After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Samsara——

Xuan Zhe knelt on the ground, there was only a round of cool moonlight above his head, but it weighed heavily on his shoulders, just like the burdens of so many years, even though they were lifted, inertia or other things still destroyed him all the time.

He seemed to be trying to save something, as if to grasp the quicksand that had slipped from his palm, he curled his fingers unconsciously, and later realized that it was moist, still warm, and soaked in blood.

"Jade can't be cut without being cut, sir taught me poems and books, and educated me to understand. Now that Xiao Zhou has grown up, sir, do you want it?"

The voice of the boy in black is like a warm sun, clear and bright.

This accusation only stayed in the past, and gradually dissipated with the idea of ​​restoring the country.

Xuan Zhe defeated him in the first life.

The second world crossing the catastrophe failed.

The memory stopped abruptly, and now it is the third world, he and Zhou Feng are kissing.

Full of guilt and regret enveloped this lofty immortal, his sword was no longer stable, he had no way to kill him, and he couldn't escape the ending of such love.

As long as the annual rings of fate make Zhou Feng fall in love with him.

While in a trance, Xuan Zhe sensed a vague pleasure, which was fleeting, and it was too late to catch the trace.

"Master, do you like me too?" Zhou Feng trembled his eyelashes, shaking off the icy white snow, with the shyness unique to young people on his face.

"I practice the ruthless way, but I pretend to be you."

Xuan Zhe closed his eyes fiercely, as if he could no longer pretend to him, he was dirty and unbearable, in love, without the passionate loneliness, passive and helpless to bear the true feelings of the youth, and then the ice was melted.

While the injury of Taoism is getting heavier day by day, love is also tormenting him all the time.

Xuan Zhe's cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and his confusion is getting deeper and deeper day by day.

In this world, what is Tao?

Immortals have the ability to create new life, and when they ascend in the future, Xuan Zhe can use his immortal power to create a world with flowers and grass. With the development and reproduction of creatures, that world will be completely different from the original one.

Now, what is this world that I live in?

Zhou Feng loves knives and knives.

Is there really a mysterious and indomitable sword intent in the world?

If there is no hell, why is there reincarnation.

Why is there, Zhou Feng and his Three Lives III?

I have the body of a fairy, although I didn't ascend immediately, but I still have a cultivation base, and I can survive three lifetimes, and now I am in danger.

Zhou Feng was just an ordinary person in his first life, so why can he enter reincarnation.

Since only Zhou Feng has reincarnation, then for this small world, at least Zhou Feng is special.

Isn't it special that I have such a bond with Zhou Feng?

Even if the calamity fails, can you start over and start the next cycle of reincarnation?

Xuanzhe allowed these problems to trap him, the way of heaven is unpredictable, he touched the barrier of the way of heaven many times but he was unscathed, only the tribulation of love for three lives tortured him completely, unless his realm itself is higher than this small world.

Zhou Feng...

Xuan Zhe thought sweetly and painfully, how could he like it so much, everything he experienced now seems to have happened in another time and space, and at the same time, he seemed to have known each other, but at the same time, there was irreparable regret.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed under the laurel tree, and Xuan Zhe's white clothes were stained with blood, and he forcibly endured the stronger and stronger injury from heaven.

Zhou Feng, who was dismissed by Xuan Zhe with an excuse, actually did not go away, he silently accompanied Xuan Zhe who was already in a coma, and kissed his forehead lightly.

On the second day, the gossip in the fairy world spread to everyone's ears overwhelmingly.

"Xuanzhe Jianjun three lives and three generations all liked that little apprentice. The first two times, Zhou Feng died when he was young, but this time, he has grown up."

"Grow up, what's wrong with growing up, who doesn't have time to grow up."

"When you were young, falling in love with someone was really falling in love. You could show your heart to the other person, young and sincere." Xiaoyue Lao deliberately shook his fan, sighed slowly and deeply.

"In this world, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart."

"Although he died, he loved Xuan Zhe to the end. But now Zhou Feng has become a young man. When you were young, you liked playing with mud. Do you still like playing with mud when you grow up?"

He understands Taoism, and has a commonality with the practice of the big world.

He can see through the ignorance, and regard the lofty master as a dream in the mirror, with nothing to love or hate.

This is just the beginning of an unrequited love affair. The existence of the white moonlight is inherently elusive and untouchable. How can the moonlight that can be touched be the moon?

Who would have thought that Zhou Feng could pick up the stars and embrace the moon.

He was also fed up with Xuan Zhe's boring and straight-forward life, and especially hated preaching.

Amid all the rumors, Xuan Zhe was as calm as before, calling him softly.

"Xiao Zhou."

And Zhou Feng, turned his back, and walked away step by step, he hadn't returned to Cangming Mountain for a hundred years.

Rumors about Zhou Feng have never stopped.

Xuanzhe heard about it.

Finally, there was a little boy as cute as a rabbit who fell in love with the mature Zhou Feng. He was willing to cry for him, laugh for him, and even give up his life for him, just like the young man who fell in love with Xuan Zhe without hesitation.

At first, Zhou Feng refused.

But, but, he picked the plum blossoms from Tianshan only to smile for Zhou Feng, with scars all over his body, and he only wanted a loving look.

Zhou Feng was moved.

"Heh, Zhou Feng said, to him, he is the couple of Tianyuan, and I am just Yue who is ignorant and cannot be chased."

Xuan Zhe deserved to suffer the pain of the piercing heart, but after so many years, who knows what love is, after three tribulations and three failures, he is about to die soon, but Zhou Feng has changed his mind.

It's just a change of heart.

Xuanzhe Sword Lord, 3000 years of proof.

The avenue is ruthless, and a sword is willing to break the sky.

Goodbye, it's snowing again.

Immortal ascends, heaven and earth congratulate, he should come.

Zhou Feng stood under a plum tree, looking at the high god, his eyes were ruthless eyes, but his heart contained the compassion of heaven and earth, and only he knew how beautiful it was when the ice melted and condensed into water to hide in those eyes.

Especially that year, that month, that day, Xuan Zhe only had himself in his pupils.

The fairy has ascended.

"Brother Zhou Feng," the rumored rabbit boy followed Zhou Feng, calling him awkwardly.

In exchange for the impatient words of the swordsman in black, "Get lost."

The mature boy should be a man, the little boy who should have given up on his master, his face is full of loneliness.

Zhou Feng looked away in embarrassment, then staggered and turned around. He kept walking, as if he was going to the end of the world, an end without Xuan Zhe.

How could he fall in love with others, how could he smile at the flowers and plants given to him by others.

It's not that he can use it or not know how to use it, he just feels that he is unworthy, not that he is not worthy of being in love, but that he is not worthy of using a hundred years to exchange the life of an immortal.

It's not that I didn't understand before, but I always thought that there was a turning point, but now that things are approaching, I realized that I have no choice but to separate.

Xuan Zhe saw the rabbit boy directing and acting in a play, and heard the rumors flying all over the sky. Zhou Feng just made mistakes and didn't explain it. Master misunderstood that he didn't love, and it was better than just dying because of love.

You should always be on top, and I should be as small as mud.

You should climb to the top of the road and be admired by all living beings.

In 3000, it was really a dream in the mirror, a dream in the south.

Zhou Feng was favored by immortals, how could he covet the red dust for a hundred years and drag down his master in this life, and his soul flew away.

He lay under an osmanthus tree, fell into sleep exhaustedly, a few petals of flowers fell down, covered his body, and fell in his hair.

"Xiao Zhou, your knife." Xuan Zhe squatted down and put the knife beside him.

"It is always said that there is no suitable knife for you in this world. Now I went to the knife mound to have a look. The terrain has raised knives for 3000 years, and it is enough to make it one of the best." The voice is still gentle, the same as before No two.

Zhou Feng opened his eyes in astonishment, and looked at Xuan Zhe, his clear eyes were black and white, as clean as the first time he saw him.

The immortal's eyes were deep and bottomless. He set his eyes on Zhou Feng, but it seemed to be looking at other people. Xuanzhe didn't want to explain too much, and couldn't bear it, even if in this small world, there was no real Zhou Feng, he was also reluctant to let him occupy a part of Zhou Feng, so sad.

"Do you know reincarnation?"

"The world goes round and round. Maybe Ascension is just a key to break through the puzzle, but in that puzzle, there are countless doors."

"You are not you, and I am not me."

"The way of ruthlessness is not the way of ruthlessness." Xuan Zhe bent down, and gently kissed his forehead.

The author says:

This small world should be very long and abusive to write, it is harmful.But I think if this chapter is stuck in Zhou Feng's change of heart, he will be beaten, woo woo woo.

The main thread of the article quietly revealed its tail.

I know that some readers feel a little messy, but there is really a foreshadowing.

I have something to do tomorrow morning, maybe a little later.