Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Xiang Yinli came here dressed in moonlight, still with a gentle expression like water, but there was an indelible tiredness between his brows.

It stands to reason that with his cultivation base, he would not have such obvious physical fatigue.

However, when he fell in the upper cultivation world, he wasted a lot. In addition, the seniors of the former sect almost perished in that collapse. When he first came to the world, he had to support himself with grief as the acting suzerain.

Then there were several times of evil disasters. Immemorial Court's ancient evil magic gave them a buffer, but all the immortal sects in the world suffered heavy losses. He dragged his old wounds to work hard, and set up the peaceful life for the past few years. , but after all, it cannot last for a long time, and another method needs to be found.

Xiang Guchun made hot tea for Xiang Yinli, and Xiang Yinli was not in a hurry to ask him about his remarks about enlightenment, but just asked him how he has been in the past few months.

After listening to the disciple's answers one by one, Xiang Yinli pulled him to the wooden chair beside him and sat down, "Ah Xue has been away these days, is there anything you can't forget?"

Xiang Guchun thought about it carefully, and there were many things he had seen and heard, but almost none of which were unforgettable.

He shook his head slowly, "Master, I don't understand. Mountains are mountains, waters are waters, and people are people. There is not much difference."

If someone else heard his words, he might not want to scold the child for ignorance, but Xiang Yinli just smiled, tapped his disciple's forehead with his fingers, and said: "Then there are all kinds of human emotions, can you see it?"

In the past, Xiang Yinli asked his apprentices to understand the way of the world, because Xiang Guchun was as if he lacked a root in the world, he was dull and didn't know how to distinguish, and he seemed to be parroting when he grew up to this age.

But this can't be blamed on him.

Back then, in order to save his dying senior brother, Yan Yuanhan found a baby who had just landed. The baby was born in the Immemorial Miexie Seal.

The baby's biological mother has turned into the silver light that fills the sky. Maybe it's because she is infected with evil currents and wants to die together, or because she is powerless and desperate to fight. Yan Yuanhan doesn't know, but he knows that this child with the blood of Xianting Can save his brother's life.

Before Yan Yuanhan came, the baby had been crying for several days, and his body was extremely weak. Maybe he could live if he poured spiritual energy and supplemented with heavy medicine, or maybe he died from then on.

Yan Yuanhan rushed here after hearing the news, and took this opportunity at the risk of being infected by evil breath.

He wasn't trying to save the child, what he was looking for was a powerful container.

Originally, the tiny hope was the relic or remnant of the real immortal in Xianting. It was not until Elder Yan fell into the silver flower bushes and tremblingly picked the flowers and leaves that he saw the child whose face was flushed purple.

He dispersed most of the baby's soul with a secret method, and blended a strand of his brother's seriously injured soul into it.

The child survived, but maybe one day in the future, he will tear his soul apart and return the strand of soul that originally belonged to Xiang Guchun to him.

It is also because of the mixture of souls that Xiang Guchun is too numb to all kinds of human emotions, and has no understanding of emotions, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. When he grows older, these emotions will also be fleeting.

He will be as close to Gu Chunjian as if he were a living person, and he will be as indifferent to a living person as he is to a sword.

But he is also talented and intelligent, and he is even more enlightened on the way of cultivation. The venerable who cultivates the path of ruthlessness once said that his mind is like still water, which is the real realm of ruthlessness and no distracting thoughts.

Therefore, he has never had a name or surname. In the old custom of the fairy court, the name and surname can only be determined after enlightenment, and it was not until he got Gu Chunjian that all kinds of mixed emotions really stopped.

He began to behave as usual, and he was very popular in the sect. Everyone could call him "Little Senior Brother", or "Little Gu Chun".

It's just that there is still a confusion in his heart.

There are many obsessions in the world about why people are happy, sad, obsessed, and give up.

Xiang Gu Chun was also very considerate after he understood the seven emotions and six desires, and he should be ashamed when he knew that there was no gain in this way.

So he still talked about a piece of knowledge: "In the middle of the mission, I met an old man in a school in the city. He was full of poetry and books. He was humorous and accessible. He had taught countless talented and knowledgeable people. He also took in many orphans. He read and practiced every day. , playing in the courtyard in my spare time, it is very lively."

He recalled carefully, "The old man was enjoying the cool under the tree, he didn't mind the noise of the children, his eyes were kind and kind, but he was also a bit sad."

Because of this bit of melancholy, Xianggu Chunhua became a monk who came to study, and often talked with the old man in his spare time. The old man liked his exquisite heart and treated him very kindly.

One day, Xiang Guchun asked the doubts in his heart, "Why do you have peaches and plums all over the world, and you have students serving you, but you are still a little bit at a loss?"

The old man twirled his white beard, glanced at his gray robe, and said: "When I was young, this old man once fell in love with a monk, and he was a swordsman with a very stupid mind. Sword repair."

Cultivators have a long lifespan and rarely marry mortals, because the stories of what they can't get because of what they ask for in the world are mostly similar.

Xiang Guchun remained silent, the old gentleman seemed to see what he was thinking, and said: "At that time, I took a gamble and didn't want him to be sad in the future, so I limited it to 100 years. Be with him without hindrance, if I don't enter the Dao, 100 years will pass in a blink of an eye, then I will die wherever I want, and he can forget me and go to find the realm of the sword."

"What happened later?" Xiang Guchun asked.

"Later..." the old man pointed to the top of his head, "then the sky collapsed."

The children were fighting in front of the court, and many withered and yellow leaves were falling down in the wind, "That day, there was a black vortex in the sky, we had no way to escape, there were screams everywhere, there were many monks frying pills, it was like gold falling from the sky... …When he finally stabilized for the time being, his sword spirit found me. It said that his master didn’t want to wait for 100 years, and he didn’t want to come looking for me because I was too angry. But I didn’t have the foundation of cultivating immortals, so he just wanted to I want to find a way to exhaust my cultivation without compromising my normal lifespan, but I haven't found it yet..."

Xiang Guchun lowered his eyes and said: "My condolences...but we have the same heart, so there is no regret."

"That's what I said." The old man patted the table with his haggard fingers, "We used to joke about building a bookstore or a school together, but now I'm the only one left. , come to write history, go to the court to be a good official, and save the people who survived this disaster."

The old man smiled and looked at Xianggu Chun, he was smiling, but there was water in his eyes, as well as the melancholy that had been washed away by the years, "You asked me why I was at a loss, and I couldn't give you a scripted answer, but maybe it was because I had So a little lonely."

He sighed softly: "100 years, how long."

100 years, originally the lifespan of a mortal, is the command room for monks.

When Xiang Guchun walked out of the old man's school, his heart was filled with strange emotions, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

After Xiang Yinli listened to his narration, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of his hair, and said softly: "What do you think?"

"People seem to be very afraid of being alone." Xiang Guchun answered him truthfully, "A person will be lonely if they live alone, and many people will be lonely when they are busy. When I sat on the roof and looked at the clouds in the sky, Taiqing's senior brother Said I looked alone and lonely."

He frowned in confusion and said, "But since it's lonely no matter what, and it's nothing but duckweed in the evil and chaotic world for a long time, why bother to make friends with others and add more loneliness."

Xiang Yinli nodded his head and said: "You are not bad at enlightenment, but you haven't fully understood yet."

But the head of the prime minister didn't give him any more advice, he just said: "People are so complicated, my teacher hopes that you will understand human feelings and not be bullied by others, but when I think about if my teacher is not around one day, I will leave you alone. And I hope you never see through."

"Why are you not here?" Xiang Guchun's eyes were clear, he was not as innocent as a child, he asked sincerely.

The ray of soul that has been separated from his body will inevitably return to the body, and if he returns to the scattered body, he will not understand the assumption that the master said.

Drinking and leaving each other without saying a word, he said with a warm smile: "Then I hope Axue can find the answer by himself."

Another hundred years later, when Xiang Guchun was teleported by Xiang Yinli from the cave that was about to be submerged by the evil current wave, he actually failed to understand the answer that the master said.

But at that time, he was already the great disciple of Hanshan Youyun who was famous all over the world, and he was called the double master with Zhou Ling who was too pure. In addition to the reputation of sword master, Zhou Ling also had the title of heir to the head of Hanshan.

However, the old wounds are hard to heal and Xiang Yinli is near the end of his battle. He knows that his disciples cannot take on the great responsibility of the cultivation world, so he deliberately gives up the power to the Zongmen Daoist, hoping to find a long-term solution.

Perhaps Xiang Yinli was not surprised that he would die in the evil current.

This was his vaguely clear destiny a long time ago, and when his eldest apprentice calmly returned his soul to seek that ray of life for him, he knew that the young man in front of him was no longer the one who always stood in a daze in his yard. of ice lumps.

He has an obsession and understands what it means to be reluctant.

I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

The evil breath is pervasive, and the tide is rolling. Xiang Yinli leans against the wall of the cave, feeling the reverberation of the earth veins brought about by the evil current that is about to flow back.

This world-renowned power suddenly remembered that when he was in the sect of cultivating the world, his master brought a young man to him with a gourd of immortal wine as soon as he came back.

The old fairy pushed the young man forward, and said: "Yin Li, I picked up a junior for you outside, please take care of me for the master."

The young man's eyes were arrogant, with a sense of arrogance, and after a long while, he called out dryly: "Senior brother."

Yan Yuanhan has always been like this, since he was a child, he kept a cold face as if someone owed him millions of spirit stones, and no one in the sect wanted to talk to him.

That is to drink away from each other, and take care of them as a master and a brother.

In fact, Xiang Yinli also knew that this little junior brother would secretly help him chase away monsters, clean up those disciples with dirty mouths, and learn about the lower cultivation world that he was very interested in.

Covering up the cruel love and hatred, it was Yan Yuanhan who made him always think that the place was full of flowers and beautiful like a dream.

The young man's sword is getting faster and faster, and one day he will be able to block in front of his senior brother, preventing the evil things from invading him.

On the day Yan Yuanhan, a big ice cube, came to invite him to become a Taoist couple, the clouds and clouds in the upper cultivation world were steaming, and he took a drink with his sword and left to a cliff. far vast.

He pressed the Jishuang sword into Xiang Yinli's hand.

The sword cultivator handed over the sword that he regarded as his life as a betrothal gift.

Yan Yuanhan held his hand vigorously, fixed his eyes, and said, "Senior brother, be a Taoist companion with me!"

They did have a good time, but it's a pity that the sky didn't work out.

Xiangyin is attached to the world, and he has a lot of thoughts. Those thoughts about the world of cultivation, about the dawn of thousands of people, at the end of the trip, finally drift away from him like clouds and day by day.

Yan Yuanhan wants to protect his senior brother, but his senior brother actually doesn't need anyone's protection most of the time.

He has a great reputation, he is the head of a sect, he is a belief in the world, and he is invincible with a long pavilion in his hand. There is no spiritual screen that is more reassuring than "drinking away from each other".

But after the end of the road, he is nothing.

Drinking each other and separating the ice-blue sword tassels on the Bie Chang Pavilion, the sword tassels were originally a pair, with a sound transmission circle inside, but they had already been damaged in the fighting, and now they are just a damaged tassel.

Xiang Yinli leaned against the wall, the evil current rushed to the entrance of the cave and filled most of it in an instant, the mountain collapsed with rocks, crumbling.

He softly said to Jiansui: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother can't kill me anymore, come and save me quickly."

In the distant Taiqing Sect, Yan Yuanhan stretched out his hand to catch the suddenly snapped green sword tassel, looked at the bright cloud light, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother?"

Thousands of miles away from the Xieliu bursting the embankment, Xiangguchun opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body was in severe pain like rolling over a mountain of knives, and there was thick darkness in front of him.

He struggled to feel for Gu Chunjian, but he heard the rustling of grass leaves, and a voice came from a few steps away: "... who are you?"

Xiang Guchun reluctantly opened his mouth, but only made a series of fuzzy breath sounds, the buzzing in his ears gradually weakened, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and passed out completely.

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The author has something to say:

Successfully sent away the teacher Xiangyinli√

Xiangyinli: Originally, it was just a name, but it turned out that there was an exit scene, which is really surprising.

Yan Yuanhan: (draws sword)