Thousands of years later, the quaint and lively town was replaced by a quiet and beautiful valley. Here, birds are singing and flowers are blooming, but it is miraculously quiet and there is no sound. It seems that everything is just a portrait, beautiful and moving, but without the vitality of the past.

"Very perceptive." The young man appeared in the valley wearing a gorgeous dress made of gold thread and satin. He was a little tired at first, but after taking a look at the huge lake in the valley, his fatigue was swept away, and his tone was full of emotion.

A bit of uncontrollable fanaticism. "It looks like it's almost over."

The young man landed solemnly on the lake, opened his thin lips and silently recited a few complicated spells, and saw ripples on the water under his feet.

A flash of white light appeared on the lake, which was holy but not intense. The changing light and shadow intertwined in it. Unique pictures were slowly formed, containing mystery.

With different angles, the ever-changing light and shadow are reflected into the air. The mist in the evening and the distorted light and shadow make the young man's face dim and unclear.

"It's snowing." A cold voice came from the mixed light and shadow under the water. The tone was calm, low and clear, like the cold ice and snow on the green mountains, wrapped in a cold and desireless indifference. "It's really not a good sign."

The flawless white snowflakes are not afraid of the sting and darkness of the sun.

Ghost Training Camp: If snowflakes are flowers, their flower language means that he can put aside the vicissitudes and filth of the world, may he forgive all the harm the world has done to him, may he still have warmth and hope in the darkness, may he be in despair

There is still infinite hope and hope in the quagmire. It is a pity that the snow is not a flower.

"Snowing? It's just the last cry of life." The young man waved his hand calmly and politely. "The voice has changed. You are chatting with an old friend. Why are you so vigilant?"

"Same for you." There was no wave in the voice, showing rigor and solemnity. "There is no trace of the original vitality."

The young man smiled, with the corners of his mouth forming a precise arc that made people feel peaceful.

Years of confusion and panic have worn away the edges and corners of the body, cut off the dreams of youth, and washed away the bloody nature. Submerged the original heart in the alleys of fireworks, leaving only a mellow and prudent attitude towards life, and a gentle and flawless disguise.

There was a bookish aroma of ancient splashing ink on the young man's movements, giving people a sense of stability and reliability. As he moved, a wave appeared on the water. The light and shadow in the lake were divided into two halves, one half was thick black,

The other half is a blur of light and shadow similar to a picture of a character.

Those pictures are so fragmented, yet so beautiful, like endless mirror images, like an Impressionist painting. This is another interpretation of beauty.

"It could be more efficient, but it's really irrational." The young man glanced at the broken pictures one by one, seemingly from the beginning.

Some useful information was obtained.

"Is it interesting to use human nature to impose your own ideas on others? The purpose of limiting yourself and setting rules is to challenge difficulties. In this way, the challenge itself is interesting." The voice was still cold and solemn, like the first snow on a winter night. "There is no need to let it go.

A game loses its meaning."

"Interesting." The young scholar raised his chin slightly and pointed intentionally. "Restricting oneself to actively overcome unnecessary difficulties is indeed an act of gaining happiness. If you think about it seriously, this seems to be one of the means to control others.

."

Genius Training Camp: Controlling the difficulty of the challenge gradually accumulates a sense of accomplishment through positive feedback, and then guides you to complete consecutive small goals without any interruption. As the goals gradually increase, the pleasure gradually increases.

Continuing this process, what was originally thought to be the ultimate goal is just a stepping stone to a new goal. People will not be angry but will be happy. Because they do not need to think, they just repeat the appropriate challenge, and at the same time give others the opportunity to take over their time.

"It's a good thing to get happiness from concentration, but if the motivation is to avoid reality...hey, how difficult is it to admit that you are avoiding problems? Avoiding itself is not a fault, it is just helpless."

"You're old." The voice was like snow at night, steady and cold.

"Maybe." The young man was not angry at all, he was very good-tempered, gentle and noble. "After all, my life span is coming to an end. But you still have more time? Escape is just an escape after all, not the center of life. Don't

Forget your obsession, the last royal family in the beast world."

"Ha. Calculate it three times, and you will have no regrets. I don't need your evaluation, but you should be careful and waste all your efforts." The voice was alienated and indifferent to the bone.

"The time has come." The young man's expression was noncommittal, and he glanced at the chaotic light and shadow with a half-smile. "Is it because you feel bad that you missed the best opportunity? That's right. No wonder you like her.

Dare to pick off the light with bare hands, even though you are scarred, even though you are stuck in the mud, you still keep a part of the spiritual altar clean, still have a kind heart, and still smile brightly, so that you who are covered in dust and riddled with holes can see that you have been forgotten by you.

, the snowflakes engraved in your bone marrow have long since withered.”

"Do you think I will be busy worshiping the road map, but neglect to work hard to move forward towards the destination? If I were you, I would not do such a boring thing." The voice was calm and self-possessed, without a trace of emotion, even revealing

The ruthless Leng Ran.

"Destination? Hey... no comment. Just a well-intentioned suggestion. A glass of clear water will become filthy due to a drop of sewage, but a glass of sewage will not become clear due to the presence of a drop of clear water. It is too late to regret." The young man said in a very serious tone.

He continued elegantly. "You actually gave me your suggestion. When I have free time, I will do something that is not boring. For example

The troops you put at the border."

"You can try it if you have the ability."

"Of course, I haven't been very busy recently. But you, have you recovered from the poison? If you die, won't life be even more boring?" The young man turned over the jade ring on his hand, and his tone was quite elegant and innocent.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I accidentally instigated the rebellion of your powerful officials. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, it's okay." The voice over there is still cold, but it makes people feel inexplicably depressed and dangerous. "A well-intentioned reminder, the maintenance expenses of Jinyu Palace will be cheaper in the Northern Immortal Realm."

"I don't need you to worry about it. As a friend, I have to remind you to pay attention to your methods. Some people are rich in flowers and glory once they succeed, while some people are notorious and spurned by others even though they are famous." The young man is still gentle and elegant.

The look on his face and his voice were very light. "What's more, no matter what you do, you should let yourself live until that time, right?"

This time, the cold voice did not reply. Instead, there was a wave of water under the boy's feet. With the words "take care of yourself", the water surface rose vertically, forming a huge water curtain and hitting him head-on, forcing him to dodge and return to the shore.

Seeing the light and shadow in the water blending into the darkness on the other half of the lake, the young man always looked that gentle and elegant. "Let's go now. My temper is as bad as ever."

The light and shadow are intertwined horizontally and diagonally, and the spread of darkness gives the light and shadow a scene that ends in an ebbing tide, giving people a complicated and uneasy feeling, hesitant and nervous.

Thick and pure darkness haloed with dazzling light and shadow, forming a dark shadow, like the dark sky when a storm is about to come, dim and depressing, like an ominous sign. What a wrong combination.

The young man raised his eyebrows and took one last look at the intersection of light and shadow that was slowly being eroded by darkness.

There is no one left to chat with him these days, and all that remains of his former companions are a few wisps of black mist in the pool.

Those who tried their best to test the law are buried here.

What an irony! When you become successful, the only people who know you are your old enemies.

"The only lesson people learn is probably that they never learn it." The young man sighed, his harmless and gentle temperament giving people the feeling of an elegant and upright scholar.

"The transformation of heaven and earth lies in high and deep, and the way of saints lies in concealment and concealment. It is not just loyalty, trust, benevolence, righteousness, and righteousness." - "Guiguzi"
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