There was another stinging pain in the center of his eyebrows, and sixty years passed like a book.

Jing Yao was forced to accept a memory, it was the sixty years of love and enjoyment between her and Lin Tianxing, there were quarrels, there were cold wars, and every time Jing Yao was angry, Lin Tianxing would show her gentle side.

Such days lasted for sixty years, Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing wasted the years, and they had reached the year of the Mandate of Heaven, full of silver hair.

Lin Tianxing was dying, lying on the bed and holding Jing Yao's hands hard: "After many years, we will walk hand in hand to the final chapter, and the twilight years will never give up...... I broke my oath and can no longer be with you. ”

Jing Yao's nose was sour, these words Lin Tianxing said affectionately on the wedding day, he used his life to protect his promise, watching Lin Tianxing close his eyes peacefully, the pages of time turned to the end, and soon after the evening, Jing Yao passed away in the cry of children and grandchildren.

The story is very bland, the beginning is bland, the end is bland, but let the blandness last as long as wine, like water, this kind of life is the happiness that every girl yearns for and demands.

In the long river of time, we have forgotten ourselves, Jing Yao sighed.

If it weren't for the fact that the story was too turbulent and full of unreality, she might have to sleep forever, and the life in the illusion gave her a kind of spiritual enlightenment, and the pictures in her memory were turned page by page......

The illusion failed to drown Jing Yao, and unwillingly launched the second undercurrent, Jing Yao's eyes bloomed, and the world was reversed.

Jing Yao looked at the tombstone on Huangshan, and the photos on the tombstone made her a little frightened.

This is the memory of the inner world, the product of the time should not appear, why can this illusion dig out the deepest memory of the inner world?

The photo on the tombstone is still Lin Tianxing's face, the kind face is embellished with the wrinkles of time, and the tombstone inscription reads: There are no vigorous memories in our lives, some are just ordinary but indelible youth.

Jing Yao's heartstrings were touched.

She reached out a little tremblingly and stroked the photo on the tombstone, which was already the end of her life and turned a new page again.

Jing Yao's hand failed to touch the photo after all, and the reincarnation in the illusion drove cruelly forward, and Jing Yao was reborn on a rainy morning.

In this life, she is an astronaut, yearning for the blue sky and freedom, and spending a lifetime of freedom to return to dust.

The next images are all images that she does not want to share with others in the depths of her memory, she lives on Earth, and the fate of reincarnation has chosen a different career for her.

Doctor, policewoman, pirate, domineering female president...... Jing Yao was too lazy to count how many springs and autumns she had spent centuries and submissively inherited the baptism of illusion.

But in different times and different times, there is always a similar character appearing.

Lin Tianxing plays the absolute male lead, and he is willing to pay, even if Jing Yao robs a cruise ship on the ocean with a huge ship and becomes the world's well-deserved number one pirate, he will never give up.

If life is a bottle of unopened spirits, Jing Yao tasted the bitterness and spiciness, and she let go of the floating clouds of the past again and again when her fate came to an end, like a hurried passerby, and like a deep sink.

Every reincarnation is still fresh in Jing Yao's memory, she was able to stick to her heart at the beginning, and let her wavering self re-establish her perseverance, but the chaotic pictures and twists and turns of reincarnation slowly assimilated her, and she gradually began to ask whether she was Jing Yao or some other character.

The illusion was successful after all, and it subtly changed Jing Yao.

When Jing Yao incarnated as a lifelong mentor dedicated to scientific research and education, completed her life, and was ready to meet the next reincarnation, time seemed to freeze and never opened.

The world is an eternal night, without the embellishment of moonlight and stars.

The long-awaited reincarnation made Jing Yao a little confused and confused, what happened to her? When did fate be entrusted to someone else to judge?

A soft voice came from his ear: "If fate can only be resigned, I will accompany you in your life." ”

The gentle cool breeze was like a caress about to part, blowing slowly on Jing Yao's cheeks, and at that moment Jing Yao seemed to have suddenly lost something, reaching out and grabbing it, the empty palm made Jing Yao's heart tremble again.

The world of eternal night quietly retreated.

Jing Yao opened her eyes and found herself floating on the water, revealing a large hole above it, and she jumped up and returned to the hall.

The potholed ground and cracked walls told her that she had returned to reality, but Jing Yao felt a little stunned, the real picture sense and some bland memories were clearly engraved in the deepest part of her mind.

The time of the illusion world is immeasurable, and in the immortal tomb, it is impossible to calculate how long the time has passed, it may be a moment of turning, or it may have been asleep for countless centuries.

Jing Yao is not for nothing, in addition to the melancholy memories that make her have a new understanding of illusion, she believes that as long as she is given time to refine and comprehend, her illusion attainments can definitely reach an unprecedented height, and even if she knows that the feelings she has experienced are illusory, she can't help but doubt what is real.

It is illusion that deceives the eye, and art that deceives the soul.

The immortal tomb was still calm like a tide, and sometimes there were some large-scale vibrations, and Jing Yao came to the sixth layer of the palace.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had really walked out of the illusion realm, the powerhouses of the immortal cultivation world gathered in the immortal tomb, except for the out-of-body monks who were blocked by the wall on the first floor of the palace, and then met the demon cultivator, and no one else appeared.

Jing Yao, who was sure that she was in reality, continued to walk forward quickly, and when she reached the seventh layer of the palace, the world began to tremble violently.

The seventh-story palace ushered in its own boom, not only the seventh-story palace, but also the palaces below began to stomp irregularly and rhythmically.

The aura in the Immortal Tomb was drained.

When the palace was stamped, the flood-like aura washed the immortal tomb fiercely, and the crazy and uncontrolled squeezing spread, and the rich aura made the palace that had not completely collapsed become spasmodic and hazy.

If you don't look at the changes in the space, but close your eyes, you will feel that the surroundings are full of chaotic air currents and irritable elements of heaven and earth, thousands of thunders, and fierce winds paint scrolls, forming a perverse scene of demons dancing wildly.

Lin Tianxing, who followed the major sects into the eighth-layer palace, held up his footsteps.

Huang Xiufeng looked back uncontrollably and whispered: "The palace seems to have been destroyed, and it seems that some peerless evil was born......

Huang Xiufeng is not alarmist, Lin Tianxing rarely agreed: "Suddenly there is a feeling of getting into the cage, there is really something vicious, it is difficult for us to escape." ”