Bodhi

"But I'm from Jiuli!" The young man suddenly woke up from the beauty of the blue sky, "I belong to Jiuli, not other irrelevant places!"

"Stupid!" The old man coughed heavily, "Stupid!"

He tremblingly grasped the young man's hand, every single word seemed to have exhausted his entire life's strength: "The immortal in the sky can prolong his life, come and go thousands of miles freely, and can travel to every corner of the prehistoric world in one day and one night." !... Can Jiuli do it? Can you do it?"

"The world is so big, the world is so big... Some people can't walk a centimeter in their whole life, but some people can see all the great rivers and mountains, and the fairy islands on the sea. This... This is the same fate. !"

"Grandpa!" The young man was afraid that the old man would be too excited for a while and damage his body, so he repeatedly stroked his withered chest, "Speak slowly, don't rush!"

"When Grandpa was young...he was also a person who went out to see the world!" The old man's throat "cracked", as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck, "You have never seen, that day, in that cloud, hundreds of people Thousands of immortals fly with their swords, hundreds of immortals ride black-winged white birds and tiger deer, and fly mightily from the distant sky... The sky is full of rays of light, their belts are flying up to the clouds Yes, there are bursts of floral fragrance, music that I can't describe...that, that's really..."

The old man seemed to be completely trapped in the fascinating memories, he opened his toothless mouth wide, and didn't care that the trembling and flowing saliva wet the front of his clothes. The young man was also infected by his fanaticism, and he couldn't help murmuring: " Grandpa..."

"That kind of demeanor...is it comparable to those of us in Jiuli who drink blood and crawl around on the ground?" The old man took a quick breath and panted, "But Fengba, you are different! You are not the same as us people!"

The young man slowly stopped wiping, and his expression gradually became silent. There was a bit of embarrassment in his eyes, and he said: "I know, Grandpa, I know that I am different from everyone..."

The old man shook his head, and continued: "You...don't listen to those people's nonsense! Before your mother gave birth to you, you were a virgin in the room, but accidentally fell into the strong wind, and you were born...you are suffering A child conceived in the sky should be born to look down on the world from the sky, not..."

He suddenly coughed violently, sticky bloodshots hung on his disheveled beard, the young man's complexion changed drastically, he clenched his teeth, and hurriedly pulled out a rough cloth bag from his waist, digging out the few remaining pills inside with trembling fingers , will be sent to the mouth of the old man.

"Don't give it to me... I won't eat it...!" The eyes of the old man suddenly radiated a threatening light, like a precious sword that has been honed in an instant, he held down the young man's slender wrist, and said with a heavy breath , "Look at what Grandpa looks like now! Do you want Jiuli to live for only 300 years, and end up like me... Or do you want to be the celestial guest who has been proving the Tao for thousands of years and has been at ease for ten thousand years?"

The young man stared at the old man intently, he was really too old, no matter how much spiritual milk and fairy medicine he took, he could only hang on to his last breath, but he used the last handful of skinny bones like a wind The lifespan of the dying candle lit up a blazing fire in the boy's eyes!

"...Okay." The young man nodded slowly, "I'll go, I'll go to practice Taoism, I'll go to seek eternal life... But Grandpa, you..."

The old man finally smiled with relief.

He was panting like a cow, weakly slumped and then fell down, the look in his eyes gradually went out, and he said in a weak voice: "Those who achieve great things, don't care about small things... I will die after all, but if there is one person who can Grandfather remembers 1000 years, 1 years...then even if Grandpa dies...it's worth it..."

Su Xuechan stood where she was, silently watching the argument between the grandparent and grandson.

The young man held back the tears that welled up in his eyes, and tremblingly said: "Yes! I will definitely do it, grandpa, you have to wait for me!"

Prehistoric spiritual power is abundant, and exotic flowers and fruits are everywhere, so it can only extend the lifespan of the Jiuli people to about 300 years—although the lower realm and Jiuli are from the same human race, their lifespan is only a hundred years The number, but compared to other demons and ascetics, it is enough to be called short-lived.

The starting point of everything is here.

The old man finally went.

He didn't live too long, but the injuries he suffered while traveling through mountains and rivers when he was young greatly dragged down his body. He didn't wait for the boy's promise, and followed the village tradition, and sent him into the depths of the mountain along with the red leaves all over the sky. .

Su Xuechan just kept silent.

He stared at the young man who was wearing filial piety and weeping while supporting his soul. The long-term hunger caused him to be thin and thin, and the oversized robe hung on his body alone and swayed. When he lowered his head, the movement appeared on the spine. The bulge seemed to burst out at any moment.For such a slender boy who is almost scrawny, no one can see that the disaster of the whole prehistoric era will hang on his shoulder blades after a thousand years.He will carry a sea of ​​floods that will destroy the world, bury Kunyu, and bury Xinghuo.

He and several "wisdom-rooted" children in the village were selected by non-Jiuli ascetics. The prehistoric situation is so great that except for the tribes of Jiuli who are often called barbarians, the rest are all led by Emperor Hong. The human race and fairy beasts are the main ones.Su Xuechan watched the taoist's crisp plain robe fluttering in the wind, which was in stark contrast with the young men he had picked away, and always had a bad premonition in his heart.

The old man thought too simply.

The Jiuli tribe is limited by the lifespan of "300 years", but the human race in the Central Plains, why don't they envy their natural life span that is several times longer than ordinary people?

You must know that not everyone can have this talent to embark on the road and prove longevity.There are so many celestial beings in the blue sky, are there not many ordinary beings bustling under it?What's more, not all ascetics are high-spirited and upright people. Everyone is a person who climbs up by stepping on the bones and bathing in blood.This kind of chaos was temporarily cured only after Emperor Hong's ascension to the nine heavens and the issuance of the golden and jade books. As early as before Chi You came out and the era of chaotic gods, Su Xuechan couldn't even imagine that these helpless people How the child might be treated.

...And the face of this Taoist is very clear in Feng Beilie's memory.

If they meet a responsible teacher, a formal guide, is it necessary for him to outline every detail of this person's figure clearly, without any trace?

While Su Xuechan watched coldly, she couldn't help but carefully observe their every move.

The Taoist led them out of the village entrance, stretched out an arm in front of the eagerly watching villagers all over the village, and threw down a paper-made flying crane. More than a hundred times, the wide back also has enough space to accommodate about ten people. It flies in the air, flapping its slender wings constantly.

The villagers were all in an uproar, their expressions could not hide their excitement and envy, but the Taoist was used to these reactions, and he just snorted coldly from his nasal cavity: "Let's go!"

The rest of the teenagers set foot on the paper cranes one after another as promised, but Feng Beilie's face was as usual, even with a little bit of disappointment and confusion.

Paper cranes fly in the sky. Amidst the excitement of ushering in a new world and the tension of facing the legendary fairy, the teenagers can't even turn their heads and wave goodbye to their families. The farther and farther homeland, and the red maple forests all over the mountains and plains.

"What's the matter with you?" The higher you go, the colder the wind and mist blowing beside you are, a young man leans closer to Feng Beilie's side, I don't know if it's because of the cold or because of excitement, his teeth are clenched. Stop giggling, "Why are you unhappy?"

Feng Beilie glanced at him hesitantly, as if hesitating for something, after a while, he still lowered his voice, and whispered in the young man's ear: "Is this the ability of a fairy? But I... I was able to do it a long time ago arrive……"

The disappointment in his tone and the hint of showing off made the young man immediately think of the extraordinaryness of the person in front of him, and the feeling of closeness to his fellow countrymen that he had just had because of leaving home disappeared with the cold wind. He pouted, and immediately sat up straight, rolling his eyes in disdain: "What are you showing off, little monster..."

The young man's voice was a bit loud, and he didn't have time to care about the insult he said to himself. Feng Beilie first glanced nervously at the Taoist who was walking in front of Lingfeng, and seeing that he didn't respond, he breathed a sigh of relief, then turned lonely Nesting in a corner of the paper crane, he lowered his head and played with his fingers silently.

Su Xuechan followed them, and when he glanced at the Taoist in front of him, he knew that Feng Beilee had put his mind at ease too soon, but whoever cultivates the Tao is not a person with good ears and eyesight?It can be as light as the singing of birds within a radius of ten miles, and as severe as the singing of katydids thousands of miles away. He has cultivated to that level of great power—for example, he just came to the prehistoric world a thousand years later and was warned by the little demon. Thousands of miles apart, the person being called can also listen to the heartbeat in an instant and know what the other person is talking about.

The teenagers thought that everything would be safe by lowering their voices, but in fact, maybe this unknown person had already heard it and remembered it in their hearts?

He looked back at Feng Beilie again. He naturally couldn't feel the cold in the wind, so he didn't get snot and tears like other teenagers. He hid his fingertips in his oversized sleeves— — This dress was found from the box left by the old man. It is said that it is mixed with strong sky ramie, and it will not be damaged even if it is worn for ten years.Now, hiding his hands inside, he stared dreamily at his fingers as they dissipated into the wind and took on various shapes.

Su Xuechan stared at him coldly.

Such talent... is a disaster.

However, he was engrossed in playing here, and those teenagers were not blind. Immediately, a sharp-eyed person shouted: "It's disgusting! Stay away from us, you freak!"

Feng Beilie was so frightened that he shivered all over, and quickly retracted his hands into his sleeves like an electric shock. His eyes subconsciously drifted to the Taoist's back, and he hurriedly stammered to defend himself: "I'm not a monster, you, don't Nonsense!"

"It's not a monster, what is it?!" Seeing that he dared to talk back, the young man surrounded by a dozen boys spat hard, picked the mud from the sole of his shoe with his finger, and smashed it on Feng Beilie's face, "Freak, what a shame! Knowing why the Immortal Elder chose you, just fall down and kill you now!"

After being splashed by the stinky mud, Feng Beilie didn't dare to cover it with his sleeves, lest he would dirty this precious relic, he wiped his cheeks with his hands indiscriminately, pursed his lips and did not speak, but his eyes were already silent. The ground is red.As if suddenly discovering a good pastime for a long-distance trip, the dozen or so boys all smiled and followed suit, throwing a cloud of mud rain towards the corner where he was curled up. His chest covered his back, his left and right were stretched out, his body was covered with dots, and he shouted in a breathless voice: "Don't smash it! This is what grandpa left for me...don't smash it...please you……"

Su Xuechan raised his eyebrows, and looked at the Taoist's reaction again, but after watching, his heart sank involuntarily.

How can a formal monastic sect allow its disciples to be elected to bully each other?However, there was even a faint smile on the Taoist's face, until Feng Beilie finally cried helplessly, and he shouted impatiently: "Okay, please be quiet!"

Su Xuechan pressed his knuckles, unwilling to look at that cowardly young man wiping his sleeves and robes, sobbing and crying.