Chapter 189 The big dream is like an unchanging reincarnation
Huanxin wakes up from sleep.
It's still dark.
However, it seems to be extremely dark tonight.
A kind of wonderful darkness. She could see her own body and the outlines of things, but except for herself, everything that existed had lost its color.
It's as if she is blind now.
What about the stars and the moon? They are above the gray shadows of a chaotic forest, and are slightly floating pale white spots in the dark night.
What an amazing view.
From such a perspective, some things that are usually ignored suddenly become eye-catching. The carpenter's hammer left under the table and some debris in the corner, their wonderful edges and corners are all highlighted.
When Huanxin put his hand on the window sill, a moon-white staircase suddenly rose from the window lattice and extended toward the sky.
In the colorless world, this staircase is undoubtedly very eye-catching. The gentle and gentle light is fluffy and slightly cool, like a ball of water vapor hitting the face.
Huan Xin felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
Is this a dream? Or an adventure?
She carefully touched the sky-long light steps, which were indeed real and not illusory.
Huanxin gently leaned out from the window sill, stepped on the light, and climbed a few steps.
Yes, she stood in the sky, and the vast gray earth was trampled under her feet.
The adoptive father said that the top Qinggong in the world can make people step on the ground, cross water, and look at the surroundings with ecstasy. Is this the scenery of a true master?
The light steps flew high into the sky, and she kept climbing with renewed energy and light body. However, after a long time, there was still no end in sight. She was out of breath. The strong wind at high altitude was raging and the atmosphere was thin. She had difficulty breathing and her inner energy was exhausted. Looking down, there was only
In the endless darkness, if you slip and fall from the light steps, you will definitely die.
At this point, it was no longer possible to go back the same way, and the stairs behind me had disappeared at some point.
The little girl slowly squatted down and curled up on the wide yet narrow steps.
This step could accommodate two of her, but it was so dangerous that it seemed like she would fall if she turned around.
Huanxin whimpered twice and suddenly started to cry softly.
"Don't cry."
It's Sun Lizhai's voice.
Huan Xin hurriedly wiped her face, sat up, turned around and looked around, but she could not see the figure of the fairy sister.
Suddenly a budding epiphyllum floated down from the sky, beautiful and fragrant, spinning in front of the little girl.
The petals suddenly bloomed, and the charming fragrance suddenly spread.
The dew between the petals gathers and turns into a small water mirror, with a flickering picture floating.
Huanxin looked intently and saw a bright day in the mirror.
Two women, one older and one younger, were standing in front of the bamboo hut. They were Sun Lizhai and Huan Xin.
They were holding hands and standing side by side. Through the gap between them, a coffin could be seen.
Although it was a back view, Huanxin could see that she was crying in the mirror.
At this time, Sun Lizhai said again, "Don't cry."
The screen disappears.
Epiphyllum floated away and flew up the stairs. Huanxin stood up in a hurry to catch up.
After a while, a picture appeared in the water mirror again. The little girl climbed the stairs while staring closely at the things in the mirror.
Sun Lizhai fell to the ground slumped, while Huanxin was caught in the hands of a tall multi-armed demon.
"Useless struggle." The numerous golden eyes on the demon's face blinked like stars in the sky. He swallowed Huanxin in one mouthful and then punched Sun Lizhai.
At the critical moment, the epiphyllum seal between Sun Lizhai's eyebrows flickered, and the demon exclaimed, then withdrew his fist and roared several times angrily.
The screen disappears again.
The more Huanxin looked, the more doubts he had in his heart.
What do these images mean?
The third time.
Sun Lizhai and Huan Xin were sitting in a carriage. The little girl looked worried, but Sun Lizhai couldn't stop bleeding. The bright red and even golden blood kept evaporating, so that the carriage was filled with golden and red brilliant light.
fog.
The carriage and horse came to a sudden halt.
The horse pulling the cart screamed, and then a childish call came from outside, "You two, don't run away again. The young monk must ask for the Fu Yu Sword!"
The sadness on Huan Xin's face suddenly disappeared, turning into endless coldness. She drew out the magic sword from her waist, opened the curtain, and walked out.
The curtain was lowered, blocking the outside world. Sun Lizhai turned her head slightly and looked at the low-swaying curtain with a calm expression.
The screen disappears.
For the fourth time, Sun Lizhai looked at Huan Xin. She had been living an ordinary life in the valley all her life. One day, her adoptive father and Xu Xiangong disappeared together. However, Huan Xin reacted calmly, even indifferently.
She has become one with the deep valley and will die of old age here forever.
The fifth time, the grown-up Huanxin confronted Sun Lizhai.
"Sister, I have the answer to your question."
"..."
"I don't want to."
"That's okay." Sun Lizhai left slowly.
Behind him, Huanxin burst into tears.
For the sixth time, the adoptive father and Xu Xiangong attacked Sun Lizhai secretly.
"For Xin'er's sake, you should bear the calamity of death on her behalf!"
The foster father and the wooden man waved their palms together, and Sun Lizhai also punched.
However, just when the three of them were about to get involved, the situation suddenly changed.
The foster father suddenly hit Xu Xiangong with his sleeves, and Sun Lizhai also changed her moves and smashed the wooden man's arms.
"You!" Xu Xiangong was shocked and angry.
The adoptive father smiled and recited the incantation, and a section of blood-stained wood on the wooden figure suddenly shone clear, and Xu Xiangong let out a weird scream, which then fell silent and became silent again.
Huanxin walked gently behind her adoptive father, drew out the divine sword, and pierced him.
"Xin'er, you!"
Huan Xin smiled strangely, "What Xin'er? I am your Mr. Xu Xiang!"
For the seventh time, Xu Xiangong was restrained in the formation. There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the demon suddenly broke through the sky and rushed into the deep valley.
For the eighth time, Sun Lizhai carried Huan Xin on her back and stepped among the rough waves. She walked little by little toward the place where the sun rose.
When she reached the end of heaven and earth, she raised her head and looked at the Bodhisattva on the lotus throne.
"Lu Yuan, can she still be saved?"
"The soul is in disarray, and naturally there is no way to save it."
"Let's do it again." Sun Lizhai was silent for a while, "Lu Yuan, is it possible for me to replace her?"
"some."
"Can you do it?"
"cannot."
"I understand."
The screen disappears.
Huanxin strives to chase after the night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming cereus, and strives to climb the steps of light.
However, the epiphyllum gradually withered, and the water mirror continued to dissolve.
Finally, a huge flower and fruit fell gently, and Huanxin pounced to catch it.
She lay on the steps, gasping for air.
Turning her head slightly, she saw the thin and sparse sea of clouds below her. She had gone too far and too high.
There is no road ahead, and the stairs behind are still disappearing.
Huanxin didn't care, she just hugged the epiphyllum tightly and curled up like a baby.
Finally, the stairs beneath me disappeared.
Huanxin opened her eyes wide and looked at that day. The stars were shining brightly, illuminating the dark purple and beautiful sky, and colorful colors returned to the world.
She fell like a meteor, breaking through the vast clouds, as if breaking the barrier between heaven and earth, rushing to death, and regaining a new life.
