[full-time master] immortal

We ushered in the Spring Festival of the Year of the Wuzi in Hangzhou.On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Vientiane is renewed.My brothers and sisters from the Su family and I sat side by side on the sofa to watch the replay of yesterday’s Spring Festival Gala. Zhao Benshan and Song Dandan’s combination of white clouds and black soil can make us laugh every year. At that time, no one thought that this would be the last time their combination appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala. on.

However, Su Muqiu couldn't laugh.He sat on the sofa in a daze, as if his mind was drifting elsewhere.

At this time, Grandpa came over, patted Su Muqiu on the shoulder, and motioned him to go over.So, I can't watch sketches in peace.I pricked up my ears, turned my head slightly, and used my peripheral vision to capture the secret conversation between Grandpa and Su Muqiu.

Grandpa seemed to have made some suggestions to Su Muqiu. Su Muqiu nodded occasionally, but most of the time he shook his head.After some stalemate and see-saw, the two finally seemed to have reached an agreement. Grandpa turned his head and nodded to Aunt Su who was standing quietly in the corner of the room.

At that time, I knew that grandpa had figured out a way to properly accommodate the Su family brothers and sisters.

Unexpectedly, Su Muqiu, who is normally gentle, is also stubborn when it comes to major issues.He didn't want to accept alms from his grandfather, but he was concerned that Mucheng was still young, so he let go and said that he wanted to borrow a sum of money from his grandfather, and he would definitely repay it within a year.Grandpa didn't have much liquidity on hand, so he went to several banks and left 3 yuan for the siblings.Before returning to Shanghai, Grandpa bought a bottle of Feitian Moutai for his old friend in Hangzhou without telling Su Muqiu, and asked the old friend to take care of the two siblings.This old friend drank Moutai, which was considered a show of loyalty. He helped the brothers and sisters introduce the landlord to settle down, not to mention, and offered to help them solve their schooling problems.Su Muqiu politely declined that old friend, but still let Mucheng go to school to study.

Even though we grew up in an orphanage, we have been exposed to it since we were young, and we all subconsciously agree with one sentence: everything is inferior, only reading is high.As long as you study well, even an abandoned child like us can have a bright future.So, later I tried to persuade him many times—money can be earned later, but books still have to be read. He has such a good brain, so he can definitely read.But he got a stubborn temper, didn't listen to a word, and still went his own way.I was very angry at the time, and scolded him that he shouldn't be a mouse at all, he should have been born a few months later, he is clearly a stubborn cow, strong cow, strong cow!

However, he deflated me with just one sentence.He reached out and rubbed my hair, raised his eyes to look at me, and said to me with a smile, Xiaoqing, I know your arrangement is the best, but...if this is the case, I can't bear it.

I stood there, slightly dumbfounded.

He always knew what to do with me.I never wanted to make him feel bad.

But at this time, his smile was clearly sad.

Su Muqiu's decision made me very sad, as if the light I had been chasing for half my life suddenly dimmed.But it's not that I can't understand him.I know that he feels remorse and anger for his powerlessness.He wanted to help sister Ning Xuan and protect Mucheng, but he couldn't do anything in front of Dean Ning. In the end, he could only die together, and even Mucheng was kicked out of the orphanage, and he didn't help at all. Sister Ning Xuan.At the same time, he knows that living on the charity of others is ultimately dependent on others.The fact that Dean Ning almost succeeded left an inextricable knot in his heart. He was afraid that the society would be ups and downs and people's hearts would be sinister, and that Mucheng would encounter people and dangers like Dean Ning again.He wants Mucheng to grow up happily and carefree, without looking at other people's eyes, without being displaced, without falling into mud, and he wants to block all the haze and disasters for her, so that her world can only be bright.

So what else could he do?He was just sacrificing his own future in exchange for Mucheng's future.

That smart and studious Su Muqiu, who had excellent grades and was able to enter the best junior high school, the best high school and the best university, buried his own future with his own hands, put on worn-out jeans and a black sweater, Put on the duck down sweater I left him, go out on a cold winter day, and go to the world like this.

After returning to Shanghai, I was sad for several days, and finally figured it out again.Su Muqiu is still a hero in my heart, but has become a hero full of sadness.The life he has no choice, I want to live it for him.I dug out my textbooks and notes from last semester, packed them all up, and decided to bring them to Su Muqiu and his sister next time I go to Hangzhou.After that, I changed my previous attitude of not being stingy with my studies, and studied hard.I know that I am no longer studying for myself, I am studying together for Su Muqiu's sake.Su Muqiu is Yang Guo, Zhang Wuji, and Linghu Chong who fell off the cliff, and I am his Brother Diao, White Ape, and Feng Qingyang.I always imagined that if there hadn’t been the accident of Dean Ning, Su Muqiu would be like me at this time, wearing an overly loose and rustic school uniform, sitting in a sunny classroom, with his back bowed and his head bowed, Writing hard for a bright June or two.I have to write down all the things he missed, with my head and notes, and when I see him again, I will write these things into martial arts cheats and return them to him.

Grandpa saw that my little trick of going to school all day to fish in troubled waters suddenly became enlightened and worked hard. Although I couldn't figure it out, I was happy to see it succeed.Grandpa, the old guy, is very kind to me. Although he wanted me to inherit his mantle, it didn't hinder my normal study at all.Only on weekends, he would take me to his shop to watch him work.When the interest is up, he will take the time to teach me some little knowledge - Bagua Fengshui, Qimen Dunjia, and even Western Tarot astrology, everything that one expects to find.I still remember that the first knowledge I learned after being adopted by him was the eight gates of Qimen Dunjia.I have a bad brain since I was a child, and I can't remember what to test. I used to rely on kind ghosts to help me fool me, but now I can't count on those ghosts.As a result, it was very painful for me to memorize these eight subjects, and my palms were beaten a lot for it, but I couldn't memorize them all in the end.If I want to memorize it now, I can probably only remember that the gate of death is located in Kun Palace in the southwest, the gate of shock is located in Dui Palace in the west, the gate of injury is located in Zhen Palace in the east, the door of Du is located in Suna Palace in the southeast, the gate of Jingmen is located in Li Palace in the south, and the gate of Kaimen is located in Qian Palace in the northwest. Xiumen lives in the Kan Palace in the north...what's the other one?

It does not matter.In short, although I started late, I was born late, I was a stupid bird with deficiencies, and everything was slower than those children who grew up under the protection and care of their parents, but I lived up to my heart, and I was stumbling around The wings take off.

My mind drifts back to 2022.Grandpa led Su Muqiu into the room and told him to sit down.Ghosts can't sit on chairs like us living people, but it's different here with Grandpa.Every scene and object in his room, as small as a purple sand teacup, is enchanted, not only people can touch it, but ghosts can also touch it.Grandpa used his decades of Taoism to create such a small space that connects life and death.Su Muqiu just got acquainted with the feeling of being helpless as a ghost yesterday, but now that he suddenly came to Grandpa's room, it was as if he had returned to the human world in an instant, and everything became down-to-earth again.He curiously touches this and touches that, as if trying to recall his sensory perceptions as a human being.

"The fruits and snacks on the table are all tributes, and you can eat them as you please." Grandpa's instruction aroused his curiosity.He walked towards the altar in the center of the room, tentatively stretched out his hand towards a fresh and plump orange, and sure enough, he firmly grasped the orange in his hand.He turned his head and smiled at me, his eyes were bright and full of surprise.He seemed to be showing off to me, saying, look, Xiaoqing, I can still touch things, I'm not completely dead yet.

His little joy made the tip of my nose suddenly sore.

I thought about the past.He could have it all, he could have it all.But, why, God always treats him so kindly.Whenever there is a slight turning point in his life, the sky will immediately send a storm, making him lose everything in an instant, until he has nothing, and becomes a lonely ghost.

However, even in this desperate situation, he can still be happy for this little surprise.

It’s just starting from the beginning—even now, Su Muqiu, can you still say this sentence with a smile?

Grandpa told Su Muqiu to be more at ease, and looked around the room casually, then called me, took me into the inner room, and locked the door.The inner room is different from the outer room. If the outer room is an interactive space that connects people and ghosts, then the inner room is a human world that completely eliminates ghosts and belongs to the living.In the past, if the living had any secrets that could not be heard by the dead and needed to discuss with grandpa, they had to enter this secret room.After Grandpa locked the door, he carefully checked it again. He was sure that no ghosts could suddenly break into the door, so he turned his head and looked at me.

Grandpa's actions made my heart sink.

He has something to tell me—moreover, it's about Su Muqiu.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand, grabbed the collar of the sweater on my chest, and waited for Grandpa's sentence.

"This man is not dead."

Although I was already mentally prepared in my heart, Grandpa's words still made me turn pale with shock in an instant.

"What do you say? Why didn't he die? He has been dead for seven years!" I saw Su Muqiu lying in a pool of blood with my own eyes, and it was I who saw Su Muqiu being put into a coffin and pushed into the furnace. Su Mucheng buried Su Muqiu's urn in Nanshan Cemetery.Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, for so many years.

"Well...it's a long story." Grandpa sat down on the grand teacher's chair in the inner room, with an air of trying to tell a joke.He is like this, the more anxious you are, the less he will say anything, and he even calls it a psychic who wants to maintain a sense of mystery.He picked up a fan on the table of the Eight Immortals and fanned it gently.The aloes fan in his hand is inscribed with four big characters "Strange Powers and Chaos Gods" flying and dancing on the fan. It is said that it was a gift from a famous calligrapher.Seeing that he didn't answer me directly, I reached out anxiously to snatch his beloved folding fan and tear it in half. Grandpa finally accepted his softness and told me the way.

He said that generally speaking, when the body dies like a lamp goes out, the seven souls and six souls will automatically leave the body and float away.However, Su Muqiu was a rare special case: under the huge impact, his soul left first, and came directly to seven years later.The body couldn't find the soul, and became weak, and then it really went to death.

"So, you mean, if Su Muqiu's soul didn't leave his body first, or if his soul returned to his body in time, then he wouldn't necessarily die?"

"Smart." Grandpa nodded approvingly.

"But people are gone now, what's the use of saying this?" I frowned and asked, "Could it be possible that you can still send people back to seven years ago?"

Grandpa was noncommittal, but it moved me for a moment.

"Damn it, isn't it, is it really possible?"

"I didn't say yes." Grandpa quickly denied.

"But you didn't say no." As a people's teacher who fights wits and courage with high school students every day, I am well versed in this set of ambiguous words.

Grandpa closed the folding fan and finally decided to give me an exact statement.He said that this is very rare, and he has never encountered it once in all his years of practice.It's just that he heard it from a friend of his.

"Which friend?" I really couldn't stand his slow narration, so I asked eagerly.

"Old Yu." The name made my heart sink again.I've heard this name before - Lao Yu who lives in Nyingchi, Tibet. He is unpredictable, but he hates the mundane world, so he retreats from the world and lives in the mountains of Nyingchi, living with tigers, leopards and antelopes.He has no mobile phone, no computer, and all the equipment that modern society should have.If you want to find this person without the help of ghosts, you must travel all the way to Linzhi, search for his residence in the mountain forest, and be sincerely prepared to visit the thatched cottage three times.Although Grandpa is his old friend, the last time he went to Tibet was not long after he adopted me.

"How did he say?"

Grandpa told me that Lao Yu's uncle really encountered such a similar case.But unlike Su Muqiu, that ghost is not from the past, but from the future.It was still in the 60s at that time, but the ghost claimed to be from the late 90s, and was full of bourgeois bastards, which frightened the uncle.Uncle Shi went to find Shigong, who rummaged through Chinese and foreign ancient books, and finally found one or two related records among the dusty pages.The master's house is kind-hearted, and he really sympathized with this unborn young man, so the master and apprentice took the risk of being caught in a special period, drove to the suburbs in a thunderstorm and set up a formation for the man, trying to send him away. Back to the 90s.At that time, the 20-year-old Xiao Yu was called by the master to watch out, and he also witnessed this practice.

"And then? Did it succeed?" I asked hastily.

Grandpa didn't answer, but just picked up the teacup on the table. Seeing this, I quickly filled a cup of tea for him.Grandpa took a sip of Pu'er tea, and then continued to explain the result of this matter slowly.

There was nothing wrong with the formation, and after the lightning passed, the soul did disappear.It was still in the 60s, and no one could go to the 90s to find out.After 40 years in the new century, when Lao Yu's master, master and uncle all turned into ghosts, one day when the master and apprentice were chatting, they suddenly remembered such a thing.With one person and three ghosts, they began to investigate the whereabouts of that person. After more than half a year of investigation, they finally found out that the ghost had never returned to the 90s at all.

Lao Yu speculates that he may have gone to a parallel world whose history has been revised, but since there is no record of the parallel world in the ancient books, it is more likely that he lost his soul in the lightning.

My hand trembled and almost knocked over the purple sand teapot on the table.

"That's what I'm going to tell you." Grandpa took no offense at my rashness.He put down his teacup, and said unhurriedly, "Xihua, the worst result is to lose your soul, you know what's going on."

I just sat where I was, without speaking for a long while, feeling desolate in my heart.I just feel that the darkness has finally opened a hole, and the gloomy hope only appeared for a moment, and then it was irreparably dimmed.

"I didn't tell Xiao Su, that's the reason. Yi is dead, so it doesn't matter. But what about Nong?"

"I?"

Grandpa turned to me, his beautiful eyes filled with the cunning of a naughty boy.He said, "Didn't Nong belong to Huanxiyi?"

ah.so obvious.

I scratched my head, not feeling ashamed for a moment.There are thousands of threads in my mind, and all of a sudden, I keep cutting and making things messy.

"Nong thinks about it for himself and understands that even if I send Yi back, Yi may not survive, or her soul may be lost. This deal is a loss. Anyway, I can see Yi, and it is true that Yi is alive and dead. Speaking of it, there is no difference. Nong can still see Yi and gossip with Yi, which is much better than being lost."

The words say so.

The truth is this truth.

I understand everything he said, I understand it, I agree with it.

--but.

"Grandpa," I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes, "you said just now that the worst outcome is to lose your soul. So, what's the best outcome?"

Grandpa was stunned for a moment.

He probably didn't expect me to ask that question.

At this time, for some reason, I remembered the eight gates he taught me - the gate of death.Startled.hurt the door.Dumen.Jingmen.open the door.shut the door.

Why do I only remember seven doors?The eighth door, I should not forget, I should firmly remember.

Grandpa smiled slowly at me, he opened his mouth and only said one word.Actually, I already knew the answer just now, I just want to confirm it once again——

In the northeast Fanggen Palace, Shengmen.

"live."

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The author has something to say: System prompt: Congratulations to player Gu Xihua for discovering the main thread of the article!

Ms. Gu:? !This unlucky article still has a main thread?

Although the manuscript has not been saved yet, it should be almost enough. If the weekly update continues, I will update until April, so the update during the Chinese New Year should be a little more diligent!Please look forward to ww and see that today is the northern Xiaonian on the calendar. Although there is no tradition of Xiaonian here, I still wish everyone a happy Xiaonian!