The battle of faith fell into a long-term stalemate, and Gu Que finally made up his mind not to wait any longer, leaving everything to Xuanyuan Kuo and Mang, and he and Bing Luo went to Daqian.
The girls have also asked where they want to go and where to go, and at least make a plan for itinerary.
But Gu Que just smiled. This time he went out, everything was about fate. Of course, he had no plan and no purpose.
It’s just walking. Wherever you go, that’s where you are. Now, wherever you stop, you’ll stop wherever you are.
The universe is vast and the starry sky is cold. Even if the starlight occasionally lights up, even if there is an inexplicable light that flickers out, it just adds a little more loneliness.
But Gu Que enjoys this loneliness.
Because there was no sound between heaven and earth, except for the heartbeats and breathing of himself and Bingluo, everything was so quiet.
It's like walking in a painting, everything is illusory and dead.
In this way, people seem to be able to feel the freshness of their souls and the existence of vital signs more easily.
Gu Que and Bing Luo didn't speak most of the time. They either looked at each other, admired their surroundings, or closed their eyes in meditation. Everything was so natural and without any restraint.
They also talked, said love words, said nice things, recalled the past, and imagined the future.
Sometimes I talk about the current situation, and sometimes I talk about my own opinions on martial arts and my views on things.
During the exchange, both of them gained a lot of insights.
In fact, such emptiness is very necessary.
Being in civilization and fighting for a long time will completely strain a person's soul state, especially the changes that come one after another, which are enough to make a person's soul tired.
In the early days of cultivation, Gu Que's daily progress would be very fast, and the people and things he would come into contact with would also be very fast. This rapid alternation would create a great pressure and put a load on the soul.
At that time, Gu Que had already learned to be quiet and walk.
Integrate your body into the earth, completely empty your mind, and experience the most basic, subtle and profound changes in nature.
So he stayed in the small village of Caroline in Xizhou for four full years, so he left for a full twenty years after solving the Han Qiu catastrophe, so he lived in seclusion for twenty years after the establishment of Zhongzhou.
This kind of quietness and sobriety will allow people to briefly step out of the whirlpool of the world, allowing people to examine their own lives from the perspective of a bystander, find their true love and pursuit, and recognize the persistence of their souls.
Only this kind of epiphany can make people's character gradually firm and become indestructible.
Life is like this. It is still and moves, just like the rotation of Yin and Yang, endlessly. In the end, it will completely merge into chaos, get out of the whirlpool, and whatever you can pinch is already great.
But Gu Que has yet to see anyone truly possess that kind of chaotic, natural, Hongmeng-too-low-level state of mind. Even powerful people like the Nine Nether Marquis Luohu and the Divine Prison Soldier Master of the Kuluo Civilization still cannot reach that state of mind.
Perhaps this is an ideal state of mind and does not exist.
But then I thought about it, "non-existence" is also meta.
In any case, this kind of walking is very meaningful and very helpful to the state of mind, but it also depends on the purity. If you walk with a purpose, it will definitely be ineffective. Many miracles happen unconsciously.
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As the sun set and the moon rose, as spring passed and autumn came, Gu Que and Bing Luo walked through the scorching desert, steep snow-capped mountains, vast grasslands, and over the vibrant hills.
They have crossed large rivers and climbed mountains, and every place can give them new insights.
Gu Que saw the energy contained in the sun burning every grain of sand, and saw the energy of every grain of sand gathering together to form a huge energy field.
I saw the white snow falling on the ice, gradually piling up. The lower part squeezed to generate heat and melted into water, which quickly condensed into ice. The cold and wind seemed to merge, and the snow and ice also merged, and the world disappeared into a piece of white.
Paper.
He saw all kinds of competition in the forest, cruel hunting and thrilling escapes going on at the same time.
Of course they also passed through villages and cities.
The two of them were both dressed in white, floating past like a couple of gods and immortals, attracting countless people's attention and exclaims.
They saw peasant women washing clothes by the river, young men herding cattle in the mountains, farmers plowing the fields with smoke rising from their cooking stoves, and old men at the door of their houses shouting at the people in the fields to eat.
Life is a complicated picture, every inch is changing, but it is so real.
It's definitely not beautiful, it just changes slowly according to each script, showing everything coldly.
Gu Que looked at it with no joy or sadness.
He did not imagine whether these people's lives were boring, nor did he consider what kind of life these people would have.
He even saw many dead villages, where everyone was killed, the bodies of the elderly and children were badly mutilated, and women of a slightly appropriate age were tortured.
There were no men. All the men died in that battle.
Gu Que was still watching, the light in his eyes changing, and even he himself couldn't tell the changes clearly.
He has been gone for more than ten years.
Thinking of this, he shook his head, sighed, and looked back behind him. He saw that the path seemed to be gradually becoming chaotic, everything was blurring, and the rules of time and space were disintegrating. Pictures appeared, and it seemed
It is the past and it seems to be the future.
Bingluo was not surprised, and just whispered: "Have you realized something?"
Gu Que said: "What did you see?"
Bing Luo said: "The combination of illusion and reality. Illusion is the world around us, and reality is these people and things."
"It's a river."
The light in Gu Que's eyes changed faster and faster, and his whole soul seemed to have entered the ethereal world. He murmured: "Look at this, it's so majestic from beginning to end, gushing from top to bottom, spanning all around, sometimes gathering,
Sometimes scattered, sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, sometimes light, sometimes thick, sometimes clear, sometimes turbid, isn't it just a river?"
Bingluo shook his head and said, "I can't see you, husband. We may see different things."
Gu Que said: "This is a river, a river of history. When it gathers, it flourishes; when it disperses, it declines; when it is dense, it is complex; when it is sparse, it is sparse; when it is thin, it is divided; when it is thick, it is combined; when it is clear, it is smooth; when it is turbid, it is
disaster."
"Infinite changes constitute the ruthless rolling river of history, and where can I explore the eternal value?"
"The rise and fall of history, the ups and downs of life, everything seems to be hidden in this river."
"Where does it all begin? What influences it? Where does it end?"
Gu Que's right hand slowly moved forward to grab it, but it was empty.
Bingluo frowned and said, "What did you catch?"
Gu Que smiled and said: "Time and space." (To be continued)