It's just that if you and I don't know each other, then we can not cling to each other, like the wind, blowing through, there is freedom without sorrow!

Han Shi looked at Qingmei quietly like this, unable to see joy or sorrow, only a deep memory, intertwining his life with hers.

Looking at it like this, let the time gradually pass, he didn't look away, it seems that in this gaze, he can keep Qingmei in his heart forever.

For a long, long time, Han Shi lowered his head and muttered, "Qingmei, I miss you!"