The young man held a medicine bowl in his hand, the medicine bowl was not big, exuding the atmosphere of the early Ming Dynasty, people who knew how to do it, they could see at a glance that this bowl was an antique, and if you could do it on the market, you could change it for a thousand eight hundred.

"Master, just take a sip!" begged the young man.

"Smack. ”

The medicine bowl was slapped down by a big old hand and landed on the stone platform three steps away. "How many times have I said that the teacher does not drink this mortal thing. ”

The young man was helpless, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, bent down to pick up the broken bowl, and left silently.

It has been three months since the young master went mad, and in these three months, there have been not 1,000 broken bowls, but 800.

Half an hour later, the young man brought another bowl of decoction. The soup is filled with a small red bowl at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the small red bowl is full of leisurely charm, and it is rarely seen on the market.

There were still more than ten steps away from the old man, and the young man shouted loudly: "Master, this bowl was brought back from outside the mountain, if it is broken again, our master and apprentice will have to eat with their hands in the future." ”

I don't know if it was the young man's words that stimulated the old man, or if the old man's condition suddenly improved. "Stinky boy, that's something left by your senior sister's ancestor, be careful, don't break it!"

The boy has followed his master for more than ten years, and he has never seen his senior sister, but he often hears his master mention it.

"Who is the ancestor of the senior sister, this bowl does not look like an ordinary person's home!" said the young man as he handed the decoction to the old man's mouth. "Master, drink it while it's hot, this medicine is not easy to come by, don't waste it. The boy waited carefully.

The old man looked up and looked at the gray and black face of the young cat, knowing that he was suffering from a seizure and causing trouble to his apprentice again. After reaching out to take it, he didn't ink, frowned and drank it.

"Your senior sister ancestor is a great person, known as the fire god Niangniang, due to the fault in the inheritance, your senior sister worshipped me as a teacher, and I will see it later, but be polite, this bowl is her apprenticeship, it is said that there is a secret about the Xin family, let me keep it for her. It's a pity that this child has a hard life, has been missing for many years, and does not know whether he is alive or dead. The old man took the rest of the medicine residue into his mouth, and his brow furrowed, it was obvious that this medicine residue was more unpalatable than the decoction.

The young man was curious, and asked, "Senior sister's name is Xin Wen? Then his ancestor must also be surnamed Xin, Master, is she a mortal or an immortal?"

The old man did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes and recalled, and after half a ring, he said leisurely: "Fire God Niangniang is the name given to her by later generations, her name is Xin Tong, she is the holy witch of the Fire Clan, and she is a great woman. According to her descendants, she has been waiting for someone all her life, but she knows that this person is impossible. When the old man said this, his eyes were moist.

The young man didn't know why his master had sadness in his eyes, so he put away the bowl and stood on one side, asking carefully. "If it's impossible, why wait?"

"Hey!" the old man lamented, secretly wiping away the tears. "Because she made a mistake while taking the medicine, she woke up 600 years early. And the person she was waiting for would not appear until more than 600 years later. ”

The young man was stunned, thinking that his master's madness had flareed up again, and he was busy reaching out to pinch the old man's people.

"What are you doing, get out of the way. The old man was furious. In fact, the main reason for his anger is that he is not good at studying medicine as a teenager, who said that it is useful to lose his heart and go crazy and pinch people.

"Master, are you all right? I'll help you into the house to rest. The boy did not leave, but reached out to help the old man.

Although the old man was angry, he shook his head helplessly. "What the teacher said is not a lie, and one day you will understand. ”

The young man shook his head, sighing bitterly in his heart, Master's condition is getting more and more serious, and if he doesn't treat it, he may affect the heart and pulse, once the heart pulse is damaged, the limbs and bones will not be smooth, how can it continue like this.

I don't know how long it took, the old man moved his upward gaze from the clouds to the depths of the canyon: "Creation makes people, what should have appeared did not appear, but what should not have appeared appeared here, the holy witch rest assured, Wangshan will definitely let Xingfeng take you back to the past, our people need you." ”

The young man's heart was sad again, his master was not like this before, since he went to Xinjiazhai, he began to be delirious soon after he came back, and he talked nonsense all day long.

Seven days later.

The old man's condition worsened, and he looked at the young man kneeling beside the bed, his face was reluctant, and his cloudy old eyes no longer had the same brilliance as before.

Despite this, he still propped up half of his body, looked at the young man kneeling three steps away, and sighed.

"For the teacher to die, you don't have to be sad. ”

The old man's voice was sad, and as his voice became weaker and weaker, his breath was unsteady, and he began to cough violently, and when he was dying, he reached into his arms and handed a scroll to the young man.

The boy cried silently.

After a long time, the old man's face was like pink, and his qi and blood were reversed, which was the appearance of returning to the light.

The old man raised his hand and pointed westward, and muttered: "What you have learned and understood, you must not violate the principles of heaven, the rich and poor have their own destiny, and if you once pursue pleasure, you will lose people's hearts." Once the human heart is lost, it can never be recovered, and what is the difference between the time and the lonely ghost!"

Speaking of this, he sighed and shook his head: "The Tao is invisible, derived from Vientiane Zhoutian, the number of Xuanhuang Qi is a metaphor for Kyushu, no one can isolate Qiankun, the art of sixty-nine, the difficulty is in the heart, you should think about it more, and you can't waste your practice." ”

Saying this, he squinted and sighed, and spoke again after half a ring. "I have been honest all my life as a teacher, but there is one thing that has been hidden in my heart for many years, and now I will tell you this secret when the deadline is approaching. You walk into some..."

The young man looked puzzled, nodded, moved his knees forward, and leaned towards the old man's side.

"The outside world is not the same place as the world where the teacher came, the teacher came from the Xia Dynasty four thousand years ago!" Speaking of this, he stared at it, as if someone was waiting for him.

"Four thousand years ago?" the young man exclaimed in horror, could it be that the master and the fire god knew each other?

"Don't be afraid. The old man lowered his eyes and whispered, for fear of frightening the young man in front of him. "You must be wondering why the teacher is here. In fact, I don't know if I am a teacher, I think I have my own arrangements in the dark, and I believe that one day, you can find the answer. ”

"Master, who are my parents?" the young man asked sadly.

"They, hey......"

The old man only lamented, but did not speak.

"Who are they?" the boy asked again.

"They are no longer in this world, but if you can go back one day, maybe you will be able to see them. ”

The young man didn't ask again, he knew that there must be a reason why the master didn't say it.

Seeing the young man's sad face, the old man whispered, "One of your parents is in the heavenly realm and the other is in the underworld, and you are a variable. ”

"Master, tell me, why am I a variable?" the young man asked eagerly.

"Because, Vulcan Lady... She—" The old man had already lost his breath before he finished speaking.

The young man wailed and wailed, but no one could tell him what had happened, why did his master appear four thousand years later, and where was the fire god Niangniang?

Yungu Mountain, deep in the primeval jungle of central Yunnan, inaccessible, perennial smoke, ethereal, rugged mountains, towering and straight, like a long dragon rushing to the sun, looking at it from afar quite a bit of the charm of the fairy dojo.

Legend has it that after Lao Tzu left Hangu Pass, he preached and preached here, and nine years later he ascended to Taixu.

Overlooking from a high place, Yungu Mountain not only has the appearance of a long dragon rushing to the sun, but also has the wonder of a green cow absorbing water at the southwest oblique corner. At a glance, there is a green cow lying next to the bluestone of the size of a mountain, and at the place where the green cow breathes, there is a natural spring, called Baiquan.

Hundreds of steps above the white spring, there is a cave, the diameter of the cave is not big, about half a zhang, the internal space is spacious, there is a stone bed to the east, the stone bed is made of white jade, no one knows its origin.

The west side is a round stone bench, the stone bench is regular, full of traces of time, but it is not artificially carved, the stone bench is not far away, there is an oval coffee table, the tea on the coffee table has been cold.

The young man sat aside, he had not eaten for three days, his eyes were confused, his face was full of grief, tears were fully displayed, his expression was in a trance, and there was a kind of helplessness when the sky fell.

"Master, why am I a variable?"

The boy muttered to himself, slowly unfolding a brownish deerskin scroll in his hand, which his master had taken out of his bosom and left for the boy when he was about to take his last breath.

The worn-out deerskin scroll does not know how many years it has, and how much sweat of Taoist ancestors has been poured, although the handwriting is neat but unrecognizable, the young man sighed and shook his head, Master is really confused, why has not a word been known by himself for more than ten years of preaching.

The boy remembered what his master said on his deathbed, that he was from 4,000 years ago, and that these words were probably written 4,000 years ago.

The grief was like a flood that burst its banks, and the boy collapsed on the ground.

The words on the deerskin scroll may be the only clue to his origins.

After some time, the boy woke up from his coma, his mind empty, and the hunger in his belly reminded him that he had not eaten in days.

Staggered to the entrance of the cave, walked out not far to the turtle-shaped stone, the turtle-shaped stone to the east three miles, his master's remains were buried there, there was no coffin, no mourning paper money, only the remains of the master were wrapped with bark, and then a shallow pit was dug, and it was buried, on the wooden stake erected at the head of the grave, the tomb of the teacher Xin Wangshan was written, and the apprentice Wu Xingfeng said goodbye.

The name Wu Xingfeng was not given by Xin Wangshan for him, he once asked Xin Wangshan who gave him such an ugly name, Xin Wangshan smiled and said nothing, only that the heavenly secret should not be leaked.

In the evening, Wu Xingfeng caught a bamboo rat, the bamboo rat was not small, there were more than ten catties, and there were still four or five catties left after peeling the skin and removing the dirt, and he was shot by him with a sharpened bamboo sword.

After some tossing, set up a fire and bake. Hunger can stimulate a person's potential, and it can also properly awaken ancient memories that have long been lost in the human body.

Ru Mao drank blood, is the ancients in a simple environment, in order to survive and had to eat the flesh and blood of animals to maintain life, Wu Xingfeng is like a child of the ancients at the moment, holding a dagger in his hand, expressionless, only crazy sickness, this is a kind of hunger to a certain extent before the move to a certain extent, in the case of the bamboo rat has not yet been roasted, began to cut the flesh and blood, put it in the mouth to chew.

He was really hungry and his physical functions did not allow him to be the slightest picky.

A bamboo rat was half eaten by him, and the rest was slowly roasted on the fire, and at this time, Wu Xingfeng found that the bamboo rat was the most delicious after it was roasted.

It was the worst he'd ever eaten in more than a decade.

When he was a child, Wu Xingfeng felt that there was a glowing fire at the entrance of the cave in a daze, and he got up in confusion, and just took two steps, he heard the sound of the medicine bowl breaking, this sound was too familiar, his master Xin Wangshan had been crazy for three months, and smashed the bowl for three months. Now there is only a small red bowl left at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Because this bowl is the ancestral heirloom of the senior sister Xin Wen, Wu Xingfeng panicked, how should this be good, one day the senior sister came back and found that her ancestral heirloom was damaged, according to the time, it is really difficult to argue.

The last job bowl is just gone.

Although it is modern, the deep mountains where Wu Xingfeng and his master are located are extremely barren, and there are no people in a radius of 100 miles, let alone flashlights and other lighting things.

Fortunately, Wu Xingfeng has aura cultivation, and he can barely see things at night, and when he turns his head to look down at the sound, the red yuan bowl on the ground has been shattered, and there is a golden object on the side of the broken bowl, which is similar in size to the red bowl.

Bending down to pick it up, the copper sheet was very thin, in the shape of a bowl, and there were fragments of the yuan bowl adhered to it. The pieces were removed and laid out by hand, like a thin sheet of paper, a strange figure was drawn on a sheet of copper, the figure was flat and circular, somewhat like a legendary flying saucer.