After Hua Yuan's death, Song Wujian did not give up, he still searched for other cultivators and cultivators in the vast mountain range, but he found nothing for decades.

Because cultivators think that if they have too much contact with mortals, they will pollute their spiritual power, and their state of mind will sink into the world, so ordinary cultivators will not stay in the secular world, and even if they must come, they will not make a big splash, and they will always be quiet, so there are many legends of immortals in the secular world, but no one has ever said it clearly.

After Song Wujian said this, he looked at Yi Chengdao with some envy: "Xiao Yi, you have this opportunity, you have to grasp it well, I, Song Wuji, have been crisscrossing the Tianfeng Continent for fifty or sixty years, and the only regret is that I don't have a spiritual root, and I can't break through the innate realm, but now although my life is about to end, with an apprentice like you, I can also look at it." ”

"Daily logistics and cultivation, although your spiritual root is not very good, but remember, these are not the most important, the struggle between cultivators, I don't know how many times more sinister than in the rivers and lakes, although I haven't experienced it personally, but I have collected a lot of information over the years, Hua Yuan also told me what he experienced back then, so you have to keep in mind that when you reach the cultivation realm in the future, you can't be too sharp."

"What you have done over the years, you know the Tao as a teacher, you have done very well, but the edge is too exposed, there is nothing in this Tianfeng Continent, cultivators will not meddle in mortal affairs, and there are very few who can pose a threat to you, but when you enter the cultivation realm in the future, you are just the most basic cultivator, do not be careful and low-key, do not be completely sure, do not show your full strength, or tell you before, if you leave a way back for yourself, don't trust anyone except yourself, all the strength of the cultivation realm is respected, It is completely naked and the strong, you have to learn to adapt, learn to endure, don't be greedy, although the treasure is good, but you have to have a life to enjoy. Keep this in mind and you'll experience it later. ”

After saying this, Song Wujian showed a deep expectation on his face, what he failed to achieve, this apprentice will definitely be able to do it.

When he passed on Yi Cheng's nameless mantra, he didn't know if Yi Cheng had a spiritual root, he was not a cultivator, and he couldn't detect it, but because he got a lot of benefits from it back then, he passed it on to Yi Cheng.

After listening to the master's words, Yi Cheng said in a loud voice: "The disciple remembers the master's teachings, but the master, you, you are not the same as you were at the beginning, how can you end your life?" ”

Song Wuqian knew that Yi Cheng was worried about himself, but he said calmly: "Silly boy, a hundred years of life is the limit for mortals. Over the years, I have already seen through life and death, but I am unwilling in my heart, hey, destiny, you can't force it, you don't have to be sad, even if you are a cultivator, it is just a matter of living a few more years, although it is said that you can cultivate the way of immortality, but there are a few people who can really live forever. I still have a few months to go, I haven't fulfilled my responsibility as a master all these years, and this last bit of time is just used to teach you, although you can practice spiritual power, but it is always good to have a little more strength at any time. ”

When Yi Cheng heard this, he hurriedly said: "The master is as kind to his disciple as a mountain, if there is no master, I will be just a shopkeeper in Qingshan Town in this life, not to mention that I have this cultivation, it is also a luxury to find my younger brothers and sisters." The disciple of the master is very kind, but he can't repay the master, and the disciple is very ashamed. What Yi Cheng said was sincere, and Song Wujian was deeply relieved to hear it.

Song Wujian stood up, walked to Ji Cheng's side, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Silly boy, you can have this achievement, you don't want me to teach, in the future, you will be successful in cultivation, and you will be proud of being a teacher even under Jiuquan." Cultivate well and live well! Song Wuji's eyes were full of love and reluctance.

Yi Cheng felt the desolation in Song Wuji's words, and his nose was a little sour, so he just nodded and said, "The disciple will not let the master down, and one day he will cultivate and attain immortality." ”

Then he asked: "The master just said that the mandate of heaven is so, but the disciple is not understanding, what is the mandate of heaven, what is heaven and what is destiny?" Youcheng remembered that Yun Feiyan had said the Mandate of Heaven, and the master said the same thing today, and he was very curious.

When Song Wujian heard this, the desolation on his face became stronger, and he walked to the door, looking at the boundless sky, as if he was saying to Youcheng, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "Destiny, what is heaven and what is destiny, I, Song Wuji, have been in my life, but I still can't fight for this day, I can't fight for this life!" ”

After speaking, he turned back to Youcheng and said word by word: "As a teacher, I don't know what the destiny of heaven is, but you have to remember that your own destiny must be controlled by yourself, even if it is God, you can be patient, you can dodge, you can do whatever it takes to survive, but you must not give in, even if it is death, you can't give in." Whether it is a martial artist or a cultivator, if you succumb to fate and succumb to strength, you will lose the heart of a strong man, and you can only be trampled under the feet of others forever! ”

His words were full of a spirit of looking down on the world, this was the momentum of Song Wuji's innate master.

Yi Cheng saw from his master that he was an unbroken martial artist, a true martial artist, who could only become stronger step by step if he never gave in.

Yi Cheng only replied one sentence, but every word was loud: "The disciple has written it down!" ”

In the following days, Yi Cheng was carefully taught by Song Wuji, and some of the previous unclear points in the martial arts suddenly became clear, and Yi Cheng was like returning to Qingshan Town when he first met Song Wuji.

Three months later, Yi Cheng obviously felt that his master's expression gradually dimmed, and he often lacked energy when explaining to Yi Cheng, Yi Cheng persuaded the master to rest many times, but Song Wujian laughed it every time and gave Yi Cheng advice.

Another month passed, Song Wuji's appearance changed from a middle-aged scholar to a rickety old man in just a few days, seeing that the master was aging day by day, Yi Cheng secretly grieved for a long time, but in front of the master, he also behaved as usual, but studied harder.

Early this morning, Yi Cheng came to Song Wuqian's room as usual to say goodbye, but after he knocked on the door, there was no response, Yi Cheng was immediately a little uneasy, and hurriedly pushed the door in, but saw Song Wuqian standing by the window, looking at the trees outside the window that had almost lost their leaves.

Yi Cheng arrived in the capital in April, stayed there for two months, and came here for more than four months, it was already November, the weather in the north was already cold, Song Wujian was getting worse and worse recently, Yi Cheng saw that the master was okay at the moment, just looked out the window, afraid that he would be cold, so he stepped forward and said to Song Wuji: "Master, the weather is cold, let's close the window!" ”

Song Wujian only realized that Yi Cheng was behind him at this time, he turned around and smiled at Yi Cheng, and said: "It's old, it's really old, you don't need to turn it off, you can see these today, and I don't know if you can see it tomorrow." ”

Then he seemed to reminisce: "I remember the first time I saw you in the spring, right?" He smiled brightly.

Yi Cheng listened, but the situation in front of him made him not happy at all, but he didn't want Song Wujian to be sad anymore, so he said: "It's spring, and the leaves have just sprouted at that time!" ”

Song Wujian listened, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Hehe, yes, the leaves have just sprouted at that time, you look at the eyes in front of you, the leaves have already fallen off, and they will sprout again next spring, but unfortunately, I can't see it." ”

Song Wujian had a look of regret on his face, but there was not much fear of death in his demeanor.

When Yi Cheng heard this, he choked up and shouted, "Master!" I couldn't say anything more.

Song Wujian saw Yi Cheng's expression and said: "Life and death are just that, there is nothing to be sad about, trees are born in spring and die in autumn, and the next year is a reincarnation, although I can't see it, but you are still there, you are the seed left for the teacher, you see it, I am equal to seeing it!" Okay, don't talk about that, I have something for you, come, sit down. ”

Yi Cheng didn't want the master to say this again, so he sat at the table with the master as he said.

I saw Song Wujian take out a simple ring from his arms, hand it to Yi Cheng, and said in his mouth: "Xiao Yi, this is something left to you after the teacher's death, the Hua Yuan I saved back then was already a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, and he was also a powerful figure among the cultivators in the entire vast mountain range, I will hand over this thing to you, don't show it in front of people, your current cultivation is not enough to have this thing, you must know the truth that the Dao Pifu is not guilty of his crimes, and it is not uncommon to kill people and seize treasures in the cultivation world." There are some things that cultivators use, but I have been useless, and now I can pass them on to you to the fullest. ”

Yi Cheng hurriedly stood up, took it with both hands, Song Wujian asked him to sit down again, said the method to use, and asked Yi Cheng to try it.

Yi Cheng followed what the master said, and used spiritual power to infiltrate the ring, and immediately revealed a space several zhang high and dozens of zhang in his mind, which was like the state of feeling the meridians when Yi Cheng was running his true qi.

There is a lot of space in the ring, but there are not many things, a jade slip, a small tower, a broken inner armor, a broken sword, and some ore.

There are also many shiny stones of different colors and dozens of quaint books.

Yi Cheng controlled his spiritual power and rolled up a shiny red stone and then withdrew his spiritual power, and the stone appeared on the table.

Yi Cheng only realized at this time how Lu Dao had conjured so many books out of thin air when he was a master.

Song Wujian saw that Yi Cheng could already use it, so he said to Yi Cheng: "This is a spirit stone, which contains spiritual power, cultivators use it to accelerate cultivation, and it is also the currency of the cultivation world, you will slowly become clear in the future." But remember not to reveal your wealth, and don't let others know it. The little tower Hua Yuan in your ring doesn't know what it is, but he knows that it is extraordinary, the texture is hard, and there is nothing to break, back then he was because of the disaster that caused death, and was plotted by his junior brother, those ores and the materials in the jade box are also the treasures of heaven and earth collected by Hua Yuan, I don't know what it is, you will study it slowly in the future, I can't see the jade Jane, Hua Yuan said that it was some of the cultivation experiences he recorded, and it may be useful for you in the future. Well, so be it! I want to be quiet, you can get out of the way! ”

Yi Cheng saw that Song Wujian looked depressed and wanted to accompany his master, but he couldn't go against Song Wuji's intentions, so he closed the door and left.

This time it was goodbye, and when Yi Cheng came to see Song Wujian again at noon, the master had already sat down, as if he was cultivating, and his face was calm.

Yi Cheng was sad in his heart at this time, and he couldn't help crying.

After the grief, Yi Cheng called Qiu Hong, buried the master, and stayed here for a few days, seeing that the appointment with Xiang Zhao was approaching, he reluctantly rushed to the capital!