Fantasy: The Lolita I picked up turned out to be Dao

"This is me, what are you doing?" In the white space, Yan Qingxuan finally woke up, but she was still very confused at the moment, as if she had lost her memory, and she didn't know where she was or what she was doing.

Suddenly, countless memories flooded into Yan Qingxuan's mind, and a large amount of information flooded in, causing Yan Qingxuan to hug her head in pain and scream.

Countless memories, countless lives poured in in an instant, Yan Qingxuan was in pain, and couldn't count the details of those memories one by one. As a result, the only thing that could be heard clearly was only two words: death.

Death, yes, the result of every life is death, even if you become a strong person in the fairy world, you can't escape the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

Death is all death.No matter who it is, it is inevitable to die in the end.Even the sun, moon and stars, even this world, cannot escape the final annihilation.In this world, a person is like dust, born, wandering, suffering, and finally ushering in death...

This kind of life, this kind of life, this kind of me... The light in Yan Qingxuan's eyes is disappearing.

"I sit in front of the mausoleum and count how many people will eventually become immortals."

In a trance, Luo Qin's voice sounded, Yan Qingxuan resisted the headache, raised her head, and saw a scene in front of her eyes: a young man was born between heaven and earth, he was gifted and intelligent, as if he had been favored by heaven and earth; He was ill-fated and wandering, as if heaven and earth were jealous of his talent again.

The boy wandered between heaven and earth, passing through one city after another.He wrote psalms that were loved by some and despised by others.He is happy, sad; he enjoys solitude, or has many friends; he is in love, he is broken in love; he is drunk, he is awake.Finally, in the heavy snow, he finished his short life.

The young man died, but he didn't seem to be dead. He was still wandering in the world, looking at the vicissitudes of life, watching the changing face of the world.

"Billions of years are just a moment, and the world is old and new."

The phantom of the young man floated between the sky and the earth, and by chance, Yan Qingxuan suddenly saw the young man's face.

"This is, Mr. Luo? Is this the life that Mr. Luo has experienced?" Yan Qingxuan said heartily.

The phantom in front of her eyes gradually disappeared, and Yan Qingxuan also felt that her head did not hurt so much.

After the headache subsided, more memory details came to mind.

Those fragments of life appear in front of Yan Qingxuan's eyes like a magic lantern at this moment, scene by scene, segment by segment, and every flash of a picture can bring back memories for Yan Qingxuan.

Sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, just like that, I don't know how much time has passed.In the beginning, Yan Qingxuan was just watching and remembering, but after that, she began to feel and think.

It turns out that in every life, there will be joy -- no matter how miserable that life is, no matter how small the joy is; at the same time, there will be sadness in every life -- no matter how happy that life is.

"It turns out that no matter whether you are a cultivator or not, regardless of your level of cultivation, life is basically the same, just living and dying." Yan Qingxuan murmured, "Life is a cycle of joys and sorrows; The choice between; the alternation between gathering and dispersing..."

Life……

Suddenly, two dazzling lights shot out from Yan Qingxuan's eyes, and then her whole body began to emit golden light.All those dreams, all the experiences of life, began to merge, fade, and finally turned into a light spot, sinking into Yan Qingxuan's body.

At this moment, Yan Qingxuan's cultivation base began to skyrocket, from Jindan, to Nascent Soul, to Huashen, and to the peak of Huashen, before stopping.

At the moment, Yan Qingxuan seems to have forgotten those dreams, those lives, and at the same time seems to remember them.The reincarnation of countless lives turned into a word "love", and at the same time it turned into a way that belonged to Yan Qingxuan and integrated into her life.

"It turns out that in the swordsmanship taught by Mr. Luo, every sword is just a choice, every choice in life." At this moment, a sharp sword appeared in Yan Qingxuan's hand. She stood holding the sword, and then began to dance the sword .

The swordsmanship, which was not a move at all, now appears to be smooth and free, and every move, every time it is used, becomes different with the change of Yan Qingxuan's mood.

Either sadness, or joy; or reluctance, or determination... Yan Qingxuan freely controlled her various emotions, and the blade of the sword became complex, changeable, and extraordinary.

In reality, the white light surrounding Yan Qingxuan gradually dissipated, and within the white light, Yan Qingxuan also gradually opened her eyes.

She looked around and found that her ten younger brothers and sisters were protecting her Dharma under the leadership of Song Xuanzi.

From the point of view of time, it should not be long, and the sky has just turned dark at this moment.But Yan Qingxuan felt that she hadn't seen these people for thousands of years.

"Elder Song, brothers and sisters, thank you for protecting me. I'm back." Seeing that everyone hadn't noticed that she woke up, Yan Qingxuan said softly.

"Qingxuan, you're finally awake." Song Xuanzi was the first to realize that he came to Yan Qingxuan happily, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, thank you Elder Song for your concern." Yan Qingxuan saluted.

"Qingxuan, what's your cultivation level?" At this time, Song Xuanzi realized that he couldn't feel Yan Qingxuan's cultivation level at all, and he couldn't even feel Yan Qingxuan's breath, even if he just stood in front of Yan Qingxuan, They all felt that Yan Qingxuan was almost blending with nature, "Are you enlightened?"

"Yes, Elder Song." Yan Qingxuan replied calmly.

"Good! Good! Good!" Song Xuanzi seemed a little excited, and even said three good words, but immediately controlled his emotions again, "Since you are fine, there is no need to delay, we will rush to the ruins and the suzerain and others immediately. Let's meet up."

In the ruins, ten people including Qiao Mo were teleported away, and more than 50 Jiuxiazong disciples remained in this strange black space.

"Brother, why don't you give me a sword and kill me as a sacrifice, so that ten more people can pass through." A disciple with a lower cultivation level said, "It's better than everyone being trapped here to death." .”

"Don't mess up your position!" The senior brother immediately refused, "Trust the elders, they will definitely find a way to crack it. And even though the suzerain has teleported away, he will definitely find a way to rescue us outside."

"That's right. Although my disciples of the Jiuxia Sect are not afraid of death, they will never die without knowing it." An elder said, "This kind of trick that forces us to kill each other will not shake our Jiuxia Sect. of."

At this moment, there was a shock in the space, and suddenly, the originally pitch-black space began to crack, and cracks glowing red appeared from all directions, and in an instant, the space was torn into pieces one by one.

Shards fell like shattered crystals, and the scene outside was revealed.The disciples saw Song Xuanzi and Yan Qingxuan standing a dozen meters away from them, and Yan Qingxuan was holding a painting in his hand.