In the bright sunstone brilliance, a male cultivator in a green robe and elegant demeanor led the way in front.

Ye Qingyue had a cluster of colorful flames floating in front of him, and followed him through the corridor between the two rows of houses, all the way to the front of the hall.

"I don't know what the relationship between you and the owner of this cave is what?" Ye Qingyue broke the silence and asked quietly

"The first master of the lower is a Confucian cultivator who entered the Tao with painting. No, it was the brush that the first master used when he entered the Tao. The male cultivator said with a smile.

"Confucian cultivators?" Ye Qingyue asked, "So, what's going on with this soul cultivation inheritance?" ”

"The inheritance of soul cultivation is what the ancestor will gain during his lifetime." Male Seminary.

"Before death? Could it be that the ancestor was a Confucian cultivator during his lifetime, and after his death, he switched to soul cultivation? Ye Qingyue asked.

"Exactly." The male cultivator said, "When the life of the ancestor was about to end, he transferred to soul cultivation. It's a pity that he is too obsessed with it in his heart, and he can't go far on the path of soul cultivation. ”

At this time, the male nun had already walked to the front of the hall.

The walls were made of pure white jade, and after many years, Ye Qingyue could still feel the faint spiritual fluctuations coming from the jade wall.

She was almost certain that there was a formation or a ban on this wall.

"I think I've found out about it!" The male cultivator smiled faintly.

The cyan wide sleeves of water swept by, and a layer of colorful ripples suddenly appeared on the white wall.

The ripples spread out in circles, occupying almost half of the wall. When the water streaks disappeared, and then I looked at the wall, it was already pure white, and it had turned into a clear azure.

Azure jade. There are a circle of complicated lines. The male cultivator punched a few rays of light in, and saw a carved door floating on the cyan jade wall.

The door squeaked open, and there was a pleasant laugh wafting through the door.

"This black bat is really brave!"

"That six-tailed fox is not bad! Insidious enough, worthy of the fox's cunning name. ”

"This mirage is really stupid, you can't see it with such a simple trick!"

"Do you want to make a bet that I'll be the first to fall this big mirage?"

……

It was also a spacious hall, and when I heard the door open, several women who were talking and laughing turned around.

There were four women in total, and the woman in white was the first thing Ye Qingyue saw. Three more. The colors of the clothes are varied. But they are all beautiful, but they are the beauties of the three paintings.

"Daoyou really walked up to my sister!" The woman in white said with a smile, "We have another sister!" ”

"She!" The woman in purple smiled, "This fellow Daoist." I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to be our sisters! ”

"That's a shame!" The woman in white also saw the cluster of colorful flames. Qiao smiled. "I don't want to be sisters and brothers with these three demon beasts. It's unappetizing just to look at! ”

Ye Qingyue smiled faintly, which was regarded as a greeting.

On the other side of the hall were rows of rooms, and the male cultivator led her into the innermost room.

"Here. Guarding some of the gains of the ancestors during their lifetimes. Standing at the door, the male cultivator said, "There are some exercises in it, which can also be practiced by Taoist cultivators." Daoists can choose one to take away. ”

The room looks small from the outside, but spacious from the inside. Obviously, it is superimposed on the space formation.

The jade slips of the exercises suitable for Taoist cultivation that the male cultivator said were scattered in the corner of the side.

Because no one has been browsing for a long time, there is already a mole of dust on it.

Ye Qingyue first cast a dust removal technique to clean the place, and then checked the jade slips piece by piece.

There are various kinds of contents in the jade slips, and there are many exercises that need to be activated layer by layer according to the cultivator's cultivation realm. She could only see the name or the beginning. From some seemingly inexplicable "soul exchange technique", "soul cultivation technique", "soul splitting technique", "soul needle technique", "soul blade technique", to some "Haoran Zhengqi technique", "iron hook silver painting technique", "export into a chapter technique" and so on.

"If you are a Daoist who has cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage, this "Soul Splitting Technique" is a special practice used to refine extra-legal incarnations. The male cultivator reminded.

Ye Qingyue was flipping through the bottom jade slip at this time, but this jade slip did not have any prohibition, she could see the end from the beginning unimpeded.

It's not like an exercise, it's more like a collection of mundane poems.

Confucian cultivation, in today's cultivation world, has long been in decline. Finding a pure Confucian cultivator is probably more difficult than finding an orthodox soul cultivator. Ye Qingyue didn't know how these people cultivated, but from the perspective of this jade slip, she couldn't find any traces of the key to the exercises.

"The stars are not last night, for whom is the wind and the midnight supper?"

"Lovesick memories know when the day is, this night is embarrassing!"

"The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. ”

"Since parting, memories have met, how many times have you dreamed of the same soul with you?"

……

"Is the master a woman?" Ye Qingyue saw the end and asked.

"How did Daoyou know?" The male cultivator said warmly.

Ye Qingyue smiled and said, "When I see this poetry collection, I can also think of the master's demeanor." ”

Ye Qingyue said, still collecting the "Soul Splitting Technique" jade slip.

The male cultivator took the jade slip full of gut-breaking verses from her hand, and looked at it line by line, but he didn't hear Ye Qingyue's words.

Ye Qingyue saw that his face was as warm as jade and gradually covered with a layer of sadness, as if it was sad and sad.

In Ye Qingyue's impression, the image of this male cultivator has always been indifferent and smiling.

She could infer how tenacious this soul cultivator's state of mind was.

At this time, his gentle and humble face really showed sadness.

She didn't say a word, and stood on one side of the bookshelf without saying a word.

Under the glow of the sunstone, the shadows of the two men were stretched long and pasted to the other shelf.

She didn't know how long the "pen fairy" in front of her had lived, whether it was hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years?

Soul cultivation is not as Shou Yuanyi said, what kind of color will such a long life that cannot see the end be?

Eternal life, eternity.

transcended the realm of the cycle of life and death.

But at this moment. The figure of the male cultivator who will never grow old looks like this...... Aloneness.

This feeling reminded her of the stars in the sky.

As she looked up at the night sky, they stayed quietly in a corner of the sky. Without saying a word, silently exuding his own brilliance.

This is often the case tens of thousands of years ago, and it is still the case tens of thousands of years later. Looking at each other from afar, unless it is the moment when it falls into a meteor, it will never meet.

Eternity.

She remembered a quote from her previous life: It has been said that death gives life its ultimate meaning.

When life is so long that you can no longer see the end. Life. What should be done?

After a long time, the male cultivator in Tsing Yi finally came back to his senses.

The light of the sunstone was brilliant, and his eyes were like the lonely pool of water in late autumn.

"Would you like to hear a story from me?" He smiled, and his smile was like the yellowed scrolls of the old days. With some traces of the sun and the moon.

"I've been around for tens of thousands of years, haven't I? But it's been a long time since I dare to miss the old days. ”

"My master. She is the daughter of a scholarly family. She started almost as soon as she was born. I fell in love with painting.

Her parents were both famous talents and talented girls in the imperial capital at that time, and they loved this talented daughter very much. Before she learned to use chopsticks. I learned to hold a pen.

When she was older, her parents hired a gentleman who was very famous at the time. The gentleman not only instructed her in her art of painting, but also left her a brush that she had treasured for a long time. ”

"At this point, you can probably guess it. That pen is where I first stayed. When the male cultivator said this, a warm look appeared in his eyes, and he smiled lightly, "My name is Shou Clumsy." Taken from the first two words in 'Keeping the Clumsy Return to the Countryside'. ”

Ye Qingyue was silent, and the male cultivator's slightly water-colored eyes looked at the direction she was standing intently, as if he remembered the trace of the person who had also stayed here.

"Every girl grows up, and she is no exception. As the years passed, she grew bigger and more beautiful day by day. At that time, I already had a sense of ignorance.

Every morning, she sat in front of the window, and I lay in the palm of her hand, and the warmth was like the feeling of the sun shining on my body.

The morning sun fell on her face, and each of her eyelashes was clearly visible in the sun. I followed her wishes, dipped light ink on the white rice paper, outlined a series of mountains, dotted with a piece of sun, a few clumps of mountain peaches.

Sometimes, I also write a strange poem in the blank space. ”

"The sound of the spring swallows the dangerous stone, and the sun is cold and green pine."

"At the end of the song, no one is gone, and there are several peaks on the river."

"Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise."

In the blink of an eye, she was fourteen years old.

At that time, she was already a very beautiful girl. Her fame has long spread in the imperial capital with her paintings.

I also went from a vague consciousness that didn't understand anything, to a lot of common sense.

I know that she has a fiancé who has been married since childhood. In the future, she will accompany him to watch sunrises and sunsets, and more intimate things.

The nascent consciousness knows what possessiveness is from about the time when it understands attachment. I love the feeling of being in the palm of her hand and reluctant to share it with anyone.

Finally, one night, I spoke to her.

At that time, she had already touched the door of painting in a daze, but she didn't know it.

I don't know, none of us know how to cultivate as soon as we are born.

She was overjoyed when I spoke in her senses, as if it were a normal thing. I don't think it's sensational that a pen can speak.

After that, her relationship with me became more and more intimate.

We learned the method of divine consciousness communication without a teacher, and I am a spirit born of her clear Taoist mind, and there is a unique cause and effect between us.

What I'm thinking, she can know at any time; I can always know what is going on in her mind.

There are no secrets between us, and the special causal connection makes our already connected hearts more and more compatible. It is an intimate feeling that transcends friendship, love and affection, it is simple, without a little impurity, without the slightest calculation. ”

Shou Clumsy said this, and suddenly stopped. The tenderness under the eyes is still as clear as water, but it has begun to be dyed with a faint sadness.

Every story has a good beginning, but often it doesn't have an equally happy ending. Living, growing up, may be a tragedy. (To be continued......)