Shen Xinghun didn't know what happened on the square at this time. He had now taken the ugly fruit, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, as if his consciousness had completely escaped from his body.

A warm energy hit Shen Xinghun's whole body, replenishing the spiritual power that had originally evaporated and disappeared, and the qi and blood in his body were gradually recovering.

Shen Xinghun didn't know all this. His divine thoughts had completely left his body and went to a mysterious place.

The moment he opened his eyes, there was darkness all over his eyes, and then a cold feeling directly acted in his divine thoughts.

"Have you thought about it? Should I drink this bowl of soup, forget it and start over, or jump into the water of the Forget River. Although I can keep my memories, I have to endure ten thousand years of loneliness and ten thousand years of cold."

Shen Xinghun looked up and saw that there was a bridge. Now he was standing at the bridgehead, with a stone tablet standing there with two big words written on it.

"What can I do!"

The person who spoke to Shen Xinghun was an old woman in her sixties and seventies. She was holding a bowl of soup in her hand and had no expression on her face.

At the same time, countless pictures suddenly emerged in Shen Xinghun's mind, because there was too much information, which made him wonder if he was Shen Xinghun for a moment.

In those pictures, he was a scholar who carried a book bag to take the exam and met a beautiful woman halfway through.

There is a beauty who never forgets her when she sees her.

I don’t see you for a day, and I think of you as crazy.

He secretly made a vow to marry him.

With his knowledge, he went to Beijing to participate in the palace examination, topped the list, and passed the top scorer.

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are fast, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one go!

He finally had a status, a status, and after his success and fame, he was arranged by the court to take office as the prefect, and he also asked for a marriage to those who had been thinking about day and night.

The two chose an auspicious day to get married, and he got everything he wanted.

But the good times did not last long, and the court was far less peaceful than he thought. In the second year of his tenure, someone participated in his book and was removed from his official position by the emperor and was sent to his army.

As for his family, they were sold by officials to a fireworks place.

He survived the disaster and was rescued by his classmates and friends, but he never dared to show up and could only live in hiding his name.

By chance, he heard that his wife was sold to somewhere, so he looked for it.

When the two looked at each other, tears broke out like a dam. He never thought that he would hurt her because of him.

She cried very sadly, and finally felt that she had no face to meet her husband, so she turned around and hit a pillar hard.

Her intention to leave was decided, and no one could stop her, and finally left this cruel world.

He said with his own hands that she buried her, kneeled in front of the grave, and murmured softly:

"Don't worry, wait for me! You promised me not to drink that bowl of soup, you won't forget me, you promised me that no matter where you go, we will be together!"

He seemed to see her again, smiled slightly, and a cold dagger pierced directly into his lower abdomen.

It started raining in the sky, as if seeing the couple off. The rain wet his clothes, and he fell to the ground motionless.

When he woke up, he had already arrived at the legendary underworld, where countless ghost soldiers were guarding him. At this time, a cow head and horse face were walking forward.

He asked around, but no one had seen her. In the end, he was helpless. The ghost messenger beside him told him that if he died suddenly, it would be difficult to enter the gate of hell, so no one knew where she was now.

The reason why he could come in was because he was very slight resentment in his heart, so he was qualified to pass.

Now standing at the head of Naihe Bridge, looking at the water of the Wangchuan River under the bridge, Shen Xinghun picked up the bowl of soup and looked at it. With a sudden force, he flew into the Wangchuan River.

"Is it worth it for ten thousand years?"

The mother-in-law on the bridge murmured, as if she was talking to herself, as if she was asking herself.

At this moment, Shen Xing's soul had no memory of himself. He was no longer a monk, without supernatural powers and magic, but instead became a scholar who died in love.

The river water is biting cold, not only that, but also water beasts are constantly gnawing at his divine thoughts.

Ten thousand years is really too long. If she walks through this bridge in these ten thousand years, she looks down and sees him, thinks of him, and is willing to choose the same path as him, then ten thousand years later, the two will be together for generations.

But now Shen Xinghun felt that every moment was a torment, a biting chill and a heart-wrenching feeling of tearing, which made him unable to help but open his mouth and howl.

But he didn't expect to regret it, and he wouldn't give up. He knew that as long as he could look at her, ten thousand years would be worth it.

The moment the howling sounds exited, it disappeared without a trace. Here, no noise is allowed.

As time goes by, his spiritual consciousness becomes weaker and weaker, and he is constantly tortured. I wonder if he can really persist for ten thousand years.

He looked up at the pedestrians on the bridge, some were crying, some were laughing, some were like crazy, and some chose to deal with it calmly. No matter what, no one was willing to wait for ten thousand years like him for one person.

They drank that bowl of soup, and all their memories were erased. No matter what their status and status were during their lifetime, they were only worth a bowl of soup here.

Time passed, and three years passed in a blink of an eye. Now he has become accustomed to the coldness in the water and the biting of water beasts. The only thing that worries him is that he can never see her.

Finally, she came this day, with her hair disheveled, and she could not see any temperament she had before her death. She was like a woman who had been tortured by life for a long time, and she was haggard.

However, he was still recognized by him at a glance. No matter how he changed, he could always become the best in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and shouted, his voice was swallowed by nothingness, and no one could hear it except himself.

She came to the bridge in dismay, picked up the bowl of soup in her mother-in-law's hand, and hesitated for a moment, and then drank it.

In this way, every fifty or sixty years passed, he could see her for ten thousand years, and only a quick glance and a short moment.

Ten thousand years is coming, and I am afraid he will dissipate in the Forgetful River. He smiled bitterly, knowing that although he was suffering him every day in the past ten thousand years, he was already content to see her every time.

Now 999 years have passed, and only this last year is the only time before he will completely disappear.

On this day, the woman appeared on the Naihe Bridge and somehow she was about to look down at the river.

Shen Xinghun suddenly sank down, and disappeared into the river a second before the two met.

He knew that she might not remember him at all, but he remembered clearly that after waiting for so long, he didn't know how to deal with it. Besides, there was not much time left, and even if she remembered anything, it would be useless. It would be better to let myself continue to wait.

The year was used up quickly. On this day, Shen Xinghun's divine thoughts disappeared completely, and his body began to wither.

The skin was gone without a trace of blood, and even grayish white appeared. The hair fell off one by one, the wrinkles on the face quickly accumulated, and the thin skin wrapped around the bones.

Seeing that the last bit of vitality was about to disappear, suddenly a Tai Chi diagram appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, flashing with light, and flew straight to his dantian.

This Tai Chi diagram is black and white, and it rotates very slowly at the beginning. After coming to Shen Xinghun Dantian, it suddenly accelerated.

The black side flashed with light, constantly absorbing the dead energy in Shen Xinghun's body, while the white side continued to release vitality.

Under this special situation, his body actually resurrected from the dead and regained its vitality, but his divine thoughts were still wandering in the illusory world, where there was a river. Shen Xinghun's divine thoughts were completely dispersed and integrated into the river.

At this time, the Tai Chi diagram in Shen Xinghun's body was spinning faster and faster. On the black side, a white pole suddenly appeared, and on the white side, a black pole also appeared. This is a complete Tai Chi diagram.

Those two extremes represent the true meaning of the Tai Chi diagram. Everything in the world will be reversed, so whether it is yin and yang, life and death, it will be reversed when it reaches its extreme. Therefore, the black extreme is white, and it can also be said that death is rebirth when it reaches its end, just like Shen Xinghun at this moment.

Although his divine thoughts are always dissipating, this dissipation is not really disappearing, but rather becomes an accumulation and an experience.

Finally, the two poles in the Tai Chi diagram emitted dazzling light, which went straight to the water of the Wangchuan River. All Shen Xinghun's divine thoughts were absorbed and condensed together again.

Then a pulling force came, and he returned to the real world and into his body.

Opening his eyes, Shen Xinghun looked at the formations around him with no sign of attack at all, so those people should have not found this place yet.

He didn't know that he had spent ten thousand years in that nothingness and had seen the true death of countless people, but in the real world, it was only less than a cup of tea that had passed, so naturally no one found him.

Shen Xinghun stood up, raised his hand and waved it. The formation around him disappeared. He carefully felt his current physical condition. Although he had not completely recovered, it was not a serious problem.

The divine thoughts came to my dantian, where there was a Taoist platform, and a lotus flower set off below.

On the top of the Taoist stand is a slowly rotating Tai Chi pattern.

Shen Xinghun raised his hand toward a giant tree dot next to him. A burst of energy instantly rushed over, without any resistance, and the big tree disappeared.

Shen Xinghun nodded. It seemed that he had already broken through and became a master of the Taoist realm. Although he had only bloomed a lotus flower, which was considered to have just entered this realm, he could clearly feel that he was much stronger than before.

I'm afraid that if you meet Jiuquan and others at this time, you can completely kill them in seconds.

This is the strength of the Taoist realm. Even if there is only one lotus flower, it still crushes all the spirit realms.
Chapter completed!