"Power the first wise man? ！” The sage instantly remembered that when they first went out, he asked him, "So you lied to me again? You! " He pointed to the man-"You said you were not a dreamer!"
"The first teacher is the last generation of dream painters and the first generation of law breakers." The man said, "I am the third generation."
Sages have never heard that there is such a profession after death-"What is a lawbreaker?"
"It’s a butterfly"
"Speak human words!"
"It is the future, the past, the regret, the foregone conclusion, the overturning and the pure white bridge."
"…" The sage couldn’t understand a word, but there was a sensitivity that made him lift the Fenglin volcano across his chest.
The man, however, gently dialed the sage’s staff as if he didn’t like his tense appearance.
He said patiently-"The dreamer represents all the laws of the world, and the one who breaks them represents liberation and transcendence. It is a kind of breaking and sticking to stereotypes, breaking and standing like a butterfly breaking its cocoon to earn its way off the ground and go to heaven. He liberated the past and destiny, and surpassed himself. He was a great man when he went to a place where no one had been before."
"What about you?" The sage looked at him. "Are you leaving, too?"
The man asked him, "Does the sage know where this is?"
A wise man doesn’t know
The man said, "scientifically speaking, this is a negative positive coordinate knot, and when you know it, it is two vertical coordinate lines."
Being in the right place means that the world is in the present, which will lead irreversibly to the future.
"When negative is negative, it is changed by the fixed" past "method and the backward method."
"Being negative at the right time is being cracked by strange new stars, eroding everything." "Being empty is defensible, and finally being lonely against the dark future by ancestors of all ages."
"And here is the negative time-positive coordinate knot, but the other side is the imaginary dream world named by the ancients, and the place where the dreamers of past dynasties were in charge-the time stopped."
"The dreamer put a part of his life here to confront them from the other side, and the empty will eroded their lives. So did I. In the year when I took over the mantle of the former teacher, my life stayed forever at the age of 20, and my parents and children were sad and happy."
The sage finally said, "Do you know that the regret in the world is not a good dream, but a long death and a stay?" Then he sighed, "If I don’t leave, you will make me feel good after a hundred years?"
That remark was extremely subtle, but the sage heard it white.
"You are always used to thinking things so far away," the sage said. "Are you tired? Mr. Lin has more happiness in his life. Why do you want to think so far away? Besides, all descendants of God can live for a long time. It’s no problem that I’m still so handsome and able to fight …"
The man coldly interrupted him, "I don’t deserve to be your friend."
"You still bear grudges? I don’t hold a grudge for how many times you played me! My favorite fan have been snatched away by you! " The sage became angry when he said, "I sincerely want to be friends with you. Can you be an individual?"
"can’t"
As he spoke, the man turned and walked, chopping off the light that appeared around him with his old dream.
The sage followed him-"What are these?"
"It’s a memory." The butterfly swayed behind the man with a natural and unrestrained radian, and there was no wind or footsteps ringing. "The ancient dreamer named this place the dream world because all the memories in the world’s dreams are the memory lines intertwined for a moment, and the long night can be sunny and beautiful, and it can be lost by teenagers, farewell and reunion-"
"It’s all just vanity," he said, raising his hand and breaking a line.
"This is the memory of Shenyue Xiansaburo to me, and I can’t let him announce that the relics of Shenyue Penglai are here with me." He sighed again and said with a slight disappointment-"I have very important things to do, and I’d better not be remembered, especially troublesome people. Except for rare dreamers, all the memories of the world are just right."
"Me too?" The sage suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Of course," the man stretched out his hand and caught a thick blue light in the distance, then turned around and gave me a bright smile-"This is the memory of the sage. Oh, dear, I didn’t expect the sage to be so impressed with me."
The sage found that his blood was getting cold. "Don’t do this."
The man said in a gentle and cruel voice, "It’s not the first time we’ve met each other, so what’s the matter?"
The sage raised his staff again. He heard that he had changed his tune-"Lin! Rain! Ok! "
"You have so many followers of Mrs. Feather," the man shook his head and smiled. "I don’t lack a friend and I will be persistent."
"You are different!"
"I … I don’t even want to be a friend." The man shook his head but took back his old dream. "Well, since the sage is so reluctant, you can remember me."
But when the sage just put his guard down, just watched him put the light back in its original place, watched him walk slowly towards himself, and smiled with a spring breeze, the sage almost got a hug from a famous friend himself.
He did hug him.
But he put his hands around his shoulders and his fingers clicked-
The dream was drawn, and the slender blade crossed the colorful ratio with great obstacles, and accurately cut to the blue light that he had previously caught and let go.
The sage heard his banter ending-"I lied to you."
"fuck!"
Feather sage never knew that a person could go too far to this point. He remembered that he broke out with the greatest anger in his life at this moment-he pushed this false and pretentious foot and stamped his foot, and he flew out like an arrow. The illusionist flashed, the element teacher accelerated, the ranger blew, and the Yin and Yang teacher flew all his life. His anger condensed into a surge of strength and bounced his body beyond the speed of light.
Afraid of being shot down by magic, he dreamed that there would be a place to go, and he could rush out and grab the sword by himself.
A wise man is worthy of being a wise man who pierced the ceiling of the youth group.
The sword light was about to cut off the line, and the sage successfully intercepted him, holding the blade of the sword regardless of the length of the palm, and said, "Your joke is not funny at all."
"Oh, I lied to you." Xiao Crazy smiled even more brightly. He hid the bottom of the butterfly and reached out and grabbed a long line that was frosty, strong and dazzling-"This is the memory of the sage."
That color is just like his light, wind and moon.
Sages are going to be angry "you don’t do this! ！”
Crazy still laughs "unless the sage gives me a reason to remember me, count to three seconds. Oh, three-two-"
"Well," the man sighed, "I’m the last person to open my mind."
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