The east is dawning, and the morning light is beginning to dew.

In the wooden building, Amu woke up leisurely, and the cyan curtain covered by his body was still slightly warm.

"You're awake!" Yun San closed the ancient book and said with a smile.

"A good night's sleep!" Amu laughed. Indeed, there was no dream at all, only sweet fragrance. Then, Amu looked out the window and said, "It seems that I haven't slept for long?"

"You've slept all day and night!" Yun San said with a smile, "Do you think it's just getting dark?"

"Oh?" Amu was slightly embarrassed, "unconsciously, my mood relaxed, and I fell asleep." Huh, you've been sitting here?"

"Hmm!" Yunsan nodded, "Reading books is a kind of practice. ”

Amu nodded, smiled and didn't say anything more, and then got up. The clouds dispersed, and it was natural to put away the cyan coat and tidy it up.

After washing, Amu walked out of the wooden building.

At this time, the sun rises in the east and spreads its brilliance. That should be the third sunrise after Amu landed on Sanssouci Island.

In the sunshine, it contains the essence of heaven and earth, and the traces of time. Many monks are willing to draw in the rising sun.

Amu couldn't help but cross his knees in the small courtyard, silently transporting all the tricks of the sea. On Sanssouci Island, the immortal spirit qi is extremely strong, almost not inferior to the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

The sun is bathed, and the fairy spirit is rippling. The sea is full of Vientiane, the three worlds of heaven and earth. A layer of cyan halo gradually rose on Amu's body.

At that moment, Amu felt that the residual sealing power at the center of his eyebrows was disappearing little by little.

A wisp of smoke dissipated.

The clouds are scattered. That's right. On Sanssouci Island, seven days later, Amu's Eight Bitter Seals. It can be gone. Because, every moment here, it seems to be dissolving the power of the eight sufferings.

At that moment, Yunsan leaned against the door and looked at Amu quietly, with a complicated look in his eyes. Gentle as water, gloomy and wounded.

Time is like a river. Or slowly, but forever forward.

On Sanssouci Island, almost no one disturbs Yunsan and Amu.

The bluestone path on the island. Leave a lot of them behind. The reef on the side of the island, they have also stopped many times. In that bamboo forest, they had a long talk.

The clouds disperse, to let Amu's shadow appear. Stay in every corner of Sanssouci Island.

The rising sun, the sunset, the stars. It was another five days in a hurry. It was ordinary, even prosaic, but there were incomparably fulfilling days and nights.

Because, boredom and fulfillment, are originally a sense of self. The ancients once looked at each other with the mountains, but they were not tired of each other. What's more, it is two people on the wheel of cause and effect, destined to be entangled.

A seven-day period. Will be full. On the last night, there was still a moon in the void.

Amu and Yunsan. Sitting in the courtyard of the wooden building. On the bluestone table, there is a white jade fairy gourd. It is probably the most luxurious wine vessel in the Three Realms.

Back then, the wine gourd of the bitter heart was compared with it. One is tall, and the other is black.

"The clouds are gone!"

"Hmm!"

One call and one response, naturally to the extreme.

"Tomorrow, when the seven days are full, my Eight Bitter Seals will be removed!" Amu asked Yunsan with a smile.

"Hmm!" Yun San looked at Amu's eyebrows and nodded, "There shouldn't be a problem." The sword marks on your eyebrows are basically no trace now!"

"Then will I remember those two hundred years completely?" Amu didn't mention the question of two hundred years at all in the past few days. It's just that tomorrow the seal will be opened, so I will mention it again.

"I don't know!" Yun San smiled slightly, "Tomorrow the sun is rising, you use the power of the rising sun to do your luck once." Then you will know!"

"Uh! Okay!" Amu was a little speechless again. His intuition told him that Yun San had the answer in his heart, but he didn't tell him.

The moonlight poured down, and the clouds dispersed on the face, there was a faint holy light, quiet and natural.

At this time, Yun San raised his glass to invite wine and said with a smile: "Amu, you and I made an appointment that day, drink together with the moon, and talk about it for two hundred years." However, in fact, these seven days are enough!

"Uh!" Amu, if he feels that the clouds are gone, something is strange. However, for a while, my mood was a little complicated, and I didn't know what to say.

Only raise a glass, and two people drink it all.

"Amu, tomorrow you will break the seal! I will take you somewhere!" Yun San smiled faintly, then got up, and Lianbu moved directly to the wooden building.

At that moment, the back of the clouds was scattered, and the beauty was a little lonely. The footsteps of climbing the wooden building seemed to be slightly heavy.

Amu, with a long sigh, looked at the crescent moon in the sky. Then, he looked at the portrait of the Canghai Patriarch in the wooden building, shook his head, and said nothing.

Picking up the white jade fairy gourd, Amu poured a cup for himself, and then drank it all suddenly. Perhaps, when the Eight Bitter Seals are gone, he will soon leave Sanssouci Island.

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The morning wind, the rising sun.

Amu, kneeling cross-legged in the courtyard of the wooden building, let the sun shine in the slightest.

Danhai was calm, and his eyebrows were slightly hot.

Amu could feel that the last trace of the sword mark at the center of his eyebrows was gradually disappearing. And with the disappearance of the sword marks, there seemed to be a force surging in the depths of Amu's Danhai.

Finally, the sword mark was completely gone in an instant.

Boom -

Amu's entire Danhai was shocked in an instant.

Layers of waves spread out violently.

At that moment, in the depths of the Amudan Sea, a spring suddenly appeared. Green gas stocks, straight up. In an instant, Amu felt that green qi contained great power.

Amu's realm seems to have a breakthrough potential. That green qi, in the depths of the Danhai Sea, began to cross its knees, and the upward momentum was unabated, and gradually formed a huge whirlpool on the surface of the Danhai Sea.

That's definitely a force against the sky.

However, Amu was still cross-legged and did not move. The clouds dispersed, and at some point, they were already standing not far behind Amu. Wait quietly, wait and see quietly.

At this time, in the Amudan Sea, the Demon Coffin Zhenhai has a bitter sea Buddha lamp, shining brightly.

The power that came from the Danhai Spring, although it was huge, was suppressed by the demon coffin. Originally, that power was completely injected into the magic coffin.

However, the mutilated corner of the coffin, the black mist rolling, could not last forever. Only the Buddha lamp of the bitter sea has absorbed part of the power of green energy. Even so, Amu also felt that his realm seemed to have improved again.

However, above the void plain, there is the original immortal. Amu's realm is very peculiar, not an original immortal, but it has a trace of the power of the original immortal.

In the end, that force, which seemed to have no branches, circled and gradually sank into the Danhai.

"The power of the original immortal?" Amu's heart moved, but he didn't dare to be sure. Then, Amu slowly opened his eyes.

"Congratulations, Amu!" At this time, the voice of Yun Dispersed came from behind Amu.

Amu got up and turned back, but his brows frowned slightly.

The clouds are gone, or the clouds that were last night. Memories are still those memories of the past.

It seems that there is no change from yesterday, only Amu understands that his eight bitter seals are complete!

However, this consummation seems to be a little less vigorous and a little less earth-shaking.

"Your eight sufferings are complete!" the corners of Yunsan's mouth hooked up a beautiful arc.

"Hmm!" Amu replied sullenly. In his heart, there seemed to be unwillingness. Why, in his memory, is not that clear two hundred years?

Yunsan naturally saw Amu's thoughts, and couldn't help but take two steps closer and smile gently.

"Amu, there are many things that I can't ask for. Ten thousand years ago, as powerful as an immortal, he may not be able to do everything as he wants, so why are you and I unwilling?"

Amu, the eyes are scattered. For a long time, speechless.

"Who are you?" Amu asked.

"Yun San!" Yun San smiled.

"Who am I?" Amu asked again.

"Amu!" Yun San still smiled.

Then, Amu let out a long sigh. In fact, Amu felt that he had grasped the tail of cause and effect, but Yiqiē seemed to be something missing.

"Let's go!" Yun San laughed.

"Where to go?" Amu's affection is not high.

"Go to a small island and get something!" Yunsan walked out with Amu.

"Leaving Dream Island?" Amu's spirit shook.

Yun San turned around, a trace of guilt seemed to flash in his eyes, and then said faintly: "Amu, in the Paradise World, in addition to the main island worry-free, there are three hundred and sixty small islands, okay?"

"Huh?" Amu was speechless again.

"And what are we going to fetch from?" Amu asked with a sigh.

"Aren't we going to try to repair the coffin?" Yun San.

"Yes!" Amu nodded.

"You take the demon coffin as the root, even if the eight sufferings are complete, but the demon coffin is incomplete, which naturally blocks your path to the original immortal!"

Amu nodded, what Yun San said was almost the same as what Uncle Leng Yu said.

"Yun San, what realm are you now?" Amu asked.

"Oh?" Yunsan smiled and said, "Do whatever you want!"

Do whatever you want? Amu was stunned for a moment. (To be continued......)