Assistant God of Life in Another World

In a word, the point is not the words, but who said the words.

In a word, the point is not who said it, but on what occasion that person said it.

At this time, here, we can expand this sentence pattern a little more—in a word, the focus is not on what occasion to say it, but on what environment to say it.

Now, what environment is this?

An environment where tens of thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of practitioners gather together;

The inductions of countless people are staggered and superimposed to form an environment where natural elements are banned;

The spirit, state of mind and even consciousness of countless people are stepping into a clean and condensed environment intentionally or unintentionally.

This is an environment that seems to have never existed in this world so far, because no one can gather so many practitioners together.This is also an environment in which Fang Tian is aware of some of the mysteries but basically does not understand it well.

But he knew that he could initially use this environment to do something, and that was enough!

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, a few people have walked a long way."

When Fang Tian's words were foreshadowed by the atmosphere before the story, and gently swayed in this thousand-mile domain, many cultivators, especially elderly cultivators, who have gone through difficulties, complications and twists and turns along the way, stopped Time, distant or near memories are broken, flooding the whole body and mind like a raging tide.

In a certain hotel, Mage Wayne, who had just joined the Mage Association, had his eyes wet for an instant, and then slowly closed them.

Long way?

How can this road be so long that it can be said to be exhausted?

When I was a teenager, how many times I was tortured by endless meditation, always thinking, rest, rest, just rest for a day!You can continue the next day!

Whenever this thought is reflected in cultivation.The teacher who has always been gentle and honest suddenly became extremely strict and mean. He didn't seem to be reprimanding, but just said coldly and lightly:

"Why, can't hold on anymore? Want to be a waste again?"

"You can't even persevere in normal daily practice, Wayne, do you know that your aptitude is not very good, and you have this kind of thinking, what does it mean?"

"There are many reasons for a person's failure to become a talent. But people like you are not even interested in taking a second look."

"..."

There are more times when the teacher doesn't say anything, just shakes his head, and a look of disappointment flashes in his eyes.Then he turned and left.

In middle age, the teacher passed away.

When leaving.The teacher did not express any emotion.He just said indifferently: "My teacher is at the seventh level, and now I am at the eighth level. Wayne, in the future, can you also break through my level like me and reach the ninth level?"

The teacher is not emotional.But he was suddenly emotional, as if he had returned to the age when he was just accepted as a disciple by the teacher, and burst into tears: "Teacher, I can. I can, I can go to level nine!"

Before I knew it, I was old, but I was still hovering at the seventh level.

Not to mention making a breakthrough at the teacher's level, I couldn't even reach the teacher's level. How many times did I ask myself over and over in my heart: "Am I really a waste?"

That kind of self-question, the more I ask, the less intense it becomes, but the more heartbroken it becomes.

It seems that the whole person is frozen, and even the slightest strength to move forward is gone...

In a certain mountain stream, another old magician clenched his fist tightly for an instant, and the next moment, the whole palm oozes blood, but the old magician didn't notice it at all, just remembered the little things along the way. .

Being ridiculed, humiliated, how many times he persisted tenaciously in the blow.

What I got was not praise and affirmation, warmth and comfort, but the eyes of the elders in the family became more and more cold, and even loathed and annoyed, "The third son, your heart is getting more and more withdrawn and cold, I said at the beginning that if he is like that, he should not be allowed to practice..."

Under a certain big tree, a thin old man's eyes were lifeless, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart, but on the ground, his two palms slapped the ground again and again, and the slap became more and more ruthless. harder and harder...

Happy families are similar, and unfortunate families have their own misfortunes.

In Fang Tian's previous life, a book called "Anna Karenina" said so.

Happiness is similar because the taste of happiness is always the same, very sweet and honey.

There are many misfortunes, because it is too easy to have such and such unsatisfactory things in life, such as family disharmony, mean elders, parents dislike, brothers are divorced, poor qualifications, bad luck, young and mad and make irreparable mistakes, middle-aged and down-to-earth. Unbearable pain, or only to find out at old age that the whole life is a mixture of bitterness, astringency, sourness or saltiness...

Too many unsatisfactory things accumulate in life.

Because I still have to live and move on, those unsatisfactory things are suppressed in the bottom of my heart, buried in the depths of my consciousness, and only appear occasionally when I dream back, but most of the time on weekdays, I make myself strong and indifferent.

Why be strong?It is because once you are not strong, so much bitterness and suffering in your life will all come out at once, and you will completely knock yourself down.

Why indifference?It is because of too many injuries, too many disappointments, too many ingenuity and deceit, and too much wind and rain and fatigue in the journey of life. All these things have already destroyed the little enthusiasm bit by bit. rinse off...

You and I are all mortals, born in the world;

Running around all day long, never idle for a moment.

Because mortals always have weaknesses.Because of weakness, there are always injuries.Because of injuries, there is always confusion.Because of confusion, there is always disappointment.Because of disappointment, there will always be a step by step toward indifference.Because of indifference, over time, I can't even touch my own truth...

Remember crying as a child?Remember why you cried?

Remember laughing as a teenager?Remember why you laughed?

Remember those frivolous and publicity?

Remember those setbacks and injuries?

Perhaps, too many people don't remember anymore.

Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you've forgotten.Life is always keeping those things that are intentionally or unintentionally forgotten firmly, only waiting for its owner to come to that dark corner one day and open up the dusty accumulation...

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, a few people have walked a long way."

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, nine of the ten comers die."

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, the dead bones under the bridge are gone."

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, how many undead are calling."

Ordinary words, ordinary songs, but in an unusual environment, in thousands of sober and expectant moods, all of a sudden, they become sharp knives, facing everyone who has gone through the twists and turns of life and the vicissitudes of time. stabbed in the heart of the person.

Then, memories emerge and consciousness immerses.

At the same time, because of the solemn and steadfast atmosphere of the Realm of a Thousand Miles, one side of the mind sinks into the sea of ​​consciousness, or sinks and floats madly or sadly, while the other side watches calmly and detachedly.

At this moment, every person whose memories came up seemed to be cut in half.

Half indulged in intoxication.

Half of them watched their own inversion, their own intoxication with great sobriety.

If Fang Tian knew all this, he would immediately realize that this is also Yin and Yang!

It's just that he doesn't know.He just felt that it was originally a pure and condensed area of ​​thousands of miles, and that the scene environment was like a clear and quiet lake. Gradually, it was like the wind returning, like a snow roll, and there were slight ripples, and there were slight ripples. Turbulence arises, as if a person was originally rowing a boat on a flat lake, but gradually lost his way, and the boat drifted into a vast ocean and wind and waves...

How about a boat caught in a storm?

Said: Don't stop, keep going, keep driving, drive to the place where the wind is high and the waves are rough, when the wind is calm and the sea is calm, drive to the place where you can indulge your mind and forget your feelings, and when you look back at dusk, you find that the heavy wind and waves have been left behind...

Therefore, after a slight pause, the narration continues and the story continues:

"The distant Heihe River looks far away, but it's even further away when you walk. Long Aotian walked for a long time, and the distance from that Heihe River didn't seem to get any closer. But the setting sun in the western sky was ruthless and indifferent during the process. The ground, sinking down little by little."

"What if it's dark and I can't make it there?"

"What if there's no bridge there?"

"If that old woman lied to me just now, I will be safe here, and I will be in danger when I get to the edge of the Black River. What should I do?"

"While Long Aotian was running towards the direction of Heihe, he was thinking about so many questions."

"Why do I think so? When did I become so fragile? This desolate and boundless wilderness is not a good place at first glance, otherwise why was I so miserable when I first came here?"

"Even if that old woman deceives me, I will go to that black river and have a look. See what kind of river it is, and see if there is a bridge on it!"

"Long Aotian thought in his heart, but his feet didn't stop at all."

"No matter how vast the sky is, it can be climbed by the heart, and no matter how far away the earth is, it can also be measured by the feet. Unknowingly, the desolate and seemingly boundless wilderness has been left behind step by step by Long Aotian."

"When the last setting sun in the western sky was about to completely fall into the valley, Long Aotian finally approached the river."

"Maybe it's going to be dark, maybe it's just like that. The river is deep and black, flowing silently. But looking far ahead, the sky is blue and the wilderness is vast, but the direction of the other bank can't be seen."

"It seems that the whole world, at this moment, has turned into this dark black river."

"What kind of river is this? Why is it so weird and frightening? If I accidentally slipped and fell, wouldn't I not even save a bit of bones? Long Aotian thought with horror in his heart, the endless darkness and completely invisible The blackness to the brim aroused great fear in his heart."

"It seems that this is not a river, but a boundary between life and death."

"The bridge of life and death, the bridge of life and death, I think this river is the river of life and death, but where is the bridge?" (to be continued...)