The wind in the mountains is very gentle. Even on the cliff, it is like spring all year round. The endless spring spirit permeates the surroundings, just like a fairyland on earth.
The Heavenly Tomb is in full swing, and this place is as quiet as ever. Even in the troubled times of war, this place is so peaceful, like the last piece of pure land in the world.
Pure land is not enough to describe the mystery of this place. Among the rugged rocks are century-old Polygonatum sibiricum, Millennium-old Ganoderma lucidum, and cranes flying in the air, spreading their wings high, leaving a magnificent trace in the thick fog. The avenue stops here, and the world exists because of it.
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A gorgeous figure stands on the cliff. The breeze blows, bringing with it a strong sense of warmth. The flowers in the mountains are blooming, and the flowers are blooming, but nothing can compare to its grace.
Humans are more delicate than flowers. Standing between heaven and earth, all the colors have lost their color. Just because of the existence of this person, she is as quiet as a virgin, with a peaceful expression and no sadness or joy on her face. She seems to have seen through the vicissitudes and reincarnations of the world.
, does not contain any personal emotions, has great wisdom, can talk to the way of heaven, and deal with it calmly.
If heaven and earth regard mortals as existing like flowers and plants, then she must not be, because she is different from mortals and is a fairy in the sky, superior to all heavens.
The breeze blew her clothes, and Ding Yuluo stared at the faint morning light. On the high mountain, she had an indelible emotion for the reincarnation of heaven and earth. She was extremely beautiful, especially symbolizing the beginning of a reincarnation.
The flying wing sword is inserted on the cliff, like a pillar supporting the sky, supporting the entire sky and guarding this peaceful mountain forest. There is no place deep in the clouds, only in this mountain - Cihang Jingzhai.
Cihang Jingzhai, in the outside world, is extremely mysterious. It is more holy and elegant than any holy place. It is a place where countless people worship. It is the leader of the White Way and suppresses all holy places. Every historical change requires its intervention to turn things around.
As always, this place is a wonderland.
Cihang Jingzhai's aura is very special. If Lei Feng comes here, he will definitely be shocked, because Cihang Jingzhai's aura is completely different from the outside world. It is a kind of chaotic energy. Even outsiders can't get chaotic energy.
There are too many here.
Ding Yuluo was illuminated by the colorful clouds and looked like a fairy. The expression on her face was so calm and heartbreaking that ordinary people couldn't help but worship her. This was awe that came from the soul.
At this time, Ding Yuluo's appearance is the same as before, indestructible beauty, unfathomable mystery, sitting high in the nine heavens, looking down at the people, no one can match him, but his temperament has changed a lot.
Although it is still the same cold, Ding Yuluo is now far away from the world and has arrived in an unknown fairyland, no longer belonging to the human world.
The Flying Wing Sword still stood quietly, without any reaction, like a piece of cold rock, blending into the surrounding Lingcao Mountain Spring, naturally becoming one.
Ding Yuluo talked to the Flying Wing Sword, and looked at the sword peacefully. On the surface, there was nothing magical about it, but if you look carefully, around the Flying Wing Sword, the avenue was dormant, and the void was trembling, weak, but
Extremely clear.
There is no colorful phoenix flying wings in the body, but there is a clear understanding in the heart.
The five great magic weapons in the world are all made of the same magic materials, and have the same abilities. Every time a magic weapon is born, it will trigger the reaction of other magic weapons.
The Flying Wing Sword is very quiet now, which means no magic weapon has been born. Except yesterday, the Flying Wing Sword trembled, which means someone used the magic weapon.
Ding Yuluo stood there for three days, motionless, just thinking about a question, about the Tao itself, about the nature of reincarnation.
Now, she has figured it out a little, but it is not enough. This has allowed her to reach the legendary realm and understand the true nature of the sword's heart. However, she finds that she is still far away from the true Tao.
People spend their entire lives pursuing the Tao, just like humans traveling from the earth to another galaxy. They cannot find the tools and spend a lifetime to reach it. Therefore, predecessors are constantly trying to shorten the distance to the Tao for the benefit of future generations.
It's a pity that after thousands of years, it is still not enough.
The Tao is like the stars in the night sky. It looks like you can pick it up with your hands, but the real distance cannot be measured by humans at all. Not even a saint can.
After making too many attempts, I finally ended up spinning in circles. This did not stump those people of great wisdom who came one after another, but instead made more martial arts masters spend their whole lives pursuing it.
The one who has walked the farthest is still too far away from the road, so far that the distance traveled by humans can be completely ignored. As a human being, Ding Yuluo knows that it is very difficult, but he still tries.
Life, apart from that, has no nostalgia.
So after the sword's heart became clear, Ding Yuluo prepared to enter the death barrier and understand life and death. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get out in this life. Maybe there is still a chance, but who knows?
She stood on the cliff for three days, just to think about some very simple questions, but she couldn't get the answer for a long time. What is a human being, what is the Tao, like a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, the supreme and ardent pursuit is just a floating cloud, human's
A life, no matter how wonderful it is, cannot match the river of time and will eventually be buried in dust.
"The rain falls."
Behind him, a dimly lit figure appeared, standing side by side with Ding Yuluo. Under the colorful clouds, her face could not be seen clearly, but looking at her figure, the colorful clouds had lost its color, which showed that this woman was also a beautiful person.
"Zhai Master." Ding Yuluo saluted.
What appeared was Cihang Jingzhai Master, who was mysterious and unpredictable. No one could see her cultivation now. She was truly the number one person in the world and no one could challenge her, even though she hardly took any action.
"Aren't you willing to change your mind and call me master?" said the owner of the restaurant.
Ding Yuluo said: "Since Yuluo saw through reincarnation, he has cut off the cause and effect in the world. There is no relationship between master and disciple."
The host sighed: "My child, why are you suffering? You did not have to choose this path."
"Disciple has no choice." Ding Yuluo said calmly.
Then there is silence, the morning glow rises, and the sky casts a thousand-foot-high brilliance, shrouding the two of them, like people in a fairyland, which cannot be desecrated, and like holy flowers that are far away from the dust of the world and cannot be understood.
When the sun shines, the gentle wind blows, and the warmth spreads, the whole valley blooms, the flowers bloom in the wind, and the spiritual birds fly, landing on the thousand-year-old trees on the cliffs, and neighing, like the sound of heaven filling the air.
Opening up makes the whole valley more mysterious and magnificent.
With a sigh, the light and shadow dissipated in the sun, and the host left. He knew how difficult it was to dissuade his beloved disciple. The more wise a person is, the more determined his mind is.
The things she has set her sights on cannot be changed even if the earth collapses. However, the road to pursuing the way of heaven is full of life and death. How many people can see through it?
No matter how magnificent you are, in the long river of time, you will be nothing more than a red and pink skeleton. If you cannot withstand the polishing of time, you will eventually lose your color.
Ding Yuluo still stood quietly, absolutely and independently. The crane not far away showed her kindness and wanted even a little praise, but she was indifferent.
She is not used to Ding Yuluo's current appearance. She usually touches the beautiful feathers of the crane and tells some unintelligible stories, with traces of sadness and entanglement. Now she has become uncomfortable even for a spiritual bird.
Listening to the crane's constant calling, Ding Yuluo finally turned around, looked into the crane's bright and pure eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "People change."
Woohoo——
The crane chirped again, the voice full of puzzlement and doubt. He bent his long neck, picked up a hundred years of life and flew to the front. He picked up Ding Yuluo's clothes, put them in front of him, raised his head, and looked at the owner.
Ding Yuluo knelt down and sighed: "Since I accompanied you, I have wronged you. If you want to go home, there is no way to stop you."
Seeing that Ding Yuluo had misunderstood what he meant, Xianhe hurriedly shook his head and screamed a few times, trying to explain, but unable to understand his words, he could only express his meaning with the purest eyes.
Smiling slightly, the clouds lost their color. Ding Yuluo touched the crane's head and said faintly: "The way of heaven is impermanent, but life is short. Everything is the most important. What is the way? I thought a lot, but in the end I found
You have lived for more than two hundred years without an answer, do you know?"
The crane didn't know what the owner was talking about, but he still shook his head, then lowered his head and picked up a century-old ginseng in his mouth, ready to give it to the owner to express his feelings.
Facing the persistent crane, Ding Yuluo took the ginseng. The ginseng, which was filled with light fragrance, was a unique species in the valley. It would not exist in the outside world at all, because every living thing here is nourished by chaotic energy, which is mysterious and unpredictable.
Anything is of great value to the outside world, but comparing it to the outside world is really a blasphemy to this fairyland.
The crane looked at Ding Yuluo flatteringly, with extremely human eyes, full of sincere emotions. Unlike humans, any of the crane's emotions were so pure.
Suddenly, the crane raised its head, looked at a place in the valley, flapped its wings, soared, and then swooped down with one claw. The rocks were broken, and the sharp claws were visible.
Phew!
A ten-foot-long venomous snake was caught by the crane, and then killed easily. The snake gall inside was picked out, and it immediately returned to the cliff.
Ding Yuluo watched the process from beginning to end, the light of reincarnation in his eyes was spinning, extremely holy, and murmured: "This is reincarnation."
The poisonous snake wanted to eat the bird eggs on the tree, but was discovered by the crane and died. The crane is the guardian of the valley, full of majesty. It was an extremely powerful red poisonous snake, full of danger, but under the hands of the crane,
It is not an enemy that can be defeated with one move.
Ding Yuluo's body was blooming with a faint light, with a kind of holiness that was hard to resist, like a fairy descending to earth. The morning light was no longer faint, the temperature gradually increased, and the aura became more active due to the spread of sunlight.
But Ding Yuluo still didn't move, looking deep into the clouds, where there were endless mysteries. The most important thing was that the flying wing sword in front of him didn't respond.
This is a magical weapon with its own intelligence. When there is danger or other reasons, it will warn. But now what Ding Yuluo is waiting for, it has never expressed anything.
In the evening, the crane had left out of boredom, but Ding Yuluo still stood, with the wind blowing on his face, his black hair lying on the ground, his eyes like paint, with a sense of reincarnation.
