Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chu Yang stood up in shock. At this moment, he actually lost his temper. I looked at this old ancestor with my eyes wide open, and I just felt terrified in my heart!

The sword spirits in the mind can't resist a shock! He opened his eyes and looked at the old ancestor of the Chu family through Chuyang's body, with an unexpected color in his eyes.

Even he didn't think that this ancient ancestor of the Chu family practiced against heaven!

Chuyang doesn't really know what true love is, how hard it is to truly have love. But after 90,000 years before and after the Sword Spirit, the world floats, but it is deeply known that there is love... it is harder to cultivate than to go to heaven!

But this ancient ancestor of the Chu family, cultivating the love path actually reached the peak of the holy grade five pints, and still desperately suppressed cultivation. Otherwise, it has already reached the supreme two pints!

He was here seven hundred and three years, and from what he said, his wife didn't seem tall, so he was about a thousand years old at most. So... how did he get to this point in this very short period of time?

There is love... the steps are all demons!

“There is love...” the old man raised his head, between the colors, flashing. Chu Yang can clearly see that on his face, this moment, the wind and cloud change, seemingly millennia, turned into white cloud light fog, on his face, flow quietly past.

On the face of Qing , this moment, is filled with thoughts, is unrepentant, is deep love, is nothing but sadness and despair...

Chu Yang glanced at him. At this moment, he suddenly hallucinated in front of him, non-cloudy and non-foggy. What he saw was that time was as electric as the years of Shuo's illness and death in Hai Sangtian...

In the vagueness, Chuyang seemed to see him meet his wife in the tea garden. At that time, the young man's hair was bright, the jade trees were windy, the red face poured into the city, soft and affectionate, surrounded by green and green grass, green tea garden, the breeze slowly came, the white clouds were drunk...

It's just that the fourth eye is opposite, that is, this heart falls. It's love at first sight. Ever since then, it's deeply rooted, it can't stop. Ever since, life and death depend on each other, wet and foamy...

Seems to see that he met his brothers. Since then, he has been swooping, happy, benevolent, scolding the world...

Happiness, even in the corner of the sky, must be accompanied by stars and nights, conspiring to get drunk, just to share my joy with my brothers. In times of distress, I persuade them to the right for the shield, but none of them leave, live or die with each other. In pain, the brothers weep together...

Happy, laughing, laughing, the world's winds and clouds change, angry, mad, wild wars, bloody rivers and lakes, killing one upside down, stirring a tsunami landslide!

Because you have him around, I have no fear! ……

Seems to see that he loves his wife dead, in pain or not, the brothers come together to accompany him, with the dark, with the grief...

It also seems to see that one of his brothers aged beside him, one closing his eyes beside him, from a living dragon to silent, eventually turning into a loess earth, his heart, torn over and over again...

Hiddenly, it seemed that several graves full of green grass appeared in front of them. In the sunset west, quiet silence was between heaven and earth. In front of the graves, an elderly man in green clothes stood for a long time and became insane...

Chuyang's eyes were wet. At this moment, he suddenly felt the same feeling. The grief in his heart was sudden and he could not be suppressed.

Pfft... Pfft... Pfft...

In total silence, the sound of teardrops falling to the ground sounded gently, so clear and so vibrating.

Chu Yang suddenly woke up and found herself already full of tears. Tears dropped on the ground, making a gentle noise.

Eyed across the street, only to see the old man still sitting still, eyes with infinite wisdom and depth, looking at himself.

Chuyang wanted to talk, but he just felt his throat choking. He couldn't even say a word. He wanted to stop crying, but he couldn't stop saying anything. The grief in his heart was getting worse and worse. A moment of grief came from his heart and couldn't be cut off...

After a long time, Chu Yang finally stabilized his mind a little, some embarrassed to wipe his eyes, and he didn't understand why he was crying so humiliated here...

Since the incense and jade of the previous life did not fade in front of him, Chuyang suffered so much that he cried. Then, at the last moment, he remembered the incense of the dance and wept, Chuyang was reborn. Until now, he has been through so many things that he did not know, but he has never cried so much.

But at this moment, Chu Yang felt like a baby crying.

“Are you awake?” The voices of the elderly come through. Clearly right in front of him, but his voice was like crossing thousands of mountains of water, coming from the cloud fog, floating faint, full of illusions...

“Yes.” Chu Yang lowered his head: “The kid was ashamed and felt the same feeling just now. He cried in disgrace...”

“Shameful crying?” The old man, Guan 'er, smiled: “I take the millennium to cultivate the illusion of Hai Sangtian Dafa, condense the millennium in a moment, transform the past into the present, bring you into my world, let you see my life of sorrow and divorce, life of sour, sweet and spicy, life of loneliness and luxury, life of love and obsession...”

He slowed down; “Are you crying just because you're ashamed? ”

Chu Yang looked up shocked and incredibly at the old man: “Old Ancestor?! ”

Time is also illusory and true: is what I just saw real?

Is it an illusion created by the ancient ancestors with their divine power to the heavens and earth? Is that why you put yourself in there? Real old times?

The old man nodded softly, but clearly confirmed Chuyang's speculation.

“Been crying, but easier?” The old man looked at him quietly.

Chu Yang has felt his chest suffocated and unable to vent since the death of Mo Ming Dance in his previous life. Until this world, this is still the case, his heart is heavy and his heart cannot be resolved. Plus, there are too many secrets in this life to tell people, it has been suppressed in my heart for a long time, and it is becoming more and more sinister...

But after listening to this phrase at this moment, I suddenly discovered that the feeling of heavy stiffness in my chest unwittingly dissipated more than half...

Chu Yang couldn't help wondering what was going on.

“Tears, good stuff! Crying, even better.” The old man looked at him with some pity: "Son, you've got so much to worry about, you've got to hold yourself down. This painful and quick tear will put a lot of pressure on you and exhale it. ”

Chu Yang bowed his head and thought, tears, can you still reduce the pressure?

“Man, why are you crying? To relieve the mood. If you don't cry when you cry, it will be on your mind. You think it's over, but it's not. The more you accumulate, the more powerful it is. ”

"When I was a teenager, I always thought it was cowardly for a boy to weep without bleeding. So, even if you stab a knife in your body and let the pain replace the cry, you don't want the tears to come out and maintain the look of an iron-blooded man... Actually, this is the stupidest thing. ”

“Because while these didn't erupt at the time, when you're old, human nature makes you nostalgic. And by then, as you get older and nostalgic, the things that you've been accumulating all your life will come to pass. Becoming your most painful torment... in martial arts, is... demons! ”

“'And this demon,' said the old man, 'cannot be restrained! So the martial artist cultivated it all his life, and he stopped there. So the average person's lifespan stops here. ”

Chu Yang muttered when he realized something. “I see. ”

“So one's life requires indulgence. When you are proud, you need to laugh. When your soul breaks, don't be stingy. When you cry, you cry. When you laugh, you live truly handsome. ”

The old man smiled and looked at him: “Chuyang, in fact... the deliberately maintained image of the so-called 'Iron Blood Man’ is not worth it. It's so worthless! The real subway bloodboy, is the Qiyun River Mountain, the masculine world, the true nature, is the Jianghu iron bloodboy! ”

“Yes!” Chu Yang said orally. "The boy remembers. ”

In my heart, I thought about my past, after myself, Chu Yang carefully combed, I have done many things in the past, now I think that the corrective work at the time was really childish and ridiculous, juvenile general illness...

When Chu Yang raised his head, his eyes were already clear.

The old man smiled joyfully.

The old man did not know that his illusion of the past this time, the evolution of this sea mulberry field and a lesson, let Chuyang's human ecology, has undergone a general change!

Chu Yang sat respectfully and waited for him to speak. For the first time, the hearts of the two generations have admired one man so much.

The old man smiled, "Chu Yang, you probably don't know my name, my husband's name, is Chu Xiaoxin.” He laughed: “Smile heart, tune ‘Careful’, the brothers used to joke with me, always yelling at the other person: Careful! Watch out! ”

He laughed in memory.

Chu Yang also laughed. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Gu Solo. When Ji Mo and Roc fought with jokes, he never forgot the play: take care of your penis... Gu Penis...

At that time, Gu was always crying and furious...

“In the weak crown year of my husband, for the first time, I left my house and broke into the river and lake. I saw her in that thousand acres of tea garden.” He laughed, and there still seemed to be an old stunning color in his eyes, satisfied: “That is your grandmother. ”

Chu Yang smiled and could imagine his happiness and happiness at the time.

At the same time, it is also sensitive to note that the ancient ancestors finally began to truly talk after drinking for themselves, fantasizing about their lives and unraveling the demons of their hearts. He practiced with love.

All of these mysteries must be in his story!

So Chu Yang relaxed all his mind and concentrated on integrating himself into this story. At this time, the old man's eyes shoots out sharply. Chu Yang suddenly felt that his eyes, though sharp as swords, were full of warm power, with a wonderful consciousness, and a kind of Xuan Ou traction...

With the help of this gaze, Chu Yang was in a trance and fell in love. He felt like he had become Chu Laughing Heart and moved into the space a thousand years ago...

But amazingly, the mind is still bright...

Having feelings…

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