Tong Ru had two apprentices in his life, Jiang Peng and Han Muchun.
Jiang Peng is a teacher with art, not his disciple. He is entrusted by an old friend who has passed away to take care of him. Jiang Peng is not willing to let go of his master, so he only works as a nominal disciple under his family, and he is away for more than half a year a year. During his travels, his aptitude is mediocre, he is a bit old-fashioned, he has no intention of harming others, and he is not very defensive. He has more than respect for Tong Ru and is not very close.
Compared to this nominal apprentice brother, Han Muchun, the real apprentice, has a lot of brilliance.
Tong Ru sometimes thinks that if Han Muchun's life was a little more peaceful, his youth was less bumpy, and he didn't have the chance to worship him by coincidence, maybe he would be able to go out in the mortal world, or at least become a generation of Confucianism, this idea. Even though Tong Rugao glanced at his precious apprentice, it didn't happen out of nothing.
Han Muchun was twelve years old. He was nominated for the Autumn Guiding List, and he knew Yuan in China.
The following year, he was supposed to enter Beijing for an examination, just as his father died of a serious illness. His mother died prematurely in childbirth. He had been with his father since he was a child. He had a strong family, so he didn't want to take the exam again. He took a few family members home to the funeral. On the way, he didn't die. When his life was on the line, he was rescued by Tong Ru, who happened to be passing by collecting medicine.
The common people used to have a saying, that there is a kind of person who is too smart and smart, is a human being, can't keep it in the world, and must go back and forth from somewhere early - Han Muchun may have been born with an untimely life and was rescued by Tong Rushun. It seems that he just took a small fork in the road, and after a hundred years, he is still back on the right track of his own fate.
Han Muchun was brought back to Fuyao Mountain by him when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. After he joined Tongru's family, he saw the difference between monks and mortals, and he lost his desire for fame. , even Tong Ru couldn't help asking him.
Han Muchun kept the flowers outside the hall so big that they were big and round. At that time, he was watering while holding his trouser legs, and he replied nonchalantly: "A monk and a mortal can only choose one, how can they occupy both sides?"
Tong Ru asked, "Why not?"
Han Muchun said: "Mortals and cultivators are very different from each other. If all the cultivators were mixed into the mortal world, wouldn't mortals be inferior to ants, and wouldn't there be chaos in the world? What good would it be for cultivators if mortals were chaotic? If you don’t have anything to do with production, even if you don’t have a grain of food, you still have to wear clothes, and you have to enjoy it occasionally. You need all kinds of materials for refining. If you can buy it, who will look for it? Cultivators are just like mortals, so everyone must be divided into three religions and nine streams, there must be disputes, make that murder, will the big guys go crazy together?"
Tong Ru never knew that he secretly cared about this for the world, and he almost didn't know him as a condescending apprentice.
"So," Han Muchun muttered while humming a little tune, "It's not good for anyone to be together, and it is said that the great power will soar. I don't think there is any record in the nine-story scripture building. Master, you say 'ascension' Could it be just a radish?"
Tong Ru: "Yes, what is it?"
Han Muchun: "A radish? It hangs in front of the donkey's nose. The monks are the donkey that follows the radish. With the radish hanging from Feisheng, the cultivators have to pursue it wholeheartedly, and there is no time to harm the world."
Tong Ru listened to the more and more outrageous he said, and finally clapped him on the head: "If you talk nonsense, you know how to arrange it randomly - how is your study of the exercises I asked you to practice?"
Han Muchun triumphantly threw the mud idea on his arm: "It's backwards!"
Tong Ru was furious with him: "It's just 'back like a flood', you don't have to practice hard, it's useless, you bastard!"
Han Muchun is extremely smart, but he's just lazy - he works hard like sharpening a knife. Every time he gets stuck on the line where Tong Runeng can barely let him go, he won't use any extra strength. At this level, I don't know how much effort it takes, but he seems to prefer to worry about it rather than to put effort into it.
Tong Ru, who thought he was "educated by talent", was so worried to the point of death.
But Jiang Peng is absent all the year round, just such a precious apprentice, Tong Ru has been watching him grow into a zhilan and jade tree since he was a teenager, and he can't bear to be too harsh. Xiaochun, we cultivators are like rowing against the current. We are led by the Great Dao and chased by our longevity all our lives. We don’t dare to slack off and relax at all. People’s talents are indeed divided into three, six, and nine grades, and your talent is indeed commendable. But after walking on this road for a long time, you will understand that luck and xinxing are actually far more important than qualifications.”
Han Muchun obediently brewed tea and served it with a smile on his face: "Master, drink tea."
Tong Ru's bitter words were ignored by him, and he didn't take the teacup. He grabbed a book next to him and slapped him on the forehead: "Master Juren, what sage book taught you this kind of virtue?"
He didn't really fight, and Han Muchun didn't really hide either. He just shrank his neck slightly and said with a smile, "Reading is not what I want to read. I always say that I'm afraid I won't be able to see me grow up and become a talent, so I thought about getting a job title early to reassure him that now that my father is gone, I'm just a relative like you, Master."
Having said this, Han Muchun lowered his eyes and looked at the slightly swaying water in the teacup, his face blurred on the water.
Tong Ru's heart trembled when he heard the word "family".
Han Muchun rolled his eyes: "Of course I'll be filial to Master, wait."
He wanted to say, "I'll take care of you when you are old." Later, he remembered that Master didn't seem to be old, so he temporarily changed his words and said, "When spring comes, you will be in a good mood when you look at Fuyao Mountain in full bloom. Cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort!"
After talking for a long time, I still want to be a gardener.
Tong Ru couldn't put his face down, his heart was soft and speechless, he had to roll his eyes.
This spring, Fuyao Mountain was really lively, with flowers blooming, bees and butterflies in groups, and hundreds of birds in the demon valley were amazed. On the flower hoe, he happily waved at Tong Ru: "Master, look at me planting a mountain of flowers for you!"
Tong Ru always felt as if he was destined to commit a lone star. For many years, he was either cultivating or discussing with fellow Daoists. No one had ever treated him so recklessly.
He was such a flattering person, and he forgave the prodigal apprentice on the spot for the "little thing" that he stole his spell and sold it for wine a few days ago.
Depend on each other, it will not be desolate.
The late spring is approaching, the flowers will be defeated, Tong Ru is reluctant, and wants to use a spell to save them, but is stopped by Han Muchun: "If you lose, you will lose, and it will bloom again next year. As usual, each has its own advantages, don't delay the other for one."
The great powers fly to the sky and hide on the ground, and inevitably they will be reserved and secretly born, and they will realize that all things are self-respecting. Tong Ru listened to this argument, and thought with emotion and self-deprecation: "That's right, what are you doing so alone? Isn't it boring after a long time? It's no good thing."
The reason people look forward to "next year" is precisely because of prosperity and decline.
The defeated flowers were collected by Han Muchun, added honey, brewed dozens of jars of Hundred Flower Wine, and buried them one by one under the trees. For this, Han Muchun delayed his spell work for seven or eight days and ordered Tong Ru to be punished.
Then the next season passed, and under the tree became a delicacy in the world. With the fat crabs in the small river in the back mountain, it was just like a perfect couple.
Everyone wants to live a few more years, but if living is suffering, there are no relatives and friends, and there is no peace and quiet, then what's the fun
Tongru has never thought of this before. Ever since he had the impression, he has been practicing on Fuyao Mountain day and night, and he is used to it. It is like drinking white water all day long, and he does not know what is sweet or what is sweet. bitter.
Until there was Han Muchun.
Hundreds of years of rushing like a glimpse of light can only have this taste, and he is fascinated by the taste.
Sweetness is the sweetness of Hundred Flowers Wine, and bitterness is the bitterness of his three souls attached to the copper coins, watching the wild grass in Fuyao Mountain, and no one planting flowers anymore.
Tong Ru watched his little Chun inhabit the body of a weasel, and every late night, he would sit for a long time in the cluttered and cluttered unknown hall, with his thin eyes half-closed, as if he was practising a Zen meditation that others did not understand. , and it seems to be immersed in the memory of the head of the printing years.
Tong Ru didn't know if he had left anything in the seal of the head, nor if Han Muchun had seen it, let alone how he would feel if he knew.
As if sweet only for a moment, bitter but bitter for many years.
Seeing each other again is in Wangyou Valley, where no strangers can reach. Han Muchun uses his lingering essence to trap his remaining soul in Wangyou Valley.
In fact, it's just a prison - even if the Yuan dissipates, and only the remnant remains, Tong Ru is also a person who has won Beiming, and if he really wants to break free, Han Muchun's usual cultivation base for him may not be of any use.
However, even though he was slashed by a thousand swords, Tong Ru was very content. He accepted the fate of being tortured in heaven and earth and his soul was scattered with some sincerity, because it was impossible to ask for someone to live and die together.
It's just that there is no more Hundred Flowers Wine.
Tong Ru used to think that this precious apprentice was too gentle and a little drifting. Later, he learned that, no matter a mortal or a monk, as long as there are a few things in one's life, it is enough to never regret it, and the rest of the details are left to it.
He never asked, "So many years, what have you seen in the seal of the head".
Until the moment when the soul returns to heaven and earth.
At that moment, Han Muchun suddenly held his hand too intimately, looking at him as if there was a vast galaxy in his eyes.
Straight road Acacia is useless, but melancholy is pure madness.
Presumably if you can die without regrets, it will be a soaring.
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