Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Grass leaves and wild flowers brush the sleeves, the sky is vast and blue, and there is no breeze.

The sound of the pipa like jade beads moving on a plate stopped.

Shen Zhexue walked along the slope and stopped a few steps away.

Bo Ziyi rested the pipa on her shoulder, still sitting with her knees bent.

In this illusion, he is no longer enough to transform into a complete body, and under the long purple robe is an ethereal light smoke.

His figure was thin, like a drop of ink mixed with too much clear water in a cup, and his whole person seemed insignificant, as if he was going to be dissipated in the next moment.

But even if there is only a trace of remnant soul, it is much more vivid than Jun Rujing wrapped in black robe.

Shen Zhexue sat cross-legged opposite him, just like the scene when the two drank strong wine.

The tender grass leaves carried the fragrance after the rain, Bo Ziyi looked up, but in his glazed eyes, Shen Zhexue couldn't see her own reflection.

A sustenance phantom array, maintained by ghost energy, and then triggered by some kind of opportunity, every plant and tree seems to be real.

But in fact its master has been dead for many years.

"Gu Chun, when you came here, it must have been many years later."

Bo Ziyi's remnant soul speaks fluently and looks natural, it doesn't look like a picture taken thousands of years ago.

He even had the mood to jokingly say: "You have already met your apprentice? I watched the sky last night, you old Hongluan may finally be enlightened."

Shen Zhexue was silent, and nodded slightly.

"I guess you are dizzy now, is it Nan Zhiyue's problem, or an accident of the ancient seal?"

Bo Ziyi talked about what might happen in a thousand years without any hindrance, and said: "Don't be surprised, I think you have already figured out that the reason why I was able to enter the emperor's son Jiangxi and become the suzerain's personal successor was not because of the spirit of supervision and punishment. root, but I can actually see the future."

He raised his hand to cover one of his eyes, and the other side of the glazed pupil was filled with beautiful spiritual light.

He said frankly: "However, it is not wrong to say that monitoring is not wrong. The Four Square Realm is a game between heaven and evil, and these eyes are where you look down."

Then he laughed, "Sounds great, but sometimes it's really annoying to 'see'."

Shen Zhexue lowered her eyes.

——It turns out that the king is like a bright mirror, reflecting the future of the four directions.

It's just that sometimes "knowing" is really too cruel.

"I have been able to see the future with both eyes since I was a child. Sometimes when I pass by and rub shoulders, I can already know that the other party will die of evil disasters three months later. But this is not under my control, and the things I see are also very random."

Bo Ziyi said: "That's why they said how I was in the Xiangjian Huanlou. I already knew that I would be sold there when I was six years old. How could it be miserable?"

Shen Zhexue couldn't seem to treat him as a phantom, so she couldn't help saying: "I think you will want to change."

"But I want to change." Bo Ziyi smiled, sighed again, and said: "The destiny is not static, but every time I want to use foretelling and prophecy to try to reverse the occurrence of certain things, due to the intertwining of cause and effect, In the end, the result is often worse, and it is better not to prevent it before."

Shen Zhexue understands this point, not saying that retribution is unpleasant, but that this itself is a kind of deviation.

If it is a good thing, I would not want to change it. It is precisely because I see the disadvantage that I want to reverse it. However, the original cause has been left behind, and the result will not show a good aspect no matter what.

If you want to prevent it from happening at this time, it will inevitably involve other causes and effects that should not be involved.

Others have been unnecessarily involved, and the positive and negative balance, the situation will not ease much because of Bo Ziyi's actions.

"Sometimes I make changes, but I see new results after the dust has settled. Most of the time it's just another disadvantage, so this kind of prediction is actually very tasteless."

Reluctantly patted his pipa, Bo Ziyi said: "But maybe it's the reward of being the eyes of heaven for so many years. I have seen some useful things about evil currents. I don't want to talk about it when I'm alive, but I can't say it when I'm dead. I can vomit quickly, but it suffocates me."

"Evil flow does not belong here, it is a product of another small world." He said: "Cultivators seek to ascend to the Tao, but ascension to the upper realm of cultivation or the fairy garden still cannot be regarded as leaving this world, only the top true immortals shatter it." Void can be regarded as truly leaving this realm, and the realm we are in is called 'Taiwei Realm'."

"Taiwei is divided into four layers. The turbid air sinks and the spiritual energy rises, but this is not the only state in our realm. There is a realm outside ours called 'Taiyi'. Because some people destroy the law of void at will, the earth's air is in chaos. , the turbid qi is deposited, and the natural way of heaven in that realm has been replaced, and the new way of heaven chooses the etheric realm to dump the turbid qi to the ground."

"Every realm is supported by the laws of heaven, but the laws also have their own strengths and weaknesses, just like different books have different thicknesses."

This metaphor is very vivid.

From what Shen Zhexue heard, she felt that Taiyi's side seemed to be harming the aborigines by the book walker.

And their realm is even more terrible, the book-shattering book walker who shattered the void is amazing in their book, but he has not shouldered the responsibility of the way of heaven.

In the end, in order to whitewash the peace, they sent evil currents to them, thinking that everything was all right.

Doing so is obviously an act of rebellion, and the arrogant book traveler will inevitably pay the price for it.

"And I seem to see that you will go to a new realm in the future." Bo Ziyi's understanding of this is more abstract, "Yan Yuanhan scattered your soul back then, and those scattered souls probably went to another world .”

Shen Zhexue's pupils shrank suddenly.

No wonder his soul-washing illusion is so special. At first he thought it was because Yan Yuanhan had seen a new realm through the void in the upper realm of cultivation, but now it seems that is not the case.

The soul washing technique is extremely traumatic to the soul, and the soul washing pool also has the effect of nourishing the soul at the same time.

According to Bo Ziyi, the place where he raises his soul is actually the world where he scattered his soul before.

That is not a fantasy, but a real place.

Bo Ziyi probably guessed how he would react, teasingly said: "But you should be a fool over there at the beginning, well, you are similar at the beginning here."

Shen Zhexue: "...well, you are right."

Bo Ziyi waited for a while, probably waiting for Shen Zhexue to reply, and said after a while: "Your soul grows together in the two worlds, so in fact you are not within the scope of Taiwei's creation, and you will not be affected too much. bound by law."

So Tiandao wants to seek an opportunity, and Xiang Guchun is what Tiandao's blade is aiming for.

If it weren't for the evil flow of spiritual wisdom that overwhelmed the will of heaven and hindered it, Xiang Guchun's participation in the three great formations back then, and the invisible blessing of cause and effect, would have truly succeeded.

Bo Ziyi slowly turned serious, and said: "The way of heaven in the Taiwei Realm is almost unable to support it. This is the case with the last Xieliu seal. It can already bypass the laws of heaven and manipulate the creatures in the Taiwei Realm. In fact, to some extent , any power that is too high can be counted as a kind of heaven."

From Bo Ziyi's mouth, Shen Zhexue learned the whole story of Xie Liu's wisdom.

The original evil flow was just turbid qi, but as the number of devouring creatures increased, it also slowly gave birth to wisdom.

It's a pity that the germination of spiritual wisdom has also weakened its power. The moment it gains wisdom, it will not want to turn back to the muddy water, so the evil current spiritual wisdom wants to find a body in this realm.

"It casts a net in the four directions. As far as I know, those bodies are hidden under the Dao of Heaven, and they don't know their own functions. They have different postures and races, such as Congealing Void and Moon Moon, all of which are its bargaining chips, and... "

"Weisheng." Shen Zhexue said: "Weisheng is also an alternative body for it."

Bo Ziyi said directly: "And your apprentice."

He paused, and smiled wryly, "So I didn't understand it at the time, maybe you should be regarded as opposites."

A sword of heaven, a body of evil.

"You were really old and unlucky back then." Bo Ziyi pointed to the top of her head under Shen Zhexue's extremely complicated gaze, "This may be the consciousness of too little heaven, I don't understand it, so I will pass it on for you."

Shen Zhexue: "..."

"But because of this, maybe we still have a chance." After adjusting the atmosphere, Bo Ziyi said in a deep voice, "—Tiandao sees a new possibility."

Shen Zhexue had already thought about it, and he suddenly felt a little funny, saying: "The way of heaven belongs to this place, its power is no longer enough to eliminate evil currents, and the creatures here are restricted by laws."

"But also as an external thing, if someone kills Xie Liu Lingzhi and manipulates Xie Liu, it might be possible to take over Taiwei. At that time, whether it is sealing or destroying, Taiwei will allow it."

Both of them are sensible people, and Bo Ziyi didn't go into details. He still didn't seem to be too thorough, so he simply said: "In addition to the destiny, kill Xieliu Lingzhi, and really control Xieliu, the way of heaven will be at the last moment." With the law of transfer, Taiwei has a chance of life."

A dull bell sounded again from a distance, the figure in the thin purple clothes scattered, and mottled light spots floated in the air.

"Gu Chun." Bo Ziyi's spiritual body gradually became transparent. After he finished his business, he still had a few words to say.

Otherwise, it would be a great pity to keep silent for thousands of years.

He said softly: "I once hated the way of heaven to show me, but I can't do anything about it. There is no lack of a mirror in the world. What can a mirror do? Besides watching everything go towards the established destiny, how useful is it?"

"Back when Weisheng returned to Hanshan for three cups of wine, he asked me a divination. He was very smart, and he guessed almost everything, but he still went to defend the formation."

Bo Ziyi looked far away, "Being under the formation, he became an opportunity for you to turn around, that is, at that moment, Heavenly Dao recognized him, and the evil current was divided into luck... No, maybe he pushed Heavenly Dao to make up for omissions, Let the way of heaven not lose so bleakly."

The way of heaven for people is the destiny of heaven.

——What is destiny?

Bo Ziyi has been pursuing this answer all his life.

He also had parents, brothers and sisters. When he was young, he couldn't control his ability to predict. The future in the eyes of children was terrifying. He wanted to help them avoid bad luck, but he was considered a freak and evil.

A famine after the outbreak of Xie Liu made his poor family unable to get rid of it anymore, and a younger sister who was going to sell it for three buckets of rice cried out of strength in his arms.

She asked him, "Brother, I'm afraid. Why am I a girl? Why didn't God make me a boy, what the hell is this?"

At the age of eight, he couldn't help his little sister, and even he himself would be sold after fifteen days. The price given by the other party was enough to feed their family for ten years.

Tianshui spiritual root, as if destined to have a furnace physique.

"...Damn destiny."

That was the first time Bo Ziyi changed his destiny.

He pinned Jasmine, who had plucked off a branch, by her temples, and said to the girl, "Shh, shh...don't be afraid, brother, come and find a way."

Many years later, the landlord of Chunqi's meeting and joy will still talk about pawning his own children, and bargaining with them.

Bo Ziyi's original destination could not be so bad. At that time, Chunqi met Huan and Huan was a devil's den, and what he had to do was far more than just playing the piano.

As long as there is a contract imprinted on it, even if they are asked to kill and set fire, they cannot disobey them.

On the night before the branding, Bo Ziyi cried bitterly, others only thought that he was crying for his own fate.

But no one knew that on this night, he saw a new future.

Because of his family's inadvertent exposure of wealth, he was murdered, and his younger sister, who could have lived for a long time, died under the knife of the gangster.

This is the cause and effect of destiny.

After he became Jingjun Siming, he also wanted to remind Xiang Guchun that his apprentice Weisheng was a dark child of evil.

He knew that Xiang Guchun was in love, but maybe he didn't know what love was, and it might be better for them here.

He mentioned it intentionally or unintentionally several times, and asked half-truths.When we were drinking that day, Xiang Guchun heard his reminder, thought for a while, and said, "Thank you, Zi Yi. It's just that I think that maybe it's not because fate determines what we do, but because we chose this fate. "

Xiang Guchun poured half a glass of wine and said with a smile: "It's like being the acting head, like becoming attached to Weisheng. Since I want to, why bother to regret it? And to dislike him is not to dislike myself just because I am like this."

Later, when Weisheng found Bo Ziyi and asked him to give him a chance to leave the battle, he also said: "Since I want to, why not be unwilling."

"That's why I won't look for the answer to the fate anymore." Bo Ziyi's spirit body is floating like a firefly, and this phantom from thousands of years ago will eventually turn into a wisp of smoke.

His divination ability is very strong, but he hasn't practiced it yet. After knowing his ability to lower his eyes, the emperor's son Jiang Xi, the suzerain, still insisted on teaching him divination.

In the past, Bo Ziyi always liked to make some innocuous jokes, those wrong hexagrams made people laugh and cry, making people feel that he was inaccurate and unclear.

But it was also relying on divination that allowed him to plant countless introductions before his death.

With his death, the Heavenly Eyes will gradually strip him away, and Bo Ziyi can't clearly and accurately see his future after death, but with the help of the Eyes, he can deduce endless possibilities.

Tianhe Xuesuo, Leng Wenshu whose spiritual roots are opposite to his, and even all kinds of coincidences under the Langfeng City, the Heart Demon Formation, and the Emperor's Son Jiangxi Formation.

He calculated and performed the future that he could never reach.

But he knew there were more to come.

Shen Zhexue figured out the cause and effect, showing pain on his face, even though he didn't know how Bo Ziyi could do it, but he would have to pay a huge price.

He asked in a hoarse voice to the phantom: "How can we recruit your soul?"

The purple light in the sky is like an eternal galaxy.

"Xieliu Lingzhi will control my body to restrain the way of heaven. If you can get the shell, burn it for me, and spread it casually. If you want to recruit my soul, go check it out and match it with 'can't pity' Those incantations."

His attitude was calm, clearly knowing the date of his death.

The future seen by both eyes ends in his death, his death is irreversible, the way of heaven has already lost these eyes to Xieliu.

Bo Ziyi would die at the sect sacrificial ceremony before the opening of the grand formation, was pierced by a spirit arrowhead, fell from the star platform, and was pieced together again after falling to pieces.

He even calculated that after his death, he would marry a Taoist couple, cover his head with the ceremony of a newlywed bride, and was repeatedly humiliated by Sang Qi.

But he can't be scattered, and the activation of the blood lock is a key part of the game.

Before going up to the star stage to worship, Bo Ziyi swallowed the first of the three strange poisons of the Sifangjie, "Pity", and with a bottle of blood he exchanged with Yigua and Weisheng, this poison can retain the monk's soul.

When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he hopes, when he wishes to die, he becomes a barbarian, when a barbarian dies, he becomes a negligible death, and a minor death is invisible.

The invisible spirit is similar to life and death.

One cycle in seven days, eternal calamity, how pitiful.

"Also..." Bo Ziyi's voice became soft and ethereal, but he still stubbornly wanted to finish the sentence.

He talked a lot about the way of heaven and salvation, but he could only leave these few sentences to talk about his regrets.

"Thank you to Zhou Minggui...for me."

"Just to say thank you?" Shen Zhexue raised her eyebrows, "Then you might as well come by yourself."

Bo Ziyi naturally couldn't hear it, but he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said: "Also, that year I—"

Bo Ziyi seeks benevolence and obtains benevolence, but he is only sorry for Zhou Ling.

He saw their fate, but he didn't see this relationship, but even if he saw it, how could the heaven allow these eyes to be selfish.

When he left the Yuanmu Sword back then, he wanted to open a door for Zhou Minggui's fate. Later, he followed Tuesday as a wandering soul and traveled all over the world, seeing him half-crazed and despondent, but he was helpless.

When the ghost body can be condensed, he pretends to be the lively and innocent elegant ghost, and comes to hear the sound of the pipa, and squats on the eaves to listen quietly. Use ghost energy to show the fireworks on Tuesday.

Pity can't be rotated in seven days, and he wants to be with him every day when he has a clear day.

Violet light flooded, the bells of heaven and earth rang, the soul and body scattered in the sky and the earth, and the phantom array shattered in an instant.

Shen Zhexue stretched out her hand to catch the raindrops of light, and suddenly the sound of a pipa echoed in her ears.

——Bo Ziyi didn't just want to say thank you.

On the day when he ascended the star stage to offer sacrifices, before his death, he stood at the bottom of the hanging steps of the star stage in a splendid purple dress.

He suddenly wanted to play the pipa, but Dizi Jiangxi didn't need a music repairer, the instrument had been dusty for many years.

Apart from fortune-telling, his astrology is really bad, and he doesn't like fortune-telling, but until the end he was confined to fortune-telling.

Zhou Ling went out on a mission to the sect, across two realms, thousands of miles away.

When he arrived, Jun Rujing had already stepped up the hanging steps.

The dusty sword cultivator was stopped below. Zhou Ling knew that the priests paid attention to the weather, but this was the first time that Bo Ziyi presided over such a ceremony as a priest.

He tried his best to catch up but failed to catch up. Now the time is coming, and it is only a short time.

"Purple clothes—!"

Zhou Minggui called him to stop, Bo Ziyi paused and turned around.

This sword cultivator was usually glib, but now he seemed very clumsy. He was so anxious that he yelled out the first sentence that came to his mind.

He said, "Don't look down, don't be afraid."

Bo Ziyi was taken aback.

His fear of heights has not changed even after washing his marrow, this star platform is hundreds of feet high, straight into the sky.

He is the king of the mirror, the commander of life, and the eyes of heaven.

But it seems that only Zhou Minggui remembers that he was once a mortal.

The pitiful poison is condensed in the dantian, such a bleak future, full of infamy, humiliation and slander, the body and hands are stained with blood, and the soul cannot be freed.

How not to be afraid.

But Zhou Minggui told him not to look at it, not to be afraid.

Bo Ziyi silently nodded, he seemed to have great courage in an instant, the wind blew through the long purple-sleeved clothes, and the jade pendant Lingzhu jingled.

He turned around resolutely and walked towards the end of his life, which was worse than death.

In fact, what he didn't say is that if the sky looks down, you can go anywhere, and the sky and the earth are all within your field of vision.

If he did not see Zhou Minggui that day in the meeting and joy building, there is another cause and effect that may be in sight.

He will be taken away by the teacher's family after five days, committed to the furnace for three years, and escaped because of the evil current disaster, although he has become weak and sick, but at the same time it is not enough to stare at the world for a long time.

Tiandao lost another round and finally let him go.

He will hide his name, spend the rest of his life in poverty, and die in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River 20 years later.

The night before Zhou Ling came to pick him up, he hugged the pipa and thought about it for a long time.

In fact, there is really nothing wrong with such a life, it is not magnificent enough, but it has a beginning and an end, and it is also the stability he has never had.

But in the end he still didn't choose that kind of life.

Maybe it's because of the shocking sword in the snow mountain, and the sound of my sword in the clear wind to suppress the clouds, or maybe it's because the sword cultivator was soaked in blood, but he hugged a girl with clean clothes and held out a blood-stained door. screen, resisting the collapsing snow-capped mountains and rocks.

That sword cultivator is really stupid, seemingly smooth, but in fact he has a heart of innocence. His life wish is just to have a safe sect and everyone to be safe.

He wants to listen to the pipa, but also wants to pacify the world.

After dancing the dance of offering sacrifices and praying for blessings, Bo Ziyi could clearly hear the sound of arrows piercing through the air.

At that time, he really didn't feel scared.

He just thought, since I was young, I have known the future with both eyes. Out of thousands of orbits, only one will lead to this place. Both of us sitting together are cause and effect.

Who wants to shake the world?But a puppet plaything.While they told me to play the pipa, they were jealous and suspicious of my ability. They hated me, hated me, and feared me, but this had nothing to do with me, and they would not teach me to take it to heart.

It's just that life is like a floating canopy, where to rely on, where to return?

The astrolabe divination did not give me an answer, nor did the many years of quiet retreat in the Xingtai Summoning Building.

In the countless days and nights that followed, Bo Ziyi only wanted to understand one thing.

"Leaving with you that year was just the decision I made the most in my life and the one I don't regret the most."

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The author has something to say:

Bo Ziyi, the biggest bug in the book, holds the script in his hand, and has incredible abilities, but it's not too early.

And those of the Taiqing Sect, come and see, are your sects descended from the same line?

Zhou Ling: ...

Pei Jing: ...

Yan Yuanhan: ...

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