Before I became the legendary boss

Later, Xuanyun would always recall what the master said that day over and over again.Even though he was kneeling in front of Donghua's tomb, he was still thinking about the true meaning of the other person's words.

A powerful person like Donghua Daoist cannot leave a corpse, because even if his soul dissipates, there are still refined cultivation bases and spiritual power left in his body.In order to prevent it from being stolen by treacherous people, under the auspices of Xu Huai, Donghua's body was cremated with a handful of real fire at the ceremony, and there was not even ashes left.

On that day, more than a thousand disciples from the Juqing Guan sect knelt down and wept bitterly, and the sound of crying was heard down the mountain for more than a hundred miles.Other cultivation sects also sent representatives to attend the ceremony.The beautiful Luofu Mountain seems to be dressed in plain onyx overnight, and all things mourn together.Those who hear it are heartbroken, and those who see it are sad.

But at the big ceremony, Xuan Yun, who was at the end of the head disciples, never shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.This made many people feel resentful, and even cursed after the ceremony.

"You evil star, it is you who killed the leader! You still have the nerve to stay here! Hurry up and get down the mountain!!"

Although Xu Huai immediately controlled the scene, the more he defended, the more resentful those people felt, wishing to slap the enemy who killed the sect leader to death in court.Xuan Yun walked out of the hall without even looking at them.

"You evil star! You bastard who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors!!"

The night was as cold as water, Xuan Yun knelt in front of the clothes tomb, and had knelt for three full hours.After tonight, he planned to go down the mountain with the sword in accordance with Donghua Master's last words, and enter the world to enlighten the Tao.In his heart, Master's voice and smile are still vivid as before.He once touched Xuanyun's head and said with a smile: "Although it is beneficial to practice without waiting for no fatigue and no trouble, if you have never experienced the pain of waiting from the beginning to the end, how can you understand what it means to be patient without waiting..."

Daoist Donghua could have left Xuanyun to fend for himself in the outer courtyard from the very beginning, or chased him away from the mountain early, but instead gave him a place to settle down, the opportunity to learn and enlighten him, and even gave him the opportunity to practice swords. The great tolerance allowed Xuan Yun to change the sword in his heart into the sword in his hand.He is also a teacher and a friend, and he is also the one who really opened the furnace and forged the sword.

But Xuan Yun still did not shed tears.He felt like a void was missing in his heart.On this long night when the moon was in the sky, a cold wind kept blowing through his chest, making his eyes look gloomy and his whole body icy cold.

It's not autumn now, so why are there so many fallen leaves?

Xuan Yun raised his eyes, and saw groups of leaves coming with the wind, lingering around him, like a sea of ​​bitterness.Ye Luo Xiaoxiao, covering the sky and covering the earth, the broken voices were endless, as if someone was crying for him in front of the grave like rain, mourning.

I have no right to cry.Xuan Yun thought.Weeping is to get rid of the pain in his heart, but this is the bitter fruit he must bear.This is the karma that he was born with.

However, the spirit tree didn't understand his thoughts, and it was still rustling.It's like learning from Jingwei to fill the sea, flooding the endless night with fine leaves, and burying a large blank in Xuanyun's heart.

It still doesn't know that Xuan Yun will leave tomorrow morning.

Xuanyun thought, the grass and trees have no heart, and only when there is no concern can we continue to be at ease in the world.It may not be a good thing for it to go by itself.

What's more, he has never had any intersection with it on the bright side.

Xuanyun went down the mountain.

Before he left, he only bid farewell to his elder brother with an open mind.Humility tells him not to worry, he can travel as he pleases, but if one day he gets tired or hurts or wants to retreat, he can come back at any time.Juqingguan will always have its own space.

Xuan Yuan nodded, turned and left.In this way, one person and one sword stepped out of the mountain gate, and never looked back.

From then on, Xuanyun walked into the bustling world.He watched orioles flying and grass growing, children playing, and smoke rising from farmers' kitchens;He watched the sun rise over the sea and its path was full of light, and heard about the curfew of the city full of ghosts walking at night.He subdues a hundred ghosts with one sword, fights evil cultivators, and suppresses evil spirits under Mount Tai.When everyone was praising, he left alone to find the fairy cave on the top of the mountain and the treasured place left behind.There are those who chase and intercept all the way, there are those who gather crowds to seize treasures, and there are those who seek fame and reputation for profit.However, the day is vast, there are sharks in the East China Sea filled with tears, there are fishes turning into pengs flying in the north, Loulan in the Western Regions is magnificent and beautiful, and there is an old locust tree in Nanxiang standing for a thousand years.There are dense red strings tied everywhere on its branches, some are seeking marriage, some are seeking fame, and some are hoping that their husbands will return home soon.Xuanyun raised his head to look at the sea of ​​red waves swaying in the wind, and asked this old tree, is it tired?The old tree replied, this is what the world wants.The seeker is the prisoner.People in the world lock their minds in profit, lock their minds in others, and lock their minds in themselves.And my heart has no desires, so how can I talk about being tired?

After leaving the ancient town, Xuanyun fled into the deep mountains, sacrificed the magic weapon, and fell into meditation.At this time, his cultivation has reached the late stage of Void Refinement.After 36 days and [-] [-] tribulations and thunderstorms, his Yuanshen and Yuanying merged to the perfection, the unity of heaven and man, and entered the realm of integration in one fell swoop.

And this year, only 86 years have passed since he left Juqing Temple.Legends of immortals in white slaying demons and killing demons are circulating all over China.The rescued people made it into a storybook, and compiled a set of stories about the Nine Heavens Xuanming Xingjun who went down to earth to experience calamities, which was well received and widely circulated, and even passed back to Juqingguan.This makes some people's faces colorful and very beautiful.The head of the sect, Xu Huai, bought some specially and distributed them throughout the sect, so that the new disciples would each hand in a copy of the book review, so as to deepen their comprehension and learn from it.

In the 77th year of Yuhua, Xuanyun returned to Juqing Temple.His cultivation has reached the middle stage of integration, and no one in the sect can match him.A Yu Ge sword is famous all over the world.Xuanyun was enshrined as the Elder Lijian and lived on Fuyue Island.This island has the highest terrain, deserted and deserted, but the scenery is extremely beautiful, especially on that moonlit night.Xu Huai knew that the younger brother liked to be pure in nature, so he gifted the island and the cave on the island to him.

After Xuanyun returned to Juqing Temple, the days were still as dull as before.At the beginning, people often came to visit, but no matter whether it was flattery or sarcasm, there was no response, and no one made fun of themselves as time went on.What's more, his reputation of defeating the whole sect and the head master is still spreading in the dark, no one dares to risk his life.

On this day, Xuanyun came to the back mountain to worship the master.He knelt in front of the tomb and recounted in detail what he had seen, heard and realized along the way.Finally he stopped, the white smoke from the incense sticks curled up, and the wind blew silently.He suddenly remembered the afternoon when Master took him to gossip.At that time, Master kept talking, and he listened quietly.Now the position is reversed, the benevolent old man seems to be sitting cross-legged in front of him like this, neither answering nor commenting, just closing his eyes and smiling, and will never call him again...

His heart stabbed sharply, as if the hole that day had burst open again, and the overwhelming sorrow poured out, telling him that in fact, they never left.But this time, no one will mourn and cry for him.

Xuanyun stood up, and involuntarily came to the stone tree under the spirit tree.After nearly a hundred years, the banyan tree is still growing very well, with a full canopy and lush greenery. Except for the addition of a lot of aerial roots, everything seems to be the same as usual.But it didn't respond to Xuanyun's arrival.No greeting, no staring.Just like the past years were Xuanyun's fantasy dream alone, He Rong stood silently.Only the humming sound of the wind blowing the treetops can keep Xuanyun company.

Are you not even here...

Xuan Yun felt that the hole in his chest was cracked by another inch, and quietly closed his eyes.