Cultivation Reincarnation One Hundred Worlds

"Mom, I saved Xuanhuang, I am a great hero...I am Xuanhuang's hope, Xuanhuang...hahahaha,...

Wine into the throat, tears like rain.

He is like a lunatic, perhaps the only thing that comforts Xia Yi is that he spent a lot of money to buy a cemetery for his mother, what's the point of living like this?Xia Yi often thinks like this, and then thinks of that long-ago dream in his youth.

In the 70s. "Kouchang Mu Xiaowan

Xia Yi fell ill due to long-term begging and no one took care of him, but this allowed him to beg for more money. Charity organizations in the city helped him a few times, but every time he ran out and begged on the street , telling stories to some passing children.

"Qingyun Nine Techniques, it is extremely fast. Qingyun Sect Master Xiao Mo passed it on to me. Let me tell you, the speed of this move can go from here to there in an instant!; Absolutely speaking, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, but every time the child's parents would pull him away quickly "Old lunatic!go aside! "

Some grumpy people 5 would even kick him. = 70 Years are like a dream, life just goes by like this, nothing exciting or passionate happens, Xia Yi is just alive, just alive, very fake.A few years later, his health became worse and worse, and he felt that he was dying, and his life was about to end, but he had too many unspeakable regrets.

But every time he sleeps, he laughs, because he can dream of that grotesque world of self-cultivation, where he cultivates, and fights in it because of his blood, regardless of life and death, even if it is only temporarily, and he will be afraid afterwards, but at that moment, He is happy.

A few months later, Xia Yi started coughing up blood and felt pain all over his body. He had a premonition that his time was numbered. Instead of dying on the street, he might as well do something interesting at the end.He started hiking, like a pilgrimage, and walked to the place where the dream started, Kunlun Mountain, where in his memory was the Xuanhuang Dragon Vein.

Half a year later, it was still the same cliff. Xia Yi slowly climbed to the edge of the cliff.

His eyes started to blur, he felt like he was going to be out of breath, and he knew he was going to die.

But now he knows what is true.

True and false, false and true.

If the dream is true, then he chooses the dream and just jumps off to die, because he is the truth in his heart.

"After so many years...that dream, do I still remember it?

I don't know if it's the backlight, but Xia Yi actually has the strength to stand up again. He came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the scenery below the mountain. The scenery is very beautiful.

"The 70 years have passed by in a hurry, it is not as real as a few years in a dream, where am I living?

What is true and what is false, and what is true in cultivation.

"Why, these 70 years can't be fake, but those few years are real?"

Xia Yi suddenly thought of this, he longed for everything in the realm of comprehension to be true!This is what he really wants to cultivate!

He wanted to go back to Duantian City again, wanted to fight for Xiaozhou, and also wanted to meet that You Yu'er whom he had missed for countless years.

Why protect?For true!For what I really want to do the most, if I just live and can't do what I want, what is the difference between dying and dying! !

Xia Yi walked slowly to the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes.

"If this is true, I would rather die! If this is false, I know my heart.

Also, the foot slips forward and falls off the cliff.

"I, Xia Yi, have the innate Taoism/all dharmas!"

Clouds and mist engulfed his figure.

Chapter 3

Dreams are like a beautiful embellishment to the cruel reality, which can make people yearn for it.

But reality is not necessarily cruel, and dreams are not necessarily beautiful.

In the clouds and mist, the aged Xia Yi continued to fall, and the cliff seemed to be bottomless, and he never reached the bottom.

He seemed to have arrived at another life in this cloud, which was different from the life he is living now. He had another dream, a beautiful dream based on reality. There was no realm of cultivation, and there was no You Yuer.

In his whole life, he was basically misled by that dream, and he still regrets that the dream misled his whole life.

When he was born, everyone around him was laughing, whether it was doctors, nurses, or young parents, they were all celebrating the birth of a new life, but he was the only one who was crying.

His parents are happy, there is no divorce, he and his sister thrive under the care of their parents, his grandmother did not die young, and his grandfather lived a long life. His family is superior, his academic performance is good, and his status in society is enough Use outstanding to describe.

After that, he met a wife he liked very much. There was almost no crack in their relationship. They loved each other until they got old.

Later, he was old and unable to walk, and left with a smile while his children and grandchildren wept.

Xia Yi once thought that this was the perfect life he wanted to pursue, the most perfect life an ordinary person could think of.

Crying for birth, leaving with a smile.

He... Bibian had that dream, and he couldn't let go of that dream, even if he really lived the life he imagined to be an ordinary person, so what?Everything in that dream has always been unforgettable for Xia Yi, whether it is a tragic life or a beautiful life.

Ordinary people have a life of a hundred years, drunk and dreaming of death, laughing worms can only live for three months, but can worms really feel the sadness that they can only live for three months? Completely different concepts, once enlightened, will be extraordinary for a lifetime.

Those who don't know immortal music, immortals don't know ordinary sorrow, don't know joy, don't know sorrow, don't know sorrow, don't know joy.

In the end, Xia Yi knew that he was misled by that dream. He hoped that the dream was true, but no matter how beautiful the reality was, it was also false in his eyes. He realized what he really wanted.

A monk, walks between heaven and earth, swallows the sun and moonlight, and controls the mighty power of heaven and earth with every gesture. Although some people who understand everything are willing to return to the mortal world, that is also his way. Immortals want to try their best to reach out and grasp the Tao. It is not absolute. Everyone has a different Tao. Absolutely evil.

There are those who are only for revenge, those who want to get ahead, those who want to reach the top, and those who follow the crowd.

"…Understood

Xia Yi closed his eyes and stopped looking at the clouds and mist around him. In his old body, violent energy fluctuations suddenly entered and exited.

(.JSF

There are immortals willing to transform into mortals, so why...

Can't have anything, ascend to the immortal!

Cultivate the truth and practice the Tao, hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening, life and death are just a matter of life, you can kneel down and beg for mercy for those who stand in the way, you can work hard to defeat, if you are strong enough...

Even if it is killing the sky, it is not a problem!

This is cultivation!Trim everything as you wish.

In mid-air, Xia Yi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with lines, as if in chaos, the clouds disappeared, Kunlun Mountain disappeared, everything disappeared, shattered like a mirror, and finally, he appeared a piece of yellow sand all over the sky, A land full of bones and skeletons.

The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are false. If someone believes it, it will be true in the eyes of that person. If Xia Yi really wants to be a mortal, then he will naturally perish in the mortal world, but he opened his eyes again.

"Xia Yi? ... Why did you even lose your soul just now, ...

"Talk about it later.

Xia Yi took out the white bone gun and stroked the handle lightly. In his dream, he didn't know how many times he had shot Broken Star. He moved forward. Among those black shadows, there was a figure that he could only clearly see. It was an old man, just like him when he was old.

The old man smiled at him, Xia Yi nodded, stepped forward and pierced the old man's heart with a bone gun.

"…Bar.