There's something wrong with my master.

Although the chess piece still has color inside, sooner or later, the entire chess piece will turn into nothingness.

"Tianyun, do you think I really want to be the sky?"

She just happened to be born here and took over this mess.

If possible, she would also like to reincarnate and become a wild creature in the mountains, even a bird or a butterfly.

But after she reincarnates, who will save this world?

Waiting for the next birth of Heavenly Dao consciousness?

This method might actually work, as that’s what the previous Tiandao did.

He calculated that sooner or later this world would be drained of its spiritual energy, gradually decline, and then directly reincarnate, and finally ascend to the immortal world...

Fortunately, there is still a glimmer of hope for this world. By casting a spell, the good and evil of all beings can be transferred to the heaven.

It should have taken billions of years for the Heavenly Dao to give birth to consciousness, but it only took millions of years for consciousness to be born.

Then he took over the mess in this world...

"If you can really forget everything, let go of everything, and walk to that illusory land, you may really be more suitable to become the sky."

The chess piece finally fell, revealing a man in a green shirt, carrying a sword, full of heroic spirit.

All those who practiced the Supreme Forgetfulness of Feelings in this world chose the white road at the crossroads. In their eyes, there was no distinction between high and low among all living beings.

Only she walked towards that nothingness.

"It was originally the spirit of a magic weapon. After being infected with immortal energy, it was reincarnated as a human. Finally, when the emotions were the strongest and most desperate, it practiced the Supreme Forgetfulness."

“That’s what made you who you are today.”

"I hope that one day you can really take over my job."

Tian stood up with a holy expression on his face. Suddenly, many scenes of men and women making love appeared in the pale space.

She looked at those who wanted to run away with the spiritual energy, and stuffed images of sexual intercourse between men and women into their minds while talking.

"Let you run."

"Run again."

"I can't tell if I really like you?"

"It's right that you can't recognize it."

"Think about it carefully, and stop thinking about ascending all day long."

"The one over there, without desire or need?"

"Oh, grind the mirror, Long Yang, I will make you free from desires."

"Neither men nor women like it?"

"In that Yun's storybook, it's the Sad Wind Divine Sect, right?"

"You don't like anything?"

"If you don't like anything, then go die. Let me find out what enemies you have made after all these years of training."

"I'll arrange for you to have a chance encounter with those enemies later."

"...The Hidden Immortal and the Heaven-Deceiving Formation, if I can't kill you, then I will kill your disciple."

There was still no sound in the pale space.

But that holy little face seemed to be full of words.

In the white eyes, that little bit of black tends to gradually deepen and spread.

As if she realized that something was wrong with her condition, she paused with her slender hand that was persecuting the monk who was undergoing tribulation.

The hint of black in the white eyes gradually disappeared.

She temporarily stopped the persecution and cast her gaze towards a carriage below, where a man and a woman were sitting together in the carriage, looking at each other.

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Chapter 100 I have an appointment with Qingshan

"Yunlang, I spent a lot of effort to snatch these few months."

"I know."

"I can grab more later."

"If it means losing your life, it's better not to do it."

"Yun Lang."

"Ah."

"I have also cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness of Love."

"..."

Yun Changsheng was slightly stunned. The woman who was resting her head on his lap smiled mischievously, stood up, and moved her face closer.

The two faces were very close, and after thinking for a while, the woman's lips just rubbed against his face.

"I ask you a question, and you answer it. If it's not true, you don't have to tell me, but you can't lie to me."

"……Can."

"How do you feel about me now, love?"

"..."

"Like it?"

"..."

"Have a crush on me?"

"Yes." Yun Changsheng thought of the decades of waiting and Zhu Guang's figure, and finally nodded and responded.

"You really are... You're not willing to lie to me even now." Rong Xiaoyu pointed at his head with a finger, his tone a little angry.

"It's been more than a hundred years, and I just have a crush on you. Yunlang, is your heart made of iron?"

Yun Changsheng felt very wronged when he heard this.

Who would fall in love with someone else when they are deeply in love with someone?

The carriage was driving on the street, and the men and women in the carriage were silent and did not speak.

The woman rested her head on the man's thigh, staring at his chin, lost in thought.

"I know you feel guilty. After I told you that I also practiced Supreme Forgetfulness, you felt even more guilty."

"But guilt and affection alone are not enough."

"It's only a few months, Yunlang, and I want more."

"Whatever you want, I'll try my best to give it to you."

Yun Changsheng's voice was gentle. As for why Rong Xiaoyu practiced Tai Shang Wang Qing, he could naturally draw the conclusion based on what had happened recently.

After hearing that Rong Xiaoyu practiced Tai Shang Wang Qing just now, he felt even more guilty.

But if you think about it carefully, this seems to be a good result?

He will forget it in a few months, so he dare not think whether Rong Xiaoyu will wait for him silently like before.

Being unable to let go of a dead person and waiting for him/her passionately will not lead to good results.

From him, to the old monk who had forgotten everything, to Langya Heaven, only God let go, welcomed Lu Yan, and lived together.

However, if one practices the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions, he will be no different from a dead person in terms of emotions. No matter who comes, there will be no result.

Even if Lin Duoduo was resurrected, it would still be the same.

Rong Xiaoyu's foolish waiting was destined to produce no results.

This is fine now.

Although people who are too sentimental may have little emotion, this is still a path to heaven.

"You'll give me whatever I want?" Rong Xiaoyu confirmed again.

“I will give whatever I can.”

"I remember you and your wife made a promise that she would return when the vision of the immortal appears."

"There was indeed such a promise, but she broke it. Also, this promise was due to some of my thoughts, so the failure was expected."

Yun Changsheng nodded in acknowledgment, not knowing what she was going to do.

Rong Xiaoyu raised her hand and touched his eyebrows, then looked at his eyes which were trying hard to look affectionate, and smiled.

He was trying to fall in love with her, perhaps because of his wife's instructions, or perhaps because he was moved.

"Can I ask you for a promise?"

"It's best to have a promise that can be fulfilled quickly, or one that has nothing to do with love."

Yun Changsheng spoke hesitantly, but still nodded.

Otherwise, after forgetting, even if you still remember the promise, you should still choose to fulfill it, but there may be some problems with the way you fulfill it...

For example, if he agreed to marry Rong Xiaoyu, it is really possible that after the marriage and the ceremony, he would immediately run away to practice.

As for his wife... he probably knew that there was such a person, but the identities of wife or companion were actually as meaningless as those of any other person on the street.

Rong Xiaoyu has cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness, and it will be the same in the future.

By that time, the two Taoist companions were both cold and spent most of their time practicing motionlessly.

I wouldn't think of meeting you for hundreds or tens of thousands of years, and if I did, it might just be a coincidence when I went out...

“I don’t know what happened to those who practiced the Great Forgetfulness in the end. Those who practiced to a high level have already ascended to the Immortal Realm.”

Rong Xiaoyu looked at Yun Changsheng with eyes full of heroism, and after thinking for a moment, he continued.

“Perhaps this technique will eventually help to relieve the state of oblivion.”

"Maybe one day we'll get our own feelings back."

"When that time comes, you won't have a Taoist partner, and I won't have one either, so we can just be together, okay?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Yun Changsheng expectantly, and then added: "You don't have to agree directly, just follow your heart."

Yun Changsheng did not agree directly.

Rong Xiaoyu added an assumption before this question, so he also has to give an answer within the scope of this assumption.

Instead of constantly emphasizing that it is impossible, the highest state of forgetfulness is irreversible.

If one day we can become like ordinary people, with seven emotions and six desires, then neither of us will have a Taoist partner...

"Being with a woman you like should be a pleasant thing."

He thought of Lin Duoduo.

From having a liking for someone to liking him/her, to loving him/her, loving him/her deeply, and finally being unable to let go.

Rong Xiaoyu got the answer she wanted and smiled happily.

If it weren't for this damn Tai Shang Wang Qing, this man who had completely let go of the past might have really tried hard to be with her.

Even if it's just for the sake of feeling touched and guilty, he is willing to give it a try.

Of course, if he hadn't been too sentimental, this man might not have been able to let go and would have continued running on the road to saving his deceased wife.

"Brother Lang, what if you have a Taoist partner by then?"

“…I don’t think so.”

Yun Changsheng looked at himself and thought that he was not such a casual person.

What’s more, one has cultivated the supreme state of forgetfulness of emotions.