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Volume 1, Chapter 407 of Yan Cunzheng: Just like death, death and rebirth

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    See the fastest update "It can take as long as two days or as little as one day. This is the only time left in the end. The outcome of the bet can be decided after all the dust has settled. You can take care of it yourself." The old Taoist no longer plans to be in the game.  It's mixed here. Let's leave this last time to Zijian and his family.  When he walked to the door, he took out the magic weapon house from his arms, put it on the table, and said: "This will be your reward for saving me, and let you see why I am confident that I can defeat you." Zi Bai  Where does Feng still have time to listen to those things?  He was completely stunned, letting Elder Pingqi drift away.  "Bai Feng, Bai Feng, why is this old Taoist priest gone He He" Zi Wu was still a little unbelievable, pushing Zi Baifeng gently, refusing to accept that Zijian had no hope.  reality.  But only Zijian was calmer. He lay on the bed and gently stroked Honggu Niang's head. However, Honggu Niang lay on top of him and cried loudly. He whispered: "Don't cry, don't cry."  " During this period, Immortal Gao rushed in with flapping wings, but he came to the same conclusion as Elder Hepingqi.  Zijian called many people over and told them earnestly, obviously saying goodbye to them.  In fact, sometimes death is not terrible. What is terrible is knowing when and how you will die but being unable to do anything about it.  That kind of inner suffering, every minute and every second is torture.  ??Zhuzi, Yan Laowu everyone in the village talked and warned each other, and everyone has withdrawn, leaving their last time to this family.  Even Honggu Niang held back her tears and left. Zijian held Zi Baifeng's hand with one hand and pulled the small stone with the other. Zi Wu lay on his chest and gave many instructions.  There was not much time left. Zijian lay on the bed, panting, his chest rising and falling, but he suddenly realized that there was nothing left to say.  Just waiting silently for death to come?  This is not Zijian¡¯s style.  He is full of reluctance and still has things he wants to do but has not completed.  Looking at the tiny spider silk on the ceiling, a tiny spider is endlessly weaving a seemingly endless web.  "Bai Feng." Zijian suddenly stretched out a hand: "Help me up." "Brother?" Zi Wu reached out to hold down the struggling Zijian, but Zi Baifeng didn't even ask.  , stretched out his hand and helped Zijian up.  After all, Zi Wu still doesn¡¯t understand Zijian as well as Zi Baifeng.  Even if Zijian died, he would not just wait without doing anything and accept his fate with peace of mind.  "I want to do some carpentry work." Zijian gasped and was helped up by Zi Baifeng. Zi Baifeng put one of his hands on his back, helped him stand up, and said, "Dad, I  I¡¯ll take you to do carpentry work.¡± The men in Zi¡¯s family are like this, they will never stop, no matter what desperate situation they are in, no matter what circumstances they are in.  With such a Zi Baifeng, naturally there is also such a father. What kind of father will be what kind of son.  "Master?" Erhei was squatting in the yard and weeping silently. When he saw Zi Baifeng helping Zijian walk out of the house, his eyes widened.  "Erhei, give Master a try." Zijian smiled, let go of Zi Baifeng, stood up straight, and walked into the next door cabin.  A life-size wooden man is sitting in the hut. His lower body has not yet been fully formed. If he has free time, Zijian will come here and do some fine carving work.  The facial features that resembled Zijian turned around and looked at Zi Baifeng, a little strange and a little scared.  Zi Wu didn¡¯t like coming to this room very much. She always felt that the machine man was a bit scary, but Zi Baifeng was very curious about him and often came over to knock it on the head to tease him.  "Bai Feng, it's been a long time since we did carpentry together." Zijian waved, "I remember when you were a child, you loved to watch me do carpentry. I don't know when you started doing your own thing.  I no longer want to squat in front of me and watch me sawing wood and piecing together boards. "I still like to watch, Dad." Zi Baifeng looked a little crying, looking at the face that looked like Zijian, there was always something strange about Zi Baifeng.  The illusion was that Zijian wanted to transfer all his energy and energy to this organ man at the last moment, so that he could take his place and continue to live.  But in this world, no one or anything can replace Zijian. There was no one in the past, there won't be one now, and there won't be one in the future.  But what can Zibaifeng say?  "You have grown so old before you knew it. In the blink of an eye, twenty years have passed.""You are so old, just in your infancymy son, my Zijian's son, haha" Zijian reached out and touched Zibaifeng, then pointed to a wooden board next to him and said, "Let me see."  Look at your craftsmanship. I taught you it. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s new to you. Cut that one open for me. I¡¯m going to make a thigh bone for him.  " " Got it, Dad.  "Zi Baifeng held back his tears, walked over and started processing the board. "Er Hei, you worship me as your teacher. I actually didn't teach you anything, but you are making a difference now" Zijian said to Er Hei again.  : "Take out your craftsmanship and let me see it, so that I can tell your father.  " Mentioning his father who died young, Erhei couldn't help but feel sad. How could he have survived those difficult days if he didn't have a strong son who was like a teacher and a father? Thinking about everything in the past, I don't know.  I don¡¯t realize that so many years have passed. ¡°Master, you have taught me a lot¡± Erhei said stupidly, lowering his head and sawing wood. ¡°Wood, wood, I don¡¯t know if you really understand it.  If you understand my words, you must remember that in the future, you must help me take care of them and don't let any of them get hurt" Zijian stroked the wooden man's head, then smiled at Zi Wu and said  : "Fuck, if you want to watch me while I'm working, just hand me something. If you're scared, just make some food. I'm a little hungry."  " "I'm going to cook. I'll make your favorite braised pork, big brother, fat meat, fragrant meat" Mrs. Ziwu didn't dare to say any more. She was afraid that she would cry. "Dad, I'll give it to you.  What do you hand me?  "Xiao Shitou said. "Okay, Xiao Shitou has also succeeded.  "Zijian smiled. The door of the hut was open. Opposite was the kitchen. Zijian, Zibaifeng and Erhei were busy, with Xiao Shitou occasionally helping. "If it weren't for the cloud of death hanging above our heads,  This would be such a happy scene. If possible, Zi Wu would really like to pay for the continuation of this scene. However, not everything in this world can be exchanged for Zi Wu.  While thinking about it, the hands that were cutting vegetables kept trembling, and they almost cut their hands several times. However, Zijian, Zibaifeng and Erhei gradually became more and more serious and devoted, as if they were busy.  Forget everything. They are doing a great but delicate project. Every bone in the human body is simulated in detail, and then connected with tendons, rollers and various transmission devices to simulate human muscles.  There were still waves of severe pain in Zijian's chest, and it was even more painful, but this pain could no longer distract him. Waves of heat were transmitted from his heart to his hands.  , everything he made has a special spirituality, as if it is alive. The human body has 206 bones, and the most complicated ones are the hands and feet. While doing it, Zijian sighed in his heart at the wonder of the Creator.  If there really is an omnipotent creator in this world, no matter what it is, whether it is Nuwa, God or whatever, when he creates humans, it will never be as easy as the legend says. And now Zijian.  , as if repeating the process of creating a human being, his dexterous hands made a miracle that no one before him had ever done, and perhaps no one in the future could do.  The process of the birth of life that was so complicated and stupid that finally the last bone was placed where it should be and connected with other places. The wooden man "Wood" moved his arms and legs, struggling to stand.  He got up, but fell to the ground with a crash, like a toddler who fell to the ground for the first time, making a cry-like sound. After a while, he became happy again and was swimming on the ground.  Sliding, not happy. He doesn¡¯t know what a real person should look like. He is just a newborn baby, and he doesn¡¯t have the knowledge in his mind. ¡°Wood, wood, I can make you.  , I can let you move, but I cannot give you a real heart. You must learn and find it by yourself.  "Zijian stroked Mu Mu's bare head, sighed, and said: "Wood, Mu Mu, I'm sorry, I created you, but I'm going to leave you I'm about to die" Zijian looked at  The few people in front of him are the continuation of his life, Erhei is the continuation of his skills, and his carpentry skills have been passed on to him.??That is Zi Wu's child.  And wood is the continuation of his dream.  An absurd dream that he has had since he was a child. He is always confused and fails to grasp it, but it always pops up accidentally. More than thirty years later, he finally realized this dream.  Let¡¯s die without regrets.  Zijian reached out and touched his chest. The feeling of swelling and pain had been suppressed for a long time, and suddenly it came over like a tide. The severe pain was like a big stick struck randomly on his chest.  "Uh" Zijian suddenly held his chest and squatted down.  "Brother, I've prepared the meal" Mrs. Ziwu came over with a plate of dishes, but when she saw Zijian suddenly fell down, she almost threw the dish in her hand and rushed towards her:  "Brother!" "Dad!" Zi Baifeng also rushed forward and supported Zijian.  "Bai Feng" Zijian stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zi Baifeng's face again, but his eyes were already plunged into darkness.  "DadDad!" Zi Baifeng's wailing voice penetrated the night of Zaitian Mansion and penetrated everyone's eardrums. Countless people walked out of their homes in confusion and looked up at the sky, horrified.  Zi Baifeng only felt that his world had collapsed.  Everything that I had pursued before suddenly had no meaning.  Sometimes, people will work hard for many things.  Pursuit, dreams, strength, territory, power, money, everything.  But only when you lose the most important thing, you will suddenly realize that everything you have pursued before has no meaning at this moment.  ¡°All that, what does it mean compared to Zijian¡¯s life?  If he can, he can give up everything. He Zijian still lives a homeless life, struggling to survive in a small mountain village.  If you can, if you can.  But there are no ifs in this world.  At the Jiqiao Sect¡¯s station, Elder Pingqi lowered his head and sighed softly.  In fact, when he saw Zijian, it was already too late. Zijian's talent was too good, but it was also his excellent talent that harmed him.  ¡°No one in this world can save him.  At this moment, the Desert of Death, Mengcheng, and all Zi Baifeng¡¯s territories were suddenly covered by dark clouds, thunder and lightning, just like Zi Baifeng¡¯s out-of-control mood.  At this moment, Zi Baifeng forgot everything. He hugged Zijian tightly, not letting anyone get close or taking it away from him. He was like crazy and yelled at the top of his lungs. Even Xiao Shitou and Zi Wushi  , can't take Zijian away from him.  No one can.  ¡°Having never experienced such ups and downs and dependence on each other, it would be impossible to understand the relationship between their father and son.  "If you have not experienced Zi Baifeng's time travel and Zi Baifeng's hesitation, you will not know that Zijian is actually the only link between Zi Baifeng and the world.  Without Zijian, there would be no Zibaifeng in this world. He subconsciously began to deny everything.  How is the world?  How is people's livelihood?  How about the Rishi?  How are the ley lines?  What does it have to do with me?  I am just a little college student in another distant time and space. As long as Zijian is here, all of this is meaningful. Without Zijian, all of this is just a dream.  No matter how realistic it is, it is just a long and futile dream.  And now, it¡¯s time to wake up from the dream.  Zi Baifeng buried his head in Zijian's chest and shouted heartbreakingly: "Dad!" Zijian's body trembled suddenly.  Zi Baifeng was suddenly startled, and he shouted in surprise: "Dad, Dad, are you okay? Are you okay?" "Bai Feng, don't be like this, the elder brother has already gone" Zi Wu cried, she knew  , even if she loves Zijian no matter how much she loves him, it can't compare to the relationship between Zi Baifeng and Zijian.  He was really worried that Zi Jian would die and Zi Baifeng would collapse.  "NoDad, he didn'the didn't" Zi Baifeng put his ear to Zijian's chest, listening to the voice in his chest.  The sound seems to have exceeded the limit of human hearing, but the sound can still be heard.  It was like an infrasound wave, with extremely high amplitude but extremely low frequency, which made Zijian's body tremble.  The sound was like the beating heart of a giant dragon, as powerful as an earthquake.  "Brotherbrother" Xiao Shitou cried in fright.  "Little stone, don't cry, don't cry" Zi Baifeng gradually calmed down, and his reason slowly returned. When everything was desperate, hope suddenly came.At that time, Zi Baifeng didn't dare to let him slip away, and he didn't dare to be careless at all.  "Shh, hush, don't move, don't make a sound, listen." Zi Baifeng stretched out his hand to stop others from making a sound.  His face is now covered with snot and tears, and his expression is still sad, but also full of surprise, which is indescribably weird.  "Bai Feng, your father has passed away. He" Ziwu cried, "That's just your illusion." "Shh, don't talk." Zi Baifeng said, "I know the stages of grief.  I also know that at this time I will deny that my father is dead, but this is not it is not" From extreme sadness to extreme calmness, Zi Baifeng at that moment was terrifyingly calm, terrifying to the extreme, as if he was now  Inside his body is another person.  Zi Baifeng was originally two people.  "One has exceeded the limit of endurance and broken the strings of reason, and the other one has surfaced.  "Mom, prepare some water. Erhei, please help me support my father." Zi Baifeng picked up Zijian and carefully placed him on the bed. Then he asked everyone to calm down?  "Listen." However, no one could hear anything except Zi Baifeng.  There was only wood. He struggled to get up, walked to Zijian's side in a ridiculous posture, leaned against the bed, seemed to be listening to something, and then nodded randomly to Zi Baifeng.  "Look, the wood can hear it." Zi Baifeng said, "Really, there is really a sound." Everyone calmed down and listened carefully. Except for the occasional sob, the whole room was quiet.  Gradually, there seemed to be real sounds, slight, only once every ten seconds or so, low, like a giant stepping on the ground in the distance.  "Yes, I heard it!" Xiao Shitou screamed.  "Shh!" Everyone put their fingers to their mouths to tell him to shut up.  Zi Wu moved forward and got close to Zijian's chest.  There was a sudden "dong" sound that startled her, and then she took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.  "Dad, wake up, it's time to wake up, dad." Zi Baifeng pushed Zijian gently.  Zijian¡¯s hand moved.  "It's time to eat, it's evening, dad." Zi Baifeng said, with a hint of sadness in his voice, but also some hope.  In fact, Zi Baifeng was not sure whether he really heard the sound. He was really worried that it was just his hallucination, coming from his subconscious denial of the news of Zi Baifeng's death.  Isn¡¯t this the first stage of grief, denial?  He refused to admit the fact that his relative had passed away, always feeling that he was being lied to.  "Ah?" A voice came, and everyone looked at each other in confusion. No one was sure whether it was Zijian's voice.  "It's dinner, mother made braised pork." Zi Baifeng said.  "Mom knocked it over." Xiao Shitou corrected.  "There's still more in the pot," Zi Wu said.  "Pork? I want to eat pork." "Huh?" Everyone looked at each other again. They did see Zijian's mouth move, but no one could believe it.  "Dad, please get up, let's go eat quickly." "Aheat" Zijian grumbled and sat up from the bed.  "It's a fake corpse!" Xiao Shitou screamed, but was hit on the head by Zi Baifeng, and he immediately squatted aside with his head in his arms.  "Huh" Like waking up from a big dream, Zijian gradually opened his eyes.  In his eyes, a strange halo circulated.  He looked at Zi Baifeng and others who were standing in front of him with tears on their faces, and asked: "What's wrong with me? I seemed to have slept just now" "Dad, you died and you are alive again."  Zi Baifengxin said.
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