With the energy that I control, I will copy it again and again, and copy the lines he sees.

When this line is completely copied and introduced into one's own life, this becomes its own way.

"The tree grows for hundreds of millions of years, and it turns into a self, and I have Amethyst. Why don't you let Amethyst become a Tao tree? At that time, I am the Tao, the Tao which I made, and even let others Come to comprehend..."

Yi Yun suddenly produced this thought. This thought is extremely crazy. Even the twelve emperors who have been pursuing the lord have been pursuing this realm.

It seems to be a legend. Although countless people pursue it, it is feared that no one has ever succeeded in looking at the history of the twelve emperors.

Yi Yunxiu was still very low, and he suddenly had such a thought, and then this thought could not be restrained, growing like a wild grass.

This kind of thinking, if it is known by others, people will only laugh at him, but when Yiyun has Amethyst, which can control all the energy in the world, this is not necessarily impossible...

He controls his body's energy flow and slowly gathers the lines.

He looked at the leaves on the tree, time after time, and gradually, Yi Yun was immersed.

He felt like he was turning into this leaf, sensing the thickness of the tree and the wind blowing.

His thoughts gradually emptied, the leaves sprouted in the spring, and the autumn withered, as if the life of a person was short-lived. The leaves will not be sad, not painful, just moving gently with the wind.

Time does not know how long it has passed, Yi Yun has been sitting under the tree, except for occasional breeze to shake his hair, he did not move.

The Grey Sword Spirit has always been in the Temple of Enlightenment. He meditates on the knees and occasionally opens his eyes to look at Yi Yun, but Yi Yun is like a sculpture, and there has been no change.

After a few days, the white boy will also look at Yi Yun. When he sees Yi Yun meditation on his knees, there is no progress, and when the road tree has no vision, he is somewhat disappointed.

Although he does not look at Yi Yun, but after all, Yi Yun is also considered a descendant of the Pure Yang Jian Palace, he still hopes that Yi Yun is a little progress, at least not to go out to shame his master.

However, now, he does not know how easy it is to understand and understand.

"It’s been three months, and it’s said that it’s three years for the Temple of Enlightenment, which is equivalent to thirty years of understanding.”

The white boy shook his head, and the gray coat sword smiled and said: "You also know that three days is one year. It is only when you have some insights. You can actually say this. In fact, no one can sit under the tree. Forever three days is equal to one year, so high-speed comprehension, it is good to maintain ten days."

"Look, look at what he looks like when he wakes up." Gray clothing sword spirit is very optimistic, but the white boy is not so good mood, he said: "The road tree has no vision, how can it wake up? ”

The sun rises and the sunset, Yunjuan Yunshu, the grassland where the tree grows, in fact, besides the tree itself, the rest are ordinary and natural life. Yi Yun saw that the insects in the grass had spent a short life, the new wild grass broke out, and the world was reincarnation. Yi Yun had no sadness and no joy, just watching it quietly.

He seems to be a leaf himself, and spent his life as a leaf. The autumn was getting thicker, the leaves were yellow, and a gust of wind blew, falling off the tree and falling to the ground.

In the process of falling off from the tree, Yi Yun saw himself and saw the Tao. He seemed to realize too much.

His heart is more clear than ever, the vast world is like a wide open, Yi Yun slowly wakes up in the process of falling, he looks at himself closer and closer to the ground, and finally... he gently landed on the ground .

The feeling of down-to-earth is also the destination of life, so Yi Yunyan opened his eyes...

The world has returned to the vision of Yi Yun, or this grassland, or this old tree that is twisted and twisted. However, in Yi Yun’s eyes, this is all the same...

"He woke up!"

The gray-haired sword spirit eyes brightened. He waited for a long time and finally waited until Yi Yun woke up.

"It’s finally awake." The young man in white sighed. He looked at the ancient tree behind Yi Yun for the first time. He expected the tree to produce a little vision, although he knew that the possibility was extremely embarrassing, but still Subconsciously want to take a look.

The old trees are old, there is no reaction, there is no halo formed by the condensed avenues, and it is even more impossible to have any lines and sacred sounds.

Even in the breeze, the leaves of the tree have never been rustled.

No vision...

Although it has already been expected, such calm is still a feeling of loss.

The white boy was strong in spirit and wanted to ask Yi Yun what he had realized. At this moment, his sight suddenly solidified.

He saw... In the breeze blowing, a leaf on the tree of the road, like the autumn leaves, was gently plunged by the wind.

It just left the branches, like a green butterfly, floating in the wind, after a few rotations, fell to the earth, fell to Yi Yun.

Yi Yun did not look up, but already knew the leaves.

He gently reached out his hand, his palms up, and the leaves fell so lightly on Yi Yun's palm.

This scene, like in the enlightenment, Yi Yun itself as a leaf, at the last moment of life, falling into the dust, light, silent, this is the fate of the leaves.

However, this simple scene, but the white-shirt boy was shocked by the whole person, and in the white-shirt boy, the gray-shirt sword spirit also stood up.

Both of them are motionless like stone carvings, just looking at the leaves in the hands of Yi Yun.

The road tree is deciduous?

The Taoist tree has three thousand leaves. I don’t know how many years have changed. In fact, the owner of Chunyang Jiangong built the pure Yangjian Palace with the grassland growing by this tree. At that time, this tree had already had three thousand leaves, until now...

The gray-skinned sword spirit looked at the canopy, but saw the branch of the fallen leaves just now, and swelled a small sprout.

A leaf is falling, and a young shoot is born. This is something that he has guarded the tree for such a long time and has never seen it before.

And today, it happened.

It is no coincidence that the fallen leaves just fall into the palm of Yi Yun.

Yi Yun’s enlightenment did not give the Tao Tree any vision, but only let the Tao tree withered a leaf. Why?

Whether they are gray swords or spirits, they are not real life. Their understanding of the Tao is fixed at the moment of their birth, and their creators have given them insights. .

They can't understand why the tree leaves.

At this time, Yi Yun, gently pinching the petiole, the leaves slowly rotate in the hands of Yi Yun, like a small fan.

Falling away...newborn...

Yi Yun looked up at the buds on the treetops and gently pressed the leaves to the palms. Although it was withered, the leaves were still green.