Refining Heaven and Earth Chapter 1352: Forget
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In a battle, both lose and lose, and the wildness falls into a dead silence!
In the Four Desolate and Eight Regions, apart from the gathering of the strong from the Western Regions, there are almost no traces of the strong from the Hedao Realm. They also choose to hibernate in the Dao Realm and watch the changes!
The wilderness is calm overnight, and this is the calm before the storm. How many years can this calm last?
Ten years? Thirty years? a hundred years?
There is one person who rejoices about this, and that is blood!
There is no longer any fear, wanton plundering and harvesting, wherever it goes, blood is filled with bones, countless lives are forged, and the dead mountain is watered by blood.
The blood meditation cultivation base rises rapidly, soaring toward the quasi-sage!
At this time, no one paid any attention to him, Huangxuan seemed to have become the territory of the blood, and countless lives became the source of strength for him to improve his cultivation!
And those quasi-sages who are high above and overlooking the crowd are busy healing their wounds. They have a greater cause to accomplish, robbing the Tianding Cauldron!
Zhan's ruthless expression was cold, and the spirits around him rolled back, his pale complexion turned ruddy, his eyes flashed with cold light, and his killing intent was overwhelming!
Zhan Wushuang sat cross-legged, and thousands of sword lights appeared behind him, the golden light was dazzling, and he was like a sea of swords, and he was the king of swords, and ten thousand swords surrendered!
Thousands of miles away in the ground, where the fire is surging, the space is extremely unstable, and there are sometimes hissing sounds, and the sky seems to be torn apart by life.
Suddenly two rays of light flashed in the fire, Luo Xuan's figure slowly emerged, his face was full of doubts, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes, and he muttered: "It seems to be getting more and more unstable."
In the ancient war, the Tianyuan Continent was beaten and split out. Huangxuan suffered an unprecedented calamity. I don't know how many creatures died in that calamity, whether it was a monster or a human.
The Great God Wind Lixi refines stones to fill the sky and consolidate the wilderness. Only then has the wilderness been peaceful for nearly 110,000 years.
The place where the isolated island floats, where the source of heaven and the desert are torn apart, the space is extremely unstable. In recent years, the space has become more and more unstable. Is the desert going to change?
Luo Xuan glanced around and closed his eyes again, as if none of this had happened before, indifferent!
It was not only Luo Xuan who discovered the change, but Zhan Ruqing also discovered the changes in space, and of course he did not escape the eyes of Zhan Wushuang.
But they have no time to bother about it at the moment.
Zhan Ruqing and Luo Xuan are healing his wounds, but Zhan Wushuang is busy improving his cultivation base, and his cultivation base is upgraded to the extreme, so he can win the upcoming battle.
"Fang Bai, I hope to see you soon!" Zhan Wushuang murmured, as if missing an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years.
Western Regions.
When the news of the Qinghuang War came, the Western Regions were shocked, and Fang Bai showed such a powerful force. How can people not be panicked?
Looking at the wildness, apart from the Zhan Tianzong and Yaozu who gathered in the Western Regions, all have surrendered to Fang Bai's Temple of War.
When will it be the turn of the Western Regions?
Zhan Wentian panicked, and the Yaozu panicked up and down!
As if waiting for the end all the time, sorrow clouded the entire Western Regions.
Time goes by, the end has not come, no one feels thankful for it, but more and more disturbed!
Because they know that they will come one day sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.
Some people could not bear the torture of this kind of fear, and sneaked away from the Western Regions. They were so wild that they could always find a place to live.
Zhan Tianzong and Yaozu didn't wait for Fang Bai to come, and the inside had begun to slowly disintegrate.
At this time, far away in the sea to the south of Yunhuang, a floating island, with a mansion in the middle of the island, this is the only building on the island, Wushuang Mansion!
From time to time there are turbulent weather erupts in the mansion, and it appears from time to time!
On a boulder on the western coastline of the isolated island, a figure sat cross-legged, sun rising and sunset, spring and autumn changing, sitting quietly for ten years.
Ten years of vicissitudes, the figure has been sitting here, like a statue, as if it has never moved.
I don't know when, a gray-haired old man walked in the distance, facing the sunset, walking towards the boulder, his steps were not hurried, every step down seemed to merge with the heaven and the earth, and the whole person followed from time to time.
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When the old man came to the boulder, he seemed to be tired. He sat down straight and leaned back, looking up at the sky at sunset, a smile on his wrinkled face.
"Senior, it looks better." The figure on the boulder said, it was Fang Bai who had been away from Qinghuang for more than eleven years.
After leaving Qinghuang, Fang Bai went all the way south, encountered this quiet island, and chose to stay here to practice.
"Fortunately." The old man is the old way.
Eleven years have passed, and the wounds of the Old Path have not recovered. Cultivation is a problem. After Fang Bai converted the vitality of the five cultivation ‘Eight-Large Chaos Method’ to the Old Path, he found that it was useless.
It means that he can no longer stop the vitality of the ancient path, unless he can restore his cultivation as soon as possible to delay the vitality.
Fang Bai felt deeply guilty, but Gu Dao took it calmly.
"Senior, if one day you find that things are completely different from what you imagined, would you regret it?" Fang Bai asked softly.
"Is regret useful?" Gu Dao lazily said, he didn't seem to want to dwell on this issue. After thinking about it, he continued: "In fact, some things are not important at all. The important thing is how you want to do it."
Fang Bai opened his eyes, looking back, he could only see the stones under the sunset, but could not see the ancient road leaning under the stones, "I don't understand!"
Gu Dao smiled and said: "Of course you don't understand, you have hatred in your heart, how can you understand?"
Fang Bai wondered: "Is there no hate in my heart?"
"No!"
"War is merciless?"
"Why does the old man hate him? Just a poor man blinded by greed!"
Poor man?
Fang Bai laughed dumbly. Who would dare to say that Zhan Ruqing is a poor person? It seems that apart from the old way, no one dares to say that again, and no one thinks so.
"According to the predecessors, I shouldn't have hatred?"
"No!" Gu Dao shook his head and said, "You should hate, and you must have hate." As if afraid that Fang Bai could not understand his words, he tried his best to climb up the boulder.
Fang Bai didn't move, so he watched quietly, watching the first strong man in the wild climb up a boulder less than three long tall like an ordinary person.
The setting sun reflected the sweat on his forehead, and the old road finally climbed up, panting and sitting in front of Fang Bai, muttering: "I don't know how to help the old man."
"Didn't seniors do it?" Fang Bai smiled.
Gu Dao shook his head, "A body of flesh and blood should have seven emotions and six desires, and there is no sadness or joy. It is wood, so you should have hate. However, the wild sky is far away, the way of martial arts is far away indefinitely, and the power of a lifetime is exhausted. It’s beyond reach, there are so many things you need to do."
"One day you will find that hate has no meaning, or that many things are not worth hating, and there is no time to hate."
"At that time, naturally there will be no more hatred in your heart!"
Hearing this, Fang Bai is silent. Gu Dao's words are not difficult to understand. The question is how many people can do it?
Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are life, martial artists are no exception, and saints can hardly escape, otherwise, how could there be a great war in the ancient world?
"I can't do it!" Fang Bai sighed and shook his head, looking into the distance!
Previous life and present life, the experience is too much, some hatred disappears with the disappearance of the enemy, and some hatred cannot.
I have missed too much in this life, and it is always in my heart. It is not easy to let it go!
Perhaps because of this, the xinxing has changed drastically over the years, which has attracted some strange eyes, and even people around me have misunderstood.
But Fang Bai doesn't care!
Gu Dao smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if I can't do it, I also want to understand this time I was injured, whether it is a grievance or a grudge, it will be nothing in the end."
It's empty!
When the sun sets, the night is gradually covering, Fang Bai's eyes are firm, he doesn't think it will be a emptiness!