The first thousand three hundred and eighteenth chapter is not as good as the sky!
Qin Yu, who was deeply aware of the surrounding earth, actually felt the soul of heaven and earth.
However, the location of the soul of heaven and earth is around the sacred tree of enlightenment, which makes Qin Yu a little puzzled.
Fortunately, for Qin Yu, comprehending the soul of heaven and earth was already pure and pure, and he soon sank into the soul of heaven and earth surrounding the sacred tree of enlightenment.
I do not know how long it has been.
In a daze, an endless feeling of vicissitudes of time and loneliness emerged from Qin Yu's heart.
This feeling is very wonderful. It makes Qin Yu seem to be transformed into a stone that has the same life span as the sky. It has experienced the brilliance of wind and rain and witnessed the changes of the years and the vicissitudes of life.
And after the vicissitudes of life, there is endless loneliness
When Qin Yu was immersed in this loneliness and couldn't extricate himself, an inexplicable joy suddenly surged out of his heart.
In a trance.
A picture emerged in Qin Yu's mind.
Qin Yu saw a tree. It was not big, but it was full of Zen. The trunk of the tree was tilted in one direction from the roots, and finally, it was almost horizontal in the air.
Although the tree is not big, its branches and leaves are extremely lush. Upon closer inspection, Qin Yu was surprised to find that each leaf is the size of a palm. The leaves are as green as jade, but the veins on the leaves are white.
These white veins are densely packed and exude a faint brilliance, making every leaf extremely extraordinary.
On one side of the tree is a surging river. The water is fast and the waves are constantly hitting the shore. From time to time, the river water splashes on the leaves.
I don’t know how many years have passed.
In a daze, Qin Yu saw a figure suddenly appearing under the tree. For some reason, Qin Yu could not see the appearance of this person clearly. Judging from his figure, he should be a young man.
The picture changes.
What impressed Qin Yu's mind was the face of a young man. He was young and high-spirited, and could not be said to be handsome, but his features were clear and his eyes were clear, with a sense of peace.
Afterwards, the scene continued to change. An ancient tree sat on the river bank. Under the tree, there was a young man sitting cross-legged, holding an ancient book and playing aloud.
The years are constantly changing, spring is passing and autumn is coming, and the picture is changing rapidly.
Vaguely, Qin Yu saw a middle-aged man standing under the tree with a frown, looking at the rushing river. Judging from his appearance, his brows were exactly the same as that of the peaceful young man.
At this time, Qin Yu had a sense of curiosity and doubt in his heart, as if he wanted to know why the middle-aged man frowned.
The picture changes again.
The person who appeared in Qin Yu's mind this time was a simple old man. From his eyebrows, he could vaguely see that he was the peaceful young man.
The old man sat cross-legged under the tree, quietly comprehending.
Although he didn't know what the old man's cultivation was, Qin Yu was keenly aware that when the old man sat cross-legged, the rushing river actually stopped.
Pictures appeared one after another in the space above the old man. It seemed that there were thousands of heavens and earth around the old man, and these pictures were the reflections of those heavens and earth.
The old man's eyes seemed to be blooming with a faint light, watching these pictures, his mouth kept moving, as if he was calculating something.
What kind of Tao is this? What magical power?
Qin Yu was confused.
When the scene changed again, the old man had been away for unknown lengths of time, and that feeling of loneliness came to mind again.
And I don’t know how long it took.
A figure appeared under the tree. Compared with the spirit of the past, the old man was now very old. He was wearing a crescent moon robe, inlaid with purple silk thread, and he had a sense of nobility inside and out.
The old man stood under the tree, caressing the ancient tree, and murmured to himself. From the shape of his mouth, Qin Yu concluded: "The world will change. This trip is to say goodbye. The fate between you and me is over, and I will try my best to protect you."
Zhou Quan lets you wait patiently for the next destined person!"
Strong grief and a sense of reluctance welled up in his heart, and there was a strong sense of expectation in it. Qin Yu felt it carefully and realized that this expectation actually wanted the old man to bow his head.
But the old man didn't notice it. He stood under the tree for a long time
Finally, the old man seemed to have thought of something and sat down again. Countless pictures appeared in the space again. There were people, animals, mountains, and rivers in the pictures. It seemed that each picture represented a world.
The old man's eyes were shining, and his eyes were moving among these pictures.
"puff!"
The old man checking the picture suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and this blood
Qin Yu only felt that his eyes were bright red
When the bright red color was wiped away, the old man lowered his head and was staring at himself in surprise.
At this moment, Qin Yu felt joy and excitement in his heart.
Then, the old man's expression changed drastically, and finally a look of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and he uttered four words: "It's not as good as God's will!" After saying these four words, the old man patted Qin Yu "himself".
Then, the old man got up and left.
Spring passed and autumn came, and Qin Yu never saw the old man again.
Until one day, a white thunder suddenly came from the sky and hit the Zen-like ancient tree. It was not huge, but the leaves of this extraordinary ancient book turned into powder, and the branches and trunks collapsed.
This ancient tree that had endured endless years survived the knife of time, but disappeared under the thunder and turned into a dead tree.
Qin Yu, who was immersed in the soul of heaven and earth, felt a strong death crisis rushing into his heart.
Qin Yu opened his eyes.
There was calmness in his eyes. He stared at the old dead tree roots, and then looked at the fault not far away. He already understood that the dead old tree roots were the tree he saw, the ancient tree that died under the white thunder.
On the other side of the tree fault, there used to be the fast-flowing river.
Qin Yu, who had a clear understanding, stood up slowly, waved his right hand, and all the soil on the ground was lifted up
When a huge pit emerged, Qin Yu slowly fell into the pit, leaned down, and gently dug the soil with his hands.
After a moment, an ordinary stone came into Qin Yu's sight.
Looking at this stone, Qin Yu felt complicated and sad.
It turned out to be a stone, a stone buried under the Holy Tree of Enlightenment
Under the light of the Holy Tree of Enlightenment, everything is dim, let alone an ordinary stone? This is the reason why the young man and the old man did not take a second look at it.
Qin Yu not only sighed, but also sighed. From the emotions in the stone soul, it can be concluded that it has been waiting for the youth to pay attention to it for countless years. However, the young man never noticed this lonely stone from beginning to end.
If it weren't for the accident before leaving, I'm afraid he wouldn't have known that there was a stone that had been paying attention to him and waiting for him, and that accident made him look at the stone.
This glance made Shitou feel that the countless years of waiting were worth it.
Qin Yu's heart was extremely complicated and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this time. He gently moved the stone out of the soil.
Qin Yu carefully cleaned the soil on the stone, and finally revealed the true appearance of the stone.
This is a long stone about half a foot long. The stone is ordinary and ordinary. When Qin Yu picked it up, it suddenly broke in the middle.
Qin Yu sighed slightly in his heart, holding the stone split in two in both hands, and observed carefully. On the stone on the left, Qin Yu actually saw a faint palm print, and on the broken stone on the right, there was a thunder-shaped mark.
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Looking at the broken stone that turned into two pieces, Qin Yu was a little confused.
This faint palm print is probably a gentle pat before the old man left, and the thunder-shaped mark on the broken stone should be left by the white thunder.
Looking at the broken stone, Qin Yu couldn't help but recall a scene in his mind. When the white thunder fell, the stone broke itself, thus retaining the palm print and the traces left by the old man.
Qin Yu stared at the stone that was broken into two parts, recalling the emotional changes immersed in the stone soul, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.
"What are you doing holding a stone?" At this time, the rough voice of the golden cow suddenly sounded. Qin Yu took back his thoughts, put the stone into the virtual ring, and said slowly: "Nothing, I just want to take a look under this sacred tree.
Is there something extraordinary about the stone? By the way, have you realized anything?"
