Chapter five hundred and forty-ninth it is difficult to travel, difficult to criticize, how many slo
As the minds of thousands of people in this thousand-mile realm are entering a state of concentration, Fang Tian's narration is also unknowingly slowing from fast to slow. In fact, it was not fast at the beginning, but now, the speed is getting slower and slower. Often, after one sentence, it takes a while to wait for the next sentence.
But no one felt slow.
At this time, it is better to say that they are feeling it with their whole body and mind rather than listening to Fang Tian’s story.
Every word that Fang Tian said seemed to carry an inexplicable force, and this force carried an invisible fluctuation, shaking their minds and hitting their bodies and minds bit by bit.
In fact, at this point, what the story is no longer important.
Fang Tian didn't even know how many people were listening to his story at this Thousand Mile Domain.
But in fact, they heard his voice.
But, it seems to be listening but not listening, it seems to be listening but not hearing. Afterwards, each of them must have known what the story he told was, but now, it seems that everyone has no conscious activities.
Just feel it.
Feeling with something similar to "instinct".
It was not just the listener, but the narrator Fang Tian himself. Fang Tian felt that if this story had not been brewed in his mind many times, it would be a question whether he could still tell it smoothly.
The body and mind are extremely calm, the consciousness and feelings are extremely clear, but the thinking activities are extremely lazy and slow. Fang Tian doesn't know what kind of state this is. He has never experienced it before. I believe that most of the countless practitioners in this thousand-mile realm have never experienced it.
Fang Tian doesn't know whether this "most" can be pushed to "all" indefinitely, and of course it is impossible for him to know.
In a trance, Fang Tian felt that he was in a starry night sky, around, far and near, there were countless stars of all sizes flashing, and he himself was also one of those stars.
Quiet, vast, and deep.
In the depths, there are only countless stars flashing. Apart from that, there is nothing else.
What do they feel about the countless cultivators in this Thousand Mile Domain? Are they the same as me?
During the story, Fang Tian slowly thought about it, but soon after, this "floating thoughts" was completely dissolved by the endless depth, and Fang Tian's mind gradually entered the deep and dark realm.
Then, in a nearly unconscious state, the story is working slowly on its own, just like the program set before:
"When he heard the greeting, Long Aotian turned around, but saw a big tree with lush leaves not far away, and under the big tree, several middle-aged people were sitting there, talking with a relaxed and happy expression. For a moment, Long Aotian didn't know which one of them was greeting him just now."
"Long Aotian walked over."
"'Young man, are you going to cross the bridge?' One of the middle-aged men said to Long Aotian with a smile."
"'Aren't you talking nonsense? You came here, not to cross the bridge, or why?' Another middle-aged man said without waiting for Long Aotian to answer. After saying this, he turned to Long Aotian again and said, 'Young man, this bridge is not easy to live. It's just that there has been no newcomer here for a long time. Why don't you rest here for a while before leaving?'"
"'Do you also want to cross the bridge? Why don't you hurry up?' Long Aotian asked."
"'Who knows what's going on over the bridge? Maybe it's worse than what we used to be here. I'm tired when I just walked here, so I stopped to rest. Young man, life is short, and he has to rest when it's time. If he doesn't rest, how can he get on the road better?' Another middle-aged man said calmly and wisely."
When the story goes here, the life light of countless cultivators in this thousand-mile realm becomes softer and more or less dim.
But the story continues:
"'Then how long have you been resting here?' Long Aotian asked curiously."
"'I've been resting for three years,' said a middle-aged man."
“‘I’ve been resting for five years.’”
"'You guys have been resting for a long time as I have, haha, I have been resting for almost ten years.'"
"'Ten years, what's the point of ten years? I've seen one before, and it's been resting for hundreds of years.' said one of the oldest middle-aged men."
"Three years, five years, ten years, and hundreds of years. The more Long Aotian heard it, the more he felt something was wrong and the more terrifying he felt, he asked again: 'Where is the senior who has been resting for hundreds of years now?"
"'When a person is old, he will die. Look, he was buried by me with my own hands, just buried under this big tree. I sat under the big tree before I died, and I will still be here after I die.' The middle-aged man just now said."
“‘Yes, it’s great.’”
"'very nice.'"
“‘I will do this in the future.’”
"Several middle-aged people said this one after another. Long Aotian felt more and more terrifying in his heart, so he said again: 'Do you still remember where this is? This is a bridge. It's either here or there, and who is resting on the bridge?'"
"'Oh, another fool!' Hearing Long Aotian's words, one of the middle-aged men shook his head and said."
"'Yes, I'm such a fool, I'm still too young and ignorant! I'm exhausted, what's the point?" The others all agreed one after another."
"Long Aotian never spoke again, turned around and started rushing again."
"The few people who were left behind him were saying something, but he no longer cared about it and stopped listening. He just said to himself in his heart: 'If I don't rush, how could I come here? Maybe what they were right is that there may not be a good place on the other end of the bridge.'"
“'But I will never learn from them!'”
"'No matter whether the bridge is good or bad, I was going to cross the bridge. They must be so, but they betrayed themselves."
"'Even if there is nothing in the end, I can't get anything, and I still have to cross the bridge! I, Long Aotian, have the sky above my head and the earth below my feet. I was born to stand tall, but I was definitely not to betray myself!"
At this moment, countless life lights suddenly shined in this thousand-mile realm, and in the brilliance of the mountains and fields, dozens of life lights burst out first or later in a short time.
It's like a volcano breaking through the lava blockade.
It is like a seed breaking through the constraints of the soil.
Fang Tian felt the movement.
Everything in the Thousand Miles Realm is in Fang Tian’s sense, but he doesn’t care. Perhaps under normal circumstances, he will care. But at this time, his whole body and mind are in a special state, and it is definitely not the “general situation”.
So the story continues calmly:
"Long Aotian thought so and then his mind was unprecedentedly calm and clear. Next, he kept rushing on the road silently. At some point, another ray of sunshine shone across his face and through the corners of his eyes."
"Long Aotian came to his senses again, turned to look, but saw the west sky bright red and the sunset was like gold."
"It turns out that it's already dusk."
"At this moment, some chaotic sounds came into my ears and came from the front. Long Aotian looked up and then he was stunned. In front of the road, there was a large town with people coming and going."
"After a little surprised, Long Aotian continued to move forward. After a short while, he entered the town."
"As soon as I entered the town, Long Aotian was stunned again. I saw that many people were crowded on one side of Zhentou Avenue, forming a circle, only to reveal the space on this small side leaning against the road. From the space, Long Aotian saw that inside the crowd was surrounded by people, someone was performing some juggling."
"That's not an ordinary juggling."
"A man in a robe turned his hands in front of him, and just as his hands were turning, four-colored apertures of green, red and yellow kept popping out of his fingertips, and then circling around his body."
"Hundreds and thousands of apertures are either scattered or connected to each other, intertwined and surrounded by one's body, rotating around a person's body, with speeds as fast and slow, as fast as lightning, and as slow as butterflies dancing lightly, but fast and slow exist at the same time. Different speeds and slows are combined together, which is really magical and wonderful."
"Long Aotian just glanced at it and was stunned. He thought to himself, could this juggling man be a great magician? I wonder if there is any of my uncle who is powerful?"
"Long Aotian wanted to stop and take a look, but he thought it was important to go on a rush, so he felt a little reluctant, and then continued along the avenue in the center of the town."
"While walking, Long Aotian thought, "When I become a great magician in the future, it is not impossible to do such a juggling game. Why bother watching other people's jokes while rushing to the road? No matter how you look at it, you can't get any skills, why bother and why bother!"
At this point, dozens of them broke out again among the countless bright lights.
Fang Tian's mind was still moving, and the story continued unchangedly:
"After just walking a few more steps, Long Aotian felt that all the chaotic sounds just now disappeared. There was only one sound left between heaven and earth. Long Aotian had never heard of the sound before, but it was really melodious and unspeakable."
"After listening for a while, Long Aotian felt that his mind was carried by this sound, either as if he was swimming in the sky, or as if he was rushing in the sea, with indescribable leisure or pleasure."
"After a while, after coming back to his senses, Long Aotian found that many people were standing on the road blankly, with an obsessive look on their faces."
"This sound is really nice. Do I want to stop and listen?"
"Long Aotian thought to himself, but immediately shook his head and thought: 'It's better to hurry up! At most, after crossing the bridge, I will ask the teacher what's going on in the future if I have the chance."
"So, Long Aotian continued to rush forward." (To be continued, please search Piaotian's Wisdom, the novel is better, updated and faster!