Xia Ji Yufeng left Wanjian Sect.
Xiao Su needed some training, but he just didn't take it.
Mengmeng seemed to get along well with the people from Wanjian Sect, but she didn't follow them.
What's more, this matter is Xia Ji's business, so it's not a good idea to lead others.
There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the days and years are unknown. A monk practices for fifty-five years, but he doesn't know that the world has already experienced life and death.
He first searched for the town king's palace, but the servants there said that the old lady was not there.
Then, he found the Hua family again, and after a little awareness, he understood that Hua Xiaochan was among them.
So, he stood in front of the Hua family's house and asked the guards in front of the door to say, "Please see Hua Xiaochan."
The servant was not domineering, but he refused to retaliate, so Xia Ji took a jade pendant to him and asked him to pass it on to Hua Xiaochan.
The servant saw that he had extraordinary bearing, so he ran into the mansion and passed the news on his behalf.
Not long after, the servant hurried out and respectfully invited Xia Ji in.
Xia Ji just saw him like this and understood that Hua Xiaochan didn't say who he was.
Actually, she should say.
Having said this, it not only builds momentum for the Hua family, but also allows the Hua family to take a further step forward and once again gain the great favor of the new king of Qi.
But she didn't say it because she didn't want to get involved in these mundane dust.
After Xia Ji walked into Hua's house, he was led directly to the residential area on the side by the maid.
Along the way, people passing by looked at him curiously, wondering what the relationship between this man and the old lady was.
Soon…
He has arrived in front of a unique courtyard full of elegance.
At this time, it was spring, birds were chirping, and red flowers and green trees were reflected in the flowing water.
The flowing water is like a silver belt, surrounding an ancient pavilion.
Xia Ji recognized the silver-haired old woman sitting in the small pavilion at a glance.
That was Hua Xiaochan.
Hua Xiaochan was surrounded by two pretty ladies, who were talking to her. After chatting for a while, Hua Xiaochan started to laugh. Although she had a lot of white hair, there were smile lines between her eyebrows, and she was energetic. Very good too.
In the courtyard, there were four or five children playing.
There is also a pair of beautiful young girls who are practicing sword skills.
The sword was shining brightly and the dust was moving in the wind. It was obvious that this young girl was not an ordinary warrior among warriors.
Hua Xiaochan suddenly felt something in her heart and raised her head.
The gaze passes through the space and falls in front of the arch at the entrance to the courtyard.
She saw Xia Ji, who still looked like a gentle young man, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
The two ladies who were talking to her also raised their heads curiously.
I saw a young man standing in front of the courtyard gate at some unknown time.
The two ladies were considered to have met a lot of people, but they didn't know how to describe this young man...
Xia Ji looked at the silver-haired old woman, smiled, and shouted from a distance: "Mother."
After saying this word, the whole courtyard fell silent.
Xia Ji walked step by step into the courtyard and sat next to Hua Xiaochan.
Hua Xiaochan pressed her face into his arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't help the emotion that suddenly rose in her heart.
She was determined not to let Xia Ji's identity be exposed, but did Xia Ji care
He doesn't care.
This is his mother.
Although he is not related by blood, he is the one who taught him, educated him and raised him in this life. So, what if he is related by blood or not
If you don't call your mother "Mother" when you see her, you are really not a son of man.
The two noble ladies were completely stunned on the spot. The "Mother" already let them know who the visitor was.
In the mortal world, in their respective fields, they may all be people with status, but in front of this person, they are nothing, so their minds went blank for a while, and they didn't know what to say.
The children playing in the distance didn't know what was going on, but the pair of boys and girls practicing swords also froze, looking towards the pavilion with excitement and sluggishness in their eyes.
Hua Xiaochan cried in Xia Ji's arms for a while, then raised her head.
Xia Ji reached out to wipe away her tears.
With joy in her eyes, Hua Xiaochan held the young man's cheek in front of her with both hands and looked at it carefully for a long time. Then she stabilized her choked vibrato and forced a smile and said: "Xiaoyu, don't leave today, mother... I'll prepare something delicious for you. .”
Xia Ji said: "Mom, I won't leave. I will stay with you from today on and won't go anywhere."
Hua Xiaochan pretended to be angry and said, "Go and do your business. It's not like I'm not having a good time here."
Xia Ji smiled and said: "The busy work at this stage is over, and I just have some free time."
"Really?"
"real."
Hua Xiaochan felt really happy in her heart. She took Xia Ji's hand and pointed to the two ladies beside her to introduce them.
"My mother's seniority in the Hua family is quite high. This is your brother-in-law's daughter-in-law. Her name is Pei Shuzhen. She is your younger brother and sister by seniority."
The lady on the left who was somewhat good at dressing up hurriedly stood up and bowed to the young man. She was also smart and did not call her the king, but said directly: "Shu Zhen has met my cousin."
Hua Xiaochan pointed to another rather dignified and gentle woman and said, "This is your uncle's granddaughter, her name is Hua Jie, and she is your niece according to her seniority."
Hua Jie also stood up in a hurry: "I've met my uncle."
Hua Xiaochan raised her head and glanced at the young girls in the courtyard who were watching eagerly, then smiled and waved.
The two people ran over in a hurry, looking at the young man in the pavilion who seemed to be about the same age as them awkwardly and curiously.
Hua Xiaochan said: "This girl's name is Hua Ruyi, and she is also your niece. This young man is called Xie Yiying, and he is your niece's lover. He has quite a reputation in the world, and is known as Lord Fiery Sword."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lord Liehuo Dao said hurriedly: "Old lady, please don't say that, you will embarrass me."
After saying that, the Fiery Sword Master said respectfully to Xia Ji, "I have met you, sir."
Hua Ruyi looked at Xia Ji curiously, feeling that the young man was holding a god-like figure, and thinking that such a figure was actually her uncle, she felt a little weird and a little happy in her heart, so she shouted sweetly He said "uncle".
Xia Ji had the idea of living here and accompanying his mother until she grew old, so he was not estranged from these people. He returned the favor one by one, and then casually gave some pointers to Liehuo Daojun and Hua Ruyi on their sword skills.
Soon…
Everyone in the Hua family knew this person was coming.
The state of Qi also knew that this man was coming.
Every day, the Hua family is bustling with people, and many people are giving gifts to the old lady in various ways, making it lively like celebrating the New Year.
Xia Ji's days are still ordinary, just reading.
But he found that after he reached the peak of the Thirteenth Realm, his good deeds continued to grow, as if all the incense burned in the Confucius Temple in the world belonged to him.
Maybe it was the incense, maybe it was other factors, but he actually felt that one trace of his Tao Yun had turned into two.
This is not something created out of nothing, but it seems that the Tao aggregate is originally formed by two Tao merging into one.
Why is this
Why are there two
And it’s two things in one
Xia Ji naturally can't understand it now.
But this does not prevent him from absorbing this skandha on a deeper level.
How to absorb
He has the vast yin and yang grinding wheel in his heart, mind, and god. This grinding wheel has almost become one with him. He uses it all the time to analyze all laws in the world and reorganize all phenomena.
So, he began to use the yin and yang grinding wheel to slowly absorb the two strands of Tao Yun, one strand each of yin and yang.
If these two strands of Tao Yun were not completely refined by the fire of the first realm of the source of tribulation, I am afraid it would be impossible to belong to Xia Ji. If it were not for the vast and pure incense, this Dao Yun would not be separated.
But even so, the absorption process is by no means short-lived.
While absorbing it with all his strength, Xia Ji lived in seclusion and accompanied his mother around. If anyone came to seek advice or study from him, as long as they were of good character, he would usually give them guidance or write up exercises at random. , gift the technique.
He has lived in the Hua family for a long time, taught countless people, and given countless exercises. These exercises are extremely precious, and are destined to create an unprecedentedly prosperous world.
Ten years later.
He digested the two threads of Tao Yun, and the Yin and Yang grinding wheel became stronger, so strong that he didn't know how strong it was.
In addition, his talent of "reading books to get skill beads" has been "upgraded".
In short, it is one sentence: no longer stick to books, but can be everything in the world.
You can see the mountains.
Look at the water.
Watch the wind.
Look at the clouds.
Look at the sky full of stars.
Look at the dust on the ground.
Thus gaining "skills".
Anyone who observes will surely gain something, and Xia Ji has compared it. Compared with the initial time, the "skill beads" obtained now are all "light red skill beads". The number of layers is still nine, which can produce Dharma. level.
In the eleventh year, Hua Xiaochan passed away peacefully. She lived to be one hundred and four years old, and her centenary birthday was even more lively than ever, so the funeral was not sad.
Her memorial tablet was naturally placed in the Hua family's ancestral hall.
Xia Ji stayed in the ancestral hall and observed mourning for three more years before leaving.
He Yufeng returned to Wanjian Sect. Demon Lord and Du Bai were both in retreat, so he left two letters and left with Xiao Su and Mengmeng.
Before leaving, Bai Su took out a three-page paper and gave it to Xia Ji, which was prepared for him, Xiao Su and Mengmeng.
Xia Ji just thanked him but didn't take it.
At first, Bai Su might have had strange feelings for the young man brought together by her mentor, but time had long since diluted everything. She felt calm when she said goodbye, and she didn't show much emotion.
On the contrary, it may be because she has been with Dai Meng for a long time. Bai Su held Mengmeng's hand and kept talking "about her daughter's family".
The farewell moment has finally arrived.
It’s raining and snowing at Zhike Cliff.
On the long pavilion, Master Chunshan of Wanjian Sect, Bai Su and many disciples stood in the pavilion to bid farewell to the three people.
After the three people left, among the disciples sent off by the Wanjian Sect, there were many top powerhouses in the Fourteenth Realm who grinned with strange arcs on their lips. They looked extremely penetrating in the pale mountains under the dazzling snow light. .
But these smiles only disappeared for a fleeting moment before they completely faded away. Even if someone saw them, they would suspect that they were just hallucinations.
…
Xiao Su has been tortured by memory for decades. Although he has been properly treated, he has a sick look on his face and is a little slow in walking and talking. On the contrary, Dai Meng is generous and behaves with dignity.
Xia Ji wrapped Xiaosu in a warm cloak and held an umbrella to protect her as she walked down the mountain. Mengmeng walked beside her holding a black umbrella.
The mountain steps are covered with snow,
Thousands of miles of vastness,
What you can see is the wind-swept "white dragons" in the sea of clouds.
Many spring scenes came to Xia Ji's mind. How many things had Yang Liu Yiyi experienced in those years? Even in these hundred years, he still remembered the scene when he saw off Hua Xiaochan outside the west gate of the capital of Daqi sixty-nine years ago. In the blink of an eye, things have changed.
One year spent similar, each year is different.
It is best for immortal cultivators to be ruthless so as not to have their hearts broken.
Xia Ji was not ruthless. When he heard Xiao Su's cough, he hurriedly reached out to protect her shoulders and held her slightly in his arms. When he saw that the wind and cold were unstoppable, he put away his umbrella.
In a flash, with him as the center, ripples started to spread out in all directions, forming a large aura.
It's as warm as spring in the air mask.
He raised his hand again and summoned the wind to carry the three of them south.
It's still cold in the north, and it's even more icy and snowy in the south at this time.
It stands to reason that flying through the sky so recklessly at this time was probably attacked by the Black Tide Tribulation Demon.
But because Mengmeng was there, these robbery monsters disappeared.
The three of them flew through the sky as if they were flying in peacetime.
"Teacher, where are we going?"
"Looking for a boat to cross the Tianmen Sea."
"I have learned a lot over the years. There are terrifying nightmares and robberies at sea..."
"You can get through it. And Xiao Wu came from there. Since she can come, she can pass. If she can't, I will protect her."
Dai Meng suddenly said: "Teacher..."
Xia Ji glanced at her, and their eyes touched.
Suddenly, Xia Ji understood something, so he smiled and said, "Mengmeng, you have grown up, and you have your roots here. There is no need to go far away with the teacher. Just stay here."
"teacher… "
"Speaking of which, my teacher didn't teach you anything."
"Yes." Dai Meng argued, "The teacher taught me how to make a snowman, taught me... not to see evil and do evil, and taught me not to become a monster. I will always remember these."
Xia Ji asked: "Really remember?"
Dai Meng nodded deeply.
"That's good."
Xia Ji pressed his fingers, and the three of them landed on Bantian Mountain at the junction of the north and south of Yunzhou.
The mountain is more than 100,000 miles across, and the three of them are extremely small among them.
Xia Ji rubbed Dai Meng's hair.
Mengmeng said: "Teacher~~ I have grown up and am no longer a child."
Xia Ji smiled and said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get along with you in the future."
Dai Meng fell silent and suddenly said: "Teacher, don't you ask me why I want to stay?"
Yes.
Xia Ji said something, but they both knew that there was almost no affection between Dai Meng and the Dai family. It was impossible for her to stay because she was nostalgic for the Dai family and this land.
The air was silent for a while. Xiao Su was sitting on the cliff wrapped in a fluffy cloak, staring blankly at the spectacular north-south barrier, as if she had some "senile dementia".
The atmosphere between master and disciple became a little weird.
a long time…
Xia Jidao: "Everyone has their youth, and everyone needs to grow up. Since you have something left behind by your teacher in your heart, you just need to remember that it will eventually produce good results."
Dai Meng's eyes were like gray crystals, and the light flowed through the young man in front of her. She suddenly said seriously: "Thank you."
The master and disciple looked at each other for a long time, and Xia Ji suddenly laughed.
He smiled softly.
He turned around, waved back, and shouted: "Before we say goodbye, I would like to check your homework."
Dai Meng asked curiously: "What homework?"
Xia Ji said: "How about building a snowman?"
Dai Meng's eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips turned up in an arc of joy. She ran over and shouted, "Okay, okay!"