The peach blossoms flew away, and there was another crisp silver bell ringing.
A line of white clothes appeared, standing between the beauties of heaven and earth.
The mountains and green waters should have become more majestic under the waves of the sea, but at this moment they were completely silent.
Only the frost accompanied the bright moon, and the bright moon illuminated the figure.
That figure, with its back to Chu Cheng, gathered all the light in the world.
Those dry and cracked pupils made waves in a burst of ripples. The warmth of spring should be nourishing these eyes.
At this moment, those eyes regained their brightness.
Chu Cheng raised his head, looked at the graceful figure, and in the clear light, he took a step to the back of the figure and gently held the hand.
The big and small hands touched together at this moment. However, when the big hand touched the right hand of the figure, it did not hold it, but passed directly through it.
This is not a real flesh and blood body, but it is because when Chu Cheng disappeared, a woman used her true intention to paint to retain the last remaining soul.
Her entry into the painting can make that remnant soul never be lonely again.
The painting is in the heart, and the heart is in the painting. He is in the painting, and she is also painted in the painting.
From then on, this painting lasted forever, and the woman was in his heart forever.
Love lasts forever in ancient and modern times, and this mortal world is also boundless. When the two of them stand together again, it is a mortal world that shocks the world.
So, another color appeared in the green.
Bright red flowers bloom quietly everywhere.
Thick, distant and long. When Chu Cheng clearly understood what love is in the world, the swing painting would be different.
This is goodbye, and there are no words. If she were still in this world, what would she say when facing this mighty force at this moment?
Chu Cheng didn't know, he only knew that her smile would be as bright and moving as the three thousand flowers blooming among the greenery.
I only knew that I was looking at the flowers and the people beside me. Then I turned around and spoke three words.
"Nian Nian. Come."
Then, there was another figure. Another soft voice.
"Come."
A sea beast emerged from the ripples, and a white tiger rushed from the mountains to a young girl, standing beside Chu Cheng and the woman.
Then, with a smile on his face, Chu Cheng bowed to heaven and earth again and again, and said in an extremely respectful tone: "Master, Senior Xueyao, please!"
The spring breeze and rain came again, and the colors fell again. Two men of extraordinary splendor appeared beside me.
Then, there was another sound.
"Dear seniors and heroes, please continue on this path with Chu for the rest of your life!"
Then, in the world of mortals, figures appeared one after another.
There is a girl in plain clothes, an old man holding a three-foot mortal sword in his hand, a slovenly old Taoist with a red nose, and a middle-aged scholar holding the righteousness of heaven and earth in his hand.
One by one, familiar people appeared behind Chu Cheng.
Three-foot God, Baipao'er, Xie Yiyi, Liu Xuhua, Lu Lingsha, Ayangu, Xi Zifeng, Dongfang Bubai, Ye Xuan, Beihuang War Song, Yin Miaozhu...
And that person, the person I met in the human world.
These were people Chu Cheng knew, heroes who protected all living beings in the world with their lives, and people who had helped him.
Most of these people have passed away. Only a few are still alive.
It's just that whether they are dead or alive, they are all included in his paintings now.
This was his life. What he saw in his life was something he would never forget. It was also the source of persistence and kindness in his heart.
Water is good for me. Although Chu Cheng mastered the true meaning of water, he was unable to eliminate the evil thoughts brought by the Mask of Destiny before he achieved great success.
That single word "clear" is to cleanse the mind from external sources. But the most important thing is because of the persistent good thoughts in Chu Cheng's heart. If he is willing to become a demon, then even that single word "clear" is useless.
In a cold place where no flowers fall every year and no greenery appears.
A spring breeze follows. This biting cold snow will also turn into a sentimental thing, warming a frozen heart and adding a touch of bright color to the gray.
This bright color is the most outstanding color.
The beauty that Chu Cheng has has always been extremely short-lived. There is no time to reflect on it.
But this is the most dazzling memory in Chu Cheng's heart. It's just that this brilliance will never last forever, but it is undoubtedly the most amazing in the world.
Just like this painting, when it is unfolded and rolled up, it can be astonishing for eternity in just a moment.
A ray of light lit up on the two hands touching each other.
These two groups of light fall just right on the thin gap between the two hands, making them appear to be linked together from a distance and from a distance.
"Walking and stopping, I am still alone in the end. But from now on, I won't think so. Because, behind me, in this painting, there are no longer two people."
This world of mortals has always been full of worries. Someone stretched out another hand, folded a red flower, and slowly put it on the people around him, as the last touch of beauty in the world.
"It would be a pity if only two people could watch this great river and mountain." Chu Cheng held the hands of the people beside him and looked at the figures in front of him.
There are tens of millions of people. Behind the sea of people, there is still a shadow, but it has not been completely formed.
Because Chu Cheng has never seen those people. But these people are real existences. These are all the people in the world.
At this moment, Chu Cheng seemed to have returned to the seven realms of the world and returned to his hometown.
He held the hand and turned around slowly.
When he turned around, the people around him also turned around.
Chu Cheng raised his head, the red pink in his eyes getting thicker.
These are the colors of fireworks and that affection. They are two colors that compete with each other and are equally matched.
There was another strange light flickering in Chu Cheng's eyes. Deep in the ripples, with the flash of light, a lotus flower appeared.
Blossoming petals, real dragon flying, clear and pure.
It emerges from the mud without being stained, let alone being burned in the fireworks.
The lotus fell into Chu Cheng's hand. Then, a voice shouted loudly.
"Everyone, what if we lose?"
Some are talking to themselves and speaking softly.
"We might as well gather everyone's strength and fight against it."
"Of course it's a battle!"
Laughter echoed again. At this moment, even in front of the great power of destruction that could make Chu Cheng powerless and helpless, he could still fight.
Because at this moment, Chu Cheng is no longer a person, but everyone in the seven realms of the world!
Just like back then, when facing a disaster and there was no chance of life, all sentient beings gathered together and used the power of all sentient beings to create a chance of life.
Chu Cheng pointed forward.
Under this finger, thousands of voices, countless piercing sounds sounded simultaneously.
Everyone raised their fingers.
As a result, countless radiances appeared in that lotus flower. In a golden light, white light rose. A breath of earth-shattering righteousness floated in the wind and was covered with millions of star points.
This is the ultimate power between heaven and earth, the sword machine of all the stars in the sky, and the blessing of the power of all living beings.
When all living beings gather together, that is the love of heaven and earth.
If the world is unkind, people will not be able to reach the top. If there is emotion, then there is a high artistic conception.
That's a very scary mood.
A ruthless person doesn’t know what death is, but a sentimental person knows what injury is.
Because I know, I don’t want to know. Therefore, I fight to the death...I don’t want to know.
There is love in the world, which means there is an extra layer of hard work. It is like a person who has no way out, completely forcing himself into a desperate situation. Only in this way can he find a way to go on with persistence.
Qingming's vision turned red again. After all, the fireworks could directly kill high-level ghosts and immortals, and how could they dissipate so easily.
To force them to retreat is only temporary. To force them to disperse, they can only force them to fight with their lives.
The greenery is swaying again in the red fire, and red flowers are blooming in the profusion of flowers everywhere.
This is another two colors competing for beauty. It should be the most conspicuous color between heaven and earth. Therefore, it has to compete for the title of the most gorgeous.
But Chu Cheng would not let the flower bloom. That lotus, followed by the wind and the push of all living beings, fell on the red road.
Then, the world was destroyed.
The eight colors are intertwined, chaotic and orderly. Faintly visible, among the lotus flowers, figures appear one after another, including Chu Cheng himself.
One person holds one color and one thread, and gently presses it forward.
In an instant, the zenith lowered five stories, and with another breath of embroidery breath among the vast mountain clouds, a whole new world appeared.
The thousand autumns have been rolled up, and the lotus has bloomed. This has closed and the other has opened, and both are destroyed.
In an instant, two auras of destruction arrived instantly, ripples flowing through the air.
The aurora has illuminated everything in the sky and the earth, and everything is in a stunning scene.
Millions of miles after millions of miles, they kept collapsing and collapsing again. The world that had just become ruins was shattered into pieces again.
Everything around him was just a roar.
Chu Cheng could no longer see any colors, because in an instant, the eight colors had disappeared. Because, the eight colors had turned into destruction.
Amidst the destruction, there is stillness like the power of the mysterious source.
The red color compressed in the sky and the earth within a radius of one hundred thousand miles stood still for an instant, and an even more powerful force descended from the sky, crushing and destroying the red color along the way.
Bit by bit, densely packed, there are sparks everywhere.
After all, this is just the last remnant when the flames dissipate. How can it save much time?
But in a gust of wind, the red quickly dimmed and eventually turned into dust.
Even if this fire can start a fire, how can it burn the sky? Even if the fire is suppressed by the anger of the day, this fire must be extinguished.
The moment the swing appears, the whole world is already in the painting.
When thousands of rivers and mountains appeared, this world was no longer the same as before.
Rather, it is the heaven and earth in the painting! When the painting is rolled up, the heaven and earth printed with ink will be included in the painting.
If Chu Cheng unfolds the scroll again, he will see that on the bluestone, between the man in white, the woman in white, and the girl looking up, there is also a red fire.
This scene only exists in the sky. It is the gorgeous morning glow. It is the beginning of a new day.
When the red fire is no longer a prairie fire, then it will no longer be frightening, but a beautiful scenery!
"The power has weakened..." Chu Cheng waved his hand, clearing away the smoke and dust everywhere, and opened a clearer road.
His gaze is still far away.
Behind him, the figures have disappeared. They appear because the painting appears, and then disappear because the painting closes.
Although they have disappeared, it is only temporary. But if the swing reappears, then they will also appear.
Those figures were still standing beside Chu Cheng and Yin Lin, or behind them.
Join hands with your son, take care of your elders with your wife, drink with your friends, and enjoy the prosperity of this life with all living beings.
This is the destiny of the Tao, and although it is a painting, it is still a heaven and earth. Given time, when Chu Cheng's destiny is fulfilled, this painting may not be able to become a vast universe.
And these painted shadows are the guardian spirits in the vastness, turning shadows into realms to guard all living beings.
It took Chu Cheng more than thirty years to realize clearly that his strongest way is not the power of heaven and earth, nor is it the way of using stars as swords.
It is the way of love. This way has been passed down through the ages, raising it to another level.
That lotus flower is not a decoration. It is the second most powerful force in this painting.
Although it is like a short-lived flower, it has been sublimated to the extreme and bloomed with the most dazzling light.
This is the brightest light that shines in the lives of those heroes who have sacrificed their lives to protect the common people in the seven realms of the world.
Perhaps, some of them are unknown throughout their lives, they just focus on cultivating quietly and are indifferent to the things in the world, and the world does not know about them.
But once those people appear, they will defend the mountains and rivers of their hometown with a sense of righteousness in their hearts.
I am at the end of the world, and I am guarding the end of the world. With the power of cultivation over the years, I will achieve that great trend, and I will not regret it even if I die. It will also be the most unforgettable scene in the world.
Red and green are the most colorful colors in the world, but they have always represented the love between men and women. Although they are bright, they cannot shock the world.
Only with a single word of painting can one become a hero in the world.
Danqing turns into a red heart, even if it is green blood, it is difficult to eliminate this color.
The fiery red in the painting eventually lit up with countless light spots.
This is the color of painting, the color of heroes.
Everywhere, except for the path that Chu Cheng stretched out his hand to open, there was smoke and dust billowing.
He did not continue to disperse the dust and smoke, but kept focusing on the faint and flickering yellow light.
At this moment, this yellow light can no longer be regarded as light. It is a residual fire that is about to be extinguished.
"The power... has weakened." Chu Cheng's eyes clearly reflected the faint glow like a firefly, and he spoke again.
After all, that firework can instantly obliterate high-level ghosts and immortals. Its power is suffocating, how can it be obliterated so easily.
Once, Feng Jingjie said to Chu Cheng that when someone with far greater strength than Chu Cheng steps into this painting, it will not be the death of that person, but the collapse of the painting.
Although this painting is a painting of Tao fate, it still cannot fully reach the greater stage before it is completely completed.
In this Qianqiu, by integrating emotions and then rising to a higher level, it is only to be able to grasp the true battle with the strong ones in the early stage of Nirvana.
Facing the terrifying fireworks, Chu Cheng only had a glimmer of hope and gathered everyone's strength to resist.
I hope that there will be a glimmer of hope like before. But it cannot be erased so easily.
This reason happened in that light.
The fireworks finally went out, and the burning breath disappeared immediately.
"There is no breath of life in the four directions...could it be that young man?"
Chu Cheng then used the Qing Dynasty to enter the leaves, opened his sight, and saw in the distance, there was only a wisp of smoke.
At this moment, Chu Cheng moved.
He walked out in one step and came to the plume of smoke in one step.
When Chu Cheng saw what was in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly narrowed sharply.
There is no figure here, just dots of crystal light on the ground.
This light is the Nether Pearl that fell when the ghost fairy fell, and eventually turned into powder under the general situation.
Chu Cheng's fright did not come from the shattering of this Netherworld Crystal, but from something else.
It was a burned out candle.
It's just an ordinary candle, used for lighting.
But just such a candle directly killed a high-level ghost immortal and almost caused Chu Cheng to die here.
.......
Someone suddenly raised his head, and when he did, the faint and noisy crying sounds all around him suddenly stopped.
In the darkness, a cloud slowly moved.
In this darkness, the so-called white clouds are nothing but the swallowing things of this darkness.
But the clouds became more and more red. Finally, in a gust of wind, they bloomed into red flowers.
Light appeared in the heaven and earth.
This light reflected the ghosts scattered millions of miles across the sky and the earth, and also clearly revealed the trees and rocks.
It also revealed the handsome face of a young man, his face full of weather.
"The bright moon is bright, what a word of love to enter the Tao. I didn't expect that there is such a stunning person among the same level."
The man looked at the sky reflected by the red flowers, murmured, and suddenly started to chuckle.
The green shirt is full of old blood, humming the folk songs of the rivers and lakes.