He held the shovel with both hands and shoveled the soil on the ground, as if to vent his inner grief, anger and hatred. He shoveled down hard one after another, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously waved the shovel with both hands, digging the hole for a long time. Zhao Jiuge stood beside the old man and stared at the old man's kind face quietly, as if he wanted to remember the old man's appearance in his heart forever.
He sighed softly, his hands trembling slightly, and the old man buried him. At this moment, no one could bring him warmth, and no one could accompany him anymore. Zhao Jiuge's eyes were dull, and he stood beside him in despair for a long time, thinking. Thinking about all the things I had gone through with the old man over the past ten years, I felt sad in my heart.
At night, the wind on the mountain is very cold.
The mountain wind blew the branches and leaves, and the rustling sound kept coming from all directions, as if even the wind and the trees were crying, and seemed to be soothing Zhao Jiuge's sad heart.
Withdrawing from Grandpa Siyi's emotions, he immediately thought of the villagers in Wangjia Village, thinking about the various ways in which Wang Dazhuang and Wang Xiaopang bullied himself and his grandfather, and the various aspects of life. As a teenager, Zhao Jiuge felt the warmth and coldness of human time. , Grandpa hopes that you will protect your grandson in the spirit of heaven. After saying this in his heart, his eyes were sinister and his young face was full of determination. He took the hunting knife on his body and went down the mountain without hesitation, going straight to the home of Wang Dazhuang, the head of the village at the foot of the mountain.
The breeze was blowing late at night, and the unknown insects in the forest on the mountain made Zhao Jiuge's heart even more restless. Thinking of his imminent revenge, he walked faster again, and soon he went down the mountain to the larger house at the head of the village. In front of the house, it was one thing to think about it, but it was another thing to think that the real thing was about to happen. His heart was pounding and his blood was speeding up. After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Jiuge licked his tongue and swallowed. He suppressed his inner tension with saliva, gritted his teeth and walked through the courtyard.
Zhao Jiuge stood behind the tree in the courtyard holding a knife. Through the light in the lobby of the house, he could vaguely see what Wang Dazhuang and his mother-in-law were talking about. When he saw the face that killed his grandfather, all the tension in his body disappeared. His entire popularity Blood rushed to his heart, and he immediately paced and rushed in.
Wang Dazhuang ran to the door of the lobby and was talking to his mother-in-law when he realized that someone was coming in. He was shocked at first, his mouth opened wide, and his pupils were frightened. After calming down, he realized that it was Zhao Jiuge. Just when he was about to relax, he saw only a bright light. Shining his eyes, shooting towards himself. Without giving Wang Dazhuang time to react, the red-eyed Zhao Jiuge stabbed Wang Dazhuang's body with the hunting knife in his hand. He couldn't help but stab Wang Dazhuang three or four times in a row. The blood spurted out and dyed Zhao Jiuge's sleeves red, and he grinned. His face was covered with splatters of blood, and he was as terrifying as a bloody man at night.
The expression on Wang Dazhuang's face was condensed at the last moment, his eyes were wide open, and his face was full of pain and confusion.
Wang Dazhuang's mother-in-law watched for a long time before reacting. Her eyes were full of disbelief and horror. She looked at the cruel man beside her and Zhao Jiuge who was covered in blood. She shouted "Kill" because of the terror and panic in her heart. , even the voice became hoarse.
Zhao Jiuge succeeded in killing someone. When he heard Wang Dazhuang's wife's cry, he turned around and ran away in fright. The servants who heard the noise rushed out. After figuring out what happened, they chased Zhao Jiuge in the direction of his escape. Zhao Jiuge was still in shock. He didn't dare to run to the official road in the city, so he could only take advantage of the night and run towards the mountain behind the mountain village.
After the murder, Zhao Jiuge panicked and rushed towards the mountain. He ran quickly in any direction. The trees and flowers on both sides were reflected in his eyes. Because of his rapid running, the branches and vegetation cut his clothes, and there were broken skin everywhere. Hearing the faint shouts of the servants of Wang Dazhuang's family behind him, Zhao Jiuge walked faster and felt no pain at all.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sounds behind him gradually disappeared. There were only the sounds of insects in the mountains and the mighty wind blowing on the branches. Zhao Jiuge gasped for air, with fear in his eyes, and his delicate face was covered with blood.
Because of the nervousness inside, the fingers holding the hunting knife in his right hand turned white. A man curled up his legs and leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the moon in the sky. He couldn't help but think of his grandfather and the simple but warm home. Now only He looked so helpless when he was alone. With thoughts of his grandfather, the tired Zhao Jiuge fell asleep unknowingly and spent the first night of his life alone.
The chirping insects continued to chirp, the moonlight shone on Zhao Jiuge's face, and everything in the mountains seemed so peaceful late at night.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on Zhao Jiuge's face through the branches and leaves of the big trees in the mountains. Zhao Jiuge fluttered his eyelashes and opened his eyes in confusion, looking around and thinking about everything yesterday as if he was dreaming.
"Quack..." My stomach growled. I stood up and took a deep breath. I wiped away the laziness I had just woken up and cheered up. I was determined to live a better and more exciting life in the future. Even after the old man died, he couldn't let the old man worry. Then he continued walking towards the mountains.
Zhao Jiuge, who was only nine years old, had gone into the mountains and had some survival experience. This time he killed Wang Dazhuang and did not dare to go back at the foot of the mountain. He could only continue walking towards the vast mountains. In the past, he only hunted and collected herbs in the mountains. On the outermost side of the house, yesterday I ran inside in a panic and picked some non-poisonous wild fruits. I came to the creek, drank the water and ate the fruits to regain some strength.
After washing his face, changing clothes, looking at the rising sun to identify the direction, he continued to move forward to the left. Zhao Jiuge decided to cross this mountain. Although he had never been out of the village since he was a child, the young Zhao Jiuge also yearned for it. The world outside that grandpa talks about.
They were on the road for several days. The green mountains overlapped one another, just like the undulating waves of the sea. They were majestic and majestic. There were no people in sight and they could only rely on the sun to identify the direction. Along the way, Zhao Jiuge saw all kinds of strange herbs. , the further you go, more and more dangerous animals appear, and with your young mind, the various unseen scenery and strange animals and plants along the way make Zhao Jiuge's inner loneliness gradually dilute.
Just after drinking water from the creek that day, there was a noise in the grass in front. Zhao Jiuge walked in and saw that it was a brown monkey. The monkey was frightened by the sudden appearance of the human and ran away quickly, happy to see the hunter. Zhao Jiuge was still a child after all, so he immediately chased after him. After running for a while, he found that the monkey had disappeared in front of him, so Zhao Jiuge accelerated and ran over.
"Hey, where are you running?" Zhao Jiuge watched the monkey run and disappear without making any sound. Zhao Jiuge was surprised and was wandering around with a hunting knife. Suddenly I heard a slight "hissing" sound.
Zhao Jiuge looked for the sound. What he saw in front of him was a stone cave that was mostly covered by vines. The hissing sound was the wind blowing into the cave. He immediately pushed away the vines on both sides and slowly walked away. Go in, keep your eyes fixed on the front, and use the hunting knife in your hand to greet you at any time if something happens.
At first, the cave was only big enough for one person to bend down and enter. It was pitch black and the depth could not be seen. The entrance to the cave was thick with dead branches and leaves. The footing was as soft as cotton petals. Zhao Jiuge felt at ease for a while, and he became more and more comfortable at first. After walking a few feet, it became wider and wider, and a faint light came through. After walking a few more steps while holding on to the stone wall, it suddenly opened up. In front of me was a cave with light from all sides.
Just when Zhao Jiuge was observing the cave carefully, Zhao Jiuge saw a scene that made the hairs on his body stand up. On the stone bed not far away, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged. The middle-aged man was wearing a white shirt. A plum red blood stain on his chest had dried long ago. Even when he was sitting cross-legged, his waist was straight, and his messy hair was hanging on his chest. On his shoulders, his eyes were closed, and his sickly pale face did not affect his entire face. It was not difficult to see how many girls he had fascinated when he was young.
Zhao Jiuge looked at the middle-aged man, his face pale with fright. "Senior, is this your home?" The middle-aged man did not move. Zhao Jiuge took another step forward. "Senior?" There was still no response. Zhao Jiuge bravely stepped forward to prepare. When he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that the middle-aged man had not exhaled and was dead.
With a pop, Zhao Jiuge knelt down and hurriedly shouted, "Today, I accidentally broke into your house. Please don't blame me for disturbing me." After saying this, he kowtowed a few times, stood up and didn't look back, as if he was preparing to go to the entrance of the cave. run.
"Haha, I guess you know something. After waiting for thousands of years, I finally don't have to cut off the inheritance." The voice was gentle, but there was a sense of vicissitudes of life, but when Zhao Jiuge heard these words, he felt like the king of hell was asking for his life.
Looking back, he saw an identical figure standing next to the middle-aged man's body, with a layer of white halo all over his body. There was no paleness on his face, and a breath of dust shook Zhao Jiuge's soul. If this Sometimes when immortal cultivators see a middle-aged man here, they will know that this is the spiritual consciousness transformed by the spiritual power of the great powers. However, Zhao Jiuge is still a novice who has not entered the path of immortality.
"Senior, you...this...this..." Zhao Jiuge stared at him and was speechless.
"I have been waiting for more than a thousand years until someone finally comes. Now the consciousness will slowly dissipate and will not exist in this world for long." The middle-aged man's words deeply shocked Zhao Jiuge. He widened his eyes and asked, "Senior, are you a human or a ghost?" His voice was slightly trembling.
"Haha, boy, I don't see that you are quite determined. You ran away without being scared." The middle-aged man smiled lightly and teased, and then continued, "Since ancient times, human beings have not been willing to live for hundreds of years, and human beings have never been willing to live for hundreds of years." For people who lack qualifications and intelligence, as time goes by, various techniques are created. Through the aura of heaven and earth, they nourish their bodies, transform step by step, gain powerful power, and pursue coexistence with heaven and earth. This process is called Cultivation is also called cultivating immortality.”
"Cultivation to immortality, can you become a god by cultivating immortality? How can you become an immortal?" Zhao Jiuge murmured, being shocked by the scene in front of him, and he had not yet recovered. "
"On the way to becoming an immortal, although you may experience disasters and lose your soul, just like tens of millions of people crossing a single-plank bridge, countless people still embark on this path in pursuit of the elusive eternal life. If you want to become an immortal, I can pass it on to you. Boy, are you willing to embark on this path? Is there a point of no return?" The middle-aged man said seriously, thinking that he had climbed to the top step by step but ended up at this point, and his heart was full of unwillingness.
At this time, Zhao Jiuge's heart was constantly shaken. Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Zhao Jiuge seemed to understand something. Immortals, such a distant existence, did he also have the chance to become an immortal? A feeling of longing for power burst out.
Zhao Jiuge knew that this was an opportunity that many people dreamed of, and said without hesitation, "A hundred years of life is too short." Although Jiuge was born in a young age and came from a corner of a mountain village, he still hopes that one day he can stand on the nine heavens and become a happy and happy immortal. ." Zhao Jiuge's delicate face turned red due to excitement.
After hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with surprise, but he said nothing. He shook his hands to form a seal, and a ball of white spiritual power appeared and shot into Zhao Jiuge's mind. After doing this, the halo on the middle-aged man's body dimmed a lot, as if The whole person will disappear between heaven and earth at any time.
"I have passed on the "Sanskrit Heart Sutra" technique to your mind. You can feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and circulate your Dantian every day. As for whether you can embark on the path of immortality and reach the spiritual realm, it depends on your luck. Remember, the path of cultivation is one step at a time. Footprints, one step at a time, life and death. I have only achieved a small amount of success on this road after so many years. You can understand the rest in the jade tube yourself." After saying this, the middle-aged man threw the jade tube towards Zhao Jiuge.
Looking at Zhao Jiuge who was still in a daze, he said, "Why, I'm going to disappear completely from the world, why don't I come over and call Master to listen, haha, I think I, Ye Wuyou, will finally receive the successor and the inheritance will not be broken." The middle-aged man said boldly.
Zhao Jiuge thought to himself that his master's name was Ye Wuyou, and then he obediently called "Master" and looked at Ye Wuyou, filled with curiosity and reluctance. Everything was like a dream. I had just gotten over the sadness of the old man's departure. I didn't expect to be shocked by such a surprise today. I thought that if the old man had not left, I would not have embarked on this road, killing people and running into the mountains, let alone I would get today's adventure, and I sighed slightly in my heart. If I had to choose once, I would rather not have this opportunity but have the old man by my side.
Looking at Zhao Jiuge's faint sadness and worry about gains and losses, "Boy, remember, only if you are strong can you protect the people you want to protect and do what you want to do. People's hearts are complicated along the way of cultivation. Without strength, you can only Being bullied." The middle-aged man said with a complex expression, as if he was a man with a story.
Listening to Ye Wuyou's words, Zhao Jiuge felt a sense of empathy, and at the same time, he also kept the words of this inexplicable master in his heart.
"As a teacher, I don't expect you to go far on this road. I just hope that you will not lose the reputation of your master. If you have the opportunity to have that strength one day, promise me one thing and go to a place called Xiaoyao Valley. It's just that Everything has nothing to do with me." The middle-aged man looked lonely, as if he was thinking about something in his eyes. Then, without waiting for Zhao Jiuge's reaction, the consciousness formed by the white halo gradually dissipated in the world, and even the physical body They all turned into powder, and from now on, there will be no such person as Ye Wuyou.
Zhao Jiuge watched blankly as the master he had just met left like this. The heroic words of the master were still echoing in his ears. Although they had not known each other for a short time, his heart was still full of reluctance. But everything seemed like a dream, and it went away as quickly as it came. . After experiencing life and death with his grandfather, Zhao Jiuge has matured a lot in his heart. Looking at the jade tube in his hand and the spiritual ball that entered his mind just now, he realized that this was not a dream, and that a different path was waiting for him.
Zhao Jiuge looked down at the jade tube in his hand, his heart burning. Then he held the jade tube and browsed the contents inside intently, rising and falling. Zhao Jiuge, who was immersed in the contents of the jade tube, was oblivious to the movement outside and sat for two consecutive days. Tian Yiye roughly read the contents of the jade tube, and a brand new door opened to Zhao Jiuge.