Tian Ze and Wu Xingyao entered the pear orchard.

"Meet the seniors!"

"Meet the Dean!"

Ji Shuqi slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids flickered slightly, as if he was weighing a thousand catties, and he couldn't do it.

"Why don't you rest? Although a cultivator can go against the laws of heaven and earth and is full of energy, he also has to do human things, walking, sleeping, eating, and not lacking. If you forget this, you will lose your human nature, and you must not lose the big because of the small. ”

Wu Xingyao stepped forward and said respectfully: "Follow the teachings of your predecessors. In fact, the juniors and your students happened to pass by here, and when they saw a ghostly light in the depths of the pear blossoms, they wondered if the seniors were asleep, so they came to visit. ”

When Shu Qi heard this, he sighed, and his tone contained infinite sorrow: "You sit down for a while, the old man will go get some tea and drink a few cups with the old man." ”

"Yes!"

Wu Xingyao's face was excited, and he couldn't suppress his joy.

Tian Ze was puzzled, with Shu Qi's cultivation, he didn't even have a ring, why did he even have to take a cup of tea?

After a while, Shu Qi staggered out, holding a copper kettle and a box of spiritual tea.

Wu Xingyao hurriedly stepped forward to support him and helped Ji Shuqi into his seat.

Ji Shuqi smiled: "People are getting old! I feel that everything has become heavier! With that, he took out a fire fold from his bosom and lit the coals in the tea stove.

Tian Ze finally couldn't help it, and the doubts in his heart burst out like flooding rivers and lakes, he didn't understand why a Flying Ascension Realm monk would call himself a junior to him, why he would do something that mortals could easily accomplish.

"Dean, why don't you use the aura? Isn't it easy for my monks to turn fire into fire and drive all things?"

Ji Shuqi quietly looked at the flame in the tea stove, the flickering fire reflected on the mottled cheeks of the ravine, as if he had turned himself into a broken candle in the wind, and said, "When you first cultivated your spiritual energy, what were you thinking in your heart?

"Of course I remember!" Tian Ze and Wu Xingyao said in unison.

Wu Xingyao took the lead and said: "It's a joy, as soon as you enter the cultivation of the truth, transform into a mortal body, and cultivate into an immortal body, I feel that everything I have hoped for in the past is at my fingertips." ”

Ji Shuqi looked at Tianze: "What about you?"

Tian Ze said lightly: "Hate!"

At the time of the Night Ape Ruins, under the induction of the power of the Night Wish's Black Death, Demon Delirium Tianze mastered the body that used spiritual power for the first time, and at that moment, he vowed to make everyone suffer the same injustice as himself, and at that time, the hatred of the sky filled his mind and made people lose their minds.

Ji Shuqi glanced at Tian Ze deeply, picked up a tong, and gently stirred the coals in the tea stove, and for a while, the heat on his face was even stronger.

"I have heard the same answer as you, he has killed countless people in his life, and there is more blood flowing on his sword than the water of Sixian Lake, and the fallen corpse in front of him can build a towering wall on the periphery of the imperial capital. ”

Tianze was shocked, is there still such a murderous person in the world?

"I wonder what the name of this demon is?"

Ji Shuqi waved his hand: "He is not a demon, he has exchanged the sword in his hand and the iron horse under his command for a thousand years of peace and prosperity for Zhongshenzhou." Ji Shuqi just said this, but never mentioned the name of this person, which had to make the two of them suspect that Ji Shuqi was afraid of something.

Wu Xingyao was puzzled: "Senior, you asked us how we felt when we obtained the aura for the first time, does it have anything to do with you not using the aura?"

"Yes, of course, and it's huge. ”

At this time, the water on the tea stove is finally boiling.

Ji Shuqi stopped talking and slowly poured tea for everyone. He is not as particular as a master of the tea ceremony, nor does he have such tedious steps as warming, washing tea, placing tea, etc., but he is as simple as an ordinary man, boiling water to make tea leaves, without the slightest sense of beauty. If he hadn't known in advance that this person was the famous Jade Red Martial God, anyone would have recognized Ji Shuqi as an old farmer working in the fields of the mortal realm.

Tian Ze looked at the spiritual tea in the cup in front of him, and there were a few crystal-clear grits at the bottom of the tea, and he gently blew the semi-wet and half-dry tea leaves on the tea surface, and drank it in one gulp, but the entrance was slightly bitter, and the aura in it was also mixed, and even made Tian Ze feel like he had been rectified.

On the other hand, Wu Xingyao tasted it with relish, and it was really a 'lover' in the eyes.

At this time, Ji Shuqi said lightly: "Continuing from what I said, do you know that when the old man first cultivated his aura, he sat in a mass grave for three days and three nights. ”

Ji Shuqi asked and replied: "At that time, I was in the mortal realm, and I was already in my twilight years, and my body was suffering from diseases and miscellaneous diseases, coughing up blood day and night. In order to heal the disease, I have given everything to a son and a daughter. They all started their families, and there were several mouths in the family to eat and eat, so they would suffer the dissatisfaction of their wives and children. ”

"Finally, a rainy night came......"

That night, the rain was like thunder, and from time to time there was a crackling sound of lightning and lightning outside the house.

Ji Shuqi lay on the bed, coughing violently, and every time he coughed, he felt a steel needle with barbs pierced into his lungs, and life was worse than death.

At this moment, the son came in, covered in rain and mud below his knees, as if he had just returned from the paddy field, followed by a woman, lying quietly on the door frame, hiding her face and crying.

His son bowed his head deeply, not daring to look at Ji Shuqi, and then suddenly knelt down, crying and kowtowing violently to Ji Shuqi, even if his forehead was bloody, he did not weaken a little bit of strength, until the blood on his forehead was already pouring out.

Ji Shuqi was puzzled: "Son, what are you?"

His son said ruthlessly: "The child begs his father to go on the road! We are so exhausted that we can no longer afford to pay for your medical treatment, and our wife and children are already sick from hunger." In ancient times, Guo Ju was foolish and filial to bury his mother, and tonight the child did this foolish thing in exchange for the lives of more than ten people in the two families. ”

Ji Shuqi's eyes were as wide as cowbells, but he was helpless, "You have really made a decision?"

His son nodded, tears surging even more, "The child has already built a hall for his father, and he asks his father to ...... It's a fulfillment!"

Hearing this, Shu Qi shook his head, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears. Even though he has been suffering from illness for several years, he has not been able to shed tears, but he can't bear the sincere words of his children tonight.

He cried because he couldn't understand, why did this life end like this?

The Buddha said that the seven sufferings, resentment, love and parting, and not being able to ask for it, are the sufferings of the heart, and birth, old age, sickness and death are for the pain of the flesh and for the stage of life.

But what can I do, I don't have time to find this answer.

Ji Shuqi sighed: "Let's go, the two of you will send your father on his last journey!"

His children walked deep into the woods outside the house.

Where the government has a law, and all those who abandon life and death must come to the yamen to inspect the records to prevent concealing the murder, so the father and son went to a mass grave. When I report to my father tomorrow that he is sick and has no idea of surviving and leaves, he can hide from the world.

The three of them walked silently in the rainy night, their son put the only oil-paper umbrella in the family on Ji Shuqi's head, and he and his sister were completely exposed to the wind and rain.

The road in the woods is slippery, with moss and mud, and if you are not careful, you will fall.

It was so difficult, I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to the mass grave.

This is the place where the government disposes of unclaimed corpses, and death row prisoners who are beheaded at noon, beggars who freeze to death on the roadside in the middle of winter, and refugees who starve to death in natural disasters can all enjoy a safe place after death.

Ji Shuqi looked at the desolate and undulating small earthen bags in front of him, each of which had a corpse under it, maybe there was no coffin, and the monochrome loess was called a futon; maybe it was just a grass sweeping corpse, at least it could be separated from the damp and cool loess, so that it would not remain cold after death.

And when he came to the palace of the dead built for himself by his children, Ji Shuqi smiled, really laughed, from the heart.

I saw that the so-called hall of the dead was just a big pit more than one person high, but fortunately, its edge was smooth, and it could be called a delicate earthen pit.

It is made of bluestone blocks in the shape of a coffin, and there is a pair of door panels next to it, which is the door panel of the daughter's kitchen, if it is pulled to the vegetable market, it can be sold for at least 50 yuan, which can buy a full eight catties of rice!