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Volume 3: With a blow of destiny, the king appears. Chapter 10: The sword rises from the vast peak, and the big dream is like a long song.

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    Let’s leave aside the big world of thought and the transcendent Lord. Since they are all here, let’s take a look!  , said the God of Freedom and Freedom.  I have a premonition that when we die in the world of thought, our selves outside the world of thought will also die.  , the devil said.  Devil, if you are afraid of death, then leave quickly!  Hahaha!  , said the King of Formless.  Am I afraid of death?  joke!  Haha replied with a devilish smile.

    Music Emperor Tianjiao Longdao: Don’t laugh, thinking is the ultimate realm of life. I was so close to it in "The Realm of Tao" that it disappeared into thin air.  I can smell the existence of Tao. The "thinking world" here is a higher peak than Tao.  Simply put, who thinks higher!  Who can survive.  Once we make the "autonomous" decision to stay, we will not only make changes along with Mu Long's destiny, but we will also be independent. Whoever fails will be obliterated by thought.

    It’s no wonder. The strange life form from before should be on par with me in thinking. I don’t think it loses me, nor does I think it wins me.  As I look at you, none of you are below me. It is obvious that you rely on experience and experience to accumulate thoughts, rather than me standing on a high point from the beginning, because I am the pinnacle of high point thinking, so among us  Only I can automatically enter the world of thought and challenge the unknown to prove that my thoughts are reaching the extreme. I use my life as a bet to prove it!  Mu Long said.

    Hahaha!  I can laugh if I want to laugh, cry if I want to cry, no one can care about me, I said that the helper found by that strange life form is too weak, it will lose to the helper, Haha, the phaseless king said straightforwardly.  The demon head glanced at the King of Formless One. He was dressed in black robes and had the aura of a king, stained in all directions, and his unborn and formless magical power was naturally revealed.

    The phaseless king looked back at the demon leader. He was dressed in red robes and possessed the aura of demons crossing the heaven and earth. He dominated time and space, and the way of the great demon was faintly restrained.  His consciousness shone on the Music Emperor in the other direction, the Divine Robe of Ten Thousand Sounds.  The breath of the ultimate avenue seemed to be hidden even if he wanted to, and it was reflected by his own consciousness. His eyes were not like stars in the sky, but extremely cold.

    The King of the Formless King continued to look at the God of Freedom and Freedom, whose white and yellow robes were fluttering like the avenue of immortals, evil spirits, gods and demons. The smell of freedom was everywhere, and the aura was so high and erratic.

    Finally, I looked at Mu Long.  The temperament of an unparalleled king of thoughts had begun to fuse with his own formless thoughts, demon thoughts, music emperor thoughts, and the thoughts of Isvara. As he was being digested, he seemed to be leading to a mysterious and unknown realm of esoteric thoughts.

    The God of Freedom and Freedom said: I will go forward first, you can follow behind!  , waiting for Mu Long who is already practicing meditation.  The free wind blew the bodies and minds of everyone around him.  There is an air of freedom to come and go.  Exactly:

    "The lakes and seas wash my mind, the rivers and mountains float my shadow, the clouds wave away but don't go away, I get a breeze. The dust can't touch my heart, the love can't reach this heart, I can come and go easily, there is no pain in life. Gathering and separation  Don’t be worried in a hurry. If you don’t remember the heroes and bravery in the storm, let the fame be thrown away. I walk alone in thousands of mountains without having to see each other off. Oh, walking alone, there is no need to see each other off. Walking alone, there is no need to see each other off! "

    The drifting speed of the free spirit is like lightning, and it is extremely flexible and smart in flashes, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling.  No one can catch up with her beautiful figure!  The strange thing is that it seems to be very fast, but in fact it is slowly and slowly arrived.  What the free and easy God sees before his eyes is the mind of the universe. The universe is one heart, as bright as flowers and thousands of trees, and the world is fragrant.  The universe is full of spring.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????: The wisdom of the universe makes all living things happy, the truth of the universe makes people free. Isn’t freedom one’s own strength?  Is it such a coincidence?  One place at a time.  It is "the universe, heaven and earth are born in freedom, and freedom gives birth to all things. In the birth and death of all things, the carefree ones come out, and the carefree ones write the universe, heaven and earth." This is my portrayal.

    Depend on!  This is my destination.  Crisis, reincarnation, and the world of thought are indeed not for idlers to enter. I am trapped, trapped in this: The universe, heaven and earth are born freely and freely, and I write about the universe, heaven and earth.

    The god Xiaoyaozi suddenly made a move, and a sword that had never appeared in the world was born. The god Xiaoyao picked up the sword, and it turned out to be a transparent sword. At the end of the sword, it was written: "Sword of Love".

    The sword rises into the peaks and mountains.  Freedom is precious, but what is the meaning of freedom if it is ruthless?  Hahaha, so what about life and freedom, so what!  No love, no love, no freedom.

    The thoughts of the universe disappeared, the God of Freedom put away his love sword, and was covered in sweat. It turned out that he was so focused that he almost got lost in the world of freedom, cough cough!  That would be a big embarrassment. Death is not a fear, but embarrassment is a fear.

    I am busy with trivial matters at work, and it is happier to write. However, I cannot make a living by writing, so I am busy with trivial work. In the evening, my friends Chapot and Hongyi asked for a dinner party. They have refused many times before, but they declined again this time.  , I think they must be disappointed, alas!  I'm too lazy to eat and party, so I do what I want, and I won't let these friends give me face in the future.?Can't blame others.  Pay whatever you want!  Ha ha

    I feel the wind moving, I feel the sun rising over the distant sea, I feel my heart being gently called!  I feel like I am transparent, jumping and flashing light among the leaves. My thoughts at this moment cannot be shared with others.

    "I have forgotten the past, and I have also forgotten the future. The world still continues its rules! My heart beats so freely! And the pursuit of life is no longer important. I only see how good the sunshine is today."

    It feels like the dream is far away, and I feel like I can fly freely!  I feel that the sky is slowly approaching, I feel that I have crossed the ocean of time, I have put aside all temptations and desires, and I am more able to experience simple happiness!  How nice the sunshine is.

    If you have too many past memories, don’t drink too little alcohol. If you cherish life too much, don’t take your heart out. If you don’t want to see through it, don’t open your eyes. If you want to be happy, don’t be sad.

    “Don’t travel alone if you have too much luggage, don’t get close if you can’t leave, don’t start a relationship if you can’t bear to end it, and reset everything to zero if you want to forget.

    We cannot forget love, our partner, our loneliness, or at least why we were together in the first place. In the end, we will forget our eyes, our face, and our body, for fear that we will forget our determination to forget.

    "If you can't forget love, your partner, or your loneliness, just try to forget what memories are. In the end, you'll forget your breathing, your heartbeat, and yourself. It doesn't matter whose heart you loved."

    Stop saying whose fault it is and let everything turn to dust.  Unless you let go of the burden in your heart, nothing can be undone.  You always like to let the past follow you, fearing that the past will be in vain. You always think that in order to appreciate life, you must love more times.

    Rather than letting you wither in my arms, I would rather you make mistakes and regret them!  Let you fly to the world of dreams and leave me alone to grieve; rather than let you languish in my love, I would rather you be hurt and cry. Do you have to taste all the pain and sorrow to understand the value of true love?

    Stop saying whose fault it is and let everything turn into ashes. Unless you let go of the burden in your heart, everything will be irreversible.

    Somewhere in every heart, there is always a memory that lingers. Somewhere late at night, there is always the deepest thinking. The world is constantly changing. Love divides sentient beings into two ends. If the heart knows the direction of the connection,  , even if we can't be together day and night.

    The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream, please warm his heart. He has seen through the gatherings and separations in the world. Can you have more happy moments? The moonlight in the city illuminates the dream. Please protect his side. If we can meet again one day, let happiness  Spread throughout the night

    It rained again and it looked wet outside. I kept waiting and kept the lights on in the house. I fell asleep so sad and woke up so depressed. I thought you were here again, but everything that should have changed has changed.  , and what is loneliness?  What is cold heart?  What is love?  what do you?  I don't want to think about it anymore?  Am I tired?  I don’t want to sing anymore?  I'm already crying.

    I want to sit with you, want to listen to what you say, want to know that I am worth it, think that we are still in love, open the windows, the wind is cold, and I sing alone, and my voice becomes cold (to be continued).  If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly votes at Qidian. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.
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