"The two of them arrived in the capital, since they want to settle down, it is better to go to the Sihailou in the city to try it, the fish, shrimp and crabs of my Moon Lake, but they are famous throughout the Great Xia, and they can only be seen in the royal capital. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info 天籁novel.23txt."

The boatman rocked the oars and was enthusiastic about telling some more.

These mortals who work every day have a simple temperament, perhaps because this small paradise has no quarrel with the world, so the ancient way is warm, but it makes the sorrow feel good.

It's just that what makes me puzzled is what the old man brought him here for.

Under the bluestone city wall, the old man showed a look of remembrance, he touched the city wall, and walked along the city wall.

Under the bronze city gate, several officers and soldiers looked at the two.

"I left home as a young man, but I came back with my relatives. ”

"It's peaceful in my Lake City, and it's not worth it to leave. ”

Some of the ordinary people who entered the city also looked at the old man, and many of them showed curiosity, they talked about it, all kinds of speculations came into their ears, and they couldn't help but shake their heads and smile bitterly.

Turning a city wall, the old man chuckled and said: "This is the mundane, I haven't heard it for a hundred years, these mortals, they walk in the world, they run around every day for a living, and they don't see many things, so they often like to observe others, just like us observe the avenue, and this avenue, we are also mortals." ”

The body shook slightly, thoughtful.

The old man stroked all the way along the city wall, his steps were light, and he followed behind him, he heard the old man say some marginal words, and knew that the old man was born here, and then he had the opportunity to pass on the immortal treasure, and then he got rid of the mundane.

At that time, he was high-spirited, stepped into the middle of the earth, competed for the younger generation, and finally declined, for many years, the realm has been stagnant, until the end of his life, he returned to his homeland.

Who knows, this time back, on the contrary, let him refine the lead flower, complete the Dao heart, and finally break the shackles and be reborn in Nirvana.

It is precisely because of this that the old man realized himself, took on the responsibility of heaven, and chose to guard Xiaoqian here forever, until the demon fled a hundred years ago and the catastrophe fell, he was able to go down to the lower realm and return to Zhongtian.

The two of them entered the city gate, and the ancient streets had been silent for endless years, and the sorrow suddenly appeared, and this place was even older than those fairy gates.

The chariots and horses walked, and many hawkers shouted and sold, and they carried their burdens and shuttled among the people and horses, with sharp teeth and mouths.

However, he followed the old man's gaze and saw several young hawkers, with turbans on their heads, even in late autumn, they were still steaming, and at this time they were holding the water scoop of the ancient well on the side of the road and pouring it into their mouths.

Only then did he realize how heavy the burden that seemed light to him was to these mortals.

He suddenly felt a little dazed in his heart, once upon a time, he no longer regarded himself as a mortal, and even his vision was different, he saw a broader world of immortals, the mortal world, has been turned into a prison, and he is no longer willing to step into it.

As a teacher, he wants his disciples to enter the mortal dust to sharpen, so why shouldn't he enter the mortal dust.

In the south of the city, the two of them set up a small shop, the owner of the shop lost his father before, and now he returned to his hometown with his young son, and the shop gave it to the two of them for ten taels of gold.

After the master's family left, the shop was empty, only two wooden beds, and the host's family was kind enough to leave the mattress.

The dim oil lamp, the somewhat blackened wooden table, and a few lame stools were all there was in the shop.

The green shirt smelled of dye, and suddenly there was some illusion, and the scenes of Zhongtian Immortal Dao were like dream bubbles, annihilated one by one in front of them, and everything in front of them was the ultimate reality.

At night, the moonlight poured down from the skylight, and he looked at the old man with sorrow, and said in a deep voice: "Senior, what did you bring me here?"

"Don't worry, your disciples are safe, don't worry. The old man took out the wine gourd, took a sip, and squinted his eyes.

"I have other important things to do, and I can't wait for them. Broken sorrow looked honest and said slowly.

Old man Ren has the ability to create the sky, but he can't count the existence of the system, and now the task time limit is only two months left, Su Mo is still untrustworthy, and he is already on the verge of fire, and he can't delay it anymore.

The old man was silent and shook his head for a long time: "One day in the sky, one year in the earth, I won't keep you for too long, I can't delay you." ”

Hearing this, his heart moved slightly, and he was about to say something, when he saw the old man wave his hand, and several green jades suddenly appeared on the ground.

Slightly stunned, the old man smiled: "Before the old man entered the Tao, he was a jade craftsman, and now, he is going to return to his old business." ”

The old man's eyes were deep, he glanced around, and sighed: "Everything back then is no more, and the south of the city has also changed, at the beginning, if I could have woken up earlier, perhaps, there would not be today's retribution, the sins of the year, always have to make up, reincarnation karma, cause and effect, always have a beginning and an end." ”

"Fortunately, it's not too late to turn back, God left me a glimmer of life, and let me meet my little brother. ”

His eyes flickered, and he was silent. The old man's words and deeds seemed to have deep meaning, but he was in a fog and couldn't see it really.

Immediately, the old man threw a green jade carving knife to Xuan Chou, the three-inch-long carving knife was green and blue, cold and sharp, but it was more like a small sword, but the moment he started, it was introverted, just like an ordinary bluestone, and there was no brilliance.

"The magic weapon has a spirit, and it is better to follow the customs. ”

Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the old man with sorrow, the old man stopped speaking, his whole temperament became calm, and he bent down to hold up a piece of green jade that was a square foot.

He took a deep breath, the green jade carving knife fell, plain, but when it fell into the eyes of Xuan Sorrow, there was an inexplicable rhythm, the knife fell silently, and the cyan jade chips fell, like pieces of snowflakes, light and transparent.

After ten swords, a young back appeared, the cyan jade back was as straight as a sword, faintly revealing a touch of arrogance, and he gradually condensed his sorrow, and he slowly sank into the old man's sword technique.

At this moment, the needles in the shop can be heard, and the lights are swaying, imprinting the two figures.

The cyan jade shavings fell, and at first it was only a light snow, and slowly, the snow became bigger and poured down.

Standing in the green snow, his mind was quiet, he looked at the green jade in the old man's hand, which had turned into a young man who had reached the age of twenty at this time, the young man was dressed in a long robe, his right hand was lightly raised, and a cold front in his hand was shining with a cold light.

At this time, Xuan Chou actually felt a clear sharp aura.

The young man was proud, staring ahead, standing in front of him with sorrow, and at this moment he was a little like a thorn in his back.

The eyes of the young jade statue flashed with brilliance, sharp and sharp, as if he was about to break through everything, and the old man's gaze was also extremely complicated, reminiscing about the vicissitudes of life, he sank into it, and forgot himself.