The Dangerous Cultivator

In addition to this, he still has a complete memory of the boy and all his emotions. For example, at this moment, the teenager was extremely sleepy, thinking that his mother promised to fry two eggs at night. He hoped that his mother could add more soup, and then use the egg soup to soak the rice, which must be extremely delicious.

Soon, Xu Yi found that his own perspective of the self began to disappear, and he was slowly immersing himself in the perspective of the young man. He was not surprised or panicked. He felt that only in this way could he see the magic. Otherwise, if his id perspective always exists, his ontological consciousness will always be clear, and he will be unable to perceive it.

I don’t know how long it took. When Xu Yi’s ontological consciousness revived again, there was a decayed corpse in his own perspective. From the outline of the corpse’s dry face, you can vaguely see the difference from the original 15 or 6 Years old are somewhat alike.

Xu Yi sighed, the unspeakable tastes in his heart, if he insisted on condensing these tastes into one word, he felt that he could only be "helpless". The life of a teenager is extremely ordinary. If he is born in a rich family, ordinary may not be a good thing, but as a mountain citizen, ordinary is destined to be a tragedy.

The boy was fifteen and went to school. When he was sixteen, his father went to the mountains to collect medicine. He never returned. At the age of seventeen, his mother pawned three acres of the five acres of paddy fields he had accumulated over the years, and gave the boy a widow. The only good thing is that the husband and wife are harmonious. At the age of eighteen, the boy became a father.

Before the age of twenty-five, the boy is already the father of four children. At the age of twenty-seven, when the epidemic broke out, one son and one daughter died, and his wife was heartbroken and vomiting blood. The young man pulls the remaining two sons to grow up, and when the two sons become adults, they have accumulated hard for many years, and then they are empty.

I have worked hard all my life, rarely get idle, less than fifty, has shaken and grumbled. An extreme cold in the winter took away the life of the boy. Looking back on the life of a teenager, hard work, mediocre and mediocre, what we can't ask for enough food and clothing, the descendants of Antai have such low requirements, and we can't ask for it.

"I have no choice but to live a life. Ordinary people have no power and are only worthy of being ants. Isn't it sad?" Xu Yi sighed softly in his heart, but it was just a sigh. Now, his mood has been refined for a long time, and it has long been as solid as a rock and as tough as a hundred forged steel.

Although this illusion manifestation of the teenager's life is almost like a real life, but it can't shake Xu Yi's will. With a flash, the scene changed again. In the towering palace surrounded by clouds and mist, a young man in yellow robe stood above the throne...

Xu Yi didn’t know how long he had been in the illusion, but he clearly remembered that he had already been in this illusion and had experienced the seventh generation, emperors, generals, scholars, refugees, beggars, prostitutes, old monks... A life is like living it in person.

Among them, birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love, resentment and hatred, can't ask for it, a lot of distress, like a boundless sea of ​​suffering, Xu Yi is determined and determined, but also a little exhausted. He seemed to have walked into a mental barrier, no matter how hard he tried, he was always uncomfortable and uneasy in his heart.

"Perhaps, my strength is not enough. If there is the power to destroy the world and eliminate all obstacles, but let everything follow my own heart." With the thought moved, the illusion rebirth, the top of the vast mountains, a beast head human body The behemoth is roaring at the stars...

In this life, Xu Yi has transformed into a generation of the strongest ancestor witch, fighting the emperor, destroying the Buddha, defeating the Taoist ancestor, admiring the ten directions, and controlling the world. Even if the beloved fairy died again and again, he can resurrect him again and again. , However, every time he is resurrected, the fairy's memory is blurred.

Until the last time, Fairy pleaded with Ancestral Witch in tears not to resurrect her. She did not want to lose even the last memory of him. The Ancestral Witch agreed. The fairy fell, and the Ancestral Witch cried endlessly. Xu Yi's body Consciousness appeared again.

In the life of the ancestor witch that I experienced this time, due to the powerful power and long life of the ancestor witch, Xu Yi's ontological consciousness seemed to accompany the fairy through countless sufferings of reincarnation. His mood has been vicissitudes to the extreme, his ontological consciousness has recovered, he has no sadness, no joy, and no sigh.

He murmured, "The flowers bloom and fall, the water overflows by itself, let nature take its course, maybe it is the real freedom." With a brush, Xu Yi felt his body, like a world, suddenly opened. Countless energy rushed in his body.

In the next instant, his consciousness had escaped from the phantom jade bi, and he saw that the whole body was overflowing with colorful light, and the inner vision of the spirit platform, the two life wheels were spinning at high speed, and then they merged into one place and turned into two clouds of mist. The mist turned into two life wheels again, just as before.

The changes are also very obvious. The golden fate wheel has become more solid, and the mushroom cloud vision in the fate wheel has become more vast and great. The most exciting thing for Xu Yi is that the white Tao fruit in the original **** map has already Disappear. The **** images of the two fate wheels also have a pure white background.

These changes are enough to prove that Xu Yi has successfully broken through the four realms of the **** map and smelted the Tao fruit. There was not much joy in Xu Yi's heart, his mood had not yet returned to normal, and he was still immersed in the strong epiphany shock, unable to extricate himself.

In fact, Xu Yi also thought sensibly that his so-called epiphany was actually not worth mentioning. He had known this kind of truth a long time ago, and he had seen it many times in classics before he even practiced. All laws are natural, rule by doing nothing, let nature be, and get the way.

This kind of reasoning is not new, but Xu Yi has never been shocked by such a simple reason like this. He knew that the root of all this was not in the truth itself, but in his experience of the eighth generation in the illusion, precisely because of the experience of the eighth generation.

This simple truth that has long been known to him will burst out with such a powerful force that shakes his soul. This state is like going through the process of "seeing the mountain as a mountain, seeing the mountain not as a mountain, and seeing the mountain as a mountain". It is a process of construction, deconstruction, and reconstruction, which can only be understood but not written.

However, Xu Yi’s vision of the life wheel in Xu Yi’s body came to an end, and the billowing providence came in time. As soon as the providence was released, Xu Yi was anxious to realize that, promptly took out the psychic treasure that had become unrecognizable, and started the process again. .

Unexpectedly, the psychic treasure was taken out, and there was movement in the colored glaze octagonal furnace, and the colored glaze octagonal furnace that had stopped refining Xuanhuangjing began to work again.

After brushing it, the phantom jade birch once again released a misty light, the light turned into a mist, and it directly wrapped the psychic treasure that was up and down in the billowing heaven.

Suddenly, Xu Yi felt that his two life chakras had become unstable. With a brush, the two life chakras were separated from the body at the same time, and two divine images appeared and began to wander around the psychic treasure. .