Grasping Evil

Ningfan looked up at the moon and looked down at the water.

The bright moon in the night sky is still clean, and the shadow of the moon in the water waves breaks with the water waves...

The bright moon above the head is still motionless, so it should be real.

The moon shadow in the water breaks apart, so it can only be a shadow, it's false...

And that false moonshadow, it turns out, is because the moon is empty.

“What is void?" False "is a reflection of" true ", born of" true "... and that's what I've been feeling for days. With this in mind, my understanding of fiction can be regarded as actually reaching the level of speculation... just...”

The water waves gradually calmed down, Ningfan stood on the bridge, lowered his head, watched the moon shadow regrouped in the running water under his feet, and watched his own reflection in the water.

He looked at his reflection, and at him as well, looking at each other.

In just one moment, Ningfan's head burst, suddenly raised his head, as if he understood something, but could not see through it.

Fan turned around and looked behind him. The moon was bright and brilliant, shone on him and left a dark shadow on the bridge behind him.

The reflection in the water is false, but the shadow behind it is real...

“The phantom... the real phantom...”

He regained his mood and looked back at the water country at night, but no longer had any thoughtful emotions, only a faint blindness in his eyes.

“What is void...”

Once again, he asked the question gently.

This time, however, the meaning of the first question is very different.

The first time you ask yourself what is false, you ask yourself what is false, and the answer you give yourself is that all reflections produced by the real thing are false.

But when he saw his reflection in the water, he was blind. Seeing the shadow behind him, he became more and more confused and asked the second question again.

The second question is still the question of what is false, but not what is false, but what is true.

When Ningfan meets the reflection in the water, his mind suddenly rises.

“You stand on the bridge and see the running water, and the reflection in the water is also looking at you. You think he's your shadow, but he thinks you're his shadow...”

“You're wondering if reflection is false, and maybe reflection is also thinking about your authenticity. ”

“You throw a geese warm stone, you shock the lake, the water softens and shatters the reflection, so you think the reflection is false. ”

“But at the angle of reflection, he also cast a pebble, crushing the running water beneath his feet... and in that reflective eye, whether your figure is also projected on the lake, scattered by the waves...”

“Is the phantom really false...”

“And the world I live in, does it really exist...”

“Whose reflection! ”

“Whoever is truthful! ”

“Who's the shadow! ”

Ningfan stood on the bridge flowing water, looking at the focus of the night, the heart is interwoven.

He gradually became somewhat confused between himself and the reflection who was objective, but because of this, his perception of falsehood suddenly improved!

Everyone was born in the heavens and the earth, thinking, of course, that they were objective and real, and that their shadows were false.

This is preconceived thinking.

But no one has ever wondered if they are the shadows themselves, and the other end of the world in the mirror and in the water of the lake is the real existence.

Ning Fan's second question, touching the enlightenment is too deep, and it contains the truth that he can see through today.

Fan did not know, this second time he asked himself, has touched the question of the number of heavenly grades, and this is not what he can understand today...

He remembers the past of Zidou Xianhuang... when he thought, of course, that the world in which Zidou Xianhuang lived was an illusion, an illusion, a false world that existed in the illusion.

Therefore, he also considered his life with his mother, paper crane, as a fantasy dream.

But now I wonder if Purple Doo's illusion is real, and his four days and nine days are fantasies...

If Fan sighed softly, he could not see through the questions.

He had some idea why the Seven Kingdoms Brothers of the First Step were pursuing eternal life, and the Second Step Brothers, who had earned eternal immortal life, still struggled to pursue the truth...

A monk who preaches the first step, yearns for immortality.

A monk who preaches the second step, yearns for the truth, perhaps it is the only way to escape the destiny of becoming a reflection!

“Look, look, look, look, look, look, look.”

Rather than muttering to himself, he could not give the answer to the second question, but his sense of emptiness, because he saw nothing but nothing, really reached the level of emptiness, unlike the time of the star palace, just accidentally knocked on the door to ask the bottleneck of emptiness, mastering a hint of emptiness.

Not by chance or chance, not by any epiphany, but by one eye and one heart, to perceive the veins of empathy.

At this moment, Ning Fan, looking up at the dark night sky, his eyes were so deep as to tear apart space as if he could see the void space beneath it.

Each tiny force of void has a unique vein.

Feel the power to manipulate the void with ease by perceiving each different vein.

Linking the forces of millions of voids along each of the different void veins can condense the sea of voids.

And if you have enough power, the moment you step into the sea of voids, you become a breakthrough, you become a fictional monk...

“Flush!” At this moment, Ningfan's sense of emptiness has not reached the point of impulse, but has seen the path to impulse.

Just follow this path to Goku, and one day, Ningfan will be able to break through the realm of Goku!

“The sibling's eyes are really good. Looks like we've got a sweeping avenue. Liu Haoyue, from the tree world, doesn't know what this brotherhood is called...”

At some point, Ning Fan's back has appeared a man with long, pine hair, smiling like a spring breeze, and the look of the instrument is extraordinary. He hugged Ning Fan with courtesy.

Ningfan stopped to understand, his eyes slightly fluctuated. Turning to the man in the blue shirt, he hugged his fist, but he was surprised.

Never thought he'd meet an outsider outside the imperial tomb.

And this monk is not from the Rain Realm, but from other interfaces!

“Rain Realm, Ningfan! ”

Ningfan carefully weighed the young man in green shirt. Naturally, the young man in green shirt also entered the imperial tomb with a split soul. The splitting soul also has only the appearance of vein repair.

But from this person's talk and judgment, it is preferable for Fan to determine that this person's dignity is at least no less than the realm of purification.

And looking at the aura of this person, it is clearly a willow tree into a fine magic.

Trees can not only build tree demons, but also tree demons, and this moon is a tree demon! From one of the Nine Realms... the Tree Realm!

“It was a pleasure to meet Brother Tai from the Rain Realm. Liu thought that Brother Ning, like Liu, had been accidentally ordered to cross the realm and enter the meteor tomb of the Thunder Emperor. ”

“It turns out Brother Liu's thunder jade is accidental... but I don't know if Brother Liu found Ning.” I'd rather think about each other's intentions.

“When I saw Brother Ning's independent wooden bridge, the first stop was for a few days, but it was in Goku, and I sighed in my heart, so I gave birth to the heart of dating, and I wanted to sit down with Brother Ning and argue. To be honest, Liu entered the imperial tomb only for the sake of enlightenment.” Liu Haoyue smiled with humility and courtesy and was a true humbler.

“What does Daoist want to say? ”

“What a void!” Liu Haoyue suddenly asked the question, his eyes were like the moon, flashing with wonder.

He asked only that he was looking up at the night moon and showing confusion.

Ning Fan would like to know that Liu Haoyue asked himself his first question... what is false.

“Falseness is the real shadow. Falseness arises because of it. There is darkness because of the light. False because of the truth. Chaloning stands above the river, and the reflection in the river is my void! And I, should be true. This was the answer I was thinking about for a few days, but now I have a different view of it. ”

“Oh, would you like to hear more about it?” Liu Haoyue would have greatly appreciated Ning Fan's point of view. For the first time, he heard that some people compared falsehood to the real shadow, which is even in the refinement of the tree kingdom, few people have this insight.

Just heard that Ning Fan had other opinions, Liu Haoyue immediately listened, afraid to miss a word.

“Vain is the real shadow, true, not necessarily the vain shadow. Whoever is whose shadow, can't tell, at least with Ning's current state of affairs, can't see through... Brother Liu and look at the running water under his feet, you look at the reflection in the water, can you be sure that you are real, and it is false? ”

“Whose shadow... can't tell! ”

Liu Haoyue listened to Ning Fan's words, his head burst out, raw there, looking at the water and reflection under his feet, more and more confusion in his eyes.

He would have seen Ning Fan Gongfu, so he gave birth to a companionship.

Although the question was raised, I had no idea that Ningfan's answer would be so appalling.

Rather than comparing falsehood to a true shadow, Fangfan asserts that there is no real difference between truth and falsehood. This assertion is the first time Liu Hao Yuenping has heard of it.

He couldn't help but think along Ningfan's lines, whether he was a shadow or not, and the reflecting world in the water was the real world...

In this way, Liu Haoyue's heart shocked and felt that his whole life's awareness of the word was nothing but empty talk. He never thought he was false. Does that really exist?

“Daoist insights are unique, and Hao Yue is ashamed of himself. But Hao Moon has a second question... what is it?” Liu Haoyue held his fist for the second time, revealing true respect in his eyes.

He asked the second question just, instead of looking at the moon, looking at the running water.

I would rather know that the second question he asked was the one he had thought about before.

“Brother Liu's second question is not fictitious, but true. ”

“I'd rather have an answer?” Liu Hao Moonlight looked forward to receiving another horrific answer from Ningfan.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what's true. But my mentor, from a strong man, once said a word... how can you tell if the world is fake, if what you see is not necessarily true, what you hear is not necessarily false! It's only in the middle of nowhere! ”

At first, Liu Haoyue heard that Ningfan did not know the answer to the second question. First, he sighed.

After hearing the last half of Ningfan, suddenly God shook his soul, as if it were an enlightenment.

“True and false only in one reading... what a true and false only in one reading! Brother Ning did not answer my second question, but gave me a good answer. But Liu has a third question... what is it? ”

When Liu Haoyue asked the third question, he was not looking at the moon, nor at the running water, but at the pale night, and his eyes swept away.

He knows that Liu Haoyue's third question is not true, it's not false, it's the way...

“Brother Liu has a face. The avenue is empty, those are the true fairies. They also have to spend their entire lives exploring it. How does Ning know the answer? Instead of thinking about that smoky avenue, live in the present. When I return tomorrow evening, the path you and I have taken is the path I have been waiting for! ”

“The road walked... is the avenue...” Liu Haoyue's confused gaze gradually cleared and looked at Ningfan again, revealing a sighing expression.

“Brother Ning was brilliant and answered three questions in a row. Mr. Liu was impressed. If he comes to the trees, he must go to the Snow Willow Palace. Liu will surely welcome him! This is Liu's ‘divine order’, whereby Brother Ning can enter and exit the Snow Liu Demon Palace at will, no one will stop him! Goodbye!”

Liu Haoyue once again respectfully hugged his fist, shook his body and pulled a split soul away from the imperial tomb.

I'd rather look at the light of Liu Haoyue's departure. An intelligent command.

Such tokens are condensed by the power of mindfulness of some powerful masters to prove their identity.

This token can be accommodated in the Sea of Knowledge for easy storage. Another advantage is that it can be taken out of the imperial tomb.

There are only four words in the divine mind, but these four words strike Ning Fan deeply.

Snow Willow Demon King!

That Yu Hao Moon, Hercules is one of the three most famous demons of the tree kingdom... the Snow Liu Demon, is a true broken emperor!

“I can't believe I accidentally had a relationship with a tree that was broken...” I'd rather shake my head and smile, pointing to the divine order, the token immediately turned into a light and not into the sea of its soul.

His eyes swept through the night, preferring a little silence, walking down the bridge and flowing through the water countryside at night.

On both sides of the river, rumbling and laughter aboard the canopy.

The nostrils are wet and floating breaths with the scent of cauliflower.

The night scattered and the morning glow faded.

Ningfan walked beneath a finely woven thin tile and looked at the blue brick under his feet, looking at the flowers flowering in the alley pottery.

Holding a flute, he walked across a reed-covered Minghu, walked through a house of minghuas, and walked through a cluster of tight bamboo fixtures.

One, two, three...

Ningfan walked all the way, and encountered some spiritual beast monsters all the way, he killed them at will, without causing any mood.

Time passed by the day, and he broke his soul into a slight climb.

Six layers, seven layers... ten layers.

Ning Fan stood at the top of a mountain and remembered the breakthrough of the melting spirit.

Back then, with a golden dawg, he broke through the melting spirit... and all those years in Seven Plums, he was gone forever...

Ho!

On the top of the mountain, several giant bear freaks each have a pulsating ten-story repair, come to Ningfan to howl and kill.

Without returning his head, he only sacrificed his flute and harvested the lives of several bears.

Swallow Bear Monster's pulsating reggae, this weak soul, breaks through the melting spirit at this moment!

“It melted... just like it was back then...”

In the eyes of Ningfan, he thought more and more and flew one step down the hill. After the melting of the soul, his split soul could fly.

He used a trick he hadn't used in years, just like he did in the sky.

He flew high above the Nine Heavens and went straight to the Middle Realm, shocking a number of hidden foreign fiends along the way.

Of these beasts, there are early, mid-, late, and even peaks of melting spirit, but as long as they are beneath the Golden Dan, no one can stop Ning Fanfang Flute!

puff! puff! puff!

That pipe of flute fell into Ningfan's hand and became the ultimate magic treasure.

Ningfan killed all the way, killed tens of thousands of melting spiritual beasts, and repaired them to climb all the way.

Melting Spirit Early, Melting Spirit Middle, Late Melting Spirit, Melting Spirit Peak...

Approaching the breakthrough of Golden Dan, Ningfan recalled that year as the bloody sea slaughter broke through Golden Dan.

Reminds me of Firecloud ancestors, of the humiliation of Dajin, of a crusade in the overseas...

Reminds me of a euphemism!

No longevity, no horizontal, just correct your reflection!

“Golden Dan...” He flashed brilliantly, his momentum has broken through!

It looks like a stream of light rushed into the middle domain and immediately struck countless dead spirits in the middle domain!

In the middle domain, most dead spirits are cultivated, one by one is not low, there is no shortage of Golden Dane babies, and there is even deity.

Preferring to lean against the poor mountains, every time you walk, you will be besieged by a dead spirit, and you will slaughter a dead spiritual monk!

For every dead spirit you kill, you get a rego...

Fix it as a step up to reach the mid, late, peak of Golden Dan... again approaching Yuan Baby!

At night, Ningfan walked out of the Valley of the Dead Spirit, looking at the moon above his head, recalling the resoluteness of the year when the baby was born!

Reminds me of the tenderness of not chopping off a paper crane, of the monster that has been in trouble for so many years...

You are the demon of my life...

“Yuan Baby...” preferred to wear countless reggae to break through Yuan Baby at this moment.

In the middle domain, although there are former babies and deities, it is not a widespread existence.

Rather than breaking through the previous realms, through mass killing, acquiring Reggae into the Divine Divine Divinity, purifying falsehood...

He jumped straight into the middle domain, stopped killing, and flew all the way to near the divine domain.

He no longer concealed Sha Qi, the spirits encountered along the way, one perceived Ningfan's compelling momentum, were all crawling chestnuts, and he dared not attack Ningfan again.

Fan stood outside the divine domain, perceived the unusual fierceness of the divine domain, and gently held his footsteps.

He is not prepared to enter the Divine Domain. If there is indeed a dead spirit of the Thunder Emperor in the Divine Domain, his soul will enter the Divine Domain only if it is destroyed.

Months after entering the Imperial Tomb, the external wounds to this honor should have been much better.

Ningfan split his soul into the imperial tomb and went all the way from the outer realm through the middle realm to the outer realm of the divine realm. His initial goal of exploring the imperial tomb has basically been achieved.

Next, it's time to leave the tomb...

Standing on the summit, he looked at the night slightly blind, and preferred the heart to the water.

He doesn't give a shit.

All he cares about is the people, the things, the obsession...

The smile faded on the moon when the hands were smoky. He looked calmly at the moonlight, but at this moment he was close to the avenue.

He suddenly raised an urge to pick up those memories and ignite the moonlight!

The moonlight is hard to find, much less ignite...

But Fan had a strange feeling... that he could light the moonlight if he wanted to!

This path of enlightenment is not without gain. At least Fan has gained enough inspiration, and these inspirations are enough for him to create his own spell again!

He looked at the seemingly empty moonlight and suddenly stood at the top of the mountain, pinching his fingers.

“Perhaps before I leave, I can create a kind of 'burning magic'...” rather than smile. If I integrate this feeling into this technique... he can do it to ignite the moon! Ignite nothingness!

He has yet to realize what a terrible magic trick he would create.

And what would happen if a broken strong man was almost scared to death by this technique...

An arrogant old man in grey clothes came suddenly with a royal decree from the Rain Emperor.

“The old man died and was commanded to convey the will of the Emperor of Rain. Zhou Minghe is here, hurry up and answer the message! ”

He didn't have a loud voice, but he blended into a broken sky, shocking the whole troll race!

His eyes hid a hint of indifference, and he heard that the Red Demon King he was raising died in the hands of Ningfan... while the Red Demon King kept it, it was still useful, but now he's dead...

Looks like you need a little lesson today, Ningfan!

“Where is Zhou Minghe?!” The clouds dried cold, the snow and cold of the north were dispersed by his words, and the mountains collapsed.