"Li Yinshen, the description is quite appropriate." Li Yinyang said.

Since childhood, he has caused a lot of trouble because of this mouth, so now he has no feelings for these verbal matters.

"Okay, let's go in as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no seat in a while." Jiang Ning smiled, not continuing the topic.

The two followed the crowd into the white mist.

As soon as the white mist entered, Jiang Ning felt a chill, and his skin was instantly covered with many fine water droplets.

"Li Yinyang, you can't see anything in front of you."

The thick fog blocked the view, making people unable to see the road ahead at all. Jiang Ning had to ask Li Yinyang to see if he had any good solutions. However, when he finished asking, there was no movement behind him.

Jiang Ning turned around and there was nothing behind him except the white mist that covered his eyes.

He tried to shout a few more times, and reached out to test around for a few more times, but the result was still the same.

"It seems that this white mist should be a certain formation that will separate the people coming in." Jiang Ning himself also studied the formation, so he was not panicked.

He looked in front of him and saw a few breaths, the white mist in front gradually dissipated, and a simple stone bridge emerged from it.

The stone bridge spans the abyss and is mottled, as if it has experienced thousands of years of storms.

At the bridgehead, a bluestone stele stood alone. Jiang Ning looked closely and saw three words engraved in the words of his ancestors. He didn't know much, but he could still confirm it half-make half-guess it. It was written as "Ask the Heart Bridge".

Jiang Ning walked slowly over and could feel a sense of pressure when he approached the stone tablet.

The pressure does not work on the body, but in the heart. This feeling is like an adult encountering a hungry tiger in the wild, or like a person staring at the cliff on a stormy night. This fear and desolation arise from the heart makes Jiang Ning feel the urge to give up living and jump directly from the bridge.

He was shocked and sweated coldly and retreated repeatedly.

"It's so scary. If I had never entered the realm of a cultivator, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hold on to this sense of loneliness and despair just now and jumped. No wonder the old man said that there would be life-threatening. I guess there were already many people who would jump down here."

Jiang Ning guessed right. At this moment, many people had fallen in the white fog, and these fallen people had no chance to stand up again.

Jiang Ning breathed a long breath and calmed down for a long time before suppressing his emotional fear.

He walked towards the stone bridge again.

If you want to restore your cultivation, you must cross the stone bridge if you want to survive!

Withstand the pressure in his heart, Jiang Ning came to the front of the bridge. Just as he was about to step out and step onto the stone bridge, a low murmur came faintly from the bridge.

I can't hear clearly what the content is, but it looks like the sound of the Great Dao and Sanskrit.

Jiang Ning did not hesitate and fell on the stone surface. In an instant, the clouds and mist on the bridge changed, and countless blurred figures appeared in it.

There are young children kneeling on the ground and begging, enemies holding swords facing each other, men and women crying in embrace each other, and old men wiping tears silently at the back of leaving. At this moment, all the world emerged, squeezed on this not-so-wide stone bridge...

Jiang Ning knew that these were all phantoms, so he didn't care and began to strode forward.

Suddenly, he felt something grabbing his pants.

Looking back, I saw that the kid who was kneeling on the ground was holding her with her dirty little hands.

"Please, please give me some food, I'm going to starve to death."

Jiang Ning frowned. He didn't expect that the illusion here would be so realistic, but even if it was true, he had no choice.

He had no food on him, and Jiang Ning was about to ignore it and continued to move forward, the young boy said again: "Master, please, I haven't eaten for a long time."

The child's voice was very weak, and the force of pinching Jiangning's trousers was much smaller than before. Jiangning could break free with just a little force.

"I don't have anything to eat for you." Jiang Ning was a little impatient, but he did not break free, but let the young child continue to pull him.

It's just an illusion, there's no need to waste his time, but the next moment, he keenly discovered

The young man's eyes were always staring at his left hand.

Looking along his eyes, Jiang Ning found that a meat bun appeared in his hand at some point.

"I'll fuck your mother!"

The sudden appearance of this bun made Jiang Ning unaware of it.

"Okay, I'll give it to you."

He didn't want to get too entangled, and the appearance of the meat bun made him feel a little strange.

But just as he was about to give the buns to the young child, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

The appearance of this idea is as abrupt as the appearance of a bun, but it is also true.

That is, as long as you give it to the bun, you will die immediately. There is no reason or any easing, and you will die!

Jiang Ning's hand was stiff in the air, and he hesitated.

He did not doubt the truth of this idea, because this is the bridge of inquiries, everything here is very strange, full of the threat of death.

Jiang Ning let out a sigh of relief. If he gives the bun, he will die. If he doesn’t give the bun, the child in front of him will die. How to choose?

Children die without relatives and for no reason. After all, no one is a saint and cannot sacrifice themselves to help others.

Jiang Ning withdrew his hand and stared at the young boy condescendingly. Slowly, there was a struggle in his eyes.

For some reason, on the face of this young child, he saw himself, the sufferings he had escaped from the sea of ​​life and death, and all the despair he had experienced.

These despairs made him unable to bear to turn around and leave, but wanted to give the buns to the young children.

But once you give it to me, you will die and disappear from this world. There are still many things you have not done, many wishes you have not settled, many promises you have not fulfilled, and the ending of dying alone cannot be accepted...

People always find many excuses to live and make a reason for death.

Give it or not?

At this moment, it became a demonic obstacle in Jiang Ning's heart.

If he cannot get out of this demonic obstacle, he will forever sink into this bridge of thought, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...

The fog on the bridge was accompanied by the murmuring under the bridge, Jiangning stood here like a sculpture, and the young children seemed to have quieted down, without saying or urging, just waiting for Jiangning's choice.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe not long, maybe it was a long time, Jiang Ning closed his eyes and hid his struggle in his eyes.

He took a deep breath of cold mist before he slowly opened his eyes.

"Ask the Heart Bridge, ask the Heart Bridge... This is not a child, it is clearly his own heart."

"If you give it, I will die on this bridge, but if I don't give it, I will die in my heart when I turn around."

He understood the true meaning of Wenxinqiao.

The pale and weak child in front of him was not an illusion at all, but Jiang Ning's own heart.

So the question given by Wenxinqiao is to let Jiangning choose.
Chapter completed!