a month later.
Impermanence Town.
"Take a look, take a look."
The hawker's sloppy shouts flowed in the sun. He waved the flower drum in his hand and walked through the streets with a bamboo pole.
"God of night tour, god of night tour - 30 coins per piece. In the past, Elder Yuheng personally created mechas to ward off evil spirits and suppress disasters.
Dilapidated straw sandals stepped on the bluestone road, the shadow of the hawker was dragged for a long time, and there were children jokingly running past, either holding candied haws or paper kites in their hands.
Suddenly, a girl with braided horns grabbed the corner of the hawker's clothes: "Uncle, I want to buy a Yeyoushen."
The hawker put down his burden and picked one painted with mahogany wood paint: "Hey, is this good-looking?"
The girl nodded again and again: "Good-looking! This is the only one!" For fear of being robbed by others, she hurriedly hugged the body armor that was about the same height as herself, and then took out the copper plate from her pocket with one hand with difficulty.
The copper plates came and went, but they were three short.
The girl was a little anxious: "Oh, I ran too fast, did I fall out of the road?"
As she spoke, she turned over the pocket again, and the bottom of the patch was upside down, but it was still only twenty-seven pennies. The little girl couldn't help panicking, her eyes were red: "Big brother, it's gone, that's all, can you sell it to me like this?"
The hawker was also very embarrassed, rubbing his dirty hands: "Girl, I have already spent twenty-five cents when I bought it from a Taoist priest. If I give it to you again, then I won't only earn two cents. It's been a day's walk, and it's not even enough to pay for a meal."
"Then what should I do." The girl started to wipe her tears, "Dad is going to scold me again when I get home, woo woo..."
She was crying hard when suddenly someone came over and blocked the sunlight behind the girl.
"Little brother, keep these pieces of silver."
A gentle and elegant voice sounded, and the girl raised her head in a daze. She first saw a hand wearing a snowflake wristband, and then her eyes moved up to meet her eyes that were as green as emeralds, with pale golden hair in her eyes. In the morning light, it seemed more and more supple.
Mei Hanxue smiled softly: "The little girl is so beautiful, how can she cry for three cents of money?"
"Ah..." The girl was stunned.
Mei Hanxue squatted down and tried to be as flush with her as possible, and then handed the Taohong Yeyoushen, which had just been taken back by the hawker, back to her arms, her eyebrows curved: "Thousands of gold can't buy beautiful tears, girls' tears are the most valuable. , don't cry over this little thing next time, eh?"
Next to him came another man, with a plain face and wearing a hat. His eyes were very beautiful, they were emerald-colored, but they were as cold as emeralds. At first glance, there was no warmth.
The man frowned and said, "You're almost done. She looks only five or six years old."
Mei Hanxue got up with a smile: "Brother, you are so boring, beauties are of all ages. Up to eighty-year-old women, down to five-year-old children, fat and thin, each has its own beauty, you have to learn to praise them . This is how... Hey, why did you run away?"
His eldest brother Mei Hanxue didn't care about him at all, so he turned around and left.
This time, the Mei brothers were ordered by Mingyuelou, the master of the Snow Palace, to go to the middle of Shu to congratulate the reinstatement of the top of the dead. Thanks to Mrs. Wang for protecting the people of the sect in the past, now the disaster has subsided, and the elders and disciples have not suffered much loss, and their strength is still preserved.
In this way, in the reshuffled world of self-cultivation, the top of life and death has jumped to the top three, and it is no longer the appearance of being slaughtered by others.
"Young Master Mei, Honorable Master is waiting for the two of you at Wujianping."
At this time, it was the morning repair time on the top of death and life. Most of the disciples were practicing on the school ground. Wujianping was empty and quiet. There was only a man dressed in Chinese clothes. .
Mei Hanxue and her eldest brother walked over, stepping on the newly built green grass, making a rustling sound.
Hearing the movement, the man did not turn his head, but sighed: "Here?"
"coming."
"Wait for you for a long time."
Mei Hanxue couldn't help laughing: "Ziming, why are you talking like this."
The man turned around, it was indeed Xue Meng, he was still handsome and almost arrogant, with some youthful youth on his face. His eyes showed a trace of dazedness and innocence that belonged to the past.
"Oh, you don't know, I'm really tired these days."
Xue Meng saw that there was no one around, and the Mei brothers did not bring other entourages, and immediately relaxed and sighed.
"Elder Xuanji told me about the rules and etiquette 17 or 8 times every day, how did I learn this before. I can't even speak human words now, and my opening and closing are only three words and two words. Elder Xuanji told me, It's called being concise..."
Mei Hanxue couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand: "Pfft... cough cough."
Xue Meng glanced at him and said impatiently: "If you want to laugh, just laugh, don't pretend to cough."
Mei Hanxue elegantly said, "No, no, how can you make fun of Master Xue."
"Don't call me that." Xue Meng wrinkled his nose, "I've had enough."
Still as a big brother, Mei Hanxue said, "Be patient, from now on, you have to endure for a lifetime."
"..." Xue Meng simply turned his head and looked at the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain. "You can really do it. This is the most depressing sentence I have heard since I took the throne."
Mei Hanxue: "..."
Xue Meng added another sentence: "No one."
"Hahaha." This time Mei Hanxue really slapped his legs and laughed out loud. He laughed for a moment and said to Xue Meng, "Actually, when you are the head, you don't have to have so many rules, right? You see. Jiang Xi of Lonely Moon Night - how comfortable he is."
It's okay not to mention it, but Xue Meng's originally relaxed back was tightened again.
In a place that no one else could see, under the wide sleeves of luxurious gold embroidery thread, his fingers involuntarily clenched tightly, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
In fact, he just went to the lonely moon night a few days ago.
During the war, Jiang Xi was seriously injured, thanks to the many panaceas in his sect, and the disciples were all proficient in pharmacology, so he managed to get his life back. But although his life was saved, his health was not the same as before. What was even more disturbing was that Jiang Xi had already been infested by demonic energy, and his body had undergone some changes.
"What will happen?" At that time, Xue Meng stood outside the door of Jiang Xi's room and asked the elder servant of the medicine in the lonely moon night.
Elder Yao Yao replied: "I can't tell. The Demon Gate has not been opened for thousands of years, so there is no record in the world about monks being infected with demonic energy. At present, it seems that the Lord is fine for the time being, but it is not clear. How will it affect him in the future..."
Xue Meng's eyes were gloomy and he took another look at the house.
The bi-colored gauze curtain was double-layered and double-layered, covering the entrance, not to mention Jiang Xi's appearance at the moment, and even the layout of the bedroom of Gu Yueye's head, it was not clear from the outside.
"Can it be cured?"
The elder shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it will be difficult."
"… "
The anxiety in the heart became more and more clear, Xue Meng closed his eyes and said: "If you need it, you can come to me at the top of life and death at any time."
Although the elder didn't know what happened between Xue Meng and Jiang Xi, he also vaguely sensed the subtle relationship between the two, so he gave a polite salute: "In this way, I will thank the head of Xue first."
Xue Meng waved his hand and turned his attention to the deep curtain.
He actually wanted to go in and take a look at Jiang Xi, but the place where the master of the faction sleeps is probably more mysterious than the boudoir, so how can others easily step in. What's more, Jiang Xi hasn't woken up yet, and the others in Gu Yueye can't make the decision to let him in. Xue Meng really didn't know what to say, so he frowned and said: "Xuehuang, the head of Jiang, I have returned to the elder Fengjian of your faction. Remember to tell him when the time comes."
"Yes." After a pause, seeing Xue Meng hesitate to speak, the elder asked, "Dare to ask Xue Sect Master what else?"
"… Forget it, it's fine. I'm leaving."
The elder was very polite: "Thank you, Sect Leader Xue, for coming here in person."
Although Xue Meng had many disputes with Jiang Xi before, it was when he was the young master. Now that he has become the head, the people of Gu Yueye will naturally not be neglected for no reason.
Several elders and medical officers accompany him down the Fuyao Hall of Biwa Feizhu. There is spiritual power flowing all year round in the lonely moon night, so the flowers bloom regardless of the season. Xue Meng looked sideways and saw that although Linlingyu was falling with a little snow, there was still a splendid flower in the cold. With Du Ruoyousheng, I didn't know what it was like.
He walked slowly down the flying corridor, the planks creaking under his feet.
Suddenly, the horned beast head was a copper bell, and Xue Meng raised his eyes and saw a young man of the same age as himself coming from the corner with two rows of sabres. The young man had very handsome eyebrows and broad shoulders, and his face in the morning light exuded an indescribable softness and vigor.
Rao is that Xue Meng's eyes are higher than the top, and he can't help but look at him several times.
"Sect Master Xue."
When they met on a narrow road, the young man stopped first and saluted, being upright and not humble.
"..." Xue Meng stopped, "This is..."
"Oh, this is Honored Lord's valet. Over the years, he has helped Honored Lord take care of the internal affairs of Gu Yueyue. He doesn't often show his face, but he is very respected by the Sect Master." The elder laughed, and it could be seen that he had some feelings for this young man. fear.
Xue Meng said "um" indifferently.
After the young man saluted, seeing that the other party was still staring at him, he raised his head and smiled.
At this distance, as soon as he looked up, Xue Meng could see him clearly and carefully. Although Xue Meng never paid too much attention to the appearance of others, he still noticed the outstanding appearance of the youth, especially the eyes, bright and gentle inside. As if lit by countless stars.
What an unforgettable face.
Xue Meng narrowed his eyes and looked at the other's appearance more and more harshly, and even tried to find some flaws to compare him. But after looking back and forth many times, there is still no result.
He was amazingly handsome. Young, restrained, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, tall stature, and very delicate skin, it even seems to be exuding a faint glow—
Such a good young man should be on the list of young talents in the cultivation world, instead of being oppressed and working hard as a coolie in the depths of the lonely moonlit night.
Xue Meng thought dryly.
The pearl was covered in dust, and Jiang Yeshen really wasn't a thing.
The good young man was stared at by Xue Meng's eyes without blinking, and he was a little uncomfortable. But he still asked politely and gently, "Sect Master Xue, is something wrong?"
Xue Meng came back to his senses: "... No, nothing."
But he still stared at people unabashedly.
The valet of the first rank, although highly regarded, has no status.
If Xue Meng didn't ask, the other party would not tell his name, which would be humiliating.
On the other hand, Elder Yao Yao was flexible. Seeing that Xue Meng was curious about this young man, he introduced with a smile: "Sect Master Xue, don't look at his young age. These elders are very embarrassed."
The young man bit his lower lip, blushing slightly, and said embarrassedly, "Elder Miaozan."
Xue Meng looked at him back and forth, and became more and more curious about this person. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the entourage behind him holding a lacquered wooden tray, thought about it, and asked, "Are you going to Jiang Xi's place?"
"Well." I didn't expect that Xue Meng would call the name of the head of the family. The young man was slightly startled, but he nodded quickly with a smile.
This is a good opportunity. If you express that you want to accompany the past to see it, the other party should not refuse. In this way, he can enter Jiang Xi's bedroom in a grand manner, and take a look at what the idiot looks like.
Xue Meng cleared his throat, and just wanted to speak, he heard the young gentleman.
"I'm going to deliver medicine to my foster father."
Xue Meng was stunned at first, and then his face was slightly dark: "... What?"
Elder Yao Yao hurriedly said, "Sorry, I almost forgot to mention that he is still the adopted son of Sect Leader Jiang."
Xue Meng: "..."
After a while, I saw that under the flying corridor of Fuyao Hall, several elders followed behind Xue Meng, who looked ashen, and said nervously for unknown reasons:
"Huh? Sect Leader Xue?"
"Sect Master Xue, what's wrong with you?"
"Is something uncomfortable?"
The newly-appointed Supreme Lord of Death and Life had a gloomy expression on his face, and the soles of his iron-skinned boots made the wooden steps rattle. He gritted his teeth like mud - of course he didn't care if Jiang Xi had any cats and dogs, what was his business? He was just annoyed that Jiang Xi clearly had a capable son in the pie, but he still wanted to earn sympathy in front of outsiders with a hypocritical appearance of "a lonely man without a companion".
shameless! ! It's disgusting!
Mei Hanxue saw something unusual on his face and asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing." Xue Meng said, "I suddenly thought of an irrelevant person."
He didn't want to mention things related to Jiang Xi again, and chatted aside the topic for a while, then went to the ancestral hall on the top of the dead with the Mei brothers, and gave fragrance to the heroes who have passed away.
Entering the ancestral hall, Mei Hanxue found that there was a very special spiritual card on the side of the altar, which was covered by a red scarf, and the words below could not be seen.
"This is where the ink burns."
"… "
Xue Meng's face was pale, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking: "Others say he is dead, but I don't think. After the war that day, I saw the master go down to Kunlun Mountain... He is obviously going. Somewhere, I just don't want to take others with me."
He said, pursed his lips, and lowered his eyelashes: "Anyway, I don't believe that he just disappeared like this."
"Xue Meng..."
Xue Meng put his head away and looked at the sky outside the door: "The ink burning dog has been a little bit of his own way since he was a child, and he does not act according to common sense."
"… "
"I know it's the same this time."
Hearing him say this, Mei Hanxue couldn't help sighing, but she didn't plan to refute anything.
The Mei brothers kowtowed to Bai Engong and his wife, and Xue Meng stood beside him with his eyes closed and didn't say anything.
After the ceremony, Mei Hanxue got up and patted his shoulder.
"Zi Ming, you will be a good leader."
Xue Mengshu opened his eyes and glanced at the black and white spirit card. The incense was lit, the ashes were scattered, and in the light blue haze, Xue Meng looked at his father's tablet and said calmly: "It won't be better than him."
"… "
"gone."
Xue Meng waved his hand and turned to leave.
In the solemn and solemn ancestral hall, the small lacquered wood on the side did not write the posthumous names of the deceased according to the rules. The Mei brothers glanced at each other, sighed, and followed Xue Meng's footsteps.
A pinch of incense ash fell.
The young people have gone far, but Wu Liang's altar is still burning the three pillars of high incense they left behind. Behind the faint spot of light, the wooden sign has Xue Meng's handwriting:
Father's grace is irreplaceable,
Dan is out of reach.
The bottom of the tablet is engraved with an ironic four-character inscription. However, the Mei brothers know that, and Xue Meng also knows that if Xue Zhengyi is in the spirit of the sky, if he sees these four words, he will laugh frankly.
The ever-bright lantern swayed, according to the handsome cursive script, which was extended by Xue Zhengyi's pen and ink, and every stroke was the casual romance.
—
Xue Lang is very beautiful.
That night, the top of life and death hosted a banquet to entertain the envoys from the Snow Palace.
Since the two factions are very friendly, this is considered a private feast, not to be watched by outsiders. But even so, there are still rumors.
Legend has it that the newly appointed Master Xue was so drunk that he couldn't find the North with three glasses of wine. Head Xue likes to mumble when he is drunk. He muttered a lot that day. He was crying about his parents, resenting his brother, humming and chanting Master, and then recognizing the attendant beside him. teacher.
That day, his mouth was full of their names.
But none of those old friends came except Mei Hanxue.
In the depths of his drunkenness, in the lanterns, he leaned on the desk with his arms on his back, and went to see Meng Potang from his arms.
For a time, he saw that the gongs were staggered, lively and joyful.
In the crowd, Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang raised their glasses, and left and right teachers and ink burned dumplings - then the surrounding silence fell, everyone turned their heads, and saw the snow outside the house, Elder Yuheng was wearing a bright red cloak, shivering. The snowflakes on the oil-paper umbrella came towards them.
"Your Highness, you are drunk."
Someone was calling him so vaguely in his ears, and Xue Meng didn't answer.
Later, someone sighed and put a cold coat on him, but he didn't know who that person was, elder Xuanji or elder greedy wolf, or someone else.
Later, the man touched his head and said, "Young Master, you are drunk."
He responded vaguely, tears streaming down his face, and he curled his head into his arms. At this time, it was late at night, the cups and plates were messed up, and the mood was stagnant. Xue Meng didn't speak any more, and he didn't pull anyone to cry anymore - he was trying his best to grow into his father's appearance quickly.
Maybe in another year, he won't get drunk so easily. In a few years, even if you are drunk, you will no longer talk nonsense. In the end, probably no one can easily see the tears of Xue Ziming at the top of the dead.
Slowly, he will become a tree that supports Shuzhong and even the entire cultivation world. Those years of wanton crying and drinking and drinking, will one day become the past that Zunzhu Xue and his juniors would laugh at when they chatted with each other.
Generations have passed like this. When Xue Meng is old, the past that belongs to their generation will be mentioned in future generations, but no one will know it anymore.
Those youthful years may eventually go away in an understatement, and finally become a sentence on Xue Meng's folding fan, "Xue Lang is very beautiful".
After the Mei brothers returned to the Snow Stepping Palace, a few days later, the Cultivation World announced an important news.
"Kunlun will become an ally with the peak of life and death since the New Year's Eve. The two factions will work together to cultivate the world without distinction, but please Haiyan Heqing and Li Min Anping. The head of Mingyuelou, the head of Xue Ziming, and a total of Zhao The world, in order to prove the alchemy."
As soon as Zhaowen came out, the waves rolled in thousands of layers.
Some people praise it, some people don't understand why, and some people are silent - they can see that this new contract may shake the whole world in the next ten, twenty years, or even faster time. The so-called upper cultivation world and lower cultivation world will probably gradually blur the boundaries.
"Is this a good thing?" Someone asked curiously after dinner.
His companion took a sip of the cold fragrance of the snow in the bowl, shook his head and said, "Who knows what will happen in the future? Nangong Changying assembled nine sects to form the Upper Cultivation Realm, and he wanted to make the place ruled by these sects a place to be. Xanadu, isn't everyone complimenting it, but the result is not satisfactory. It seems that whether a decision is wise and correct, it still has to be confirmed by time... "
"Ah, yes."
"However, at least for the time being, there will be no more Yiyantang. Gu Yueyue should be no match for the two factions of Treading the Snow Palace and the Peak of Death and Life."
"I can't say for sure, according to Jiang Xi's unwillingness to be submissive..."
"Forget it, don't worry about so many things. Let's take one step at a time. It's important for us to live our own lives well. ... Well, this snake gallbladder fried melon seeds is good." The tea guest raised his voice and shouted outside the bamboo curtain. "Boss lady, another pound!"
From winter to spring, most of the wounds in China are slowly healing, and the villages and towns that were once destroyed by the war have been rebuilt with the support of various sects.
There have been people who have lost faith in the dark, but fortunately, people's hearts are not static.
Perhaps one day, there will be shouts in the silence, and sparks in the abyss. Those who applaud blindly will stop, those who shrink back will speak, when threats come, those who are moderate will be tough, and those who refute will stand up in the face of lies.
Everything is changing in reincarnation, and a new city is built on the ruins. However, right and wrong are still so clearly indistinguishable.
But this is nothing, people may never be able to truly understand anything, or even fully understand themselves.
A simplest example -
You have a pair of eyes, but have you really seen your face directly
"Okay!! One more paragraph!!"
In the old land of Linyi, under the old locust tree, a storytelling is finished.
"Chu Xianzun is really a good person..." The old woman wiped away tears, "I don't know where he is now..."
"Mo Xianzun is really wronged... ah..."
Another half-year-old little girl smashed the candied haws in Ba Ba's hand, her eyes were black, and her face was full of tears. She sobbed, suddenly turned her head to her companion and said, "Wuwu, I don't like the story of Brother Nangong and Sister Ye."
Her companion froze: "Why?"
The girl wiped her tears and said, "They're all dead."
The boy muttered: "Ye Wangxi is not dead..."
The girl cried even more: "You don't understand, you boys are stupid, she must be more uncomfortable than dying, woo woo woo..."
The boy was a little at a loss because of her crying more and more fierce posture, scratched his head for a long time beside him, and then said: "Oh, don't cry, let's play house? I'm here to be Nangong Si, Come and be Ye Wangxi, let's make up the story ourselves... Oh, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore."
In order to make his little friend happy, the boy picked a leaf the size of a palm to cover half of the little girl's face.
"Then, take your hijab, and we're going to marry you~"
The little girl blinked and smiled.
It turns out that suffering can be rewritten in the child's eyes. Everything will gradually become easier, and their love-hate separation will gradually become a legend in the rivers and lakes.
With you and me, the ups and downs of life, the honor and disgrace of life and death, the two or three tears of the spectators, and the whole house cheers.
The little girl and the little hairy child are covering the leaves in a decent manner and worshipping the church.
"A worship of heaven and earth-"
"Second worship high hall—"
Under the old locust tree, there was a priest in black, with a beautiful face, with an old faded quiver on his waist, and there were no arrows in the quiver.
After the war is over, the world is peaceful.
In the quiver embroidered with colorful flowers, a puppy with golden claws curled up, gazing at the outside world.
The priest in black stood under the tree, watching the two little dolls play the house with a half-smile, suddenly remembered something, walked over, and handed the little girl a red handkerchief.
"Hey?" The girl was startled, "What is this? Who are you?"
The priest in black didn't answer, he just smiled and said, "How can anyone get married with a leaf, come here, this is for you."
The handkerchief is a bit old, soft and of good texture.
There is a word "Si" embroidered on the corner. It is an old thing from many years ago, and it is somewhat damaged. This is when Nangong Si took it out and wiped her tears when she was scared to cry in the illusion.
The little girl took the handkerchief and looked around, suddenly smiling like a flower.
She raised her head and said, "Thank you, sister."
"… "
The black-clothed Daoist was stunned for a moment, and then some stars and light flashed in his eyes.
After so many years, not too many people can recognize her as a daughter at a glance, not to mention there is a spell-changing spell that can never be solved.
This little guy is really poisonous to the eyes.
She smiled and shook her head, straightened up, and patted Nao Baijin's plush head in the quiver: "Let's go, what are you looking at?"
Nao Baijin: "Ooooooooo!"
The wind picked up, and the locust leaves rustled.
The storyteller was talking about excerpts, and he was talking about the battle of Jiaoshan, when Nangong Si threw himself into the blood pool to suppress the evil spirits, and everyone was crying.
She didn't cry anymore, she straightened her back and walked to the distant mountain alone, with the sweet and childish voices of the little girl and the little boy behind her.
"Happy husband and wife—"
She just happened to step out of the shade of the locust tree at this time, and the dazzling sunlight came in. For some reason, she smiled and bent her eyes, and her heart was full of joy and sweetness.
Childhood was really the best years of her life, she thought, it was so easy for eachother to kneel and kowtow three times.
After walking for a while, the little guy suddenly shouted the footsteps: "Big sister! Your handkerchief!"
She didn't look back, she waved her hand in relief, looking like a hero.
Nao Baijin opened a pair of round eyes and looked at her blankly, as if asking her: "That's what Si left behind, don't you want it?"
She laughed, her eyes very gentle: "No."
As she said that, she turned to look at Zhen Zhen's wild pasture, where all things are born in spring, and then she was not surprised to see the figure of Nangong Si standing beside her, still with unruly eyebrows.
Some arrogant, some calm.
"I know you're there," she said.
Nangong Si's phantom also frowned, as if blaming him.
"Don't be angry," she said softly. "They're going to church and they're missing a hijab."
"… "
"So I gave them your handkerchief."
Nangong Si still looked unhappy.
"A handkerchief for a good marriage, just smile."
The sun was shining brightly, and Nangong Si unhappily squeezed out a smiling face, but it was uglier than a grimace.
She also laughed, her eyelashes drooping, and when she raised her eyes again, Nangong Si's shadow had disappeared. But she knew he would come back.
It wasn't a ghost or a hallucination.
He is in her heart, so she can always see him.
—He will always be handsome when he is at his best.
In the blink of an eye, this year's New Year's Eve, according to the rules of the world of self-cultivation, parents' filial piety can be removed. So in the month before New Year's Eve, Xue Meng finally officially crowned the crown of death and life, and the Quartet came to congratulate, Daqing in Shu.
In that piece of fire tree and silver flower that is never night, Xue Mengyi said the ritual system of elder Xuanji, wearing a jade crown, wearing a head ring, silk and silk gauze inside and outside the nine layers of Chinese dresses, and the crowns are so delicate that the eyes of the dragons on the cuffs are finely decorated. Embroidered with fire beads.
He stood in the solemn and magnificent Danxin Hall, with a face like Kunyu, handsome and mature.
In those eyebrows, if you distinguish carefully, you can see some of Jiang Xi's shadow. It's just that he will never be surnamed Jiang, and he will never want to be the same as Jiang Xi.
"Congratulations, Sect Master Xianjun."
Elder Xuanji led his disciples to bow down first.
The disciples at the top of life and death were like blue seas and waves, and their armor was shining, and they bowed and knelt in turn.
The sound was rumbling, like thunder, resounding through the mist-shrouded mountain tops.
"Congratulations - Sect Master Xianjun."
The fireworks are blooming in the night sky, as if the glorious years of life and death have begun, and the darkness or warmth of last night will never look back.
Xue Meng smiled, his black eyes were deep and quiet, but not so bright.
He toasted and drank with the crowd.
The extremely appropriate behavior will never make those absurd and ridiculous mistakes like before.
Mei Hanxue sighed under the seat and closed her eyes: "This kid... Finally, he is going to become Nangong Liu."
"Be careful."
Mei Hanxue glanced at her brother: "I'm not saying that others have problems, I'm talking about his position today."
"That's not what you should talk about." The elder brother said coldly, "Also, from the beginning of the banquet to now, twenty-six girls have come to me. Take off your human skin mask, I've had enough. already."
Mei Hanxue immediately frowned in distress.
The banquet was over, because there were too many guests, and it was difficult to take care of them at the top of the dead, so I had to arrange for the disciples to receive the corresponding head, elders, and disciples.
Everyone went back drunk and drunk, and the country changed its dynasty, each with their own concerns.
Xue Meng returned to the room.
He really wasn't drunk today, Elder Greed Wolf's sober soup was better than anything else.
He sat down, rubbed his brow bone wearily, and wanted to take off the heavy ornaments on his body, but after looking at the bronze mirror for a while, he felt that he was covered in jade pendants, and he didn't know where to take them off.
Xuanji knocked on the door and came in.
"Your Highness."
Xue Meng said: "Huh?"
"This is a gift list from various sects. The precepts forgot to send it to you." Xuanji handed him a thick stack of gold and red booklets, "Remember to read it carefully, and think carefully about the gift."
Xue Meng only felt more and more tired: "I know."
"Also, Sect Leader Jiang said he wanted to see you alone."
"… not seen."
Xuanji is not reluctant, he has always been the last to observe the words of all the elders at the top of the dead. He sighed and said, "Then I'll reject him later."
"Anything else?"
Xuanji said, "No more."
Xue Meng actually wants him to say that there are other things, it is best to tell him directly "two mysterious guests suddenly came outside and said they want to see you.", but there is no.
Xuanji left and closed the carved lacquer door in the head's bedroom.
In the huge room, Xue Ziming stood alone. He stood for a long time, and finally walked to the table, lit the lights, and looked at the thick gift lists.
The list of gifts is arranged according to the order of gift giving. The Lonely Moon Night, which is rich in the world, is naturally the first. The list is full of extravagant treasures such as "flame feathers" and "spirit whale beads". There are some things he has never even seen before. I've seen it, Jiang Xi is very generous, and it's really not bad.
But for these precious treasures, Xue Meng is not in the mood to read more at the moment. He flips through the booklet, trying to find the names of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran in it. Even if many loose repairs do not come, gifts will be delivered. This is an extremely important day in Xue Meng's life. If Mo Ran is not dead, if Chu nightning is still in this arena, then they will always get the news of his enthronement.
Stepping Snow Palace, Huohuang Pavilion, Wusei Temple…
Turned page by page.
The pages of the private congratulations of the loose cultivator were turned back and forth dozens of times.
But no.
At the end, Xue Meng leaned on the cushioned mahogany carved seat, raised his hand and rubbed his brow bone tiredly.
No.
His master, his... cousin, really seemed to have completely disappeared. After the war that day, he disappeared from the rivers and lakes.
There was laughter and jubilation outside, gun salutes were fired, and the Lord of Death and Life locked himself in the room, and his eyelashes were slowly getting wet.
He really couldn't accept the deception of Chu nightning and Mo Ran to himself, and could no longer get along with the two without any grudges, but no matter what, he still misses them deep in his heart.
When the ancestral hall was built, everyone told him that the ink burned was dead, but he was stubborn. He said that if you live to see people die, you must see corpses. Before there is any definite news, what about the red cloth on the spirit card? Nor will it be taken off.
In fact, he also knew that a lot of things happened when they happened. He tried to understand them as best he could, but he still couldn't let it go. When he thought about what they were hiding from him, he felt suffocated. Can't get up.
He also knows that for this reason, Chu nightning and Mo Ran may never return to the top of life and death - no taboo between master and apprentice can be truly tolerated.
But anyway, send him a letter...
Say goodbye to him anyway.
Xue Meng took a deep breath and raised his hand to cover his trembling eyelids.
Suddenly, a faint sigh came from outside the window, Xue Meng froze, jumped up and rushed over, pushing the door open.
The bright fireworks outside one after another reflected on his face, and he looked left and right, but no one was coming. But there was a long and narrow brocade box hanging from a peach tree outside the window.
Xue Meng stretched out his hand tremblingly, tightened his body, and opened the brocade box.
At this moment, a firework took off in the sky, breaking thousands of stars in the Shulang night.
In the glittering and flowing brilliance, Xue Meng saw a newly cast narrow scimitar lying in the brocade box, with a long silver handle, and the embellished Wangshu spar shining brightly...
It is a re-tempered Dragon City! !
Xue Meng almost put the brocade box in his arms, and then jumped straight out of the window, swept up in the back garden, and shouted: "Master!!"
In the empty backyard of the headmaster, the sound of the whining wind responded to him.
He called madly: "Master!! The ink burns!!"
"Come out!"
The night wind was refreshing, and it was wet and cool on his cheeks. He dashed headlessly among the brocade of flowers, and he didn't care that his robe and arms were scratched by the branches.
"You come out!!"
The voice whimpered to the end.
No one could be found anywhere, Xue Meng stopped, slowly bent down, curled up on the ground and muttered: "Come back..."
There was a faint sound of blowing leaves in the ears, Xue Meng sighed and looked in the direction of the song—
Then he saw it, but the two people had gone too far and stopped by the eaves of the towering tower in the distance. Behind the solemn tower corner of the flying eagle, two familiar figures stood leaning against each other. The sleeves of the sitting are flying, the nine songs of Shenwu are resting on his knees, the night clothes are leaning on him, and the fingertips are clinging to a bamboo leaf.
"I visited my old friend under the bright moon, and the faces of the lanterns turned red. Once the phoenix chicks sang in the spring dawn, the rivers and mountains were peaceful in the thousands of acres. The chief corner brewed brewed wine, and I came back to meet my brother after many years. Why do we always accompany you in life? ."
This leisurely whistle echoed in the Lingling moonlight and floated into the vast sky.
A congratulations ended, but when a golden light flashed, Chu nightning's candle paper dragon was called out, and the two jumped on the back of the dragon's back and went away by the wind...
Later, Xue Meng found two letters with similar handwriting in the brocade box. One belongs to Chu Wanning, and the other belongs to Mo Weiyu.
Mo Weiyu's letter was very long, telling various stories later, telling him many of his previous secrets, and explaining that they didn't want to appear rashly because they didn't know what the world thought of them before, and dragged him down. The pinnacle of life and death. As for this new Dragon City machete, it was made by him and Chu nightning in the past few months, and it may be able to be used.
Chu nightning's letter is much shorter, with a few neat lines of regular script on the letter:
Respected lord, Yuheng felt ashamed in his heart, so he had no face to meet you. The road ahead will be long, hope to cherish more. A night begonia is embedded in the handle of the Longcheng knife, which can accompany the Lord for a lifetime. If in the future, the Lord needs to take Yuheng's meager strength, it will be sent by him.
That night, Xue Meng looked at the word "Honored Lord" for a long time.
He didn't come back to his senses until it was late at night, when the gongchou was scattered and everything was silent. Thinking that from now on, he might never hear the Master call his name again, and only hear the voice of the Master, and he felt that he had never been so tired of the many rules in this world.
But at least Chu nightning is still there, and the ink is still there. They may be thousands of miles apart in the future, and they may not see each other for several years, but this piece of moonlight on earth, after all, they can still enjoy each other in the end of the world, which is somewhat relieved.
The foot of the mountain of life and death, the town of impermanence.
Two people wearing hoods and cloaks came from the dark night, went to the lively night market, and found a late-night snack stall with colorful lights and lanterns.
Among them, the tall and slender man said: "Boss, I want a clear soup and a hot pot, crisp bamboo shoots, tofu, thousand pieces, fungus vegetables, thinly sliced beef, thinly sliced mutton, tripe louver, crispy meat, crystal fish slices, hibiscus Shrimp balls…”
Another person said lightly: "It's almost enough, I can't eat it."
"Then add pine nuts and mandarin fish, and two cans of soy milk—"
"..." The man pursed his thin lips, "Don't order any more."
These two guys are none other than Chu Wanning and Mo Weiyu who just gave Xue Meng a gift.
"Then let's have some sweet-scented osmanthus sugar lotus at the end." After the ink burned, he smiled and said, "Can you do it?"
The second brother who ran the hall was very eager: "I wouldn't have it originally. This is a dish in the Jianghuai area. But Meng Potang at the top of life and death often cooks it, so we at the foot of the mountain also learned a little bit. Ah yes, we have a big restaurant here. What about the hero recipe, do you want to see it?"
Chu nightning frowned: "... what recipe?"
"The recipe of a great hero. Don't you two know?" Xiao Er proudly introduced, "There was a catastrophe a few days ago, and the two immortals who settled the catastrophe are all at the top of our lives. Hey, impermanence Everyone in the taverns in the town will cook some special dishes, just according to the taste of the two immortals!"
Saying that, he took out two bamboo sticks from his waist and enthusiastically handed them to Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.
"This is Chu Xianjun's recipe." Afraid that they would not understand, Xiao Er also explained happily, "It is said that Chu Xianjun likes to eat something that is a little burnt, so we have Jiao Liu Balls, fried Jiao Guo Ba, Burnt tofu and boiled vegetables, oh yes, this squirrel mandarin fish will also be specially fried."
Chu nightning: "..."
In order to endure the laughter, the opposite ink burned, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea.
But he raised his hand and flipped through another piece of "Mo Xianjun's Recipe", and the tea in his mouth almost spewed out—
"Cough cough cough!!"
Xiao Er was a little panicked: "Oh, what's wrong with you, guest officer? Are you okay?"
"It's okay, cough..." Mo Ran asked while choking on the bamboo sign, "What are you? Why is there such a thing as Begonia Sweetheart in the recipe of Mo Xianjun? I haven't even heard of it. "
"It is said that Mo Xianjun likes sweets."
Ink burning: "..."
"He also likes Begonia flowers." Xiao Er explained like a river and lake Bai Xiaosheng, with a bright tongue, "So our boss lady created this Begonia Sweetheart Cake. The sugar on the top is more than usual desserts. 30%, it's sure to be so sweet that your tongue numbs!"
"… Is it still edible then?"
Xiao Er smiled and said: "Why can't you eat it, it sells very well. Why don't you two guests come with a recipe of Mo Xianjun and another recipe of Chu Xianjun? Both Xianjun like to eat, try it. You don't suffer, you won't be fooled if you taste it."
Chu nightning has a headache: "No. I don't like to eat coke, thank you."
The ink burned and smiled: "I actually don't like sweets that much."
"Oh, that's a pity." Xiao Er scratched his head regretfully, he seemed to really admire the new dishes in this restaurant, and he could hear murmurings even after walking a long way, "After all, he is a hero of salvation. What's your favorite dish... I'm not curious to try it... ”
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "Pfft."
"What are you laughing at." Chu nightning glanced at him, "Is it so funny?"
"No." The burning eyes are dark, "It's just happy, when you're happy, you can laugh at the little things."
He said, turning to look at the bustling crowd on the street. After the turmoil subsided, the dust and fireworks ignited again. The women were picking out pink jewelry and buying some red paper for New Year's Eve. The men gathered in the bright and bright Drinking and chatting in front of the late-night snack stall, the lanterns illuminate the leisurely faces, the atmosphere is warm, and even the grease on the cheeks is not so annoying.
A group of children ran over screaming and laughing, not knowing what game they were playing. One child was wearing a mask, and the other group ran away like a rabbit in front, shouting, "Don't let him catch, hahaha. , don't let him catch it."
The ink burned to support the chin with his hand. He has always been very handsome in this action, and there is even a trace of cuteness in his handsomeness.
He suddenly sighed contentedly: "That's great."
After speaking, he looked up at the brightly lit summit of death and life, and repeated: "It's good."
Chu nightning said: "... It's not too good. You just heard that Xue Meng is calling us."
"..." Mo Ran was silent for a while, but he still smiled, "But if we really stay, he will be embarrassed again."
Chu nightning said: "I know."
A few dishes were served, and the ink burned while eating and muttered: "Xue Meng still has some childishness in the end. In fact, it is the best now. If we return to the top of life and death, trouble will follow. And he may Bear with me for a day or two, let's try it in a month or two?"
Ga bang bit a peanut, and the ink burned like a bit of grievance.
"He must have driven me away."
Chu nightning held back a smile and knocked on his head with chopsticks: "You are the heart of a child."
"Really." Mo Ran said, "When he drives me, I can't help but leave, the head commander, it scares people to death."
Chu nightning really couldn't help it this time, and laughed softly: "Don't make a fool of yourself. Where will he drive you away. It's clear that we don't want to stay, so don't rely on him."
"Okay." Mo Ran scratched his head, grinned, and the pear vortex was deep, "Brother Engong said everything is right."
Chu nightning said: "Eat. Let's go home after dinner."
They are now in hiding in the depths of Nanping Mountain. Since the ink burned all the souls and returned to the body, the two have been living there. It's not that I avoided the world on purpose, I just felt that the world was halfway through, and it was just right when I passed by here, so I rested in that paradise.
Everything is just right.
With a piece of crispy meat, the ink burned with black eyes, and smiled: "Actually, I am wrong."
"Um?"
"I really don't want to go back."
"Are you afraid he will blame you?"
"No." Mo Ran smiled and touched his nose, "I'm afraid he will call me Shi Niang."
Chu nightning: "..."
The burning eyes are very gentle, black and black, and there is a little purple when the luster flows, but those purples look very kind now, he sighed: "A generation has grown forcibly."
"Have a meal!"
The ink burned obediently bowed his head to eat, so obedient as if two fluffy canine ears appeared on his head, drooping down softly and tamely.
However, in fact, Chu nightning is very clear that the ink burning is not unwilling to return to the top of life and death. In fact, he is good, he is good, Xue Meng is good, they all want to reunite, but time is killing everyone, sometimes the ignorant and frivolous years have passed, but they can't come back, no one can reluctantly.
All of them understand this truth, but the ink is afraid that he will be uncomfortable, so they will take full responsibility and make him laugh.
"Speaking of which, I haven't asked you well." Chu nightning said, "On the day of the war... How did you know that you would definitely come back?"
The ink burned the rice and thought for a while: "...If I tell the truth, will you blame me?"
Chu nightning looked at him with a pair of clear eyes: "What do you say."
墨燃就揉着自己的后颈，低头笑起来：“其实是魔界之门打开之后，我也感觉到了有一种灵力在身体里流窜… 但我那时候还是踏仙君的意志，脑袋昏昏沉沉的，也没有想太多。”
“嗯。”
“是在最后快消散的时候，我忽然想起来这一茬的。”
“… ”
“我那时候在赌，或许我和宋星移一样，就是那种有些特殊的美人席。”墨燃道，“史书上说，魔族只要身躯不破碎，灵魂俱全，想要重生很容易么？所以我就想… 如果我真的是，那么只要我坚持着回到自己的躯壳里，那就应该能活过来。”
楚晚宁微蹙眉头：“在这之前，我一直觉得魔族灵魂可以自己归体是个传说。”顿了顿，又问，“那宋秋桐当年为什么没有能够活过来？”
墨燃无奈道：“就算是魔想要复生，也得求生欲望非常非常强烈才行啊。”
“… ”
“那种感觉… 怎么说呢，就像掉下悬崖前给了我一根救命的绳索。绳索上涂满了油，稍有不慎就会跌入万丈深渊。我必须紧紧攥着绳子往上爬，一刻都不得松懈，才能回到自己的身体里。”
“晚宁，我一直想着要来找你。”墨燃抬起眸子，望着他，“所以我才能回来。”
头顶的灯笼摇曳，楚晚宁看着对方漆黑深邃的眼，竟觉得胸腔里柔软的不行。他至今仍不习惯这种软弱的感觉，忙把脸转了开去。
墨燃笑了：“其实还有一个很重要的原因。”
“嗯？”
“蝶骨美人席是半魔。在魔门打开之前，这种重生之法对我们也不适用。”墨燃道，“是因为吸收了魔气，得了力量—不然我们也仍旧是肉体凡胎。而且我这具躯体的心脏本来已经毁了，得到了魔息之后，我觉得那种力量比灵核之力强大得多，才认为自己或许能借此回天的。”
楚晚宁道：“所以你让我走的时候，其实并不确定自己能不能重生… ”
墨燃看着对方微微眯起的眼睛，这才发觉自己说错话了，不禁有些慌乱，轻咳着想岔开话题：“哎，这鱼不错。”
楚晚宁哪里会上当，盯着他：“如果你最后没有回来。我到南屏山，看到的也还是一具冷冰冰的尸体。”
“… ”听到他语气这样沉闷，墨燃有些受不了了，低着头咬唇沉默一会儿，而后抬起脸，“对啊。”
“… ”
“我舍不得你死。无论我是否活着。”
Seeing that the end of Chu Ning's eyes was slightly red, it seemed to be painful and seemed to want to be angry, and the ink burned out five fingers to hold his hand on the table, and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.
In the flash of the lamp shadow, he said hoarsely: "I know that doing that may have deceived you, but even if you hate it and blame you for it, it is impossible for me to watch you die."
He said, closing his eyes abruptly, his eyelashes fluttering.
"I've watched it twice."
Chu nightning's tight back slowly slowed down, and the knuckles that were squeezed gradually lost their strength, but the end of the eyes were still red and a little moist.
The steam of the Gudong pot floated up, and the clear soup in the stove was bubbling with tiny bubbles. In this hard-won world of fireworks, Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's hand and intertwined his fingers with him.
He said: "I thought at that time, if I really lose the bet. I can wait for you... for ten years, decades, if you become an immortal, you can wait for hundreds or thousands of years."
"… "
"The world is very good. Wanning, I don't want you to sacrifice me."
Suddenly a boiling bubble in the pot burst, and some hot water splashed out, just splashing on Chu Wanning's wrist. Of course, the little hot water flowers wouldn't hurt anyone, but he still reflexively pulled back his hand, and then lowered his head.
After lowering his head, he felt that he should be more calm, so he bit his head and raised his head, staring at the rebellious rebel who did not know what to do next.
Mo Ran was amused by his actions: "What's wrong? Stare at me for a while, and stare at the table for a while."
Chu nightning was just about to say something. At this time, the night bell of Tongtian Tower rang, falling from the top of the towering mountain, echoing in the lively impermanence town night market.
"Oops."
After counting the hours, Chu Wanning's face changed slightly.
It's time to turn around...
He suddenly stared at the man sitting opposite him, seeing that the man who was smiling just now suddenly closed his eyes, and his heart burst with anxiety—
Since the resurrection of the ink, every three days, when the child arrives, the consciousness of stepping on the fairy will reoccupy the body, and it will not disappear until the middle of the second day.
This situation occurs, probably because the consciousness soul belonging to Ta Xianjun has been separated from the other two souls and seven souls for a long time, and it is difficult to integrate the consciousness into one, so even if the souls are now merged, they will be carried out at different times. Change personality.
Sure enough, after a while, when the ink burned and opened his eyes again, the brilliance of those eyes had changed.
The Emperor Ta Xian raised his handsome face slowly. He was obviously the same person, with the same body, but his demeanor lost a little bit of righteousness and added some dangerous and mysterious evil spirits.
Ta Xianjun grinned, his lips and teeth were thick, and his smile was open and wanton: "Well... I haven't seen you for three days, would you rather miss this seat at night?"
"..."
He looked down at the tableware and chopsticks in front of him, as well as the half-eaten gudong pot. In the end, the critical gaze of the former Emperor of the Human Realm fell on the tattered wooden chairs on the street and the greasy dining table that was obviously very cramped.
—Those things that are human fireworks to Master Mo.
to him…
"Little Er! Come over to this seat!"
"Ink burn you to sit down!"
Such a commotion suddenly disturbed the surrounding diners, and everyone turned around, and suddenly someone said: "Ah! ... Is that Chu Zongshi?"
"Huh? Mo, Mo Xianjun seems to be there too? Isn't he dead?... Who will rub my eyes, shouldn't I be blind... "
"You're not blind, I saw it too."
A little girl screamed: "Ah! It's really Mo Xianjun!!"
The excessive movement attracted the attention of passers-by, and more and more eyes were cast towards them, and some people even recognized them completely. How can you eat? Did you make a mistake!" The Emperor Treading Immortal, before more people came over, summoned Yujian in a rush of chickens and dogs, and fled in a hurry.
When rising into the sky, Chu nightning finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The moon is clear and bright, and the rest of the life after the catastrophe.
Everything is fine - if it wasn't for the immortal man who was still snorting irritably behind him, he said dissatisfiedly, "What is good about the immortal king?"
"… "
"A bunch of bad guys! Why do they only remember Mo Xianjun?"
"… "
"It is this seat who repairs the Xuanwu barrier!"
"… "
"This is the one who saved their dog's life!"
"… "
"It's this seat that stops the monstrous flood!"
Chu nightning looked sideways, looking at the man who was gnashing his teeth and being angry, and suddenly felt that this guy was really careful, even eating his own vinegar.
"What are you looking at?!" Suddenly, I saw Chu Wanning's smiling eyes, and Treading Xianjun was first stunned, then narrowed his eyes, annoyed and pretended not to care, and said, "Even you. You are also the original. seat!"
With a slap in the face, Chu nightning was caught off guard and said angrily: "Don't move!" Sure enough, Yu Jian swayed slightly under his feet, but he was quickly stabilized by the magic breath with a finger of Xianjun.
Treading Xianjun wrapped him in his black and gold cloak, and hummed unhappily: "What are you afraid of. With this seat here, can you still fall to your death?"
Speaking of urging Yu Jian, in the high sky and moonlight, the sword shadow is like a black whirlwind, flying towards Nanping Mountain...
It was late at night, like every ordinary couple.
They go home.
Later, people occasionally saw the figures of Mo Zongshi and Chu Zongshi on the rivers and lakes, but they came and went without a trace, like a frightening shadow.
Later, there was another rumor in the cultivation world. Legend has it that there was a blind doctor who traveled from the south of the Yangtze River to Mobei. He always wore a hat and a veil, and no one had ever seen his true appearance. Only know that this blind man has excellent medical skills.
The most famous story about this healer is that there was a group of teenagers in Impermanence Town who were kidnapped and sold by monks when they were young. The doctor came here to practice medicine, and when he heard about this, he actually used the skin on his wrist as a medicine, and cut the flesh in exchange for those teenagers to regain health. The townspeople were grateful and asked for their names.
But the doctor said that he was nothing but a sinner.
Many, many years have passed, and the wars of the past have become yellowed scrolls of old news. It has been so long that the children of the past have already drawn a note, the young people of the past have mostly married, and the heroes of the past have had gray hair on the temples.
Another winter to spring.
Xue Ziming, the head of the top of life and death, accepted a child with a tie as a direct disciple and regarded it as his own. This little guy is familiar with himself, and he is not afraid in front of the famous Xue Zunzhu. I have been pestering Xue Meng all day long to ask things. One day, the little guy came over and asked him curiously: "Master, I heard you say a lot about the past of the master and the uncle. Are they... Are they still in contact with the master now?"
At that time, Xue Ziming, a generation of saints, stood by the Xuan window, looked at the bright peach blossoms outside the window, and said peacefully: "Occasionally."
The little guy was quite eager: "Then why don't you invite them back?"
"… "
"Red Lotus Shuixie and Uncle's disciples' rooms are all empty, and no one else has ever lived in." The younger disciple pulled Xue Ziming's cuffs, "Shizun Shizun, call them back, I have listened to the storytelling. For several paragraphs, it is said that the master and the uncle are rare heroes in the world..."
Xue Meng turned his light brown eyes, and in the spring sunshine, he looked at the little guy with a smile: "Do you want to be a hero in the future?"
"Definitely!" The little disciple puffed out his cheeks and looked full of ambition, "Under the seat of the Master, how can there be a worthless apprentice? I want to do something big!"
"Promising is not necessarily to achieve a great cause." Xue Meng said, "If you can be correct in your life, you will not bully the weak, you will not yield to the strong, you will not be arrogant in good times, and you will not be discouraged in adversity... Also, you can be cautious and have something. Judge a person or a thing with reservations, and always have a heart of compassion. When you reach your old age, if you can say that you are worthy of your true heart, you will be a great hero."
"… "
"What's wrong?"
After all, the little guy is young, Xue Meng turned his head again and found that he was already yawning.
Seeing his master staring at him, he forced back his half yawn, with two sleepy tears in the corners of his eyes, but still tried to straighten his back, as if nodding thoughtfully.
This strong look is really like a young phoenix chick.
Xue Meng held back a smile and asked seriously: "Remember?"
Busy said: "Remember."
Xue Meng asked again: "Do you understand?"
"Listen..." The tone faded, "I don't understand..."
After a while, he felt aggrieved: "Master, what you said is too convoluted..."
Xue Meng didn't blame it. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and patted his head: "Forget it. It is indeed too much."
"hey-hey."
"If you want to be a hero, remember one thing first."
The younger disciple hurriedly straightened his waist and listened intently. He probably thought that Xue Meng was going to tell him some particularly powerful moves or essentials, and his black and white eyes were all round.
Sunlight flowed on Xue Meng's face, and Xue Meng smiled when the flowers and shadows flowed.
—
"Don't make assumptions about others, it is the highest dignity a person can give to himself."
After he finished speaking, he leaned over and picked up the ignorant little guy, and took him out of the house to the end of the garden. Looking at it from here, "Aah" the mountain peaks are towering, and the red lotus water pavilion is hidden in the clouds. Through the floating clouds all over the ground, you can see the prosperous towns and jade belt rivers under the mountain from a distance.
As soon as the wind blew, the little disciple's sleepiness disappeared, and he stopped yawning.
After all, he is still so naive, and every flower and bird can win his favor.
Xue Meng and him stood beside the carved fence, looked at the scenery of Shuzhong with him for a while, and asked, "What did you see?"
The little guy didn't know why: "Mountain... house... water... and fog... "
Xue Meng smiled and listened. His temperament has become more and more calm, and it seems that it is very far away to be easily angered.
He and his disciples stood by the carved fence, looking at the same red dust. What the child saw was the house, and what he saw was the rise and fall of the impermanent town at the foot of the mountain. From the once dilapidated town to the now crowded with traffic, it seems to be better than the past. The lively appearance of the territory of the Shangxiu Realm.
What the child sees is water, what he sees is rolling and flowing eastward, and sometimes he thinks that a monk is standing by the river with a soul-inducing lamp in his hand, and he says to him solemnly, "Master Xue Shi. , go to the underworld..."
What the child sees is the fog, and what he sees is the souls of the dead in life, who are not scattered all year round on the top of death and life.
His father and mother were among them. Later, he could always see their figures, in Wujianping, in the back garden, in Mengpotang, and in Naihe Bridge, even if he closed his eyes, he could see them. In fact, in addition to three souls and seven souls, people probably have a kind of soul, and that kind of soul is only born in the hearts of loved ones - when you miss them, they will come to you.
Xue Meng hugged his little apprentice and cast his eyes to the frost temple in the mountains, where many of his relatives and friends had stopped.
Speaking of which, the precept elders were very old last year and passed away in a heavy snowfall in the early spring. Elder Xuanji also left in the first two years. People say that he has done too many good things. If Yan Luo named him earlier, he could be disintegrated into an immortal. The death of these elders, Xue Meng, watched one by one, from the hysteria at the beginning to the peace-or helplessness later.
When he can calmly arrange the funeral of Elder Xuanji, Xue Meng will also miss his former self, but it is only a memory. He will no longer indulge in the past and cannot get away.
He is the leader of the faction and the disciple of Yuheng, and he always has to look forward.
"Master?" A pink and tender hand is shaking in front of him, calling back Xue Meng's consciousness, "What is Master thinking?"
Xue Meng smiled and said, "I'm thinking about some past events."
When he mentioned the past, the little guy was a little excited, and tried to continue the topic he had just finished: "Master and Uncle..."
"In fact, they will come back every New Year's Eve." Xue Meng said, "You can see them this year."
The little guy pouted, a little dissatisfied: "But why is there only New Year's Eve? Why don't they stay? I heard that the uncle is very powerful, he went down with a knife-"
Xue Meng raised his hand and poked his head: "Your head fell off."
The little apprentice stuck out his tongue, but was not afraid.
Xue Meng seems to be very serious: "Really. Your uncle is a bit... how to say... split."
"Huh? Split?"
Xue Meng nodded: "I will take you to see him on New Year's Eve this year. However, you can only stay until the hour, and you must leave once the hour is over."
"Why?" The child heard nervous and exciting, and opened his eyes curiously.
Xue Meng said: "...Unless you want to call him Your Majesty."
"Ah..." Hearing even more confused, this little disciple who had just started to get started blinked. He was going to ask again. Xue Meng seemed to remember something unbearable past, so he just put him down and was empty. Take a good shot to rub your eyebrows, looking like a headache to death.
I haven't seen Shizun so distressed since I entered the door. The little guy can't help but be more interested in the legendary "split" Shishu, chasing Xue Meng and asking:
"Master Shizun, Shizun he-"
"Don't ask."
"That master, he..."
"Don't ask."
"The ancestor and uncle..."
"Go back and copy the book!"
"Wow, Master, you are so fierce..."
In the clear sky of Shu, the pure sunshine fell on the two masters and apprentices through the branches, the wind blew, blowing over the hem of Xue Meng's clothes, blowing over the tender cheeks of the little apprentice, blowing over the magnificent peak of death and life, Blowing through the green grass in front of the hero's tomb.
The wind blows, and travels all over the rivers and mountains overnight. It blows over the blind people who hang pots to help the world, blows over the brothers who are admiring plums on the snowfield, blows over the girls drinking by the Dragon Soul Pool in Jiaoshan, and blows over the family members who are retreating in the secluded valley of Nanping. Wherever he has passed, the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the Haiyan River is clear.
Meeting each other, knowing each other and meeting each other, the fates of countless people are intertwined. Although we can't stop at a certain night banquet where we enjoy wine and love each other, good dreams will never wake up, but there will always be broken pieces left by relatives, close friends, and lovers. Shadows, whether they live or die, whether those people leave or not, these fragments will always be with you, returning with you.
The breeze covered the face, and the begonia tree in front of the Tongtian Tower was blooming brilliantly, no different from yesterday. The long night has passed. Everywhere in the world has its own destination. Now everything is peaceful.
Xue Meng looked up at the same towering Buddha, and the pagoda was solemn.
He seemed to recall something, smiled, took his little apprentice's hand, and walked towards the Hall of Hearts of the Heart, the largest sect in the world.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of the master and apprentice chanting leisurely on the Tongtian Tower when he ascended the throne many years ago. The song passed through the long river of time, and was blown away like snow behind the current Sect Leader Xue—
When I visit my old friend, under the bright moon, the faces of lanterns and flowers are red. Once the phoenix chicks sing in the spring dawn, thousands of hectares of rivers and mountains are peaceful. Zongjiao Tibetan brewed Junmo drink, and returned to meet his brother after many years.
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Why should life always be with you, send the east wind with lovesickness from a distance.
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