A cave of the heart is clear, and every room is clear.

Zhu Changming and Zhu Yuzi sat opposite each other.

"Do you think that kid can realize it? If it really doesn't work, I'll wake up that woman. Anyway, I'm going to reincarnate. If I get a sword from her, I'll die, and if I don't get a sword, I'll die." Zhu Changming rubbed his hands.

Zhu Yuzi almost sprayed out the tea that he had just drunk. He put down his cup and said, "Don't harm me. Of course, you are not afraid of death, but Yun Zhenren took his anger on me, what should I do?"

Zhu Changming snorted coldly and said, "You don't even give me a sip of good tea, I care what you do."

Zhu Yuzi sighed and said, "Try this tea. This time, I added a stick of Wanju Kongqing to put it in."

Zhu Changming spat and cursed: "I am your elder brother. Do you want to add one? Don't think I don't know that you gave Qingwan a box of tea, but people didn't look at you right away."

Zhu Yuzi's expression changed and she said, "You actually followed me."

He immediately said, "Didn't I see Yiming hurt her apprentice? Enemies should be resolved rather than formed. Senior brother, you must understand my good intentions."

Zhu Changming sneered: "Anyway, that kid can't understand the morning and evening skills this time, so I'll go and wake her up."

Zhu Yuzi coughed lightly and said, "Senior Brother, you have to save you in the next life, don't do this."

Zhu Changming smiled slightly and said, "I have already thought about it. I will go to my peak in the next life. That kid has learned my Samadhi True Fire. As long as he practices, if he has a little conscience, he will save me, and he will not bother you."

Zhu Yuzi said: "But you offended Yun Zhenren, which is very disrespectful. You may not be able to go to my peak in the past."

Zhu Changming muttered: "When the woman slept for dozens or hundreds of years, I don't believe that I would be so lucky. As long as I go to Xiwo Peak, with her temperament, I will not make things difficult for me. After all, I am not reincarnated with memories."

Zhu Yuzi said helplessly: "Believe me, that kid will definitely understand the Daoxi Art. If it really doesn't work, I will give him the opportunity to enter the cave heaven."

He felt quite painful when he said this.

Zhu Changming smiled and said, "This is what you said, I didn't force you. Don't blame me. Think about it, if that kid cannot practice the Daoxi Jue, it will be difficult to convince the public. Moreover, Daoxi Jue understands the two great ways of life and death, Yin and Yang. His master is not lucky enough to understand Yin and Yang. If this kid is lucky, he might be able to realize life and death. If this is true, it will be the great fortune of our Wanxiang Sect. Maybe we can reshape the cycle of reincarnation in this world in the future, and we can gain a great advantage."

Zhu Yuzi was silent for a while, and then said quietly: "Senior Brother, can we not dream?"

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It has been ten days since Gu Qing returned from the Wuyou Peak Competition. He said that he had lost all his skills on the same day, and of course he was suspected of being miserable. However, the ruthlessness of the head sect was beyond his expectations.

However, Gu Qing's hard-working Qingmu's true energy has indeed been damaged by most of it. Even if the root is still there, it will take a year and a half to re-cultivate it back to its original state.

Gu Qing was not in a hurry, because the injuries to the meridians and internal organs in his body needed to be maintained.

In the past ten days, Gu Qing also closed the door to thank the guests, and asked the people who came to visit him to temporarily dismiss him.

With Zhu Yiming's five thunderbolts and Zhu Yuzi's reminder at that time, Gu Qing vaguely grasped something. He sat on the stone beside the stream, looking inside the empty meridians. Compared with the vitality of the past, the meridians are now really silent.

This reminded Gu Qing of his many reincarnations, a state of extremely poor physical condition.

From birth to death, it is like a mayfly in front of you.

Gu Qing stopped looking inward and looked at the little insects flying with flapping their wings by the stream. They had transparent wings and two long tail whiskers. When they were floating in the air, their posture was delicate and charming.

But their lives are so short, they live and die in the evening, and they are brilliant and brilliant in such a short life.

It is dusk now, and the mayflies are in groups, as if they know that their lives are about to end and they are flying gorgeously in the air. However, this kind of dancing requires excellent vision to appreciate, because they are too small and even if they appear in groups, they are easily ignored.

When they were bred to their peak in the air, the bell of death also rang, and the mayflies fell one after another, forming a thick layer on the ground.

The shortness and fragility of life are like the ephemerals.

Because of this, Gu Qing has such a desire for immortality.

Chaojian didn't know the morning and the new year, but Gu Qing could not experience the complete spring, summer, autumn and winter. However, he was able to reincarnate and was constantly alternating life and death.

Long-lasting memories surged up.

Facing the despair of death again and again, and being happy when reborn again and again.

In the end, it became a habit, accustomed to the cycle of life and the impermanence of fate.

He knows life, he knows death, but he does not know between life and death.

Life cannot be controlled, death cannot be controlled, what should we do between life and death?

Can it be controlled?

If one step is between life and death, one step is life and death, neither life nor death, then what is it?

Gu Qing tortured himself over and over again, forcing himself to recall those past experiences that he could not bear to look back on. The most painful farewell, the most joyful meeting, the strongest wine, the best she, the most moving piano sound...

He seemed to recall the not-so-good call of the donkey, and the cry of Huating cranes seemed to sound in his ears. There was a song of Guangling scattered at his fingertips. One person sniffed at him three cups under the moon. Half of the prosperous age was in the wine glass. Who was he and who was he?

Memories surge like a tide, like a tide set, and finally everything becomes silent as the sun completely sets.

The sun sets and the rivers and lakes are white, and the tide comes and the world is green.

That's all.

All the storm and waves finally come to silence.

This silence is not dead silence, but the tranquility and calmness between life and death.

The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain, the grass and leaves on my peak, all interpret the fun of life, and the gurgling streams are also fun of life. But now it is dusk.

What did you see day and night?

Is it yin and yang and dusk?

No.

"It is the greatness of life and death, the cycle of life, it is me, it is Gu Qing."

The little crow flapped his wings and suddenly landed on Gu Qing's shoulder. Gu Qing smiled slightly and said, "You are here just right."

A gray aura appeared on the surface of the little crow's body, which was resentment and death. At this time, a large number of rushes into Gu Qing's body, and the death aura seemed to completely annihilate his only qi.

Business is over!

Gu Qing's expression also became gray and silent. His eyes closed and his eyebrows seemed to be dim. It was the purest death aura that took root in his body.

The heart stops beating, the qi and blood are silent, and the dead energy spreads to the limbs and bones, until the ancestral orifices between the eyebrows, and Gu Qing's body must be completely occupied.

Gu Qing had only a little bit of spiritual intention that he seemed to stop the death energy from attacking the eyebrows, but eventually gave up.

The dead energy completely invades everything Gu Qing.

Gu Qing has completely lost his business.

This night was particularly long.

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Zhu Changming suddenly took out a lamp of immortality, which was the lamp that Gu Qing lit.

The lamp has been turned off. The lamp is there, and the lamp is gone.

He patted his thighs and shouted, "It's bitter."

Zhu Yuzi hurriedly said, "Don't be excited."

Zhu Changming immediately came to his senses and said happily: "It's okay to extinguish it, it's okay to extinguish it. I'm also confused. I live from death, from life to death, and my life and death are endless."

"It's done, it's done, it's done." He held the tea cup, but with the ability of the Yin God monk, he couldn't handle this cup of tea.

The tea trembled continuously.

Zhu Yuzi looked calm and said, "Senior Brother, put down the lamp. Whether it is done or not, it still depends on whether the lamp can still be turned on."

Zhu Changming nodded. He was a great monk after all. He was too excited before. Moreover, because of the Yin God, his delusions were the deepest. When his mind was in aroused, his delusions arose and his body became uncontrollable.

At this time, I regained my rationality, calmed down, and placed the Longevity Light on the coffee table.

This night was particularly long.

The dawn in the east cannot disperse the clouds and fog of my peak, but the morning glow is so cute.

In Mingxin Cave, the lamp of immortality belonging to Gu Qing quietly lit up.

Zhu Changming smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, it's really great."

Zhu Yuzi smiled slightly and said, "That kid can stay in the road to asking for his heart for more than half a day. It is originally a celestial being. If I can't understand it, I'm surprised."

He got up and a click.

It turned out that Zhucaozi was wearing wooden clogs, and she couldn't control the strength on her feet and broke a pair of wooden clogs made of a thousand-year-old purple shirt.

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When the first ray of morning light shone on Gu Qing's face, Gu Qing breathed again, faintly responding to the clouds and mist on the top of my peak. The little crow was by his side all night.

This little thing was not allowed to approach Gu Qing this night, and even Old Man Qin came over, he was scared away by it.

Until Gu Qing breathed again, the little crow screamed and hovered in the air.

But the dance posture is far less beautiful than the dance posture of the ephemera.

The stiffness in his body was gradually dispelled by a burst of vitality, and Gu Qing stretched.

The vitality did not completely dispel the dead energy. The vitality and the dead energy circled in the dantian at the same time, forming a vortex, and the life and death energy flowed endlessly. All kinds of vitality in the world poured into the life and death cyclone in Gu Qing's body and turned into the purest life and death energy.

The roots of this vitality and death come from the Little Crow and Aoki's Immortality respectively.

If Gu Qing did not take in the crow, even if he realized that truth, he would have to work hard to find the pure dead energy. If he did not practice the Aokima Achievement, the same is true.

The spirit stones on the little crow's body were indeed not white.

Gu Qing looked at all kinds of vital energy in the world, and he no longer needed to take a single puddle of vital energy from the wood, he wanted it all.

Gu Qing raised his head and looked at the top of the peak, and a sense of enlightenment came to his heart. He had mastered the Dao and Sun Art, which was not the Dao and Sun Art of the Dao and Sun Art of the cheap master Yun Zhenren.

Like one stem and two flowers.
Chapter completed!