The moonlight is cold at night, and the land is empty. The only sound of rustling is when the wind blows. It is not very clear at night. The grassland is undulating like a sea, extending to the end of the land, and it is desolate.
In this deserted night, in this desolate vast world, two figures walked side by side, like a pair of immortals, strolling on the endless prairie in the moonlight.
There is no human habitation for hundreds of thousands of miles, but occasionally a lone wolf is seen howling at the moon, swallowing moonlight, refining demon pills, and nothing else.
Neither Ye Fan nor An Miaoyi spoke. They just wandered along, feeling a kind of emptiness and softness.
No longer distant, no longer cold, no longer rejected thousands of miles away, now there was a hazy light connecting them, as if they had become one body.
"I want to go to the Western Desert again." After a long time, An Miaoyi whispered, her black hair disheveled, making her cheeks like mutton-fat jade even whiter and more crystal clear.
"Why, isn't it good to stay?" Ye Fan said.
"My way is in the Western Desert. I have to walk my way by myself. To achieve perfection, I need to experience it personally." An Miaoyi is tall and graceful. Under the cold moonlight, she seems to be riding the wind and returning to the sky.
"How can I rest assured that you are going all the way west? I said I would protect your path, so how can I let you go alone?" Ye Fan looked at her quietly.
"You can follow your own path. If you need your help even if you need your help in the Three Immortals' Ways, what qualifications do I have to embark on the long road of cultivation? I am not a burden." At this point, An Miaoyi chuckled.
, the whole quiet night lit up in an instant, she exuded amazing beauty, and her graceful body was flowing with a layer of holy light, saying: "Wait until your holy body is completed, or even when it is completed, then protect my way.
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Ye Fan looked at her blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. This was a heart-warming woman, very stunning. She already understood many things without having to say them.
"The path of cultivation is full of unpredictability, especially at the level of the Immortal Three Ways. No matter how amazing you are, accidents may happen to you. In the past, some great sages of the human race had a narrow escape from death. They struggled to get through and almost killed themselves." Ye Fan said.
This level is full of variables and very complicated. The hurdles to be overcome are very difficult and the stakes are very high. It is said that the ancient emperor almost lost his life at this level when he was young.
Different experiences and encounters lead to different ways of cutting. Talent, talent, etc. may not be a help, but may even turn into a resistance.
"Little man, are you worried about me?" An Miaoyi smiled sweetly, her eyes flashing with wisdom, and said: "After all, you have to pass this test by yourself. It is about the road to the future. You can only experience it yourself."
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw her persistence. Although it was not absolute, some amazing people might encounter greater resistance.
"You'd better stay. I won't take action until the critical moment."
An Miaoyi shook her head and said firmly: "My Dao Fruit is in the Western Desert. I can only go there. You don't have to worry."
Ye Fan wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. The level of Xiansan was really special. In ancient times, there were several geniuses who were said to be on par with, or even better than, the young emperors of the past, but they all died.
Falling at this level will be engraved in the history books and unforgettable for future generations.
Sometimes people often wonder, if those few people had broken through, would there have been a few more great emperors? However, there are no ifs. Once they fail, no matter how amazing they were in the past, they will become dust.
The two stopped talking and became silent again. They walked on the desolate prairie under the moonlight, their clothes fluttering, like a fairy couple.
"Do you believe in an afterlife?" An Miaoyi suddenly asked after not knowing how long it had been.
"Why do you ask that?" Ye Fan looked at her.
"The Buddhist lineage talks about suffering in this life and cultivating the next life." An Miaoyi said.
"Who can tell clearly about the afterlife? Have you ever seen the reincarnation of an ancient emperor? Such a person has never appeared again. How can you believe it?"
"How do you know that the ancient emperors did not attain enlightenment in that life because of the past." An Miaoyi said with a smile.
"Aren't you a dual practitioner of Buddhism and Taoism? Buddha talks about the afterlife, and Tao focuses on this life. Don't think too vainly." Ye Fan looked solemn.
"You should know that there are gods in the Taoist Palace, and they all say that the dead me is chanting sutras for this life and shining on the current world. I feel as if I have realized the dead me, so I have some faith in the future me." An Miaoyi said with a smile.
There are five secret realms in the human body. When any one of the secret realms is cultivated to the extreme, one will have the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth. Many ancient sages specialized in one secret realm.
The Tao Palace is the second most secret place in the human body. Ye Fan was once confused here. He once heard the dead self reciting sutras for this life. Some people said that it was the Tao Self, comprehending the rules and order of heaven and earth.
"Don't think so much." Ye Fan said to her. The woman in front of him made him feel a little ethereal, fearing that he would never see her again once she left.
Unknowingly, they came to a large mountain. There were few mountains on the grassland and only flat rivers. But when they saw it, they were all towering and towering.
On the cliff, there are orchids fragrant, exotic flowers blooming, dragon grass swaying, and the fragrance permeates the air.
"Look at those flowers, when the autumn wind comes, they will all turn into mud. However, after a spring rain, when the flowers bloom again, people may feel like this." An Miaoyi said softly.
"What's wrong with you? Did you have a premonition?" Ye Fanhuo turned around and looked at him steadily.
An Miaoyi's green hair is flying, her body is crystal-clear, her forehead is white, her eyes are lively, her figure is graceful and slender, her beauty is blooming, like a god, bright and shocking.
At this time, she was clearly standing in front of me, but it made people feel very far away. Her voice was hollow and she said: "If I really die, you should just think that you have seen a beautiful rain of flowers bloom and then wither."
"Why do you say that?" Ye Fan grabbed her shoulders.
"Don't worry, maybe I will reappear in ten or a hundred lifetimes. Just like the withered flower, it will still bloom brightly one day in this world. The premise is that you can attain enlightenment before you can wait until then.
One day, maybe we will see a familiar flower bloom again." An Miaoyi's smile was bright, but it made people feel heartbroken.
"What are you talking about? Don't think about these things, the afterlife and the past. I just want to be invincible in this world. All causes and effects, all Buddha's sayings, will be smashed to pieces!" Ye Fan said.
"The little man is so domineering. I also hope that you will be invincible in this world. Any entanglements, Buddhist connections, or chaotic consequences will be killed with one blow and completely shattered." An Miaoyi smiled, blooming like a fairy flower, exactly
That bright and moving time.
The two of them climbed the mountain step by step, without speaking for a long time. They climbed up slowly, not using magic power, just like ordinary people climbing a ferry.
"Little man, don't worry about me, just think I'm talking nonsense." An Miao's laughter echoed in the mountains, sweet and sweet.
"Why did you choose such a path?" Ye Fan said.
"There are millions of ways, but for everyone there are only two, right and wrong." An Miaoyi responded calmly.
"Is there a Bodhisattva or Buddha guiding you on the way forward?" Ye Fan asked, then looked towards the West Desert and said: "Well, when I am invincible in the world, I will go there and smash everything with a pair of fists.
Cause and effect, go up Mount Sumeru and take a look."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The future is too far away. It is better to focus on the present than the present." An Miaoyi smiled very movingly, and her eyes were like water, so gentle that it could dissolve hundreds of refined steel.
They climbed the mountain. The mist in front of them turned out to be a hot spring, gurgling and forming a pool in front of them, like a fairy lake, steaming.
Not far away, wild flowers are blooming everywhere, colorful and fragrant, making people feel refreshed and refreshed, as if they have arrived in a fairyland.
An Miaoyi stood on the top of the mountain, turned around, and danced gracefully, like a fairy from Guanghan.
She has beautiful black hair, a stunning face, big and smart eyes, skin like gelatin, and a neck as white as a swan. She is as breathtakingly beautiful as an elf under the moonlit night.
The curves are graceful, the white gauze skirt can't hide the plump breasts, the slim waist, the slender and straight legs, dancing gracefully, with a kind of charm that brings trouble to the world, and the figure is absolutely beautiful.
When she is agile, she is like a goddess from the Nine Heavens, who does not eat the fireworks of the world. When she is charming and carefree, she looks back and smiles with all her charm, turning all sentient beings upside down.
This woman who was a calamity in ancient times was astonishing to the world. She was so beautiful that she couldn't find a single flaw, making people think she was the most perfect masterpiece from God.
She danced under the moonlight at night, and then sang a cappella. The wonderful sound filled the ears, and the charm was endless, making people intoxicated.
"Little man, I have to leave..." Landing lightly, An Miaoyi turned around and was about to ride the wind away, saying: "She is coming back, I don't have much time."
Ye Fan held her, silently not speaking, just watching.
An Miaoyi suddenly chuckled, her eyes were charming and touching.
With a twist, the two of them were close to each other. Under the moonlight at night, by the steamy hot springs, their snowy clothes were like flowers, dancing lightly.
This is a pure white body, shining with crystal luster under the moonlight. Every inch is flowing with light, very holy.
However, when An Miaoyi smiles, it can be said that her smile is alluring. It is indescribably moving. It confuses all living beings and conflicts with holiness, which is very contradictory.
She is as holy as a goddess, but she also has a charming appearance that has fallen into the world of mortals. Her white jade body is like a water snake, twisting and turning easily, making people's blood flow.
The two blended together, moving like a fairy couple under the moonlight. The water vapor in the spring pool was misty, and a pair of figures were vaguely visible. This was a fairyland.
The glittering and translucent flower petals are flying, submerging the entire hot spring pool, making this place a place of spiritual desire.
When the breeze blows and the mist disperses, you can see a body as white as ivory intertwined with a strong body shining with bronze.
The silver moon moved westward, and I don't know how long it took. The hot spring pool became quiet. The two bodies were together, looking up at the stars, and didn't speak for a long time.
Another half an hour later, An Miaoyi's whole body shone with glittering and translucent light, she was holy and flawless. She turned around lightly and flew into the air. Her long snow-white dress fell down, covering her jade-like body.
Ye Fan also stood up and looked at her quietly, feeling that she was far away.
A crystal flower floated down and landed on An Miaoyi's slender jade fingers, making her even more ethereal, noble, ethereal and distant.
"Flowers will bloom again, and people will return. When you look back, your heart will still be the same. Even if the flower withers, we will see you again in ten or a hundred lives. If you are enlightened, look at that flower with your heart that seems to have been familiar before."
An Miaoyi smiled with the rain of flowers, free and natural, and then left, but Ye Fan's heart trembled.
That magnificent figure was forever engraved in his heart. An Miaoyi, who was leaving in the distance, was like a Buddha holding flowers and smiling. The grace of that smile and the touching moment became an eternal picture.
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