In "Kyushu Strange Spirits", it is said that mountain ghosts are a hundred years old, a hundred years old, and a hundred years old.

Unlike humans, who are thirty years young, thirty years old, and thirty years old, they have a much longer life. And if it is practice, its life is far more than 300 years.

She's still young, but her heart is already old.

This is the destiny that no one can change, and if the heart dies, people die.

Bai Ze crawled out of the lotus pond, shook his spirits, and asked the mountain ghost: "Is it qualified?"

"Count. The mountain ghost said, his smile was not reduced, but it was no longer in his eyes, "Your talent is beyond my estimate, so if I give you two swords, it will not bury the reputation of the master." ”

Bai Ze nodded instantly.

"A hundred years ago, when Shizun Kyushu became famous, no one knew that he still had such an alien apprentice as me. I have always been afraid to publicize it everywhere because of my identity. The mountain ghost remembered the past and smiled, "Now that the master's stunt has been taught to you, with your talent, you will not bury it." ”

"Sister Mountain Ghost, you are the best. Bai Ze said sincerely, "If in the future, I also have disciples like you, I will regard them as treasures." ”

"Poor mouth. The mountain ghost scolded him, but he was not angry, "What I pass on to you is the two swords of Shizun's fame, the sword is immeasurable and the sword nine canghai smiles." If there is a chance in the future, I hope you can pass on these things for us, and it can be regarded as the last trace of me and him in the land of Kyushu. ”

"Good!" Bai Ze nodded solemnly.

"Listen carefully. "The mountain ghost is colorful," the sword is immeasurable, biased towards the imperial sword, and the sword nine Canghai smiled, it was an air sword. Although the two are different, they are also the same worker. Your current cultivation, if you want to use these two swords, it is difficult. You can use your understanding, if you break through the sea of suffering and enter the other side, you must use it. ”

"At the end of the day, it's a matter of strength. Bai Ze sighed.

"How old are you?" the mountain ghost gave him a blank look, "about twelve years old." You must know that the current sword immortal Li Muzhi began to practice at the age of seven, and at the age of ten he crossed the sea into the other side within a year, and he has been called the first person in five hundred years. You just stepped into the cultivation journey relatively late, if you practice diligently, it is completely expected that before the age of fifteen years old Nine Heavens of the Sea of Bitterness, sixteen years old to step on the other side, as famous as the Sword Immortal, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a genius of the Heavenly Column. ”

"That's just as well. Bai Ze touched his chin and said without modesty.

The mountain ghost sneered, and it was only then that she felt that Bai Ze was still a child, and his heart was naughty.

Otherwise, she really thought that this kid was just like her, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

On this day, the mountain ghost explained the experience of Jian Yi and Jian Jiu to Bai Ze, Bai Ze listened carefully, because he couldn't practice it himself, and he had many doubts, so he could only ask little by little, and then write them down one by one.

Until late at night, Bai Ze saw that the mountain ghost was so tired that his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and he was drowsy, so he couldn't help but interrupt her again, and said, "Sister mountain ghost, why don't you rest for a while." I have written down these two swords, you can rest assured, one day I will be able to use them when I step on the other side. ”

"Well, that's fine. The mountain ghost lay on the rocking chair, his breathing was already like nothing, and he closed his eyes and concentrated, "I'll sleep for a while, and remember to call me when it's dawn." ”

Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't wake up.

"Good. Bai Ze nodded and stayed by the mountain ghost's side all night.

She is right, if she continues like this, tomorrow will be the time for her to dissipate between heaven and earth.

Bai Ze felt sad in his heart, in the final analysis, this was the second person he had met besides Xie Xuan, who was so good to him.

Although the mountain ghost had ulterior motives and wanted him to help her kill the current sword immortal Li Muzhi, Bai Ze didn't feel that he was being used at all, and some, he just felt sorry for the mountain ghost's past hundred years.

Beauty, what is the destiny of heaven?

This night, Bai Ze did not meditate and practice, but just quietly stayed by the side of the mountain ghost, looking at her almost transparent side face, and the pale cyan tendons in it could be vaguely seen.

With his current strength, the monk on the other side may not be Bai Ze's opponent, and it can be said that he is already quite against the sky. But he hated and was unwilling. Why is the way of heaven like this, and such a kind and beautiful soul suffering so much?

The sun rises in the east, and the purple air is Hongmeng. Bai Ze sat all night, and the warm sunlight hit the side face of the mountain ghost Epiphany General Xie, which was as beautiful as this.

Bai Ze couldn't bear to disturb her deep sleep, but the mountain ghost's long eyelashes moved slightly, slowly opened his tired eyes, turned his face sideways, and saw Bai Ze looking at her, smiled reluctantly, and said, "Morning, little Bai Ze." ”

"Morning, Sister Mountain Ghost. Bai Ze also smiled reluctantly.

She sat up with difficulty, chuckled, stretched out her hand to Bai Ze, and asked him, "Can you help me up?" ”

"Good. Bai Ze helped her up, very cautious, as if facing a fragile porcelain doll.

The mountain ghost is very light, as if it has no weight, and a breeze can blow her to the Moon Palace.

Bai Ze helped her and walked very slowly. But even so, the mountain ghost was still very difficult, and after only walking a hundred steps, he began to gasp, and his face flushed abnormally.

"Sister Mountain Ghost, I'll carry you. Bai Ze said, without waiting for the mountain ghost to speak, leaned over and lifted her on his back, gently placed it on his back, and asked her, "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go to the back mountain and see the group of monkeys. The mountain ghost smiled softly, "I don't know if they will come to bring me wine every once in a while when I leave." ”

“...... Yes. Bai Ze took it step by step, endured the wetness in his eyes, and walked towards the back mountain.

"Really?" the mountain ghost quietly lay on Bai Ze's shoulder and said, "But they were delivered, but no one drank it." ”

Bai Ze stopped talking, and his heart was uncomfortable.

He wanted to ask, did he not have to die if he didn't come here?

He went all the way into the mountain, got the broken sword of the half-step Sword Immortal King, and his peerless learning, and then met the mountain ghost, and got her inheritance, the inheritance at the cost of his life.

"Little Bai Ze, why don't you speak?" The mountain ghost lay listlessly on Bai Ze's back, his snow-white hair brushing the young man's resolute side face, "Talk to me, except for the red leopard and the tattooed civet, you are my only friend in the past hundred years." ”

"You are also the best sister I have met in the past twelve years. Bai Ze said, his voice a little choked.

"Do you know, in fact, the nameless cave where I got Wufeng is not far from Hengshan. Bai Ze said, "Actually, I think, he finally wanted to come back." ”

"Yes......" the mountain ghost smiled lightly, "but why hasn't he come back?"

"In that cave, there is an old monk. Bai Ze said, taking a deep breath, "As soon as they talked about Buddhism, they started to fight......

"Shizun lost, right?" the mountain ghost asked, but Bai Ze didn't need to answer.

Bai Ze felt that his shoulders were a little wet, he didn't dare to look back, he knew that the mountain ghost was crying, crying silently.

There are still 300 steps away from the back mountain. Not far ahead, there is a hundred-year-old willow tree, the wicker is like a waterfall, and the shape is like a big umbrella.

"I'd like to take a break there. The mountain ghost said, in a very soft tone, as if it would disappear at any moment, "under that willow tree." ”

"Good. Bai Ze knew that she couldn't walk in just three hundred steps.

The autumn sun is warm, but it can't warm Bai Ze's cold heart. He led the mountain ghost to the willow tree, laid her down, and leaned her back against the willow tree.

"This willow tree was planted by my own hands a hundred years ago. The mountain ghost touched the roots of the willow tree and said: "Speaking of ridicule, Li Muyi came out of Chang'an and wrote a poem, "Baqiao Farewell Willow", saying, 'The smoke and rain are wet and the willows are wet, and the branches outside the pavilion are broken to send them to the distance'. ”

Parting to give willow, willow is "stay", hoping that people who travel far away can stay or return as soon as possible.

"Shizun didn't come back, but before I knew it, it had grown so big. The mountain ghost took out a jade flute from his waist and handed it to Bai Ze, "Do you know how to play the flute?"

"A little. Bai Ze took it.

"I'll sing to you. "Do you remember the tune I hummed when we first met?"

"The Ballad of Mountain Ghosts, I know. Bai Ze nodded.

"Okay, you play the flute, I'll sing. The mountain ghost smiled lightly, Bai Ze found the syllable, his ten fingers flew up, and he played.

The song is mournful and sad, like crying and complaining.

"If anyone is in the mountains,

was taken by the scorpion.

Both smiling and smiling,

Zi Muyu is good and slender. ”

The mountain ghosts sing softly, their voices ethereal, scattered into the autumn wind, and the willow leaves are flying.

"Take the red leopard from the civet dog,

Xinyi Chexi knotted the laurel flag. ”

Bai Ze kept playing, but the voice of the mountain ghost gradually lowered, as if he was choked by something unknown.

"Du Heng was taken by Shi Lanxi,

Fold the fragrance and leave it behind.

The rest of the secluded seclusion will never see the sky,

......”

The mountain ghost's pale green eyes slowly closed, and the voice gradually stopped.

Bai Ze burst into tears.

"Can you tell me what's your name?" he asked.

The person with closed eyes did not speak, nor did he open his eyes, but only stretched out a finger and pointed to the jade flute in Bai Ze's hand, and then passed away suddenly.

The autumn wind swept away the leaves, and the body of the mountain ghost, like smoke, was gently blown away, as if she had never existed in this world.

Bai Ze looked down and saw a beautiful inscription on the jade flute, "Yao".

"The road is difficult and difficult to come back alone. Bai Ze hummed the last unsung song of the mountain ghost softly, and was stunned for a long time.

Is the difficult and dangerous road the reason why you are late?

"Wang Zhilian, do you know? Bai Ze used the broken sword to dig the soil under the willow tree and bury the jade flute, "She has been waiting for you for a hundred years, and she just wants you to turn around and look at her." In fact, what about taking a look? The immortal road has no beginning and no end, is the peak really that important?"

Bai Ze folded the wood and erected a stele, carved the five words "Tomb of the Best Friend Yao" with his own hands, and sat down under the willow tree.

The night was dark, and Bai Ze carried a jar of monkey wine and drank it recklessly.

"Yao, the monkey in the back mountain, I'll help you see it. The monkeys, all of them became essences, and when they smelled of you, they brought me a jar of monkey wine. ”

"Hey, what about the Earth Spirit Root, I found it in your room too, don't worry I didn't find it. ”

"Don't worry, Jian Yi and Jian Jiu, I will let them shine again in the rivers and lakes of Kyushu. I will also find someone as kind and gentle as you to teach these two tricks. ”

"Sword Immortal Li Muzhi, I will go find him. I promise you, at the very least, to get back the blade of the bladeless blade. ”

"Actually, the first time I met you, I liked you very much. You look good when you smile, really good-looking. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Yao, if I hadn't broken into your life, you wouldn't have died because of me......"

"Now, the rabbit and fish I roasted for you that day are not delicious, are they? Why would you not eat a bite?"

The night was dark and the stars were dim.

The meteor shower is like an elegy for the mourning of the gods, sliding down the sky.

The boy was drunk, lying under the willow tree, looking at the tombstone beside him, and talking to himself.

"I miss you. ”

But you can't come back.

So, go to sleep.

Here it is, sleeping.

Since then, there has been one less mountain ghost named Yao in the world.

Many, a sword spirit who is determined to be righteous.