Chapter 814 A Touch of Sadness

The sunrise in the east seems to come from the ground. The sky has entered the sea again, and the house of the six dragons is safe.

Going against the way and going against the sky, there are many false accusations.

Luo Peng's voice was full of fighting spirit, and he was like a fighter, as if he was about to soar into the sky: "My generation of monks, practicing Qi and body, practicing and climbing, are all actions against the sky, changing fate against the sky, sailing against the current, going against the current On the other hand, if you follow the path, you may be able to cultivate for a while, but in the end it will be difficult to become a great weapon..."

Cultivators have different experiences and have different paths to practice.

The monks of the righteous way usually say: "If you follow the way, you will be immortal, and if you go against it, you will be a devil." If you practice along the way, understand the way, and follow the way, you can eventually become a fairy.

But Luo Peng's understanding was a little different.

Luo Peng believes that if one follows the path of cultivation, one can only be a mortal. If one wants to cultivate into a fairy, one must change one's fate against the sky and act against the sky.

Gui Gochen frowned slightly.

Luo Peng's cultivation path deviates a bit from the normal track, no wonder his murderous nature is so heavy, even the fate of the emperor fell into his hands.

But Sun Hao, after listening to Luo Peng's words, seemed to realize something.

Sun Hao has walked all the way, and the nine major cultivations have moved forward step by step.

In the process of moving forward, there are many "breaking the extreme" phenomena, such as the birth of the real dragon's power breaking the extreme, or the breaking of the soul power, and the breaking of the nine levels of qi refining.

All of these, according to Luo Peng, can actually be classified as "rebels".

Of course, maybe Luo Peng's understanding is not comprehensive, or Sun Hao's understanding of Adversity is slightly different.

The so-called limit, Sun Hao's understanding should be the checkpoints of the way of heaven, the test of the way of heaven, monks practicing against the sky, and breaking through the checkpoints are actually within the scope of the way of heaven, the so-called "reverse way" is actually a kind of way.

Just like the personalities of monks are different. All kinds of Dao also have the characteristics of Dao. Perhaps, the Reverse Dao is also a kind of Dao with a very unique character.

The word "Ni" seems simple, but the spirit of fighting against the sky and the earth and the fighting spirit of going upstream cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

Luo Peng's own understanding of immortality is also relatively weak among the five real people. So, it didn't take long for him to fully explain his point.

At the end of the speech, Luo Peng stood up: "My way of immortality is to overcome thorns and thorns. If the sky blocks me, I will break the sky. If the fairy blocks me, I will destroy that fairy..."

As soon as the words fell, thunder rolled from the sky, like the sound of thunder, resounding through the sky for a long time without rest.

Luo Peng stood with his head held high. Looking at the sky, the fighting spirit is high.

Master Quchen said at the right time: "Okay, okay, Xiaopeng. Your immortal way is against the way, you can do it now, you can go down."

Luo Peng lost his momentum, turned around and bowed slightly to Master Quchen: "Xiao Peng understands, thank you Master for your concern."

After speaking, he jumped down and joined the five people.

on the sky. Calm was slowly restored.

The monks all looked at Sun Hao who was sitting cross-legged in the air.

At this time, Sun Hao was concentrating with his eyes closed, comparing Luo Peng's theory of immortality. Feel carefully.

Among the five golden elixirs, only Chen Xiang has not yet been considered a celestial being.

Four people in front. There are different emphases and perspectives, but generally speaking, everyone is quite taught, but they don't know how insightful Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang are.

As for the golden elixir, the core comprehension should be reserved, but even so, it will be of great benefit to the cultivation of monks, even Yuanying Zhenjun.

I just don't know if Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang who appeared last will have some different understandings.

After half an hour.

Sun Hao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as stars, he stood up long, with his hands behind his back, he took a stride, and he was already in front of the table.

Arching his chest slightly with his hands, yawning his upper body slightly, with a smile on his face, he bowed all around, and said loudly: "Qingyunmen, Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang have met all fellow Taoists."

Returning to a field, ten thousand monks Qiqi Gaonuo: "I have seen the real Chen Xiang."

With a slight smile, Sun Hao slowly crossed his legs and sat on the futon.

Reaching out to take the teacup, he poured a cup of fragrant tea slowly, took a sip with both hands holding the teacup.

Putting down the teacup, Sun Hao closed his eyes, as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

In the Dao field, tens of thousands of monks were all focused and silent, looking at Sun Hao quietly.

After a few breaths, Sun Hao opened his eyes, and his clear and flat voice began to echo over Gui Daochang: "People are called immortals by the side of the mountain."

The monk below was a little disappointed.

Chen Xiang's opening chapter is very similar to Li Min's, and Li Min's opening chapter is also like this.

Fortunately, next, Sun Hao and Li Min's understanding began to diverge, and their temperament and charm were completely different.

Li Min's arrogance soared to the sky when he talked about immortality.

At this time, Sun Hao seemed very ordinary and ordinary.

Sun Hao began to narrate from his own life, as if telling a story, let everyone listen to it slowly: "Sun Hao left home when he was young, and went to the mountains to practice. He is a man on the side of the mountain, climbing the road of seeking immortality."

While speaking slowly, Sun Hao also recalled the scenes since his practice.

Talking and talking, in my mind, I kept replaying the road I had traveled.

When he first entered Xianmen, Sun Hao was originally an ignorant boy.

For the sake of the safety of my hometown, I set foot on the fairy road, met the young and old, started to practice, and became successful in practice, and formed a Mudan.

That year, Sun Hao killed the first creature in the Fire Frog Swamp for the sake of resources; that year, he killed Qu Youshen, his confidant, for the first time with the blood of a monk on his hands.

At that time, my heart was relieved, but now it seems that there is a touch of melancholy.

That year, Yukunlong was killed.

Now, the sword book obtained from Yukunlong is still the focus of Sun Hao's training.

But looking back at that time, thinking of Yu Kunlong's untimely death, thinking of Yu Lei in Jinghua City, Sun Hao felt a little sad in his heart.

In that year, he killed Bai Zhengzheng, a small person who sacrificed his life for the savior and was good at sycophancy. For some reason, Sun Hao still remembers it fresh.

That year, the heroic Lei Zhong was killed.

In that year, he achieved great success, became famous in Jinghua, and became the King of Mountain Hunting;

In that year, the secret realm became king, and Qi refining broke through;

That year, he became a teacher of Zi Yan and was promoted to True Inheritance.

Along the way, there are joys and laughter, but Sun Hao feels that he has gradually lost himself and lost his goals. He cultivates for the sake of cultivation and seeks the Tao for the sake of seeking the Tao.

In order to seek the Tao, he has gone through hardships and quests, and condensed the peerless heavenly and earthly evil spirits.

In order to seek the Tao, he broke into the abyss of earth and fire; broke into the ghost city and ghost hill; climbed to the top of Wanren Mountain.

In order to seek the way, he killed countless ghosts; ruined the way of seeking the way of thousands of demon elites, and his hands were stained with blood.

Xiao Shichuan, Shi Yong, Tian Hongjian, and Yang Zhangliang and Bai Zhenghuang, who made Sun Hao sigh for them, passed by with a smile one by one.

In order to seek the way, he used the foundation building to kill the golden core of the magic way.

When Tiangangdisha reached its peak, it finally encountered a life-and-death crisis.

At that time, Master Ziyan risked his life to save him.

At that time, Pingfan Xiaohuo persisted in his efforts.

At that time, Wang Qiong, a younger sister with a different surname, took good care of her.

It is still vivid today.

Wangcun, the ordinary Wangcun, is now buried in the depths of memory.

But how many nights, when I wake up in my dream, I seem to see friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

The handsome and enthusiastic Zhu Ling, Wang Yuan, who is a man of two brothers, and the honest Zhang Wenmin, all of them have not had time to say goodbye, and it has been a long time since they left.

Next to the non-drunk stone, in front of the wall of enlightenment.

I lost my goal, feared my heart, and I was once confused.

However, now, after being confused, in my heart with mixed feelings and warm memories, there are many sighs and a touch of sadness born for it.

A touch of sadness.

Yes, a touch of sadness.

Sun Hao, who was sitting cross-legged, began to speak slowly, with a faint sadness appearing on his body unconsciously.

Grieve about the past, grieve for those seekers who are buried in your own hands, grieve for those people and things that cannot be forgotten.

Done, passed.

Don't regret it, time will flow back, if you do it again.

Sun Hao will still handle and do the same.

No regrets, but there is a touch of sadness in my heart.

It's not the intense sadness of compassion, but a hint of helplessness and a touch of sadness.

Slowly, as if telling a story, Sun Hao said softly: "Cultivators, climbing all the way, climbing high and looking far away, the heights are extremely cold, looking back a hundred years, the past is at a loss, the excitement, the past; the joy, the past The sad ones have passed away; the rich ones have passed away; the poor ones have also passed away...Under the sculpting of time, on the long fairy road, looking back, there is only a lot of sadness left, a touch of sadness that permeates naturally .”

In Sun Hao's leisurely voice, all the monks recalled the memories of the road of immortality and Taoism.

Scenes of the past, repeated in the mind.

In Sun Hao's voice, the sadness was even worse: "That year, I returned to Qingyun, and my master was seriously injured; that year, I returned to Qingmu, and my enlightened teacher died; that year, I returned to my hometown, but I saw my parents, only the tomb... ..."

Returning to the sky above the field, there seemed to be bursts of sad breath soaking in the bone marrow, and the eyes of many young girls were already filled with tears.

After a hundred years of practice, there is only one person left.

Relatives are gone, friends are gone, enemies are gone.

Look around, alone.

Even if you are successful in cultivation, even if you can fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

But in that heart, how could there be no sadness.

Immortals are glamorous, and immortals are noble, but immortals are also human beings, and they are not omnipotent. There are many things that even a cultivator can't do anything about, just watching a person leave.

There are many sorrows left in my heart.

Sun Hao's voice was always calm and slow, as if he was telling his own story.

Finally, Sun Hao said leisurely: "Xian, there is a taste, that is a touch of sadness."

Fairy taste, a touch of sadness.

Sun Hao's voice echoed in Guidao Field for a long time.

Even going to Venerable Dust seems to be deep in thought.

The entire Gui Dao field was shrouded in a faintly sad atmosphere, most of the monks were still recalling the path they had traveled, recalling those things that were about to be forgotten, those who had been buried in the depths of their memories.

A touch of sadness inevitably flooded my heart. (to be continued ~^~)