Changsheng: I can sell everything

Later, Yin Xunyi said: "Fellow Taoist Song, there are no intact eggs under the overthrow of the nest. If you want to ignore many things, you must have absolute strength.

However, what kind of strength is considered absolute strength? True immortal? Martial Saint? I’m afraid it may not be possible…”

Song Ciwan said: "True immortals and martial saints may not be able to do it, but you and I are not even earthly immortals now. Fellow Daoist Yin, thinking too far sometimes may not be a good thing."

Yin Xunyi was lying on the bamboo raft, with his hands in the water. The blue water flowed through his dark blue sleeves, and his sleeves floated on the water, like a gauze passing through the water.

With his eyes blurred and drunken, he sang softly: "Heroes gather and disperse outside Lanqian, and the rise and fall of the past and present are in the middle.

The swallow does not know the affairs of the mortal world, and returns to the ancient road in the setting sun.

The peaks and ridges are like clusters, the waves are like wrath, and the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles apart, sitting across from each other talking about honor and disgrace.

All the achievements of a thousand years have been turned into dust! "

After singing, he laughed softly again: "Hehehe, hahaha, all the achievements of a thousand years have become dust, they have all become dust..."

Smiling, he said: "After leaving Yongzhou this time, I am going to the Demon-Suppressing Pass. The world is boring, so it is better to kill demons. Anyway, after hundreds of thousands of years, everything will turn into dust."

Fellow Daoist Song, what about you? Where are you going? "

Song Ciwan did not answer his words, but only looked at the mountains and rivers ahead after he asked.

The mountains in the distance are like mist, and the color of dark blue is undulating between the sky and the earth. The golden sunlight is shining down from the sky, shining on the clouds and mists in the mountains, reflecting the whole world into a layer of brilliant colors.

This is the landscape of Kyushu, both common and uncommon in the human world.

They have stood in this world for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. In this life, even if a person cultivates to become a true immortal, it is just as short-lived as dust to the mountains and rivers of this world.

But Song Ciwan was different. She had a longer, longer, and possibly even endless lifespan!

Thousands of years later, when all the geniuses of this generation have turned into dust, she will still be there.

The rise and fall of times, the changes in government, these seem to be very important to her at this moment, because she is still young and weak.

But what if it’s tens of millions of years later? Who knows how everything will turn out?

Therefore, at this moment, thinking about the long years that may exist in the future, even though Song Ciwan has always been firm in his Taoism, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel confused for a moment.

If time is long enough, is immortality a blessing or a punishment?

There is a sharp bend ahead, and a bamboo raft flies by.

On the blue sky, a line of swan geese fluttered past, leaving a curling sound in the sky.

Next to Song Ciwan, the big white geese couldn't help but stretch their necks and sing loudly in response to the singing of the wild geese in the sky.

"Excited!"

"Kang Kang Kang!"

Song Ciwan came back to her senses in an instant and suddenly burst into laughter.

She said it well when she taught Aunt Wen before that the wonders and beauty of the world are often far away and beyond the reach of others... In this world, if people want to achieve achievements that ordinary people cannot achieve, they must endure hardships that ordinary people cannot achieve. withstood the test.

This is an eternal truth. If you don’t understand it, then why are you still cultivating immortality and asking questions?

Of course, Song Ciwan had always figured it out, but the human heart was like a demon, and its thoughts and ideas were always there. Even if he succeeded in surrendering for a while, it would reappear soon.

People's hearts change like white clouds and gray dogs, all the time and everywhere.

What is practice?

It means to practice and practice step by step, ask questions one step at a time, and constantly surrender the inner thoughts and desires, so that they will not be shaken even if they change in any way.

Song Ciwan stood on the bamboo raft and let out a breath, like a smoky snake. In a moment, it broke through the space of tens of feet in front and landed on a frog bouncing on the water bank. The frog stretched out its tongue to catch insects. Unexpectedly, the insect was very flexible and stretched out its tongue. The insect was about to pass by. The frog's attempt to catch insects was about to fail.

At this moment, the wisp of smoke fell on the frog.

The frog suddenly gained more strength, and its green little body suddenly formed a double jump in mid-air, moving half an inch forward out of thin air.

The frog rolled its tongue and quickly rolled the flying insect into its tongue!

"Quack!"

The little frog fell back to the water bank, swallowed the insect in one gulp, and then screamed happily.

The wind blows on the water bank and the rice fields rustle.

Frogs croak and frogs sing, like a song or a picture.

A smile appeared on Song Ciwan's lips. She turned her head and looked behind her, only to see Yin Xunyi lying on the bamboo raft behind her and fell asleep like this.

His sleeves crossed the bamboo raft and dangled in the water. The current lifted him up and seemed to send him far away.

A wine glass fell on his lapel and was placed upside down on his chest. With the rise and fall of his breathing, the wine glass rolled on his chest, but somehow it never fell.

Song Ciwan chuckled softly, facing the water and facing the wind, and said: "Fellow Taoist Yin, don't leave. The mountains are long and the rivers are far. See you later."

She patted the big white goose beside her, and it flapped its wings and flew up, singing happily: "Ang, ang, ang!"

The big white goose can fly. Although its body is heavy and plump, it is easy for it to transform into a monster and flap its wings to fly.

Song Ciwan stepped forward lightly, limping along the waves, and soon he was far away on the water.

In the next few days, Song Ciwan traveled northward.

She actually doesn't have a clear destination, and it doesn't mean she has to go somewhere.

I just want to take a look at this great river and mountains. After passing Yongzhou, I want to see the wind in Jingzhou, the moon in Yangzhou, the blue sea in Qingzhou, the snow in Xuzhou...

She doesn't need to rush, and she doesn't need to worry about the dangerous world and the turmoil in the court.

Who rises, who ascends, who declines, who falls, does it have anything to do with her?

Things are changing, but my heart remains unchanged.

Of course, she may not be interested in the change of power in the court, but there are some things that she must still be concerned about.

For example, the matter of the secret realm of the spiritual world, the golden elixir giving birth to insects, this matter is related to race, and even to the secrets and truth of heaven and earth.

Once Song Ciwan closes her eyes and listens, pretending that the matter has nothing to do with her for the sake of temporary comfort, then over time, she may become the legendary turtle in the urn.

As a senior said, in a dark world, blindfold yourself and die in confusion.

After all, although she has a long lifespan, she is not invincible!

As for the Zerg thing, since there is a great terror in the world that has cast a forbidden spell in the world, which cannot be said or mentioned, making it impossible for Song Ciwan to convey news in the world, then Song Ciwan's only way to deal with it is to be brave and diligent——

If you can't be invincible now, then you can become invincible.

Wouldn't it be great to respond to all crises in the world with unrivaled power?

After walking for several days, Song Ciwan clarified his thoughts, his ideas gradually became clearer, and his determination became a little firmer.

During this period, she traded the demonic spirit's evil energy every day, and her lifespan soon increased to 76,000 years.