He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

Lu Yuan began to explore a new road.

It took a long, long time to explore.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the girl is still looking at her master practicing with her cheeks in her hands and her eyes full of tenderness.

Ye Qingxue came to the girl's side at some point, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you just going to keep guarding him like this?"

The girl nodded and said, "Yes."

Ye Qingxue looked at Lu Yuan who had been immersed in comprehension, said nothing, and disappeared in an instant.

A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, Lu Yuan is still immersed in insights, and the girl already has some uneasiness in her heart.

Ye Qingxue came again, looked at the already a little uneasy girl and said: "He shouldn't be the only one in your world, go out for a walk."

But the girl shook her head firmly and said, "No, I want to stay with Master forever."

After leaving an inaudible sigh, Ye Qingxue disappeared again.

Thousands of years have passed, and Lu Yuan is still cross-legged on the ground, and the uneasiness in the girl's heart has turned into panic.

Ye Qingxue's figure appeared again.

She glanced at Lu Yuan, who was still sitting cross-legged and thinking as he did a thousand years ago, then turned to look at the fidgeting girl, and said with a hint of tenderness in her cold voice: "Come with me, your good time should not be wasted. it's here."

But the girl still shook her head firmly and said, "If I don't leave, I'm afraid that Master won't be able to see me after he finishes practicing."

"He will not cherish anyone, nor will he be moved by your waiting." Ye Qingxue's tone returned to coldness.

But the girl still stubbornly said: "It's enough for me to cherish my master."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Ye Qingxue's beautiful eyes, she glanced at Lu Yuan again with cold eyes, and left with a puff of sleeves.

Another thousand years have passed, Lu Yuan is still immersed in enlightenment, and the girl is already full of panic.

She was afraid, afraid that Master's practice would last her whole life, her whole life.

What made her even more uneasy was that in the past, she could still see her master holding his sword finger, his endless sword intent sweeping across thousands of miles, and countless flying swords coming through the air; she could see her master waving his sleeves, and the distant mountains outside the mountain would be destroyed. Erased silently, and restored to its original state in the blink of an eye...

But for the past hundred years, Master just sat there motionless, his expression becoming increasingly depressed.

She knew that the master might have encountered obstacles in her practice. Her practice was guided by the master, so she could not help her much, but she couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear to see the master like this.

The Master had also been motionless like this for a long time, but the Master at that time always looked calm and had everything under control. He had never looked like this now.

Master shouldn't be like this.

In order to practice cultivation, the master has not spoken to her for more than two thousand years, and she has become less and less like herself.

She finally stepped forward, hugged Lu Yuan from behind, who had been sitting cross-legged for a thousand years, and said with a slight cry: "Master, please stop practicing."

Lu Yuan did not stand up, but frowned slightly and pushed the girl away, and said calmly: "I need to create my own method."

For thousands of years, Lu Yuan has tried countless paths, and every path can be followed, but none of them is correct. At the most, he can only obtain the same power as the realm of the God King.

Now he has no way out, and his understanding can only help him find these ways.

He simply cannot create a law that transcends the way of heaven.

But he must create a law that transcends heaven, for the sake of his dead friends.

Li Mo Nian still said with a tearful tone: "But Master, it's not good at all for you to be like this. You're not like you at all."

"People change, just get used to it."

"But, but I'm afraid, Master, that when you finish practicing one day, I will have turned into a tombstone like my father..."

The tears that had accumulated in her eyes finally fell, and the girl burst into tears.

The master is an immortal, but she is not. She will die one day.

Lu Yuan finally turned around and saw the girl's crying face.

She is still beautiful, but she is slightly different from two thousand years ago.

Thousands of years after thousands of years, no matter how subtle the difference is, it will be infinitely magnified and eventually turn into the appearance of a tombstone.

The clear flowers condensed from the mind's world-viewing method slowly rotated in Lu Yuan's heart, and strange yet familiar emotions were brewing in his heart.

The Dharma of observing the world in his mind restored his emotions, and also made him obsessed with creating Dharma. With his obsession, many things would be subconsciously ignored.

For example, the girl in front of me.

This silly and stubborn girl has been surrounding him all her life, and all her experiences are related only to him.

For the sake of his dead old friend, he must create a method that transcends the way of heaven, but if he really only insists on this, he is afraid that the person in front of him will become an old friend...

He slowly came to the girl, raised his hand and gently brushed away her hot tears, and comforted her with a smile on his face: "Put the practice on hold."

Li Mo Nian was a little stunned. She stared at Master blankly for a long time, and then said after a while: "Master, you look so beautiful when you smile."

She had only seen her master show three expressions in her life.

The first is calm, calm without any emotion. This is what she is used to.

The second type is depression, the depression in the last hundred years of practice. This is how she feels distressed.

The third kind is to laugh, like now, this is what she likes.

Unfortunately, the smile only faded away. Lu Yuan's expression soon returned to calm. He passed over the girl and sat at the table where the girl had been sitting for more than two thousand years.

"No tea?"

This scene made the girl feel a little dazed, as if she had returned to the time when the two of them were in the Shanshui Villa on Jiuchongtian.

It took her a while to realize what she was doing. She raised the corners of her mouth and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes. Master, please wait, I'll cook it for you."