Grasping Evil

Ning Fan looked up at the moon and looked down at the water.

The bright moon in the night sky is still chaste, and the moon shadow in the water waves is broken with the waves.

The bright moon above the head does not move, so it should be real.

The moon shadow in the water is fragmented, so it can only be a shadow, it is false

And the false moon shadow, the reason why it will appear, is because the moon is empty.

"What is illusion? 'Virtual' is the reflection of 'true', born of 'true' is the sentiment of my days. I realized this, my understanding of the virtual word can really be a glimpse Level is just"

The water wave gradually calmed down, and Ning Fan stood on the bridge, bowed his head, looked at the re-condensed moon shadow in the running water under his feet, and looked at his own reflection in the water.

He looked at his reflection, and the reflection also looked at him, and his eyes met.

Only one moment, Ning Fan’s head slammed and suddenly raised his head, as if he had realized something, and could not see through it.

Ning Fan looked back and looked behind him. The moonlight is bright and clean, and the fishing is brilliant. It shines on him, leaving a dark shadow on the bridge behind him.

The reflection in the water is false, but the shadow behind it is real.

"Virtual Shadow Reality"

He calmed down and re-visited the night of the water town, but he did not have any thoughts and emotions. His eyes were only faint.

"What is virtual?"

He gently asked this question again.

But this time, I asked myself, but it is very different from the meaning of the first question.

The first time I ask myself what is imaginary, what is asked is false, and Ning Fan’s answer to myself is that all the reflections produced by the real thing are false.

But when he saw his reflection in the water, he was suddenly lost. And seeing the shadow behind him, but more confused, once again issued a second question.

This second question is still asking what is vain, but what is asked is not imaginary, but true.

When Ning Fan met with the reflections in the water, his mind suddenly rose into a thousand minds.

"You stand on the bridge and look at the water. The reflection in the water is also watching you. You think he is your shadow, but he thought you were his shadow."

"You are thinking about whether the reflection is false, and the reflection may be thinking about your authenticity."

"You cast a goose warm stone and alarmed the lake. The lake has a soft wave and a broken reflection, so you think the reflection is false."

"But in the perspective of reflection, he also cast a pebbles, shattering the water under his feet in the eyes of the reflection, whether your figure is also projected on the lake, broken with the waves"

"The virtual shadow, is it really false?"

"And the world I am standing in is really real?"

"Who is the reflection of who!"

"Who is who is really imaginary!"

"Who is the shadow!"

Ning Fan stands in the water of Xiaoqiao, and he hopes to focus on the night, and his heart is intertwined.

He gradually couldn't tell who himself and the reflection were objective, but because of this, his perception of imaginary suddenly increased a lot!

Everyone was born in heaven and earth, and they all thought that they were objective and true, and their own shadows were false.

This is a preconceived idea.

No one has ever thought about it, whether it is a shadow, and the other world in the mirror and the lake is real.

Ning Fan’s second question, the feelings touched are too esoteric, and the truth of the truth contained in it is not what he can see today.

Ning Fan does not know that his second self-examination has touched the problem of the heavenly series, and this is not the current he can understand.

He recalled that he had been from the past of the Emperor of the Purple Emperor. He thought that the world in which the Emperor of the Purple Emperor was located was a dream, a fantasy, a false world that existed in illusion.

Therefore, he also regarded the days of living with his mother and paper crane as a dream.

But now I want to come, will the magical world where Zidou is located is real, and the four days and nine circles he is in are dreams.

Ning Fan gently sighed, these problems he wanted, but could not see through.

He faintly understands why the seven monks in the first step of the monastic pursuit of longevity, and the second step of the monk clearly has the life expectancy of the immortal immortal, but still struggle to pursue the truth.

The monk in the first step of the monastic eagerness to live forever.

The monk in the second step of the monastic eager to get the truth, perhaps only in this way, can get rid of the fate of the reflection!

"Peeping at the virtual, seeing the virtual is the virtual question, seeing the virtual is not virtual"

Ning Fan muttered to himself, he could not give the answer to the second question, but his emptiness sentiment has really reached the level of questioning because of the virtual and non-virtual, not like the Star Palace, but just knocked it off by chance. Ask the door to the virtual bottleneck and control a emptiness.

Do not rely on any opportunities and accidents, nor rely on any sensation of imaginary power, relying on one eye, one heart, to understand the context of the virtual.

At this moment, Ning Fan looked up at the dark night sky, and his eyes were deep enough to be able to tear the space, as if he could see the empty space under it.

Every force of the void has a unique vein.

Perceiving every different context, you can control the power of the void.

Along the path of each of the different voids, the forces of millions of emptiness are connected together to condense the sea of ​​void.

And if the mana is sufficient, then the moment when the sea of ​​the void is set, it becomes a breakthrough and becomes a rushing monk.

"Chong Xu!" At this moment, although Ning Fan’s feelings of emptiness have not reached the emptiness, they have already seen the road to rushing.

As long as you follow this road all the way to the virtual, one day, Ning Fan can break through the realm of emptiness!

"The eyes of this Xiongtai are really good. It seems that I have touched the avenue of emptiness. The younger brother Liu Yuyue, from the tree world, I don’t know how this Xiongtai is called."

I don't know when, behind Ning Fan, there was a man in a green shirt with loose hair and long hair. He smiled like a spring breeze, and his manners were extraordinary and he was very polite to Ning Fan.

Ning Fan stopped feelings and his eyes were slightly moved. Turned to the green shirt man a fist, but his heart was surprised.

Unexpectedly, he would meet a foreign monk outside the tomb.

And this monk is not a person in the rain, but a monk in other interfaces!

"Rain, Ning Fan!"

Ning Fan carefully looked at the young man in the green shirt. This young green shirt is naturally a smashing soul into the emperor's tomb, and the soul is also the only way to repair the veins.

However, from this person's judgment, Ning Fan determined that the cultivation of this person's deity is at least not lower than the realm of refining.

And look at this person's breath, it is clearly a magical creature of willow tree.

Trees can not only be built into a tree demon, but also a tree demon, and this will be a tree demon! From one of the nine worlds!

"The original Xiongtai comes from the rainy world. Fortunately, it will be fortunate. Liu also thought that Ning brother and Liu were both accidentally getting Lei Yuling, and they were able to cross the borders and enter the tomb of the fallen emperor."

"It turns out that Liu Yu's Lei Yuling is an accidental income. I don't know Liu Xiu finds Ning, what advice?" Ning Fan thought about the other party's intentions.

"I saw Ningxiong's independent wooden bridge. One stop was a few days. It was actually in the virtual, and I was amazed in my heart. Then I gave birth to a heart and wanted to sit down with Ning Xiong. It is not the opposite. Liu entered the imperial tomb. It is only for the sake of understanding. "Liu Yueyue smiles and is courteous, is a true modest gentleman.

"Do you want to talk about Daoyou?"

"What is the virtual!" Liu Yuyue suddenly asked questions, the eyes are like the moon, the twinkling of Qi Hui.

He asked this question only, looking up at the night moon, revealing the color of confusion.

Ning Fan knows what it is, and knows what Liu Yuyue asked is the question he asked himself for the first time.

"Virtual is a true shadow, because it is true and false. Because there is light, there is darkness. Because there is truth, it is false. Just if Ning is standing on the river, the reflection in the river is my virtual! And I should be true. This is my answer for a few days, but now I have a different view on this answer."

"Oh? Would you like to hear the details?" Liu Yuyue was greatly appreciative of Ning Fan's point of view. He was the first to hear that someone compared the virtual to the true shadow. This is not the case in the smelting of the tree world. People have this insightful insight.

Just heard that Ning Fan has another high opinion, Liu Yanyue immediately listened to his ears, for fear of missing a word.

"Virtual is a true shadow, really, not necessarily a virtual shadow. Who is the shadow of one, can't make it clear, at least to the realm of Ning, now, can't see Liu Xiong and look at the water under his feet, you look at the reflection in the water You can really be sure that you are real, and is it false?"

"Who is the shadow of who can't say it!"

Liu Yuyue listened to Ning Fan’s words, his head slammed, and his life was there, looking at the flowing water and reflections under his feet, and the confusion in his eyes was increasing.

He had seen Ning Fan Wu Xu, so he gave birth to a heart.

Although the question was raised, I did not expect that Ning Fan’s answer would be so shocking.

Ning Fan not only compares the virtual to the true shadow, but also asserts that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. This kind of argument is the first time that Liu Yuyue’s life has been heard.

He couldn't think about it along with Ning Fan's thoughts. Will he be a shadow, and the world in the water is the real world?

With such a thought, Liu Yiyue’s heart was shocked, and he only felt that his life’s feelings about the virtual words were just empty talks. He never thought that he was false. Is this possibility really there?

"The Taoist opinion is unique, and the moon is self-proclaimed. But there is still a second question in the month of the moon!" Liu Yanyue held a second fist, and his eyes showed a true respectful color.

He asked the second question only, the eyes did not look at the moon, but look at the water.

Ning Fan would like to know that the second question he asked was exactly the one he had thought about before.

"The second question of Liu Xiong is not true, but true."

"Ning Fan can have an answer?" Liu Yanyue reveals the color of expectation, and hopes to get the answer from Ning Fan again.

"Sorry, I don't know what is true. But I have studied under a strong man. He once said that the world is true and false. Why do you have to distinguish it! Really only in one mind!"

At the beginning of Liu Yuyue, I heard that Ning Fan did not know the answer to the second question.

After listening to the second half of Ning Fan’s sentence, it’s like a sigh of relief.

"Reality is only a good thing in a mind. It’s only in a thought! Although Ning Xiong did not answer my second question, it gave me a good answer. But Liu has a third question, what is virtual!"

When Liu Yuyue asked the third question, he did not see the moon, nor the water, but the night of the sky, his vicissitudes.

Ning Fan is silent, he knows that Liu Yanyue’s third question is not true, nor virtual, but avenue

"Liu Xiong is in the same phase. The road is the sky, it is the true immortals, but also to exhaust the whole life but to explore, how does Ningmou know the answer. Instead of thinking about the fascinating avenue, it is better to live in the present. When the night comes back The road you and I have traveled is the way I wait!"

"The road that passed is the avenue." Liu Yuyue's fascinating gaze gradually became clear, and once again looked at Ning Fan, he showed a sigh of expression.

"Ning Xiong is talented and wise, answering three questions in succession, Liu Mou admire. If he comes to the tree world, he must go to the snow willow temple, and Liu will definitely meet the sweeping table! This is Liu's 'sense of knowledge', This order, Ning Xiong can enter and exit the Xueliu Magic Hall, no one will stop! Leave a message!"

Liu Yanyue once again respected the fist and shook his body, and took a glimpse of the soul away from the tomb.

Ning Fan looked at the dawn of Liu Yuyue's departure, thoughtful. A detailed explanation of the palm of your hand.

This kind of token is a kind of powerful monk condensed by the power of God to prove identity.

This token can be contained in the sea and is convenient to store. Another advantage is that it can be brought out of the tomb.

There are only four words on the gods, but these four words make Ning Fan deeply shocked.

‘Snow Willy!’

That Liu Yanyue, is one of the three great emperors in the tree world, Xueliu Mo Huang, is a real broken emperor!

"I don't think I accidentally established a friendship with a broken tree." Ning Fan shook his head and gave a little sneak peek. The token immediately turned into a light and fell into the sea.

His eyes swept through the night, and Ning Fan was silent, walked down the bridge and walked through the night in the water town.

On both sides of the river, there was a drum and a laughter on the boat.

During the breath, it is a moist and floating breath, with the aroma of rape.

The night is gone, the morning light is slim.

Ning Fan walked under the thinly woven thin tile, looking at the print of the blue brick under his feet, looking at the Pinghua floating in the pottery jar.

Holding a pole flute, walked through the clear lake covered by a piece of reed, walked through a house of Mingwa, and walked through a cluster of cautious bamboo repairs.

One day, two days, three days

Ning Fan walks all the way, all the way to encounter some spirits and monsters, then all the way to kill, do not provoke mood.

As time passed by, his soul was repaired and climbed.

Six layers of veins, seven layers and ten layers.

Ning Fan stood in a mountain and recalled the scene of breaking through the spirits of the year.

At that time, he was able to break through the time of the seven plums with a golden Dandao fruit.

Roar!

On the top of the mountain, several giant bears and monsters have their own ten-layered cultivation, and they are killed by the people.

Ning Fan did not return, only to pay for the flute, and freely harvested the life of several bears.

The swallowing of the bear blame, the weak body of the soul, broke through the spirit at this moment!

"It’s the same as it was in the past."

Ning Fan’s eyes are more and more recollected, and he flies down the mountain in one step. After the melting of the spirit, his sorrowful soul has been able to fly.

He used to play snowballs that he had not used for many years, just like walking in the sky.

He flew high over nine days and went straight to the middle of the field. He was shocked by many foreign beasts that could not be seen.

Among these fierce beasts, there are the early, middle, late and even peaks of the spirit, but as long as there is no one under the Golden Dan, no one can block the fate of the flute!

laugh! laugh! laugh!

That tube of flute fell in the hands of Ning Fan and became a magic weapon.

Ning Fan kills all the way, kills tens of thousands of savage beasts, and repairs all the way up.

At the beginning of the spirit, the middle of the spirit, the late stage of the spirit, the peak of the spirit

Near the breakthrough of Jin Dan, Ning Fan recalled that all the way to break through the Golden Dan killing.

I remembered the love of Huoyun’s ancestors, remembered the humiliation of Dajin, and remembered the killing of the sea.

I remembered a sentence in the past!

Don't ask for longevity, don't ask for vertical and horizontal, just ask for your reflection!

"Golden Dan", he shines in a flash of light, and the momentum is so big that he has already broken through the Golden Dan!

It seems that a stream of light rushed into the end, and immediately alerted countless midfielders!

In the middle of the domain, most of the undead have been repaired in the body, one by one is not low, there is no shortage of Jin Dan Yuan Ying, and even the god.

Ning Fan tends to go to the poor mountains and waters. Every time he walks in a field, he will be besieged by a dead soul in a field, and he will kill a monk in the field!

Every time you kill an undead, you will get a thunder.

The repair is a step by step upgrade, reaching the middle and late stages of Jindan, and the peak is once again close to the Yuan Ying period!

Under the night, Ning Fan walked through the **** sea of ​​the corpse, walked out of a valley of undead, and looked at the top of the moon, recalling the decisiveness of the time when the baby was born!

I remembered the tenderness of the paper crane, and I remembered the distressed devil.

You are the devil who I can't lose in my life.

"Yuan Ying" Ning Fan served countless Lei Guo, repaired to break through Yuan Ying at this moment.

Although there are Yuan Ying and the gods of the gods in the middle domain, they are not widespread.

Ning Fan can't get the fruit of the gods into the gods and smelt through mass killings like the breakthrough of several realms.

He flew directly into the middle field, no longer killing, and flew to the place near the gods.

He no longer concealed his anger, and the undead who met along the way, one by one, perceives the imposing manner of Ning Fan, and they are all trembled and dare not attack Ning Fan again.

Ning Fan is outside the domain of the gods, perceives the unusual fierceness in the gods, and gently gathers his footsteps.

He is not prepared to enter the domain of the gods. If there is a demon soul in the realm of the gods, he will enter the domain of the gods and only be destroyed.

It has been several months since I entered the emperor's tomb. The outside denomination should be almost as good.

Ning Fan entered the emperor's tomb as a part of the soul, and finally passed through the outer domain and finally went to the periphery of the gods. His initial exploration of the goal of the emperor has basically been reached.

Next, it’s time to leave the emperor.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the night, Ning Fan has the heart to stop the water.

It’s true or not, he doesn’t care about it.

What he cares about, only those people, those things, those obsessions

It’s like a smoke, and it’s a smile. He looked calmly at the moonlight, but his mood was close to the avenue.

He suddenly raised an impulse to pick up those memories and ignite the moonlight!

Moonlight is difficult to find, it is impossible to ignite

But Ning Fan has a strange feeling, as long as he thinks, he can ignite the moonlight!

This road is not nothing. At least Ning Fan has gained enough insights, and these sentiments are enough to make him once again create a spell!

He looked at the seemingly illusory moonlight, and suddenly stood proud of the mountains and fingers.

"Maybe I can create a kind of smoldering technique before leaving." Ning Fan smiled lightly. If he incorporated this sensation into the Tao, he could ignite the moonlight! Ignite nothingness!

He hasn't realized how terrible magical powers he can create with his own spells.

And what kind of broken and strong, almost scared by this technique

Outside the troll family, a gray-faced old man with a arrogant face, with a rain imperial order, suddenly came.

"The old man is in the air, and he is ordered to come to convey the will of the rain emperor. Where is Zhou Ming, the speed is coming out!"

He didn't have a big voice, but he was immersed in the momentum of a broken sky and shocked the whole troll family!

His eyes have a hint of coldness. He heard that the red demon king he was proposing was dead in the hands of Ning Fan. It seems that he needs a little lesson today.

"Where is Zhou Minghe!" Yundao sighed coldly, and a heavy northerly breeze was squandered by him, and the mountain and river collapsed. (To be continued. Please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better and faster!)