The Bald Monk in the City

"Slap..."

The firewood in the fireplace was burning quietly, and there was a smell of wood burning in the air.

Decades ago, the new energy collections vigorously promoted by the Global Alliance replaced most traditional energy-consuming equipment.

But when time extends to 2119, those ancient things have not been discarded by people.

For the elderly, they show a wise attitude because of the accumulation of experience.

But for the vast majority of elderly people, they have lost the pursuit of new things.

The long time has given them insight into the nature of things.

Whether it is a new energy collection, or the original firewood burning.

When the lower limit of life is greatly stretched, some things begin to become meaningful.

For Emma, ​​she naturally does not need firewood as a prop for heating.

It's just that she missed certain related times, and she enjoyed the feeling of remembering the past in the warm room.

At this time, her students have begun to show their will in the material world.

And the magic academy, which once started with a prank, has also begun to be given some historical weight.

But for Emma, ​​it is always boring.

The body of the legendary dragon vein gave her life full protection.

Even if it is not very optimistic, she will be able to live at least a thousand years later.

Of course, the premise is that she did not suffer unexpectedly during this period.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, there are not many existences willing to provoke a legendary dragon warlock.

The fate of the provoking female warlock is not very pleasant...

"I used to think that one hundred years would be a very long time..."

Emma picked up a cup of black tea, looked at Yi Qiu in front of her and said.

Under the legendary dragon veins boiling in the body, her appearance did not fail.

And her spirit seems to still maintain the vitality it once was.

Just like a fire, it always radiates light and heat.

And when it begins to fall silent in the darkness, it means its end...

But as the first hundred years of life, it will always make people remember, and carry some old traces.

Especially when Emma has maintained contact with human civilization for a long time.

And the feeling of attending student funerals multiple times is not so wonderful...

It was as if time had suddenly become extremely swift, it took away those stunned and green faces.

"Maybe……"

"But time has no meaning to me..."

Yi Qiu looked at Emma, ​​his eyes as deep and calm as Emma remembered.

It seems that a century of time has not left any traces on Yi Qiu's body.

His consciousness, his body, seem to have jumped out of the chains of time...

Perhaps the only way to maintain the same posture in the endless time?

Emma's emotions are a bit complicated, and the chaotic thoughts are difficult to calm down for a while.

At this moment, more sadness filled Emma's heart.

She will not lose her passionate pursuit of life because of the passing of time or the passing of students.

Lev's passing is the most sad thing for her in the last ten years.

The era she grew up and familiar with seemed to fade away little by little.

Those familiar faces, those kind faces, all turned into gray photos...

Perhaps in another hundred years, the traces of that era in the material world will only be carried by words and images.

The era that carried all of them turned into two mottled textbooks.

The indescribable loneliness, the loneliness like self-exile, haunt the path to eternity...

That span of time will eventually carry some sadness that is difficult to dissipate...

It's like her tragic song for Lev in the wind, just like when she watched them leave a hundred years ago.

And the warm black tea on the table is filled with mist, and it seems to have been lingering for a hundred years...

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Material world on Kunlun Mountain

"A hundred years..."

Taoist Sun stood on the dangerous peak, and the mountain breeze was blowing his Taoist robe.

On the black Taoist robe, a certain kind of cold light is overflowing.

He is not keen on black color, but for some reason he put on this robe.

After that, he never took it off...

The tide of magic, the changing of times, how many talented people in a time.

He has seen the sword light of the legendary sword sage-Yin Zhong, and also talked with the legendary fighting master-Yuan Yinyin.

I have seen the darkness come like a curtain, and I once held a banner to wipe out thousands of blood...

A hundred years is a long and complicated journey for him...

Not every road is full of smoothness and glory.

On the rugged mountain roads that stand on the high peaks, it is inevitable that there will be several hardships and setbacks.

His skills have reached the level of invincibility under the legend.

But he was unwilling to enter the Tao with skills, just as he had chosen his own path before temptation.

In the past ten years, his students and disciples have all been promoted to legends.

It's not much, but it's a happy event.

Looking at the billions of intelligent creatures in the material world~www.wuxiaspot.com~, a few people can reach that supreme realm.

But he still did not choose to break through, he has his own path and persistence...

It's not arrogance and jealousy, but the original intention of a Taoist...

He flipped through the Taoist temple in Guanli, which was the essence of dozens of Taoist worlds.

But it seemed to be of no avail after all, he still hadn't felt the edge of mystery.

"Then turn it over for another hundred years..."

Daoren Sun looked at the solemn mountains in front of him, he thought of it silently.

He is not so keen on the legendary name.

What he yearns for, what he pursues, is the little desire he established in Taoist temple when he was young...

His spells have been able to fulfill most of the world's fantasy of immortals, but is that what he is chasing?

Sun Taoren silently...

With the passage of time, as the number of times he read the Taoist books stacked up, his heart became clearer.

Just like that young Taoist boy, how should the concept of Tao be interpreted, he also wants to know...

If you go the wrong way, go back and go again.

It is inevitable to have regrets and losses on the tortuous road, but we should start with enthusiasm towards a new journey...

"What is Tao."

Daoren Sun looked at the vast sky above his head and muttered in a low voice.

Maybe it should have a slightly questioning tone, maybe it should be full of anxiety and confusion.

But at this moment, it became calm and indifferent in Sun Daoren's mouth.

After all, he wants to give him a clear and clear answer for those who have been chasing for a hundred years...

The mountain wind lingering between the peaks seems to have become more rapid. After a hundred years of turbulence and undercurrents, it will be an even more vast starry sky...

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