The breeze pondered, and his eyes didn't know what to capture, but he stopped talking.

He frowned, and his posture of looking down at the idle clouds was full of majesty, as if he was a high god, inspecting all worlds.

"Haha, that's why there is a difference between you and us..."

Chu Xiang whispered to himself, and as soon as he said that, it was blown away by the wind and faded into the cold air.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

He smiled and his lips curled up. His right eye was a little confused, and it seemed like a starry sky inside, like a reflection of the sky. With it as the background, the center of his pupil was a roulette...

His left eye was extremely clear, and the purple thunder ocean was born and destroyed. Looking closely, behind the thunder ocean seemed to be the boundless Milky Way, but the power of the thunder world was too pure and domineering, burying everything.

His eyes were empty and his eyes were dull. His face was expressionless, his heart was leaping, and it was the first time he was jumping so passionately. But why did the window of his soul surge in chill?

Forgetting love is not love, what is love?

Love, love, emotions, emotional intelligence? Too complicated and too simple...

............

“Huh?”

Donghai, Penglai Island, and the Moral Sect.

A man riding the wind and watching the moon in the courtyard of Haige suddenly showed a strange look.

He was sitting on a stone chair, stroking the Yaoqin that he had not touched for a long time with his hands. At this time, he immediately stopped the trembling strings and pressed his hands lightly.

"The Tao can be told, it is very Tao. There are many winds and rains in the ten schools of Central Plains, and the sea of ​​ink gathers in Qingqiu. Who has moved the gate of heaven?"

The man looked quite handsome, probably at the age of twentieth. However, in the cool breeze, his hair was disheveled and his blue shirt was barefoot, which made him look unrestrained.

He muttered unspeakable words, but there was no worry between his eyebrows, but more of it was fun.

In front of the stone table, in addition to a long seven-stringed piano covered with thin dust, there is also an old bronze mirror with dragons on both sides.

In the mirror, it is not a reflection of the present world at all, but a magical scene of a man and a woman being chased in a mess. This is actually a treasure that can be seen thousands of miles away. But the man clearly did not look at the mirror, even half of his eyes.

"Strange, strange, not like, not like."

The man shook his head, brushed his long sleeves and brushed away the dust that blew from the table at some point.

Since there is a sense of enjoying the moon today, why didn’t he wipe out all the tables and chairs in advance?

Could it be that this pavilion or the forbidden place of the Moral Sect?

But I heard the sound of flowers and plants moving from a distance, and saw a Taoist in the beautiful and garbha walking with a candle on a path.

It's too late at night and I don't know where the trail leads.

"World-Honored One, it has been 100,000 years. When will you come out of the mountain?"

The Taoist stopped ten feet away from the pavilion and knelt on the ground. The Taoist said in a deep tone, but more of it was begging and humility.

This expression, movement, and his gorgeous and overly gorgeous clothes are inconsistent. Moreover, it always makes people feel that it is a bit "showing".

A long white candle was placed by the Taoist, and he lowered his head and protruded himself into the ground. He seemed to dare not look at Xiaoting even at one more glance. In fact, when he came, he was still moving quickly with his head down.

"Ding, Dong."

The piano sounded, and stopped when the notes started.

The man sitting in the hall never answered, and his back was facing the Taoist. The Taoist did not dare to get up, so he could only maintain his humble posture. The candlelight was burning, but no drops of wax oil flowed out. Strangely, there should be no light source in the pavilion, and the moon tonight was unclear, but it would not give people a feeling of too darkness.

This contrasts with the darkness outside the hall being shrouded in the darkness and being too deep.

"well"

The sigh was sent by the Taoist robe.

He seemed to have only been here for a while, but it seemed that he had been kneeling for a long time.

I saw him habitually lifting up the candlelight, patting his robe, and turning around and leaving.

When he came here, he seemed to be much more relaxed. He was like an actor who gave up his worries and finished playing the role...

"Which generation of disciple are you?"

Just as the Taoist was about to disappear into the darkness and even the candlelight was about to be swallowed, faint words suddenly came from the pavilion.

The Taoist was shocked, even forgot the rules, and looked up in horror. However, he could not see through anything except darkness.

"snort!"

With anger, the Taoist trembled and knelt down with a trembling heart. Even the candle in his hand fell from shock, but it did not break, and even the flames had not been extinguished.

Hissing, as if it was a highly toxic and corroded sound, came from somewhere. The Taoist was in a hurry and straightened the candle, put it at his hand, and then kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

His movements and his trembling figure seemed to be just an ordinary Taoist priest, without the power to tie a chicken.

"The World Honored One can spare your life, and the World Honored One can spare your life. Unworthy disciple, Changkong, is the 197th generation leader of this sect. The World Honored One can spare your life, and the World Honored One can spare your life. Changkong was shocked by the World Honored One's Heavenly Sound, and broke the rules. The World Honored One can spare your life, and ask the World Honored One to spare your life!"

The Taoist kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, not knowing what he was afraid of. Even the darkness around seemed to have become deeper due to his fear.

"Hey, 197 generations...forget it, I'm afraid you'll think that I'll die long ago."

The man was elegant, but his voice was very cold.

How dare the Taoist say a little more and be submissive?

In fact, for more than ten generations, since 18,000 years, the people in the pavilion have never made any sound. Occasionally, there are only sounds of sounds, and outsiders only think that magic weapons are psychic. In fact, the Taoist indeed thought that the man was dead.

He came here, and even his master and his master came here every year to perform this, they were unknown and often referred to as a shame by him - tradition!

However, this place was obviously just a cliff, but even he had to take it seriously because of the mysterious formation.

The strongest man in the mortal world is nothing in front of real powers and even ruins.

"Um..."

"Qingyunzi, are you dead..."

It was the high tone again, accompanied by the lingering pressure.

The world's largest sect leader is the looming person, and only trembles.

While catering to Changkongzi, he recalled that Qingyunzi was a famous senior in the sect. However, the history of the Daode Sect was too long. Apart from the sect leader of all generations, Lin Changkong knew Qingyunzi. It seemed that he had a disciple who sat down, and his Taoist name was Qingyun. I think that was not the one who asked him to ask.

The man still doesn’t understand the performance of Changkongzi.

But he saw him looking up, his eyes a little hazy, as if he was blindfolded by sand.

"roll."

With a shout, Changzi didn't dare to leave too much, and he hurriedly left with a shock in his heart.

"It's been 100,000 years...you, it's okay..."

"That girl is your support..."

Who is sighing in the dark?

Changkongzi walked out of the illusion array, and he turned back in awe and saw the bright moon.

Under the moonlight, there is a cliff like a sea of ​​flowers, with tides surging. The cliff top is not just an unmanned pavilion...

Some things can be covered by magic circles, while some things cannot even be erased by time.

But, in the face of the truth, can we still trust our eyes?

Listening to ears is false, but seeing to eyes may not be true.
Chapter completed!