Assistant God of Life in Another World

At this moment, the scene was reversed.

In other words, in the last story, the image of a certain fragment, at this time, is presented in the consciousness of several people in the thousands of miles of Yanhuang City in the most intuitive way.

It was a haggard old woman with a blurred complexion, speaking, humming or rapping in a strange tone:

"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."

The image of the old woman was just a flash, and what was more, it was just that the words, which were intermittent and fragmented, seemed to be clearly flowing in the wind.

"This is the bridge of life and death. It is true that there are no dead bones under the bridge. In fact, there are no dead bones." [

That young man named Long Aotian murmured to himself with a serious expression, and then sneered again: "Since this bridge is called the bridge of life and death, it is inevitable that it will be difficult to cross it. If everyone can cross it , what else is it called the Bridge of Life and Death?"

After saying this, Long Aotian settled down, didn't think about it any more, and walked forward along the rope carefully, using both hands and feet.

This rope is not stable, it is always swaying, Long Aotian's movements are a little bigger, and the rope may be "swung" into the black river by him, so the young man is almost at the slowest speed, I am slowly moving forward.

The mighty Heihe, on the edge.Under the sky, the young man named Long Aotian was as small as an ant, and the speed at which he was advancing.It seems to be slower than the crawling speed of ants.

Desperately slow. ——

At this speed, when will it be the head?

sun.The sun, which is two or three times bigger than the sun in this world, rises, sets, sets, rises again, and even the moon changes from waning to full, but the Heihe is always mighty.marginal.

The boy's unspeakable climbing seemed meaningless.

The moxibustion of the sun, the invasion of dew, walking without rest, not to mention eating and drinking, dare not even sleep, when the sleepiness is the most extreme.The boy just closed his eyes slightly, and paused for a moment, but only for a moment.

There was no verbal explanation, but everyone understood why the young man didn't dare to sleep.Not to mention sleeping, maybe, just a nap, the hands or feet will be slippery, and then they will slip off the rope?

The sun and the moon reincarnate.In just a few dozen days, the young man was already unconscious.And her haggard appearance seemed even worse than that of the old woman before.

Tens of days, in the minds of everyone who saw this scene, seemed to be as long as ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years.

But on this day, when the sun rose again, something really desperate happened.

The previous climbs seemed hopeless, but amidst the despair, there was always a glimmer of hope.Although, that so-called hope is very slim.

But at this time, the rope broke... [

Only two or three steps ahead of the line of sight, the up and down rope was interrupted here, as if someone had cut it with a knife.The end of the rope is just hanging in the air like that.

Long Aotian, who was already like an ordinary old man, was dull for a long time before he could react, looking at the direction where the rope broke, he hesitated for a long time.

Climbing over bit by bit, Long Aotian slowly stretched out his hand, testing towards the front where the rope broke.

There may be something there, but it's just invisible, otherwise why can the rope hang in the air so strangely?

But Long Aotian was disappointed, or in other words, despair, real despair?

Ahead, there is nothing but nothingness.

The young man looked indifferently at the front, at the sky, at his feet, and at the back.

In front, there is a vastness, behind, a vastness.In the sky, there is a piece of green, and under the feet, there is a piece of "swaying".

Go to the sky, go to the ground, go forward, and return.

The road is poor and I want to return.

But the boy knew that there was no way back.

Before, the scene of jumping off the Tongtian Bridge still flashed before my eyes.Long Aotian stared blankly behind him, speaking silently.Not to mention that it is impossible to return to Tongtian Bridge, even now, does he still have the energy or courage to turn back and take a step or two?

Everything in the body has been exhausted as early as this journey.

The past events, or memories, came out one after another at this moment.

"Laughing up to the sky and going out, how can I be an ordinary person. Teacher, thank you for your painstaking efforts. But please allow me to find my own way. Neither your way nor my father's way is my choice."

It was a young boy who said so loudly to an old man.

Before, the scenes of the story were all as real.At this time, it turns into a black and white presentation.It seems that there is only black and white left in the whole world.

"Where are you from?"—"I come from everything."

"Who are you?"—"I am a person standing on the ground and looking up at the sky."

"Where are you going?"—"I want to go to the sky, but I will go to the sky."

As soon as the picture changed, the boy was still a boy, but there were many traces of wind and frost on his face, and the boy who was looking for him said so and so, facing three stone tablets on a small island.

The screen turned again, and the island was gone, and the stone tablet was gone.

With the extension of the bluestone stairs, at the end, there is only a small courtyard that looks very ordinary.

"Are you sure you choose this path? Once you enter this path, when you turn back."

"I'm sure."

"Okay, you chose to 'cut off the flow'. From now on, you are my disciple. Go down this ladder, and you will get what you want."

The next moment, the stairs suddenly disappeared.

The first foot is still a ladder, and the next foot is a vast world.

"There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth. Lonely and lonely, independent without changing, traveling around without perishing, it can be the mother of the world. I don't know its name. The name of strong is Dao, and the name of strong is Da. Da said Passing away, passing away means far away, and far away means turning back. Therefore, Tao is great, heaven is great, earth is great, and people are also great. There are four great things in the domain, and people live in one of them. Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the way, and the way follows nature."

"Heaven sends out murderous intentions, and the stars change places; earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise to land; human beings send murderous intentions, heaven and earth are reversed; heaven and man cooperate, and all transformations are established. Observe the way of heaven, follow the way of heaven, and respond according to heaven As for people, everything and everything is done here.”

In the wind and snow all over the sky, there was a voice, so faintly resounding.

The screen turned again, and the world was silent.

It was a man in Tsing Yi standing in front of a sitting old man.

"Since you have chosen this path, you will regret it someday. If you walk this path, you should uphold three things, which are courage, strength, and wisdom. Courage creates the heart of the sword, strength makes the edge of the sword, and wisdom makes the hilt of the sword. With courage, everyone can be humiliated. With strength and wisdom, the handle is given to others. These three things are the three essentials of the sword. The three must be gathered together before you can hold the sword, and with the sword in your hand, you can run rampant. You should keep it in mind .”

By the Heishui River, the western sky shines.

A stone tablet stood there as if it had been there since ancient times.

"A bridge flies from north to south, and the natural moat becomes a thoroughfare!"

"On the Tongtian Bridge on the Nether River, how many people passed by how many died?"

When the stele gradually blurred in the picture, the scene changed again, and it was a young man striding on a bridge to the sky.

"Young man, turn around and come here. After walking so far, are you tired? Come and have a rest!"

"Yeah, what a fool, or too young, ignorant! Tired and exhausted, in the end, what are you trying to do?"

"Whether it's good or bad on the other side of the bridge, I was going to cross the bridge. They must be too, but they betrayed themselves."

"Even if I have nothing in the end, I can't get anything, I still have to cross the bridge! I, Long Aotian, have the sky above my head and the ground under my feet. I was born to stand upright, but I definitely didn't come here to betray myself!"

……

The scenes on the bridge are presented one by one again.

Although the picture is black and white, what it presents is colorful things.

Then gradually, the Tongtian Bridge passed, and the boy jumped, and after that, he walked alone for a long time.

Suddenly, the picture changed abruptly, from the black and white of the previous memories or reminiscences, to a normal and real picture.

On the screen, the young man is so emaciated that it is hard to describe.

"Is this what I want?"

The boy looked up and down again, and murmured like this.This murmur, perhaps because of strength, perhaps because of depression and despair, or maybe both, seems extremely weak.

But this weak voice reverberated in the hearts of several people with the strongest gesture at the same time.

"Hmph, boy, what do you know, cross the bridge, what good can there be on the other side of the bridge, can it be better than here? Why do you want to cross the bridge? It's asking for trouble. Also, boy, let me tell you something nice, This bridge is very difficult to walk, don't look at the smooth and smooth road before, but this bridge will become narrower and narrower, and finally, hum!"

"Finally? What will happen in the end?"

"Young man, if you don't listen to our advice and keep going, in the end, you will regret it in the end."

During the screen transition, the haggard-looking young man muttered to himself: "Regret?"

"Do I regret it?"

"They are comfortable, maybe they can continue to be comfortable forever, but now I am in a desperate situation. I should regret it."

"But what did I do wrong?"

"I am right."

The teenager murmured, and then said it again: "I'm not wrong."

The first time, it was affirmative, but the second time, it has become firm, and then, the boy repeated it again: "I'm not wrong!"

This time, what the young man said was so short, so frustrating, and so loud, it seemed that he was no longer talking, but wanted to pour out his whole body and mind as a final cry.

"Death, yes, I don't regret it." After a while, the young man turned from madness to calm, and said softly as if talking to himself.

After saying this, the young man slowly closed his eyes, and then, he let go of the rope, turned around, poured out all the strength left in his body, and jumped towards the black river.

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