Wan'er leaned against him softly, her eyes were extremely blurred, her face was flushed, and she listened quietly to what he said.
"Every time I see this bamboo, I think about how amazing the creation of the sky and the universe is. It's so miraculous that it's indescribable."
Mr. Bai said calmly: "Look, these bamboos all look the same, indistinguishable. Each one has the same posture, but if you look carefully, each one has its own charm.
There is absolutely no similarity.”
"Every bamboo leaf on each bamboo plant has its own life, its own style, and is all different. At first glance, the textures seem to be the same, but upon closer inspection, you find that they are completely different.
.”
"It seems that every bamboo tree has its own life, and every bamboo leaf also has its own life."
Mr. Bai said calmly, holding a thin bamboo branch in his hand, which was green and green.
"Every time I see these, I wonder how ingenious this creation is. How many bamboo leaves are there in this bamboo forest in front of us? How many bamboo leaves are there in this world? But,
No two bamboo leaves are exactly the same. So, how did the creator create so many different bamboo leaves? Perhaps this is the infinite power of heaven and earth."
Mr. Bai spoke slowly, and Wan'er listened quietly.
Gradually, an extremely bright light overflowed from her eyes. She stared curiously at the bamboo forest in front of her. With her eyesight, she could naturally see the difference in each bamboo leaf. The more she looked at it, the brighter her eyes became.
A feeling that comes from the bottom of my heart but is difficult to describe clearly fills my entire body and mind in a trance.
"From this bamboo forest, I can't help but think...how many different bamboo-like plants are there on this continent, or under the starry sky? Each one is different, each one is different.
, unique, each leaf is different.”
Mr. Bai said leisurely, his eyes far away.
"Then, I actually thought of people."
"people"
Mr. Bai suddenly became heavier at this word.
"How many different people are there in this world, under this starry sky? Everyone is different, and what everyone does is also different. There are no two people in life.
The trajectory is exactly the same.”
Mr. Bai said affectionately: "So, aren't these people just like these bamboo leaves? Each bamboo may be a town, or even a country... or even a continent."
"Just like humans."
"Every year the autumn wind blows, or every year the spring breeze comes, countless dead leaves fall to the ground. Even for plants that are said to never lose their leaves, when new buds come out every spring, there are always too many old branches and leaves.
Falling to the ground slumped, covered by new shoots."
"It's like talented people emerge from generation to generation, and a new generation replaces the old."
"The transition between old and new is so ruthless, yet so sentimental."
"But it is so helpless and imperative."
Mr. Bai looked at the bamboo forest in front of him with compassion, and said deeply: "Although I have experienced ups and downs and been punished by God, I know that I don't care at all.
"Just like the bamboo forest in front of us, these bamboo leaves look green and full of vitality, but what if that's the case..."
Mr. Bai gently threw the green bamboo branch in his hand with a "brush" sound.
No effort at all.
The bamboo branch fell quietly into the bamboo forest.
Fluttering...
Pieces of bamboo leaves fell from the branches.
They were scattered all over the place in an instant.
A gust of wind blew, and the entire bamboo forest swayed, making a rustling sound. Countless branches and leaves fell from the branches.
Mr. Bai watched quietly and asked softly: "Did I knock down more leaves in this moment? Or did the wind blow down more?"
This sentence seems to be asking myself, Wan'er, and the sky.
Wan'er looked at it blankly and subconsciously replied: "It's probably because the wind blew more down."
At this point, I suddenly shuddered.
It was only at this moment that Wan'er finally understood what Mr. Bai wanted to say. What he wanted to express.
Mr. Bai raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a faint smile: "Yes, it is true that the wind blew more down."
He raised his head lightly, looked at the sky above his head, and said softly: "It's you who killed the most people."
His voice was very calm, but there was a kind of resentment that shot straight into the sky.
The sky is clear.
However, after Mr. Bai finished speaking these words, there was a sudden "click" sound.
At this moment, this sudden explosion was like the whole sky suddenly bursting.
That's a jiao thunder
A bolt from the blue, the real deal
A blazing white lightning suddenly fell from an endless height in the sky. At this moment, no one in the entire continent saw this sudden lightning.
Everyone, no matter how high or low their cultivation level is, no matter how good their eyesight is, or it may be a coincidence, they all open their eyes like blindness at this time and have no chance to see him.
However, a loud explosion caused the entire continent to tremble.
The lightning flashed away and disappeared without a trace.
The sun is still shining brightly in the sky and the sky is clear.
There seems to be no abnormality at all, no clues at all
But in the bamboo forest.
Mr. Bai's expression remained unchanged, and he looked calmly at the deep ditch in front of him;
That's a crack
A crack of unknown depth and length spread all the way out.
All around, there are traces of withered and cracked trees, spreading in all directions like tree roots.
This feeling and this scene are actually indescribably weird and terrifying.
Mr. Bai watched quietly, his expression remained unchanged after the sudden change. At this moment, a few strands of hair on his forehead quietly fell down and scattered bit by bit, covering his eyes. He could only listen to him
He spoke softly again: "It was you who killed the most."
Different from Mr. Bai's calmness, Wan'er's face was pale and she was obviously in shock. She was just a little bit on the verge of sitting on the ground.
Fight against the sky?
There was a fine layer of cold sweat on Wan'er's white and tender forehead.
Mr. Bai breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said in a low and mocking voice: "My resentment for thousands of years, the countless disasters I have endured, and the nine divine punishments I have suffered are just to express some of my own feelings.
Emotions actually triggered a thunderbolt from you?"
"Then what should I do if I have accumulated grudges for so many years...to slaughter the world?"
Mr. Bai chuckled lightly.
He said softly: "That's all, it's just a way to vent your emotions, but... today I finally poured out the grievances of thousands of years into one person."
"My heart is so comforted and my heart is so at ease."
"I want the blue sky, the sun and the moon, and the stars in the sky to dominate; I want to overthrow the clouds and rain, so I come to overthrow the world; I admire the way of heaven in my heart, so I will toss this earthly world a few more times."
I am currently working hard to save the manuscript, and I am very proud to say: I have four chapters saved now. I will try to save ten chapters by May 1st, and then send them all out at once.