After Ye Bai and Xuanyuan Su and Ji Wanjun chatted for half an hour, the two were about to say goodbye and leave, and Ye Ping'an was already asleep on Ye Bai's simple wooden bed.

"Father, peace will be left to you to teach. ”

Xuanyuan Su said, Ji Wanjun next to him, his eyes fell on the sleeping Ye Ping'an's face, his eyes were full of reluctance, but he didn't say anything after all.

The corner of Ye Bai's eyes swept over Ji Wanjun, although he was happy with the child, he couldn't bear the separation of mother and son, so he snorted coldly: "Lao Tzu came to the world to make merits, not to bring you a child, your own son to bring it himself." ”

"You didn't take me much back then, it was my sisters who took me. ”

Xuanyuan Su smiled rarely, and said: "Mother said, bring peace to you, first, I will ask you to teach, and second, I can also make him experience the world, and it may be of some help to understand the Dao heart in the future." ”

Ye Bai oh ran.

"With Lao Dad's teaching, we will take our leave. ”

Ji Wanjun didn't want Ye Bai to be embarrassed anymore, so she had already thanked her first.

Ye Bai thought about it, didn't insist anymore, and nodded.

The two took their leave.

......

Turning around, Ye Bai looked at Ye Ping'an, who was sleeping in the fragrance, his eyes were unusually calm and gentle, I don't know how many years it has been, and there has never been such peace in his heart.

Walking to Ye Ping'an's side, Ye Bai stretched out a hand and put it on Ye Ping'an's little hand, and the colorful light flashed on his fingertips.

After a dozen breaths, Ye Bai withdrew his hand and muttered in a low voice: "It is actually a thunder wood dual attribute, and the absorption speed of vitality is also first-class...... Senior brother, should this child be like me or you in the future?"

Ye Bai's eyebrows locked slightly.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally refined the elixir again.

Finished refining the elixir. It was already the middle of the night, Ye Bai leaned over to Ye Ping'an's side and lay down, listening to Ye Ping'an's breathing, and fell asleep.

Since this day, there has been a little kid by Ye Bai's side.

......

above the earth. The middle-aged man who walked from east to west and from south to north has an extra child by his side.

That child, growing up day by day, of course has to start reading and becoming literate. In his hand, he always held a palm-sized book, looking bored and impatient, and as time passed, the book had become a little yellowed.

"Grandpa. This Tao Te Ching is not fun, I don't want to read it. ”

On this day, when resting on the mountain meadows, Ye Ping'an plucked up his courage and whispered.

At this time, Ye Ping'an was about twelve or thirteen years old, nearly six feet tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. is extremely handsome, just following Ye Bai's days. It was a little hard, dressed in linen clothes, washed until the hair was white, and even obviously felt a little smaller, wrapped around the body, lined with a somewhat strong figure.

The book he was holding. It was the Tao Te Ching written by Ye Bai himself, and when he taught Ye Ping'an to read and write, Ye Ping'an was still a little interested, and when Ye Bai explained it sentence by sentence, Ye Ping'an quickly felt bored.

This kid is also a free and rebellious man. If it weren't for Ye Bai's intentional or unintentional coercion, he would have torn up the book.

When Ye Bai heard this, he didn't look at him, and asked, "Don't you like the set in the book?"

Ye Ping'an shook his head.

Ye Bai nodded, thought for a while, and said, "If you don't like it now, it doesn't mean that you won't like it in the future, you should write it down first." ”

"Written down!"

Ye Ping'an said immediately.

Ye Bai nodded again and said lightly: "Then tear it up." ”

Ye Ping'an grinned, stuffed the book into his bosom and said, "Let's keep it, this is the first thing my grandfather gave me, as long as my grandfather doesn't force me to read it every day." ”

Ye Bai smiled, looked at him and said, "Ping'an, do you have an answer to the question I asked you before, which of those two people do you want to be, or do you want to be someone else?"

When Ye Ping'an heard this, he stared at him, and said wisely: "Then one of them, is it you, grandpa?"

Ye Bai nodded.

Ye Ping'an said: "Who is the other one?"

Ye Bai's eyes became slightly complicated, he was slightly silent, and said, "It's your grandfather." ”

Ye Ping'an nodded and asked, "You two, who is for the great righteousness and who is for the small righteousness?"

Ye Bai said: "Your grandfather is for the sake of righteousness. ”

Ye Ping'an asked again: "Then you and your grandfather, who is happier in this life?"

This question obviously asked Ye Bai, and for a while, Ye Bai didn't answer, frowning and thinking about it, and after a while, Ye Bai said: "Your grandfather and I may never be really happy." I was constantly losing, and what he wanted was still like an unattainable dream, not getting. ”

Ye Ping'an was silent.

"Grandpa, I don't know what kind of monk I will become in the future, but I don't want to be like you, whether it's for the great righteousness or the small righteousness, if I don't live happily, I'll go crazy. ”

Ye Ping'an looked at Ye Bai and said very seriously.

Ye Bai didn't say anything.

After the two looked at each other for a while, Ye Bai smiled, lay on his back on the grass, took out a pot of wine, drank it, and his heart was cheerful.

Why do you have to shape Ye Ping'an into another self or Ji Cangmang, he is himself.

......

There are sufferings, joys and sorrows everywhere in the world.

On this day, the two came to a remote village called Xihe Village, where a terrible plague was occurring, originally with a population of more than 600, now most of them have died, and the rest are also ninety percent of the terrible plague.

Originally, there was Langzhong in the village, but even Langzhong himself died, and other mortal people who were affected by the plague wanted to go to the big city to invite a more intelligent Langzhong, at least two or three hundred miles away, although the village chief sent someone to invite, but I don't know if I can come back in time.

Ye Bai arrived, revealing Langzhong's identity. The people were depressed because of his image, and although they were a little skeptical about his level, they should be a dead horse doctor and ask him to heal everyone.

Ye Bai didn't delay much and immediately began to heal.

This plague is different from the troubles that monks often encounter, it is a kind of disease, but it is even more terrible, although Ye Bai is a star monk. also found the source of the plague and cleared it, but there were too many mortals who were hit by the plague, and they could not cure the disease, so Ye Bai needed to collect a large number of herbs to boil them into a decoction to heal, in order to complete this merit. Ye Bai had to stay for the time being.

Ye Bai stayed, Ye Ping'an naturally stayed, the two ancestors and grandchildren, collected medicine around during the day, and came back at night to boil the medicinal soup, and then distributed it to everyone.

Mortals are naturally grateful to Ye Bai, and most of these mountain villagers are simple. Every time it was dark, they would take turns in batches, not fighting or grabbing, and they didn't even dare to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing Ye Bai and the others.

On this day, Ye Bai was still sitting cross-legged on the ground boiling medicinal soup, and Ye Ping'an was fighting for him.

Ye Ping'an looked a little absent-minded, and peeked out of the gate from time to time.

Outside the gates. A dozen or so villagers fell to their knees. The head was bowed, and there was silence.

At this moment, Ye Ping'an looked in the direction of a woman on the edge of the crowd.

The woman, fifteen or sixteen years old, was dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes. Like a cloud of hair, high and tall, fixed with a yellow wooden hairpin, obviously still a girl, but like a graceful little woman.

Although it is a mountain woman. But the appearance of this woman is rare and exquisite, like a snow lotus in the deep mountains, with a melon seed face, a beautiful nose, and two cats in their eyes, which contain sadness and melancholy like mountain mist.

Because of the plague, her complexion was unhealthily pale, but in doing so, it only added to the amazing beauty of this woman, which was rare even among the friars.

At this moment, Ye Ping'an is already eighteen years old, eighteen years old, and it is also the time to open up to men and women and have a strong interest.

This beautiful and melancholy little woman, Ye Ping'an's heart was beating wildly almost quickly, and she couldn't take her eyes off it, and she had a feeling in her heart that she had never felt before.

Ye Bai glanced at this grandson slightly, his eyes flashed, and he didn't say anything.

After about two teas, the medicinal soup was finally boiled.

Ye Bai gave it to everyone one by one.

When the little woman came up to receive it, she noticed Ye Ping'an's eyes, and a trace of blush suddenly appeared on her pale jade face, and after taking her share of the decoction, she quickly left.

Today's Ye Ping'an, with a tall and slender figure, a face like a crown of jade, exudes youthful vitality in his handsomeness, especially with a bit of uninhibited mountain temperament, which is even more eye-catching.

In addition to the little woman, there were several young women who peeked at Ye Ping'an, and they also flew away.

Soon, the decoction was distributed, and only the grandparents were left in the house.

Syllable!

Ye Bai slapped Ye Ping'an on the back of the head.

"The person is gone, what are you still in a daze!"

Ye Bai said in a slightly cold voice, and simply put away the soup can.

Ye Ping'an woke up with a shock, and after smiling silly, he helped Ye Bai clean up.

After cleaning up, Ye Bai ignored him and fell asleep.

Ye Ping'an couldn't sleep today, and the face of the little woman appeared in his mind from time to time, smiling a little stupidly.

Suddenly, he glanced at Ye Bai sneakily, walked towards the door, walked to the gate, shook his head and turned back, sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemingly meditating, the weak and pitiful divine sense, but he was chasing the direction of the little woman.

......

At night in the mountains, it is very quiet, only the sound of insects and birds chirping, but if you talk about it behind closed doors, of course, it is not among them.

Soon, Ye Ping'an heard most of the little woman's identity and guessed half of it.

It turned out that this woman's name was Ren Ya, no matter how she looked and behaved, she was the most outstanding woman in the mountains, she was sixteen years old, and she was engaged to the son of the village chief in the years before the plague. But before he could cross the door, the son of the village chief contracted the plague and died.

Although Ren Ya has not officially passed the door, in this old-fashioned mountain village, she has become a widow since then, if it weren't for Ye Bai's arrival, she would also die of the plague.

An encounter is also sad.

If the village chief doesn't let her find another man in the future, she will only be lonely until she is old.

After listening, the divine sense looked at the sad woman, Ye Ping'an's heart, he couldn't calm down for a long time, the two words that Ye Bai taught him the most were freedom, and what he longed for the most was freedom and happiness.

If this woman named Ren Ya will never be free and happy in the future, Ye Ping'an can't imagine how painful she will be, and the gloomy color gradually floated on Ye Ping'an's face.

This night, Ye Ping'an didn't just can't sleep. I don't even have the energy to meditate.

......

Before dawn the next day, the grandfather and grandson left the mountain village and went to the distant mountains in search of herbs. Although he had all kinds of magical powers, Ye Bai didn't plan to use them. It's just like a mortal, this journey of merit actually has an indescribable touch in Ye Bai's heart.

Ye Ping'an followed behind Ye Bai, looking at his back with a strange expression, and stopped talking several times.

"You can say whatever you want, and hesitant what kind of man is hesitant. ”

Ye Bai, who was walking in front, said angrily.

Ye Ping'an glanced at him and hesitated slightly. finally asked, "...... Grandpa, have you ever had a heart for a woman before?"

"!"

Ye Bai opened his mouth and scolded: "If I haven't been moved by women, your father, your uncle, and your two aunts, where did they come from." ”

When Ye Ping'an heard this, he also felt that what he asked just now was not quite right. With a smile, he ran to Ye Bai's side. He smiled and said, "Grandpa, I mean, have you ever had a heart for a woman when you were my age?"

Ye Bai smiled and said, "Your grandfather and I, at the age of twelve or thirteen, sent silver to the Qinglou." You're much later than I am. ”

When Ye Ping'an heard this, he completely relaxed and asked, "Grandpa, I seem to be ...... It seems that I like Ren Ya. ”

Ye Bai smiled and said, "If you like it, you like it, it's about this kind of thing." You're going to have to live sooner or later. And even if you like it today, one day, like most monks, you will no longer have any interest in the affairs of men and women. ”

"Are there no exceptions?"

Ye Ping'an asked rhetorically.

Ye Bai thought for a while, two faces appeared in his mind, and he sighed: "Yes, your uncle Ji Xiaobai is an exception. ”

Ye Ping'an said: "What's wrong with Uncle Xiaobai?"

Ye Bai was silent for a while, and told Ji Xiaobai and Feng Bingbing about it, and by the way, he also interspersed a lot of things about Dao Xin, and this talk was more than half an hour.

Finally, he sighed: "Since Feng Bingbing died, he can't be happy anymore. In this life, it is unknown whether he will be able to regain his joyful Dao heart, comprehend the joyful chao, and advance to the star lord. ”

Ye Ping'an Oh Ran, he didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, Ye Ping'an asked: "There are so many women in this world, Uncle Xiaobai, why don't you find one to love again?"

Ye Bai turned his head, looked at him and said, "If Ren Ya died, would you find another woman?"

Ye Ping'an thought for a while before replying: "I don't know, maybe, I may not be so dedicated, I may fall in love with many women in the future, but I will not hurt any of them." ”

Merry Seeds?

Ye Bai looked at Ye Ping'an, his face darkened slightly, and he felt that his grandson might surprise him in the future.

......

Ye Ping'an was a little embarrassed by his staring, smiled awkwardly, and asked again: "Grandpa, what if I can't pass the love barrier in my life, and I can't break the woman's sex?"

Ye Bai thought about it seriously and said, "...... As long as you are not a woman who robs other people's families, as long as you are in love with each other, you can marry whoever you want! Otherwise, don't blame your grandfather and me, the first to take your life. ”

Ye Bai suddenly remembered one of his nephews, a nephew who was killed by his own hands.

When Ye Ping'an heard this, he nodded with joy and asked, "Then can I go to Ren Ya now?"

“...... You are worthy of a better woman. And if you get along with her, the pain of life and death may come soon. ”

Ye Bai thought about it seriously again.

"I only care about the present, I only cherish the present, the moment is the best, she is the one I like the most now, I want to give her happiness, I want to make her happy!"

Ye Ping'an said very seriously, his eyes were bright and shiny, full of youth, passion and vitality.

“...... Then there you go. ”

Ye Bai thought about it seriously for the third time and said.

"Thank you, grandpa!"

Ye Ping'an stood up with great joy, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, I want to be a monk who is different from you, I want a group of wives and concubines, hahaha-"

The words fell, and he strode down the mountain.

......

"I don't seem to be able to teach my children anymore......"

Ye Bai looked at Ye Ping'an's dashing back, his face was dark, his brows were furrowed, and he forgot that he had never been a good teacher. (To be continued.) )

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