Full-level Celestial Master is forbidden to paddle [Unlimited]

On the high tower in front of you, there is a sacred and majestic plaque "Suppressing Demon Tower".While Yu Yi was talking with San Wei, the surrounding scene changed again.

The sunlight that filled the sky shattered into a thick darkness that couldn't be melted away, and the ancient and corrupt atmosphere invaded every inch of the ground with malicious intentions.When I looked far away, I could only see a little bit of insignificant light leaking from the worm-eaten places of dead leaves.

In the darkness, San Wei and Yu Yi saw a figure in a scarlet toga, who was in a state of embarrassment.That was Yu Yi in the past, and this place should be the inside of the tower where he was imprisoned.

In the darkness, Yu Yi, who was already in prison, waved the golden abacus in his hand, and smashed the wall in front of him without knowing the thickness.Immediately, golden Sanskrit characters appeared on the wall, neutralizing his attack.After several unsuccessful attempts, Yu Yi probably finally realized that it was difficult to break through violently, so he stopped.

He put his hands on the cold and damp wall, and looked up at the light at the top of the tower.His eyes were clear and clear, and he didn't complain. He seemed to easily accept the fact that he would repay his favor with revenge.He withdrew his gaze and began to grope around against the wall, trying to find another way out.

But he was doomed to be disappointed. This towering demon-suppressing tower didn't have any stairs for climbing. There was a huge difference between floors. Except for the bumps on the edges, there was no foothold.He stopped and leaned against the wall with a look of chagrin.

Apart from him, there is no other existence in the high tower. When he stopped moving, the surroundings became dead and silent like a place of exile where no one survived.Of course, here at least he is breathing alone now.And fortunately, when he gained the ability to see death, he also gained eternal life, and he didn't have to worry about starving to death in the tower.

Yu Yi leaned back where he was, and closed his eyes wearily.After a long time, he turned to face the wall again, and started a new round of groping.He stretched out his hands and used the palm prints to feel the unevenness of his hands, feel the cracks in the flatness, and walked around the edge of the entire bottom of the tower.

After that, he raised the golden abacus, and hit a part of the wall in front of him with the top edge.One stroke, one stroke, each stroke is full of determination, but the result of each stroke is only offset by the golden runes that continue to appear on the wall.Yu Yi didn't seem to realize that he was doing useless work, but kept hitting a point.When you are tired, you put down your hands and rest; when you are rested, continue smashing against this point again;

It was like this on the first day, and it was like this every day after that. Except for the emotional frown in sleep, Yu Yi kept repeating this boring behavior every moment of waking, as if mechanically waving his arms. In it, it has really become a machine that has abandoned external stimuli and is ignorant.

After a long time, Yu Yi finally smashed a few dents on the first wall in front of him that were harmless to the sturdiness of the tower.He broke off the nails that hadn't been trimmed for a long time, embedded his fingers deeply in the depression closest to him, and climbed up against the wall.When he climbed to a height that was difficult to penetrate, he stuck the crack tightly with one hand, and continued to smash the abacus against the wall with the other hand.This was an extremely clumsy and uncertain way to escape, but Yu Yi, who was weak at this time, had only this way left.

Time flies, and after an unknown amount of time, a hand covered with dry dust tremblingly grasped the only vent on the top of the tower.Then, the second hand.The knuckles of these two hands collapsed, and the blue veins swelled and exerted force downward. After a long time, a bony lower jaw touched the slightly weathered edge of the air vent.

Yu Yi's messy long black hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dirt, the wind from outside the vent blown away his tangled hair in the darkness, and the sunlight cast a golden color on his unkempt face. .

The prison tower inside the vent does not know the sun and the moon, and the world outside the vent has changed.

Under the pagoda, it is no longer the village surrounded by the sound of birds chirping and cicadas, but a wide stream reflecting the mountains.All the grievances and resentments are drowned by time.

Yu Yi looked at the stream in front of him, quiet and dazed.

He looks sad.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Yi finally broke through the shackles of the tower.He began to walk in the mountains and forests and the world, fleeing under the sentence of death, he had nowhere to come from, nowhere to go, when he saw injustice on the road, he drew his sword to help, he was devoted with all his heart, and his sleeves were empty.

A hundred years of travel, personnel metabolism.He put on the Taoist robe of Xianyun Yehe, put on a guitar on his back, and put on sunglasses. He has grown from a young man who has not experienced much in the world to a real celestial master.A hundred years of ups and downs, mountains and waves compete.He still has a little cinnabar between his brows, and his words are cynical. He laughs and retreats while he is crawling and rolling, but he still doesn't know how to let go.

In an ordinary pedestrian street when mountains and rivers are changing and high-rise buildings are rising one after another.

A lot of people surrounded a booth, and in the middle of the crowd, someone was playing and singing a cheerful song.Judging from the strange eyes of the crowd, it wasn't the stall owner's musical talent that moved them to come and go in a hurry.And in the center of their eyes, sat a young man.

The young man is wearing a white Taoist robe that is completely inconsistent with the scientific society, and on the bridge of his nose is a gold-rimmed round sunglasses that have long been eliminated by the times. He is crossing his legs, playing the acoustic guitar in his hand, and singing so that people can't recognize his name. song.

If it was just a singer who paid attention to blogging through strange clothes, it would not have attracted so many people to stop. The reason why everyone stopped to watch was because there was a billboard hanging on the plastic bracket in front of the young man. The billboard said Writing: Professional celestial master, paid fortune-telling, fortune-telling only if there is fate, and money according to fate.

At best, he looks like a celestial master at the wholesale level of the vegetable market.The so-called wholesale level of the vegetable market refers to the unqualified celestial masters whose professional appearance is not up to standard, their business level is not at home, and their service attitude is not correct.In short, he is still a charlatan.

The onlookers looked at this charlatan who looked like a sensationalist, or a young man who had escaped from a nearby mental hospital, and there was a lot of discussion.

"It's not good to do anything at a young age, but you come out to be such a wicked charlatan."

"Mom, what is he doing? Is he as invisible as the uncle who plays the erhu? Can he really tell fortunes?" "No, this is just a liar. Xiaobao, if you see this kind of person in the future, you will have to go around Let's go, got it?"

"Hey, he's so funny. When he came out to tell a fortune, there wasn't even a magic weapon on the table that could be used to deceive people. Even a charlatan must have a little sincerity to deceive people. Look, what he's wearing What are they all, is this the renaissance of the old age?"

The young man in the middle of the crowd didn't know if he didn't hear the comments from the surrounding area or something, but he was still playing his guitar with a smile on his face, as if he was really just singing.When the people around him gathered to a certain extent, his song seemed to have finally come to an end, his voice gradually softened, and after a while, as everyone expected, he stopped playing the guitar.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man pushed the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked with a smile, "Everyone, do you want to tell your fortune?"

His body was covered with causal red threads invisible to the naked eye.

……

After countless images of causal lines briefly appeared and then disappeared, Yu Yi and San Wei returned to the original red data flow.The two were silent for a while, and the only movement turned into a red light of data flow.

"Is that why you wear sunglasses all the time?" Sanwei was the first to break the silence, and manic depression appeared in his usually calm eyes.

"Maybe, you see, I don't really have a lot of responsibility." Yu Yi chuckled casually, "These causes and effects shown in the evil mirror are probably because of dying?"

"No." San Wei turned his head suddenly, and clasped Yu Yi's fingers one by one. It is rare to see pure sadness in the eyes that cannot see emotion, "It must have been hard for so many years."

Yu Yi didn't expect Sanwei's reaction to be so big, he blinked his eyes, and smiled even more: "It's all a thing of the past, I won't embarrass myself so much." He was still a little melancholy at first, seeing Sanwei In this way, he suddenly felt that those were nothing.

"Aren't you angry?" Sanwei frowned, "You treat them like this, but they treat you like that."

"What are you angry about?" Yu Yi raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to force Sanwei's frowning brows to be flattened, and said softly with his eyes bent, "It's human nature to be afraid of the unknown. Come to think of it, there's nothing to be angry about."

"But this is their normal situation, not yours." San Wei said in a deep voice.

"I know you're complaining about me." Yu Yi heard it, and said with a smile, "However, it's really not a big deal. Even if life prevaricates you with less wonderful things, as long as you don't define it with suffering, Ta Inside and outside the tower, people inside and outside, everything is the same everywhere, so I don't care. Suffering is for confrontation, and life and pain need tolerance after all. Prejudice can't reduce the weight of any life, can it? "

Sanwei didn't agree or deny, but just looked ahead: "Tolerance doesn't solve the problem."

"In a way, it's true." Yu Yi patted San Wei's shoulder with a smile, "But it really doesn't sound like something you would say."

Yu Yi withdrew his hand, took a step forward, turned his head to look at Sanwei, and said in a serious tone: "For me, I think tolerance gives people the courage to solve problems. Tolerance comes first. Only when there is compatibility, can we regard "what the universe adds to me" as floating objects, and if we keep everything, we will not be attached to it. Therefore, all adversity is a state of understanding, so what is there to be afraid of going forward?"

Sanwei looked at the person in front of him smiling carefreely, and suddenly felt that the person who was close to him suddenly became extremely far away, so far away that he couldn't touch it.

But he didn't want this person to be so far away from him.

On a rare occasion, San Wei suddenly stretched out his hand forward and ruffled Yu Yi's hair expressionlessly.

"What are you doing?" Yu Yi couldn't avoid it, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Why not." San Wei lowered his eyelashes, inexplicably lost, and said, "It really seems like something you can say. But in this world, there are really very few people who can really achieve your state of mind."

Yu Yi shook his head, with Sanwei's familiar, worldly aura of fireworks in his eyes: "That's right, I'm just trying to show my tongue. I'm an ordinary person who misses the market, how can I really not care about everything? Me, I am actually very vulgar, pursuing sensual entertainment, appetite, dreaming of getting rich overnight, random good mountains, rivers, and peach blossoms, all of which can keep me in."

"Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered an interesting thing."

"What?" San Wei asked cooperatively.

Yu Yi chuckled: "I did some calculations and found out that the two of us are destined to each other, the kind that holds another kind of red thread."