The power of rebirth to rule the world

Yunwu Mountain.Guixianju.

"Third Master, you are back, huh? Where is Fourth Master?" Feng Ruo knew that Third Master and Fourth Master were coming back today, but why did Third Master come back alone, and where is Fourth Master?

"Your fourth master has returned to Taohuayuan. Let me tell you not to miss your usual homework because of fun. He will come back to check your homework after a while." The art-crazy scholar said with a faint smile.

"Oh." Feng Ruo replied, obviously a little unhappy.

This stinky old man left as soon as he said he would, without even saying hello to him in advance!Hmph, I knew I wouldn't prepare those good things!

With those good things, the stinky old man must be jumping up and down for joy!Thinking of the old man Xidu seeing those spiritual herbs, he felt better.

"Is today's general meeting of the Poison League fun?" Feng Ruo asked.

"Alas..." Mentioning the general meeting of the Poison League this time, the art-crazy scholar sighed before saying anything.

"Third Master, is that smelly old man alright?" Feng Ruo looked at the appearance of the idiot scholar, thought that something happened to the old man Xidu, his face turned pale, and asked anxiously.

"Xi Du is fine, don't worry." The art-crazy scholar immediately comforted Feng Ruo when he saw Feng Ruo's worried eyes.

"Well, it's good that it's okay." Feng Ruo's face brightened a little when he heard this.

"The general meeting of the Poison League is really embarrassing. Ling Feng made a bet with your four masters and took their respective poisons. But Ling Feng actually killed his own son Ling Xuan, just to get the blood of his closest relatives to detoxify, and finally The gain outweighs the loss. That Ling Xuan was devoted to protecting his father, but Ling Feng actually let him go." The art-crazed scholar said with emotion.

"How can there be such a deranged person in the world, and the tiger's poison does not eat children, this Ling Feng really deserves to die!" Hearing this, Feng Ruo said angrily.

"It's hard to say good and evil in this world, how can we teach people not to be embarrassed." The art-crazy scholar sighed slightly.

Another innocent life, poor people must have something to hate, this statement is really true.Perhaps it was because of a life-and-death farewell, so the art-crazy scholar's mood changed slightly.

"Third Master, you... You seem to be different in some way, but Ruo'er can't tell what's different." Feng Ruo raised her head and stared at the art-crazy scholar for a while, and finally asked the doubts in her heart.

"Maybe it's because of a different mood." The art-crazed scholar smiled indifferently.

"Third Master..." Feng Ruo hesitated for a while but still couldn't bear to say it.

The fourth master left without saying hello. Although Feng Ruo was sad, he didn't say anything.The general meeting of the Poison League is also over, and the third master is leaving.Alas, after getting along for a few years, they suddenly left, and I really don't get used to it.

The art-crazy scholar conveyed the words of the old man Xidu to the old man Guixian, and then went to the top of Yunwu Mountain to meditate. Feng Ruo followed the art-crazy scholar, afraid that he would also leave without saying a word.

The top of Yunwu Mountain has a wide view. Occasionally, the breeze blows off the leaves on the top of the mountain, and falls on the skirts of the two of them and on the Longyinqin.Feng Ruo stared at the art-crazed scholar who had closed his eyes and realized the Tao without blinking, and secretly thought that the third master was becoming more and more like a master.

I really don't know what's so good about this Dao, and the third master will also come to join in the fun and understand it.Feng Ruobai was bored and counted the leaves blown down by the wind in his heart, but the third master didn't open his mouth, so he didn't open his mouth either.Parting is imminent, saying anything seems superfluous.He knew that Third Master had to leave, and he had no reason to stop him.He didn't know what else to do besides being silent.

This sitting lasted until night, Feng Ruo hesitated for a long time looking at the third master who was like a rock.Finally he said: "Third Master, it's getting late, you see the moon is out, let's go down the mountain to have some dinner, how about coming back tomorrow?"

"It's better to go back, the zither sings together, while the wind is still clear and the clouds are still shallow, and the moonlight is full of sleeves."

The art-crazed scholar opened his bright eyes, murmured out such a sentence, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he went down the mountain on his own.He couldn't hear how Fengruo called him, as if countless years had passed between Fengruo and the art-crazy scholar at that moment.

Feng Ruo trotted all the way to follow the figure of the idiot scholar, but found that he did not go back to eat, but went straight out of the mountain gate of Guixianju.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, Feng Ruo watched the figure carrying the dragon chanting zither go further and further away until he disappeared.He finally couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, and cried out in a crying voice: "Third Master, Ruo'er will miss you, Ruo'er will wait for you to come back."

Regardless of whether the art-crazy scholar heard it or not, he just yelled a few words.Tears wet her cheeks unknowingly, Feng Ruo stubbornly wiped them dry, then turned her head and went back to Guixianju.He knew that there was a master waiting for him to have dinner with him, and he always remembered the kindness of nurturing.

Mangshan.

A gray cloudy air enveloped the sky, and upon entering Mang Mountain, a biting chill hit the face.He frowned, hating it very much from the bottom of his heart.But that person has lived here for ten years. He tightly squeezed the sachet embroidered with perilla flowers, and there were a few anti-drug pills in the sachet.He never spoke, but his mind was full of thoughts.The art-crazy scholar stepped on human bones, his face turned pale, but he didn't stop at all.

It is not an exaggeration to call this place the Mountain of Corpse Bones. The mountains and plains are full of bones, including beast bones and human bones, but human bones still account for the majority.The place is very cloudy and damp, I really don't know if it was good or bad for that person to live here and practice magic skills.

After about a quarter of an hour, the art-crazed scholar walked halfway up the mountain with his Long Yinqin on his back.He stood halfway up the mountain for a long time, but he didn't see a single living creature.Although it is noon now, this gloomy Mang Mountain is as dead and silent as the night.

After a few years of comfortable life in Yunwu Mountain, when I set foot here again, I felt so strange.One step to heaven, one step to hell, maybe that's it.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally walked into the grotto.As soon as he entered, there was a mountain of bones. He recited a few Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, and then mocked: "The sin is serious, so it doesn't matter how many Buddhist scriptures you read." I don't know if he is talking about him or the person in this mountain.

If there were no words from him back then, how could that person have been willing to hide in the dark Mang Mountain for ten years?If that person really became a demon, speaking of it, it has nothing to do with him.

The deeper the grotto went, the stronger the smell of blood from the bones became. It seemed that these were people who had just died, and the smell of blood from the bones had not dissipated yet.As for why these people died, he no longer wanted to guess.

The art-crazed scholar sighed slightly. Over the years, I don't know what that person has become.