Two years later, Meng Hao was thirty-five years old. It has been nine years since he left his hometown, but in the past nine years, he has only visited two places, a river and a mountain forest.
Until this year, he encountered a group of robbers.
The robber murdered but didn't kill him. Perhaps it was because he was still wearing a book shirt at his age, carrying a broken book box, and he was a little down. So the bewitching and beautiful bandit asked him a word.
"Will you settle the bill?"
Meng Hao shook his head, but was still taken away and sent to the cottage. This is a large cottage with thousands of people living in them, mostly the families of robbers and many children.
Here, Meng Hao was arranged to become a husband. It didn't take much to teach these children to read. At least they had to recognize the bank notes and read letters. This is the knowledge that an excellent robber needs to master.
This is the beautiful bandit leader, she demands of all bandits.
As time passed slowly, Meng Hao found himself at ease. He taught and looked at the sky as if he was in Donglai County. He only occasionally thought of Master and his father's grave. He hadn't gone back to clean for a long time.
There are dead people in the cottage every month. In three years, they moved twice. Until the fourth year, officers and soldiers arrived. Faced with the huge gap between the cottage, Meng Hao hesitated for a while. , Proposed that poison can be used.
At that moment, the north wind was hanging, and the officers and soldiers were in the south.
Meng Hao didn't know how he thought of it, but in his mind, over the years, there was too much knowledge, poison... was refined by Meng Hao.
When the poisonous powder was blowing to the south with the wind, Meng Hao closed his eyes. After a long time, he heard a roar with excitement, it was a killing.
The stockade won. That night, at thirty-nine-year-old Meng Hao, a fire-like carcass got in his bed at the end of the night. It was a bandit leader, a glamorous and demon, but on weekdays he was very conservative. Woman.
This night, Meng Hao’s life changed. From then on, he was no longer a teacher, but became a so-called military adviser. He has never experienced this kind of life. It is very exciting and fresh, even if he is already forty. Years old, the bloody years have passed, but I still feel... a little addicted.
Murder and robbery, in the following three years, Meng Hao's hands were not stained with a trace of blood, but with his help, the lives that died in the hands of these robbers were dozens of times more than before.
Until the winter of that year, Meng Hao was tired. Such a life was not his choice. He wanted to leave. But at this time, the stockade was extremely large, and his departure was rejected by the beautiful woman.
Then... After Meng Hao chose to persist, the moment he walked out of the stockade, he experienced a chase.
This chase lasted for a year. One year later, when the chase ended, Meng Hao was not dead. With exhaustion, he looked back at hundreds of steps behind him, riding on the horse, and pulling away. A big black bow, staring at her own woman, she is also old, but the beauty is still there, and her eyes are complicated.
The wind blew by the two of them, Meng Hao turned around, took the bookcase he had when he left home, and chose to walk away.
The arrow was never shot.
This year, Meng Hao was forty-three years old, and he saw a Taoist temple on a mountain.
This is autumn, the fallen leaves are scattered on the bluestone slabs, and they are rustling by the wind. The sky is a little overcast, sometimes thunder is passing by, and it is about to rain.
Inside the Taoist Temple, Meng Hao lived. He watched the Taoist people's practice and their daily lives, and he felt the so-called tranquility before.
He felt that his hands were stained with blood and could not be washed away, but here, it seemed that they could be resolved.
Two years later, when Meng Hao was forty-five, he sighed slightly.
"Since it still can't be resolved, then I won't resolve it." Meng Hao shook his head, said goodbye to Taoist temple, and headed for a farther world.
Until he came to the capital, after living in the capital for a year, the country where he was located had a mutual extermination battle with neighboring countries. In this war, even at this age, Meng Hao was still forced to conquer. Enlisted, joined the army, and started a war between the two countries.
In the second year of the war, Meng Hao used the poison he refined, a battle of destruction that shocked the two major countries, and made Meng Hao rise up, no longer an ordinary soldier, but a poison master.
In the fifth year, Meng Hao has become the commander in this war, with more than one hundred thousand soldiers, and hundreds of poison masters that he has simply trained to attack the city.
In the eighth year, the enemy country withdrew from the battlefield and could only passively defend. Meng Hao, who was in his fifties and had a sensational reputation throughout the country, entered the enemy country and launched a national killing.
The tenth year... Meng Hao was fifty-six years old. In the thirty years since he left his hometown, the enemy's country was destroyed. When he returned to his own country, he was greeted very grandly.
He became a legend and was canonized as a national teacher.
Like a dream, Meng Hao was a little uncomfortable. After becoming a national teacher, perhaps because of his existence, perhaps because of the strong national strength, his country became the aggressor, provoking another round of war.
One year, one year, when Meng Hao was sixty years old, he was tired of everything and left the army. On the way, he walked in a place where he had experienced war and encountered the plague here. After saving some people, he never ceased to exist. Guo Shi, there is an extra pill doctor in the world.
He walked more places, followed the dream of his youth, walked over mountains, and walked across the ground. How many people he killed, how many people he would save.
This journey is twenty years.
In the past twenty years, Meng Hao has traveled to unknown countries and overturned mountain peaks. He has saved many people. Gradually, the name of the elixir of sacred hand slowly spread across the earth.
Until the eighty-year-old year, Meng Hao silently raised his head and looked at the sky, his old face with a reminiscence of his life.
"My life has gone through too many truths, and my choice... what is it..."
"I didn't choose to be myself in the reflection of the river, I didn't choose to be a cloud-like layman in the mountains and forests, and I didn't choose to be a bandit with flying wings. I also didn't choose to be a Taoist... The poison master, the national teacher, attack the city. , I have given up... I thought that my ultimate choice was to become a pill doctor, but now that I look back, this... is not my choice either."
"What am I pursuing in my life?" Meng Hao was silent, looking at the starry sky. He didn't have the answer, only more and more dazed, and then deep exhaustion.
He was homesick. In the autumn of this year, Meng Hao under the starry sky, he looked at the sky, did not look at the leaves under his feet, blowing in the wind, condensed under the trees, and he could not see the fallen leaves returning to their roots. But at this moment, he seems to have also become a fallen leaf. After leaving his hometown for nearly a year, he is going to return to his roots.
Meng Hao is gone. It took him nearly 54 years to get here from home, but now it only took him six years to get back to his roots.
Donglai County is still there, but it is more prosperous than before. Meng Hao is full of white hair. Walking in the county seat, he can vaguely find some traces of previous years.
The courtyard is no longer there, and the top of the wall in the past has been pushed to it a long time ago, and now it has become a big house.
Meng Hao’s home also disappeared over the years. Its original location has now become an inn. Looking at the inn, Meng Hao stood for a long, long time. Apart from the vicissitudes of time, his face was complicated, and he turned around. Leave.
He came to Master's door. The house was still there, but the person who opened the door was no longer familiar. After inquiring, Meng Hao raised his head and looked at Dongshan not far away.
The father was buried there more than 50 years ago, and the master was buried more than 20 years ago.
Meng Hao sighed lightly, silently carrying a pot of wine, went up the mountain, and went to his father's grave first. Looking at the tomb bag full of weeds, Meng Hao was silent.
"Although this is just an illusion, even though you are not my real father, but... you let me feel the fatherly love I lack, even if it's just a simple hug, just to let me sleep a little longer..." For a long time, Meng Hao Speaking softly, as early as thirty years ago, when he walked out of Taoism, he already understood everything, his world was just an illusion, a test of apprenticeship.
And the real self is still in the world of Ziyun Immortal Earth, on that Zidong Mountain.
Meng Hao closed his eyes, left after a long while, and came to the head of Master's grave, watching silently.
"There are three buttons for apprenticeship. The first button is when you are a child, the second button is when you go away, and the third button is Muwang... You gave me a whole life to choose whether or not to worship you as a teacher. Everything in this fantasy realm is not you. Transformed out, you just give a point, and each person who tries to create a world by himself.
In this world, I release my heart, and I... After experiencing all this, I finally come back here, I can't find what I am looking for...
Dan Dao? Obviously not. "Meng Hao murmured, picked up the hip flask, and took a big sip on his mouth.
"Changsheng? I'm not qualified enough." Meng Hao said softly until the sunset went down, until he finished drinking a pot of old wine, he didn't go for the third buckle, but turned around and walked towards Donglai County.
Meng Hao knew that after the third buckle, he would leave this illusory world, but he hadn't found the answer yet, he didn't choose to leave, but lived.
Since then, an elderly man has lived in Donglai County.
Outside of this illusory world, in Ziyun Immortal Land, on Zidong Mountain, Chu Yuyan's eyes were crying. She opened her eyes, but her eyes were indeed sad, as if she was immersed in her world and had forgotten the truth.
Until a long time, Chu Yuyan's body trembled suddenly, and her eyes slowly closed. When she opened again, she was still blank, but she soon became sober, with a melancholy expression in her expression. After a long time, she raised her head and saw the moment On the top of Donglai Mountain, two people were standing there.
One is Fang Mu, the other is Ye Feimu, both of them closed their eyes, one is silent, and the other is at a loss. The former is Meng Hao and the latter is Ye Feimu.
And she was still dozens of steps away from the top of the mountain. Behind her, the other two participants in the trial were farther away.
At this moment, Ye Feimu's body shook sharply, and he also woke up.