Chapter 162 The Avenue of Wine

"Wine fairy... sword gourd..." the boy muttered to himself.

Yun Ying stared at the sword in the boy's hand and said gently.

"Sword in wine, fairy in sword..."

As Yun Ying's voice fell, the bamboo sword in Wang Xianxian's hand burst into green light.

Then, it flew out of the boy's hand and jumped into the wine fairy gourd.

In an instant, the gourd burst into colorful light, like a peerless jewel, dazzling.

Looking at the rainbow-like colorful light, Wang Xianxian seemed to notice the strangeness of these seven colors in his heart.

These seven colors contain the breath of the Tao, and they seem to represent some special meaning.

The colorful light instantly flooded the entire hall.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

When these seven colors enveloped the boy, Wang Xianxian finally knew what they were.

Dao...

Each color of light represents an emotion.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire

Seven emotions...

Red joy, orange anger, yellow sorrow, green fear, blue love, blue hate, purple desire.

Soon, the seven colors began to blend with each other, just like the seven pigments on a paint palette mixed together.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xianxian quickly determined what color these colors would become after blending.

The seven colors of pigments blended, and what they got was...

Black!

As if to confirm the boy's guess, the gourd that was just shining and colorful seemed to have turned into a black hole.

Each light of the seven colors symbolizes an emotion, and black is no exception.

The extreme black exudes...

Bitterness!

The moment the black light bloomed, the face of the Bamboo Forest Emperor changed. Obviously, he recognized this emotion.

This is bitterness, the sadness and suffering exuded by the bitter bamboo!

This sadness and suffering did not give him special treatment because of his identity.

The moment the black light submerged the boy, despair swept over everything in him.

The sadness hidden in the memory was infinitely magnified.

Grief-stricken, soul-destroying, until all thoughts were gone.

Death, the end...

Yun Ying looked calmly at the boy's face, which was as dead as ashes because of despair.

She did not feel sorry for the boy in front of her.

Similarly, she did not stop the boy from crossing the sword across his neck.

She looked at Wang Xianxian and spoke calmly.

"I am bitter bamboo, with innate spiritual roots, born a god."

"At the beginning of heaven and earth, there were not three thousand ways, but fifty."

"There are fifty ways, and I have seven of them."

"My way is the way of seven emotions."

Yun Ying spoke slowly, and she did not care about the sword across the boy's neck.

"The world is ruthless but also has feelings. The feelings of the world are in the seven emotions."

"The Tao formed by the seven emotions is the original seven Taos at the beginning of the birth of the world."

"The seven emotions are combined into one, which is called sorrow and suffering. Therefore, my whole body is full of sorrow and suffering."

"I am guilty. The seven emotions are out of control, causing chaos in the mortal world. The world is called the mortal world because of me."

"The suffering of the mortal world is caused by me, and the sin of the mortal world is also my sin."

"Therefore, my sin is unforgivable."

Yun Ying's words fell into the ears of the young man, but he ignored them.

The young man waved his arm slightly, and the cold sword blade pressed on his neck.

As the force increased, the skin under the sword blade continued to ooze blood.

Wang Xianxian's face was ashen, just when he was about to understand his life.

The extreme black light on the gourd was broken in an instant.

The white light, like the dawn, broke through the night and dispelled the extreme black light on the gourd.

At this time, the familiar voice rang in Wang Xianxian's mind.

'Xianxian, mom is here...'

The extremely gentle words dispelled the despair in the boy's heart.

Wang Xianxian, whose eyes became clear again, finally reacted and dropped the sword in his hand.

With a clang, Wang Xianxian half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

He looked at his life-defining magic weapon with fear, and felt a little scared.

That was the sadness emanating from Yun Ying...

He clearly had a huge hatred in his heart, a new future, and hope...

But he still couldn't control it...

Heading towards destruction...

He didn't want to experience that feeling of despair for the second time in his life.

That was a complete collapse of emotions! ! !

Looking at the sweaty boy, Yun Ying continued to explain.

"The seven avenues of emotions are like seven kinds of pigments. When they are mixed together, they become the ultimate emotions."

"That is bitterness, the bitterness of bitter bamboo..."

"I am in charge of the seven avenues of emotions. Because of an accident, my path collapsed and I fell into the mortal world and became the red dust."

"The suffering of the red dust is the sorrow and suffering formed by the combination of seven kinds of emotions."

Speaking of this, Yun Ying's mind moved and she summoned a ball of spirit wine.

She closed the doors and windows of the hall and made it pitch black, then manipulated the gourd to condense the white light on the gourd into a white light.

Then, she condensed the spirit wine into a prism and let the white light enter the prism.

The white color was refracted through the prism, forming a seven-color ribbon of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple on the ground.

Then, Yun Ying used the wine to condense a prism again, with its bottom inverted, allowing the seven-color light to pass through, and then synthesized a beam of white light.

A simple physics experiment.

This white light is a mixture of seven colors.

"Mixing seven colors of pigments can only produce black, but mixing seven colors of light can turn into white." Yun Ying smiled.

"Seven emotions can bring emotional confusion, but also emotional purity."

"White light symbolizes an emotion that is completely opposite to extreme suffering, the ultimate joy."

"That is an emotion that can free the world from suffering."

"What the world lacks today is this emotion."

"I named it Extreme Bliss."

Wang Xianxian, who regained his composure, listened carefully to Yun Ying's words.

He had already experienced those two emotions, and he knew that what Yun Ying said next might be her way to salvation.

"The mortal world should have extreme suffering, and extreme happiness."

"It's like practicing beside the bitter bamboo, and after going through the sadness and suffering, the six senses can be pure."

"The mortal world should have suffering and happiness, and there should be extreme happiness after suffering."

"However, the Seven Emotions Avenue has collapsed, and there is only suffering in the world, but no happiness."

"My path of atonement is to bring back the extreme happiness that belongs to this mortal world."

Speaking of this, Yun Ying looked at Wang Xianxian, and a smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

"Wine can be a carrier of emotions. In order to help me atone, you integrated the broken Seven Emotions Avenue and created a new path."

"That is, the Avenue of Wine."

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Sorry everyone, this chapter has been deleted and revised many times, so you have been waiting for a long time.

In order to update steadily, I decided to change my post in June and then update at a fixed time.

At the same time, I will provide the rules for adding more chapters (don't worry, I will pay off the 8 chapters I owe before adding more chapters.)