I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

Lu Wanxian smiled and said, "The younger generation is the successor of Daoist Dongming, the master of Wanhua Mountain, Lu Wanxian."

Master Deadwood snorted from his nose, showing his disdain for these two identities.

"The younger generation really has difficulties. There are some things that are inconvenient to explain to the seniors. When the dust settles in the future, I will definitely understand everything to the seniors." Lu Wanxian knew that the dead wood master was a person with open eyes, and he could not be fooled casually. He didn't intend to offend people just to judge an elder, so his words were very sincere.

"Forget it, the way of heaven runs its own definite number, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will have evil results, and it has nothing to do with me. As for what you have asked for in the past few days, I have already agreed." Master Deadwood turned around and turned his back to the two, "You wait Go yourself, don't send it off."

As soon as these words came out, Qin Chiyu only felt his body relax, and he could move freely again.

He looked at Lu Wanxian, saw Lu Wanxian bowed deeply to Master Withered Wood, and bowed accordingly, thinking to himself, the person Lu Xianzhang respects must be very powerful, and he needs to pay attention to the etiquette.

Moreover, Qin Chiyu has other careful thoughts...

"Let's go." Lu Wanxian turned around, slightly raised his chin at Qin Chiyu, and walked down to the Star Observation Rock, Qin Chiyu immediately followed.

The two climbed the iron rope and jumped down the rock, and after walking for a while, Lu Wanxian sacrificed his flying sword and brought Qin Chiyu back to Wanhua Mountain.

The expression of respect for the dead wood master is not insufficient.

After returning to Wanhua Mountain, Lu Wanxian felt tired for a while.

"I'm tired too, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow." Lu Wanxian rubbed his forehead.

"Okay." Qin Chiyu sent Lu Wanxian to the door of the bedroom.

"You go to rest too." Lu Wanxian turned around, blocking Qin Chiyu's footsteps.

Qin Chiyu's dark eyes fixed on Lu Wanxian's face, stared at it for a while, and then said: "Okay."

Lu Wanxian knew that he looked tired, and he was obviously worried, so he waved his hand lightly, signaling him that it was okay, and turned and went into the room.

Qin Chiyu closed the door for Lu Wanxian, and hesitated in front of the door for a while.

Now or never.

Such a good opportunity, he must not miss it.

Qin Chiyu's gaze became firm, and he left the door without hesitation, walked out of the yard quickly, and quietly hugged a crane from the rock, patted its back, and turned on the crane.

The crane spread its wings, flapped twice, flew into the night sky, and disappeared among the mountains.

The edge of the observatory.

When the upper end of the iron chain moved, there was a sound of iron rubbing against stones. Someone was pulling the iron chain and was climbing up.

Shaoqing, a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen appeared on the edge of the observatory.

Qin Chiyu knelt on one knee on the stargazing stone, breathed evenly, and didn't feel embarrassed. After he climbed up, he didn't stand up in a hurry, but respectfully bowed to the back of the old man on the other side of the stargazing platform, and knelt down on one knee. For him, this is a very heavy etiquette.

The old man turned his face to the side and glanced at Qin Chiyu, showing no surprise, as if he would turn back long ago.

"Master Withered Wood... The boy took the liberty to come here because he wanted to ask for advice." Qin Chiyu paused.

There was silence and no response.

Qin Chiyu knew that he was not obliged to answer him, not to mention that he hadn't brought any gifts, so he had to ask questions, and it was normal for others to be unhappy to answer.

It's just... He will ask whenever there is a glimmer of hope.

If you don't ask, you'll never know the answer.

"Master Deadwood, you have seen a lot, I want to ask you, is there such a situation, that is... a person has two pasts at the same time, and the two pasts contradict each other... In one past, he came to the world for the first time. Xuanmen, in the other past, he has lived in Xuanmen for a while. I don't know if I made it clear." Qin Chiyu scratched his head.

Master Deadwood remained silent.

Qin Chiyu was a little anxious. It was clear that the wind was very strong on the top of the mountain, but he was sweating profusely: "I, I encountered such a situation. I really don't know how to explain it. I used to think that a past is a future. , one of the past is the past, and then I found out, no, both are the past... Sigh! To put it simply, for example, the same person lived alone in a certain place since he was a child and never left there, but one day he Someone discovered that he had lived on the mountain before, and he didn't live alone, and he took an apprentice."

Qin Chiyu was about to jump up and give a dancing performance to Master Deadwood. After finishing his babbling, he raised his head and looked earnestly at the edge of the rock:

"Master Deadwood, you are highly respected and knowledgeable, can you give me a word or two..."

Qin Chiyu's voice suddenly disappeared, and he found that the dead wood master was gone.

When did you leave?Are you impatient to listen to him?

Qin Chiyu's heart sank, and he lowered his head in great disappointment.

pat pat pat.

A pair of little feet wearing sneakers came into Qin Chiyu's field of vision.

He looked up again in astonishment, and saw a child with a round face staring at him.

"My name is Qingzhi."

"W-Where did you come from?" Qin Chiyu took the child's hand, released a magic spell to heat it up, "This place is too high and dangerous, it's not a place for children to play."

The child was stunned, and raised his face: "I'm the grandson of Deadwood, and I've lived here, but you—a brat with two fates, why did you run away from home behind your master's back?"

Qin Chiyu was stunned.

"It's true that like a teacher, there must be a disciple. You two are carrying two fates, don't you think it's too heavy?" Qingzhi shook his head and sighed like a little ghost.

Qin Chiyu murmured: "...Two Fate Tracks? What do you mean?"

Qingzhi stared at him with round eyes, stared at him for a while, and then suddenly said: "So you don't know, that's strange, your master obviously knows..."

Qin Chiyu's heart was pounding, and he instinctively noticed that there seemed to be something hidden behind the thin layer of window paper. With a little force, the window paper could be pierced, and the person who saw that thing the truth.

The problems that have been bothering him can be solved.

No matter what the kid in front of him is, obviously, he knows no less than Deadwood Master.

Qin Chiyu held Qingzhi's little hand even harder, and looked at him seriously: "Qingzhi, can you tell brother, what are two fates? My master and I both have two fates, what does it mean? ?”

Qingzhi wrenched his hands away from Qin Chiyu's grasp in disgust: "Didn't you say that a person has two kinds of memories, that's two fates!"

These words were like a slap in the face, and suddenly pierced Qin Chiyu's thoughts that had been blocked these days.

"A person...why would there be...two fates?" Qin Chiyu felt his throat tighten, and when he was infinitely approaching the truth, he felt nervous and fearful, which made him almost unable to make a sound, and his ears were buzzing Humming, chaotic thoughts tumbling in his mind, especially the heart, the heart with the most violent reaction, seemed to be about to jump out of the cavity.

"How would I know, you go ask your master." Qingzhi backed away, turned into a phantom, and disappeared on the observatory.

Qin Chiyu stretched out his hand, and took an empty hand.

He maintained this posture, froze for half a stick of incense, and then stood up unsteadily.

Two fate tracks are two kinds of memories?Lu Xianchang and him both have two fates?What's the meaning?What exactly does that mean? ?

Qin Chiyu seemed to be out of his body, his eyes were glazed, while muttering to himself, he mechanically went down from the observatory, and walked forward like a walking dead.

When he came back to his senses, the sky in the east was already bright. He didn't know how long and how far he had walked, and now he was standing in a barren grass field, every blade of grass was half the height of a person.

"Crack", something poked him on the shoulder.

Qin Chiyu turned his head in a daze and looked to the side.

The crane stood beside him in some embarrassment, its feathers were blown up by the grass, and its small black eyes stared dissatisfiedly at Qin Chiyu, as if asking, why don't you ride me, and when are you going.

Qin Chiyu picked up the crane, walked through the tall grass, and walked to an open space by the water, smoothing the feathers on its back.

"Xianhe, Xianhe, why does a person have two fates? What does that mean?"

Crane tilted his head.

"Could it be that Lu Xianchang and I have two lives? But... if there is reincarnation, past life, present life, three lives and three lives, if these are true, it doesn't make sense that only the two of us have two fates. .”

The crane bent its neck and combed its feathers.

"Isn't it reincarnation? It's..." Qin Chiyu held back for a long time, but didn't say anything about "but".

The crane simply stuffed its head into its wings, determined to sleep on it first.

"No!" Qin Chiyu slapped his thigh violently.

The crane was startled by its little master, flapped its wings, and jumped back and forth two steps.

"I have to go to the Sutra Pavilion, Xianhe, let's go, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion!" Qin Chiyu grabbed the crane's feathers and turned onto the crane.

In the valley, a white shadow rose to the sky.

At that time, the morning glow was all over the sky, and the east was just white.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the phantom kill mine x1~~~