no thoughts [cultivation]

The old cultivator lived in a town not far from Hongyanzong. Although Tong Heng couldn't remember many things at that time, he still remembered the appearance of the cultivator. Find the place where he and the old cultivator lived at that time.

Although Meng Yi had heard that the residence was very close to Hongyanzong, he never thought it was so close.

It is true that it may take some time to walk there, but for those who are cultivators, how can there be those who are completely on foot?

At this time, Meng Yi was standing in front of the small courtyard door of a simple house imitating the mortal world, looking in the direction of Hongyanzong, and he could even see the green peak of the highest main peak of Hongyanzong's outer gate, while the other peaks were hidden. Amidst the smog, it seems mysterious and unpredictable.

There are many casual practitioners living around, some practice behind closed doors at home, and some go out in need of avenues and opportunities.There are sales or barter stalls on the side of the street, and there are also row upon row of shops that sell some magical artifacts and medicines. From time to time, some bright laughter can be heard for no reason.

A long time ago, Meng Yi always felt that in the indifferent world of self-cultivation, it was very strange that the town closest to Hongyan Sect, the first sect in the world of self-cultivation, unexpectedly possessed a human atmosphere that only the mortal world possessed. matter.

When he went out for training or there was something arranged for him in the sect, every time he passed through this bustling town, it would be fine if he flew with the sword, but the passing clouds and smoke would not catch the eye. It reminds me of the day when he followed Xuan Wen away.

The sun was just right that day.

It is clearly a very young time, but it can take root in the depths of memory and leave a place.

Especially the eastmost street in this town, very similar to the street where he followed Xuan Wen ignorantly back then.

I went there by chance before, and I just felt like I was back in my childhood when I stumbled and ran after Xuan Wen's back.

Now, years have passed, from the first time he passed by here, to this day, hundreds of years later, this street still retains its current appearance.

Unexpectedly, the old cultivator who raised Tong Heng lived in this street.

Standing here, Meng Yi suddenly felt as if a world away, as if in the next moment, a child covered in dust would stumble over, hugged his leg, raised his head and opened his clear eyes wide look at him.

The past cannot be traced.

The old cultivator is old, and ten years have passed, and I don't know if he is still at peace.

When Tong Heng was in Hongyan Sect, he would send half of the monthly cases to the old monk every month, and put the remaining half into the expenses of Jiuqufeng.Until one day four years ago, the old cultivator sent a letter from someone, telling Tong Heng that he was going to seek opportunities, and there was no need to worry about the farewell, and there was no more news.

Since then, Tong Heng still kept the half of the month that was going to be left to the old monk. The old monk was kind to him in nurturing him. Before he passed away, Tong Heng had the responsibility to take care of him.

During this period of time, many incidents have come up, so that Tong Heng has never confirmed whether the old cultivator has returned, or passed away quietly in a certain place in the Haoran cultivation world without leaving a trace.

This is the case with the impermanence of life and death in the realm of comprehension.

Practitioners have the magic to clean themselves and their houses, so even if a house has been unoccupied for many years, it can still be clean and dust-free.Unless it is too old or there are other external factors that cause the dust removal spell to gradually become invalid, it is impossible to judge whether there are people living here recently from the cleanliness of the gate of his courtyard.

Tong Heng stood in front of the clean courtyard door and knocked on the door.

For a long time, no one answered.

Meng Yi withdrew his gaze from the street and looked at the door: "No one."

Tong Heng said: "There must be no one."

Moxiu was silent, wearing a black smock, with a hood covering most of his face, and surrounded by a mysterious aura, which was special but hard to notice.

There are many anecdotes about strange people in the world of cultivators. Many people have some strange hobbies and grooming, so Moxiu doesn't blink when he dresses up like this, not to mention that if he wants to prevent others from noticing, he has a lot of ways.

The big white goose stayed in the Flying Pigeon Merchant Alliance, and Ge Yinmeng also felt in his heart, and Wuming felt that it was inappropriate, so he didn't take it with him.

Moxiu stood beside Meng Yi with arms folded, and Tong Heng knocked on the door again, but still no one answered.

With the cultivation bases of the three of them, it would take only an instant to break in, but there is no need to do so at present.

In the early years, Tong Heng knew the way to open the restriction of this courtyard, but now times have changed, and the courtyard gate has not changed the formation.Seeing that no one answered at this time, Tong Heng wanted to try the old method, but before he could make a move, he saw a monk returning and stopped when he saw everyone.

After a long time, the man asked in confusion: "Everyone... are you looking for Fellow Daoist Xu?"

Tong Heng turned around and looked at the man: "Yes, where is he now?"

The cultivator shook his head when he heard the words: "Fellow Daoist Xu has passed away."

Tong Heng was stunned when he heard the words, and calmed down again after a while.

An old cultivator is not very old in the cultivation world. The reason why he is called an old cultivator is because he has stopped practicing Qi in this life and his life expectancy is only a hundred years old.While other cultivators were still green-haired and jade-faced for hundreds of years, he began to age gradually after he was over half a century old.When he started raising Tong Heng, his hair was already full of hair, and his face was criss-crossed.

Therefore, the loose cultivators around him and who he knew well called him the old monk.

In the eyes of other cultivators, it was just a passing moment, and the years that passed in the blink of an eye after retreating were already most of his life.

Therefore, Tong Heng has always been prepared in his heart, not only for the passing of the old monk, but also for his own passing.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal feelings of people in the mortal world, and it is not the normal nature of them who are like ants.

If it is said that the cultivation base is low and the life span is short, it is inevitable for these casual cultivators. What worries Tong Heng is that he cannot continue to be by Meng Yi's side after his death.

"Are you Tong Heng?" the monk asked again.

Tong Heng nodded: "It's me."

The cultivator shook his head when he heard the words: "I saw you when you were very young. At that time, you were only a little over one year old. You came to live here with Fellow Daoist Xu, and it has been 20 years now."

Hearing this, Tong Heng was a little puzzled. He vaguely remembered that he was picked up by Uncle Xu here instead of following him to come here.

Meng Yi noticed his hesitation for a moment and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Tong Heng said frankly: "I found that there is some discrepancy between the things in my vague memory and the things."

Meng Yi glanced at the cultivator at the side, and said to Tong Heng, "Tell me in detail later."

"Okay, listen to sir."

So Meng Yi turned his head and asked the cultivator: "Do you know when Cultivator Xu will pass away?"

The cultivator was stunned when he heard this, and said: "This... I really don't know what to say. There are many casual cultivators living on this street. Some people met a few fellow Taoists when they went out to practice, and they had a good chat. Later, those fellow Taoists knew that this person came from a town outside the Hongyan Sect, so they told him that a cultivator surnamed Xu also came from there and died half a year ago. Since then, we all know This matter."

Meng Yidao: "So, I understand, thank you."

And the cultivator looked at Tong Heng again: "Although Xu Daoyou died, you are his adopted son, and the things behind him should be yours, so you can go in directly, and don't forget to offer him a glass of wine in the future, it's also counted." It’s all about karma and kindness.”

Tong Heng nodded: "Tong Heng knows, thank you for letting me know."

The cultivator cupped his hands: "I still have other things to do, so I will take my leave first."

"Walk slowly."

So the monk left.

After the cultivator left, Tong Heng and Meng Yi talked about their doubts about their childhood memories just now.

Moxiu, who had never spoken, stared at Meng Yi and asked, "What's next?"

Meng Yi looked at the closed courtyard door: "Enter the courtyard, and look for Fellow Daoist Xu."

Tong Heng was puzzled: "Sir, Uncle Xu, is he still alive?"

Meng Yi: "It's just a guess."

He would rather guess that it was false.