At the end of the Yellow Spring, the nine seclusions are bright.

The wild sand rolled up by the vortex is shrinking a little bit, and those who want to come in from the outside will be torn to pieces by the sandstorm almost immediately.

Rao is the gods and demons here, and there is no exception.

This is a peculiar phenomenon formed by the junction of yin and yang for thousands of years, and various auras are smashed and mixed.

The reason why Guanghan is okay is because he has a fragment of the divine mirror in his hand, and the absorption of the two divine souls of the Black Dragon Sirius has long been different from what it used to be.

And the young man in his arms, the remnant soul has not disappeared, and the remaining soul is still in the state of not entering the Three Realms and jumping out of the Five Elements.

"The story I want to tell is when I passed by the Yellow River during my lifetime and encountered it by the Yellow River."

Guang Han opened his mouth slowly, his voice unusually calm.

The blood and dust on his body and the injuries from the fierce battle seem to have nothing to do with him at all.

"There was a man who came out with the fleeing team, and with him were his wife, daughter, and son. At that time, many people could not survive the natural disasters, so they could only give up the land they cultivated, mix with the refugee team, and go to other places. I looked for a way to survive. But no, there was famine everywhere, and soon the bark and grass roots were cut off, so I could only eat Guanyin soil. Do you know what Guanyin soil is?"

The young man's fingers moved slightly.

Guang Han actually understood, but the other party meant he didn't know.

He explained: "This is a kind of soil mixed with rocks. When it rains, the water stays in the cracks of the rocks, and it is not easy to be dried when the sun is shining, so the nearby soil layers are gradually softened. This kind of The soil can be eaten, but it is not fatal, but it cannot be digested and excreted out of the body. Over time, it will cause abdominal distention and death. However, in the year of natural disasters, it is better to die from hunger than to die from starvation. Therefore, many people will continue to eat the Guanyin soil even though they know they will die. , until it swells to death."

The young man's lips moved, and he said softly, "Easy to change the child."

Guanghan: "Yes, if you don't want to be full, just focus on human flesh. If you don't dare to eat your own children, you can exchange them with others, but some children are so skinny that no one is willing to exchange them, so they can only eat by themselves."

The young man sighed.

This kind of thing has never been uncommon in all dynasties and dynasties. All beings in the world have a good life, and it is always a small part of the people, and the vast majority of them are suffering.

Even in a good year, you can eat enough at most, but if you are unfortunate enough to encounter the emperor's convulsions, the food fails to harvest, or someone in your family is seriously ill, the money for the medicine will be enough to overwhelm the family.

Being a human being, there are many sufferings, and these sufferings all test people's hearts and human nature.

"This man wanted to exchange his wife for food, but his wife was too thin and didn't want any teeth. He had to exchange it with someone else, and then ate the other's wife. He couldn't make a fire, so he could only ask his son to help. , the father and son are like this, find a remote corner and boil the water."

Speaking of this, Guang Han stopped for a while.

"Next, can you guess what happened?"

He has almost never told stories to others, his language is poor and clumsy, and he has not learned to teach himself how to sell tricks, but it is nothing more than to make young people sober and interact.

"Does the man regret it?"

Not surprisingly, the young man guessed wrong.

Guang Han said: "After the water boils, the first thing a man cooks is not the woman who was tied up by the five flowers, but his son."

The young man snorted with surprise.

The answer was really unexpected and unexpected.

"why?"

"Because the son still has the strength to help him make a hot pot, if the son is also hungry, the next one will definitely choose the old father to eat. For the sake of his own life, the father simply strikes first. As for the woman who was exchanged, she was tied up. I don't even have the strength to run."

Guanghan told a terrifying story in a plain tone.

"After he cooked his son, he forced his daughter to eat it. If she refused to eat it, he stuffed the meat into her mouth to prevent her from starving to death."

Youth: "...he doesn't even want his son's life, and he must not be someone who cherishes his daughter."

Guanghan: "Yes, after he had enough to eat and drink, he sold his daughter to a human tooth, exchanged for a small bag of grain, and went south with the woman in exchange."

Youth: "And then what?"

Guanghan: "I don't follow them anymore."

Later, they may get lucky and enter a town without famine before the food runs out, so the woman may be sold by him, but the woman's life can be saved anyway; Nothing can be done, so women can only become new two-legged sheep.

Whether the tragedy happens or not can only be seen by the sky.

But in a chaotic world, how can such a thing only happen once?

If Guanghan wants to save the woman, of course he can, he can even save the man before he can cook.

But the rations he brought at the time were only for one person. If he saved another person, it meant that he might not survive.

When such a heart-to-heart decision is played out in front of him again and again, he can only choose to stand by and watch.

"I have seen many such people, no matter how sane and compassionate they are at ordinary times, as long as a disaster can reveal their true nature. Such people are often the survivors of natural and man-made disasters, while those who are moral and benevolent are soft-hearted and soft-hearted. Yes, but died the fastest. It is because there are so many selfish people, like you, that there is no one else."

Guanghan looked at the person in his arms.

In the past, his only wish was to live. For this wish, he could turn his back on his biological father and turn to the army of the court.

But that was many years ago, very far away.

After that, he didn't have any strong desires, he was nothing more than floating grass, letting the wind come and go.

Going far away from the Great Wall and guarding the princess is just a return to the servant.

Huang Quan has been around for thousands of years, and he has never had any obsession. No matter how strong his strength is, he is strong enough to compete with Yanluo of the Ten Temples. He knows very well that he is still a lonely ghost in his heart.

Only this person...

Only facing this person, for the first time, he had a stronger desire.

"I'll tell you a story too."

The young man recharged his energy and regained a little energy.

He forced him to sit up by himself, but Guanghan didn't force him to sit up against the dead tree.

The dead tree is actually just a dead tree, and don't know how long it has existed here. It is half-dead and alive, but there is still a trace of vitality. It is so strong that it has become the only tree here.

"it is good."

Guanghan didn't realize that his voice was softer than ever before, he just subconsciously felt that he wanted to speak like this.

"Do you want to talk about the past?"

The young man smiled, neither saying yes nor no.

"On the Shangsi Festival, every family will go out for a walk and set off lights by the river. Some people also go with a lantern. This lantern is made by himself, and it is specially carved on it. It is different from other lanterns. He places the lantern carefully. He entered the river, watched it float downstream, and followed all the way. As a result, he followed. There were too many lotus lamps in the river. The young monk just bent over and embraced a river lantern. He took a wrong look and thought that the lantern was his own, so he hurried to catch up and asked the monk to return the lantern to himself. The monk held the lantern tightly in his arms and refused to Give him a look, and he feels more and more that it is his own lamp, and the two argue."

The young man took a breath, and Guang Han gently stroked his back.

"The monk asked him, are you sure my lamp is really what you are looking for? He said of course, I will never mistake my own lamp, it is unique. The monk said yes, then I will show you a look The man was stunned when he saw the lamp that the monk took out, because the lamp was ordinary, and it was indeed not the one he was looking for. Just as he was extremely embarrassed and was about to apologize, the monk suddenly pointed to the river and said, look , Are those your lamps? The man quickly turned his head to look, and was dumbfounded, because he found that there were densely packed lights floating on the river, all of which were carved lamps. He thought his lamps were the most special and beautiful, but In the end, it’s no different from other people’s lamps.”

Guanghan frowned and thought for a long time: "Did the monk use illusion?"

The young man laughed at his seriousness: "No, this is just a short story. This person thought he was the most special one, but in fact he is not. All living beings in the world, everyone is a unique individual."

Guanghan faintly understood what he was going to say, and this was to teach himself through the story.

"I never felt like I was special."

Youth: "I know, but you are always immersed in the memories of the past, and you can't get out. No matter how strong you become, you never look at yourself now. The past has passed, and I can go back a few lives now. The past events, but I don’t think those past events will have any impact on me now, at best, it’s just because of the increase in experience, which makes me more mature and more attractive.”

He intentionally made a joke, but Guanghan didn't laugh, because he found that the rest of the soul of the other party was already weaker than a candle, and it would be completely extinguished at any time.

At this time, no matter how much energy you pour into yourself, it will not help.

"Tell me another story, this time be a little happier." The young man said.

"it is good."

There is no happy story in Guanghan, the ups and downs in his long life have nothing to do with happiness.

But the way he racked his brains finally made the young man laugh.

The faint laughter stopped abruptly, and the young man's hand slowly dropped.

The expression froze at the moment of relaxation and peace.

His soul will finally disappear.

It was too late to say, but soon, a beam of radiance fell from Guang Han's hand into the young man's body.

Guanghan's movements didn't hesitate at all, which was obviously something he had thought about long ago.

The fragments of the magic mirror gradually merged with the soul, and the soul that was about to disappear gradually became clear again.

Guanghan could feel the body in his hands, and gradually changed from light and empty to warm and heavy.

The white light of the divine mirror rose suddenly, and suddenly flourished, directly enveloping the whole body, even Guanghan was submerged in the white light.

This kind of light is getting stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible to see anything clearly, but Guanghan seems to have expected this change a long time ago. He summoned the long spear, opened the way with the dragon's breath, and let the mirror light float in the void. On the other side of the mirror, the light wheel that belongs to reincarnation is reflected.

Guanghan had looked at the light wheel countless times, and he had countless opportunities to enter it, but he didn't.

But this time, he chose to give the fragment of the magic mirror to this person, and then send the other person into reincarnation.

This person's soul has not been healed and needs time to repair and heal his injuries. The magic mirror can protect him from being washed away by the torrent in the light wheel, and he will not return to the world until his soul is completely restored.

At that time, what greeted him should be a brand new life.

When everything is completed, the light tends to dissipate, and everything returns to tranquility, except Guanghan standing in the center of the storm, silent.

Before meeting him, I had never felt alone.

but now

Guanghan looked at the spear in his hand and asked softly.

"are you ready?"

The buzzing sounded, and the spear shook the soul, as if responding.