The green leaves are high, riding the wind and returning to the clouds, and gradually drifting away.

The Black Sea gradually subsided, and the black rain gradually subsided.

The sea has rotten, the mountains have become soil, wait until everything is gone, and then look at the mountains and seas, among them, there is no Qingyun Longgong, and there is no hat man chasing the avenue.

The tattered hat completely turned into nothingness, and the fisherman's coat became a thing of the past.

In the seawater, only a seven-section bamboo pole remains, and the water is fixed and does not move. The bamboo pole was mottled and the dry green color seemed to be starting to turn a little yellow.

Around the bamboo pole, there are twenty-four dark beads, which are thousands of years of Dinghai pearls, at this time the mana has been dissipated, become an abandoned treasure, held up by the sea, with the current.

The wind and rain stopped, and on the far sea, a fairy came.

She carried a bamboo basket full of medicinal herbs, and on her right hand, she carried a.... Person?

It's a circumferential flow.

Treading the waves, walking the waves, when she came here, looked down, under the seven bamboo poles, I don't know when, a green and yellow vine was entangled.

The green and yellow vine bloomed, it was a pure white flower, like snow and frost.

"Green and yellow, give flowers...... The boundary of life and death, let the wood accompany the sea pearl out, half dry and half glorious, half life and half death, so it has another name, called green and yellow around the ......"

The nymph stretched out her hand and lifted the seven shadows out of the sea, and at the same time plucked the handing wood and placed it in the bamboo basket.

The so-called half-life and half-death, the green hoop is mixed with yin and yang water, and yin and yang are the same, combining the way of half life and half death.

Handing over the wood is born in the sea.

The Great War began in the middle of the sea.

Some fall, others survive.

Life and death rotate, hand over to wood.

The twenty-four Dinghai pearls have become a waste treasure, and the female fairy put away the twenty-four pearls and turned them into her sleeves.

Her fingertips lightened, turning a bright glow into the flames, and she picked up the man in her hand and shoved the flames into his brow.

So at this moment, outside the sky, there was starlight falling.

The spark burned his body, and he lost his eyes, just looking at the fire burning on his head, his mouth opened slightly, and he didn't know what he was saying, but it quickly fell silent.

His aura gradually decreased, and finally dissolved into nothingness.

The fire of the stars, the fire of the glow, the flames gradually devoured his body, and the fairy threw him down and fell into the sea.

A true spirit came out of it, carrying a broken soul into the Styx.

The fairy watched the flame burn, this was the last splendor and the last sacrifice.

She stood like this, and after a day and night, she could see clearly.

The corpses had been burned into a rock by the glowing fire, and above the rock, a blue wood poked its head out.

Half withered and half glorious, half alive and half dead, this is the handover wood.

The female fairy looked at this scene, and involuntarily sighed.

"Life is indeed the greatest miracle in the world, incomparably mysterious, unspeakable, and the destruction of a lifetime creates the rise of all beings...... Senior, you go, I don't know how many immortals will be enlightened. ”

"It's the same with me. ”

The fairy snorted at the empty sea.

"Senior, go to the Netherworld here, be careful, and have a safe journey. ”

When the words fell, there were waves in the sea, the female fairy raised her head, and looked at the direction where Qingye left in the distance, and smiled softly: "Senior brother, this time I will help you solve a big trouble, there are still less than three years before the Nine Mystery Dao, at that time, let's meet again." ”

"Senior brother, you once told me that the Great Dao is the Dao, and the Great Dao is not the Dao, what do we seek when we seek the Dao?"

Her eyes turned, and now, the shallow smile gradually changed, but it was a bright smile: "You said that the way you seek is my way, and my way is the way, I was difficult to understand back then, but today, I think I have understood." ”

"If you can see what you want, that's what I say. ”

"Hongchen, Qingjunior, I know your name. ”

"Aokasa ......"

She was laughing, and the sea seemed to be laughing too.

used to be the girl next door, the beautiful girl in the water town, and now she has become a fairy saint.

It was Zhang Mujian.

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The sky is slim, and the blue is vast.

Dream soul cloud town, white clouds and snow, sad heartbreaking.

Under the big locust tree, there was a beggar sleeping soundly.

Looking for the world in a dream, the red dust is a few degrees, he doesn't know where he came from, he doesn't know where to go.

The days are long and the dreams are short, and it seems that the good time always passes quickly.

The eyelids were lightly raised, and his eyes were blank, and the beggar held on to the roots of the big locust tree and sat up slowly.

After a thousand years of dreams, I am still sleepy.

"Fool, you're oversleeping again!"

The sound of chirping sounds, and in the big locust tree, there is a strange bird talking, it is learning to speak, or is it chirping indiscriminately?

The beggar shook his head, sobering himself up a little, and slapped the grass, the yellow leaves flew, he twisted a piece, looked at it, and showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"I slept again, and the world is a thousand years of autumn in a hurry....."

He shook his head, and the murmur came out to be heard clearly by the strange bird in the treetops, and it began to chirp again:

"Fool, you're oversleeping again!"

The bird seemed to only curse, and the beggar raised his eyes, and his expression was full of lazy decadence, and nothing seemed to arouse his interest, so he twisted the grass, looked at it, said an inexplicable word, and lay down again.

The two eyes stared directly at the birds in the treetops, and the one seemed to feel a hint of fear, but just cursed again, and then flapped his wings and flew higher up in the big locust tree.

The beggar didn't care about the bird's escape, his eyes were still staring straight up, and he whispered:

"The world is just a big dream, and life is a thousand years of autumn coolness....... The seed that was sown back then is gone, eh....."

He held his head in his hands, and kept saying some decadent words, like a disheartened scholar, who spent ten years of time, and finally achieved nothing, so he could only sit under the big locust tree and recall the dream of Nanke.

He sat up boredly, looked around, took a stone, and gently touched the ground, but in an instant, flowers grew on the stone, growing bigger and bigger, and in the next moment, it gradually withered away.

In the flower, a piece of red glass appeared, the beggar looked at it, the one hand gently pinched, the flower was taken, at this time, if there is an outsider here, can see clearly, what is hidden in the flower.

It was a field of sun, moon and stars.

It was a sea of green mountains.

It was a jade pot of light.

It was a piece of red dust.

Among the flowers, bustling, one after another black shadows manifested, and those were all living beings.

The beggar looked at the flower, and finally showed a smile: "This red dust is not bad." ”

"However, it is just a matter of chatting to satisfy hunger. ”

The words were soft, and then he opened his mouth and ate the flower.

So a piece of red dust was swallowed by him.

The stupid bird poked its head out of the leaves of the locust tree and scolded the beggar again: "Fool, your heirs have been killed again!"

"Great Sage, you are still a Great Sage!

The beggar looked up, his neck almost turned to his back, looked at the stupid bird that poked his head out, and shook his head: "Then be killed, my descendants are thousands, and anyone in the world, as long as there is greed in his heart, will become my heir." ”

"The Taishang killer has also failed, eh....... Also a fool. ”

"It's not good to lose my temper, and even more so why should I lose my temper with a flower?"

The beggar smiled, not paying attention, and it was a light finger, and the ground was once again full of purple and red.

100,000 red dust, 100,000 hearts, 100,000 flowers and rain, 100,000 rains.

The yellow sorghum dance under the yellow sorghum wood, the big dream of the millennium road Qingting.

The sea of flowers is pervasive, intoxicating.

The beggar laughed.

Swallow that bite.

Nope.