So What If You've Been Reborn?

Autumn frost is everywhere, and the weeds are withered and yellow.

There was a light rain the night before, and the traces of the horseshoes stretched all the way to the end of the sky.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the whole sky crimson. The wind and sand outside the pass swept past, and when passing through the dilapidated city wall standing alone in the wilderness, it made a ghostly howling sound.

There used to be a city here.

It has been in ruins for many years, and the flag is not visible on the top of the city, only a few flagpoles are still standing here and there.

More than half of the city wall collapsed, and the remaining stones looked very solid, built high up, and its shadow covered a large area on the ruins, so the buildings there were also the best preserved.

As long as you step on the rubble and sand into the roadway, you can see a circle of stone masonry around the well, and the shed above the well is only half collapsed.There are footprints everywhere near the well. In this abandoned city, because of the remaining well, caravans occasionally pass by here and temporarily stop.

Next to the well, there are a few particularly spacious stone houses. The damaged roofs have also been carefully repaired by passers-by. The old and new stones, and the felt cloth that is so dirty that the color cannot be seen, look very inconsistent.

The deserted city was deserted, and the sharp whistling sound was like a mournful tune.

At this moment, in front of the stone house, in a sheltered place under the city wall, someone fanned a fan on the firewood pile.

In the earthen pot on the fire, the soup is milky white and has a strong fragrance.

The person who fanned the fire was sitting leisurely on the stone, watching the flames of the woodpile, humming a tune: "Luoyang city is beautiful in spring, and the Taoist priests of Luoyang are old in other places, and the mutton is indispensable."

He is dressed in a Ge Bu Taoist robe, with wide sleeves that go straight to the elbows, a green lotus crown on his head, a snow-white dust whisk on his back, and cloud shoes on his feet.

He looks like an ordinary wandering Taoist, but his body is spotless, which is extremely unusual in this wilderness outside the pass.It seems to be rambunctious and without airs, but a pair of eyes are deep and transparent, as if seeing through the sorrows and joys of the world, and there is a touch of natural majesty in Qingming.

When people saw him, first of all, they would not be able to discern his appearance carefully under this extraordinary demeanor.

"Good sheep."

Nan Hongzi looked down at the earthen pot, took out a pair of chopsticks and fiddled with the soup. There was a mutton leg bone in it, which was cooked through. The thin mutton slices rolled up and down, which was very attractive.

"Some seasoning." Nan Hongzi muttered, feeling in his sleeves, and finally took out a small rough porcelain bottle with great care, which contained Sichuan peppercorns, which had been ground into fine pieces.

Shaking it lightly in the crock pot, the crushed peppers quickly melted into the soup without any trace.

At the same time, a fresh numbing fragrance hits the face.

"Tsk tsk."

Nan Hongzi proudly put away the porcelain vase, and said to himself: "The craftsmanship is still the same as before, very good!"

He stretched out his hand contentedly, and lifted the gourd next to him, and was suddenly taken aback.

His eyes flicked to the gourd, and he shook it again, only to be sure that there was not a single drop of the jug of wine he bought in the country shop before leaving the customs.

"There are no apprentices around, not even anyone to buy wine."

Nan Hongzi threw the gourd aside and said angrily.

Although this place is remote, but with the strength of a monk's feet, it is no problem to travel ten miles, and you can get a drink anytime you want.

Nan Hongzi was alone, and he wanted to cook mutton soup and drink wine, which was obviously impossible.

"Wine is what I want, and meat is what I want. You can't have both, and you can take it leisurely without your apprentice." Nan Hongzi sighed solemnly at the earthen pot, "No one will grab it, it's good !"

Compared with the benefits of eating alone, the apprentice should go to whichever side is cooler!

After all, I am still happy alone!

"Get out, get out." Nan Hongzi waved his hand, and the fire on the firewood pile was extinguished, leaving only smoke.

He held the chopsticks, and before he could do anything, he saw a figure standing at the end of the ruins.

Nan Hongzi was startled.

Although he is not considered a monk now, his realm is already extraordinary, and because of the seizing of the house, he still has the spiritual consciousness of the Mahayana period.In this world, there are only a handful of people who can be so close to him that he doesn't notice the slightest movement.

The enemy and the enemy are unknown, so it is obviously inappropriate to act rashly.

Nan Hongzi narrowed his eyes, and laughed in a long voice: "Which fellow Taoist passed by, could it be that he has taken a fancy to the craftsmanship of the poor Taoist?"

The man walked slowly from the wind and sand, wearing a bamboo hat, wrapped tightly in felt cloth, only showing a pair of eyes and a strange crimson mark between his brows.

Looking closer, there are two lotus flowers, but the rhizomes under the lotus are joined together.

Nan Hongzi is well-informed and knowledgeable. There are some unorthodox exercises that have been passed down from generation to generation in the cultivation world. If they are practiced to the extreme, they will show their traces outside the Lingtai Zifu, that is, marks will appear between the eyebrows.

But Bing Dilian—Nan Hongzi had never heard of such a mark.

The vigilance deepened at the moment, and Nan Hongzi's hand holding the chopsticks froze:

In his eyes, the visitor had no flaws. In other words, Nan Hongzi felt that no matter where he started, he was not completely sure. This kind of mysterious and dangerous person full of uncertainties was the only one Nan Hongzi had ever seen in his life.

"You call me Daoist friend?"

He smiled with a slightly hoarse voice, and his eyes fell on Nan Hongzi, as if he was looking at something extremely rare.

"According to my inquiries over the past few days, the Beixuan faction should have been destroyed. At this moment in this world, there are not only people who practice the Wuxiang Yiming Yuan Gong, but also a person who coincides with the principle of 'Original Dao Tianjie' , the Beixuan faction is really passing the torch, and it will continue to grow."

The visitor's tone was not kind, but Nan Hongzi didn't take it seriously, and started fishing for mutton.

"Junior, do you think I'm talking nonsense?" The man smiled coldly.

Nan Hongzi sneered, junior, I haven't heard of this title for many years.

But let's just be a junior, counting according to the age of Duoshe, Qu Hong is less than forty this year!

It doesn't matter if the person in front of him has a high level of cultivation, but his realm is even more vast and impenetrable. To Nan Hongzi, he is a bit like his little apprentice Chen Ho - his cultivation level is far inferior to his own. It is a person whose strength cannot catch up with the realm due to various reasons.

Chen Ho is in the stage of transforming gods. It is said that he was able to ascend as a demon cultivator in his previous life. It is not surprising that there is such a strangeness.

But the person in front of him, whose strength has clearly reached the peak of the Mahayana period, still gives people this feeling, which is remarkable.

Nan Hongzi didn't need to think about it carefully, he just labeled this uninvited guest as "troublesome" in his heart, well, it's probably still a big trouble!Because listening to his tone, it seems that he has seen the scene of the heyday of the Beixuan School.

At least Nan Hongzi was sure of the name "Wuxiang Wuxiang Yiming Yuangong", which the Beixuan faction had never heard of for five generations.

——This person even met Shi Feng and Chen He.

Nan Hongzi thought for a moment, and there was nothing he couldn't guess.

The person in front of him is Yang Xinyue, the patriarch of Nanhe Sect who Shi Feng mentioned, who fought against Feiqiong Island master Shen Yubai in the South China Sea and transformed himself into Qiantan Bingdilian.

Monk 8000 years ago.

Nan Hongzi frowned. At the beginning, he told Shi Feng not to worry about other things. The boat would go straight to the bridge, and the car would have a way to the mountain. But it was unexpected that the mountain came to find him.

Even though 8000 years ago, the Nanhe Sect and the Beixuan Sect beat life and death, and the hatred was as deep as the sea. After the passage of time, the Beixuan Sect survived in name only, and the Nanhe Sect did not even have a shadow. ?

"Meat that has been rolled for too long will get old." Nan Hongzi stretched out his chopsticks towards the earthen pot, "The world is just like the mutton in this soup. It's not good, it's born again too early, hatred, joy and anger, so we have to talk about it." opportunity."

"Oh? In your eyes, Dao is not as important as this pot of soup?" Yang Xinyue said lightly.

"Can Poor Dao touch Dao, is he going to ascend soon?" Nan Hongzi laughed, and asked himself, "No, so Dao is not as good as this pot of mutton soup. The opportunity should not be missed, right? Timing. What hasn’t come yet is nothing but illusion.”

Of course Yang Xinyue was not someone who was easily persuaded.

He stared at Nan Hongzi, and said meaningfully: "I originally thought that you would be very interested in what I said about 'the original Dao Tianjie'. As long as you ask, I won't be able to deceive you and other juniors."

Nan Hongzi continued to eat the mutton without speaking.

Not only did he eat it, but he also took out the hard dry biscuits from his bosom, broke them into pieces and soaked them in the soup, and the fragrance wafted everywhere with the wind.

Something under the felt robe around Yang Xinyue's waist suddenly moved.

He held it down, and said nonchalantly: "Nowadays, the cultivation world is in decline, and there is no one in the world who understands this way. I see that you are so calm and detached. It must be the state of my own understanding. How? Think I have stepped out of the unprecedented The detached realm, in fact, is still repeating the path of the ancient monks, lost? Or disappointed?"

Nan Hongzi had no choice but to look up from the mutton soup: "Why did the suzerain cultivate immortals?"

Yang Xinyue's eyes were fixed.

He wasn't surprised that the other party pointed out his identity, unless the two Beixuan sect disciples he saw before had an enmity with the one in front of him, so he didn't remind the other party.

But Nan Hongzi's question obviously exceeded his expectations.

"Cultivating Immortals—" Yang Xinyue murmured, "It's been a long time, I've already forgotten."

Nan Hongzi clapped his hands and applauded: "Just forget it."

"..."

Yang Xinyue stared at him.

——Forgetting is not obsession.

It is a hundred times, a thousand times better than reasons such as "getting ahead", "revenge", "getting rid of life, old age, sickness and death".

There are comparisons, there are gains and losses, and if you can't see through it, it is a demonic obstacle.

Nan Hongzi would not compare with the ancient monks who realized the "Tao" first.

"Whoever goes, this is his way. There is no one in the past, and there will be no one in the future. Only the mutton of heaven, earth and me!" Nan Hongzi said solemnly, holding up his chopsticks.

Yang Xinyue suddenly smiled, he sat down by the fire, and unwrapped the felt robe.

What made Nan Hongzi dumbfounded was that the other party grabbed it casually, condensed his true essence into a pair of chopsticks, unceremoniously reached into the pot, and accurately picked up the largest and most thoroughly cooked piece of mutton.

"You missed the opportunity." Yang Xinyue smiled slightly.

"..."

"There is no such kind of utensils in ancient times, fortunately it is not difficult to learn." Yang Xinyue's second chopsticks were not so accurate, as if he had just stared at the pot for a long time and understood the law of mutton rolling.

When it comes to grabbing food, Nan Hongzi has been fighting against his apprentice for many years, how can he dare to lose the wind?

A pot of mutton and soaked dry biscuits were snatched away by two people in an instant.

Nan Hongzi still couldn't get enough of it, so he was in the mood to look at the suzerain of Nanhe Sect.

——Except for the imprint between the eyebrows, Yang Xinyue's appearance is very ordinary, except for a very large cyan gourd hanging on his waist.

Nan Hongzi's eyes lit up.

Yang Xinyue saw through his thoughts and said, "This is not wine."

After speaking, he patted the gourd and added seriously: "There is a fish inside."

"Isn't it just right, fish and sheep are delicious, just cook another pot of soup." Nan Hongzi suggested.

"No, this is a big fish that can swallow all the monks in the South China Sea. It is extremely hard. Just scratching the scales can kill a Mahayana monk." Yang Xinyue pressed the gourd that kept bouncing.

"..."