Time passes slowly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the middle of the night, Guiguzi dismissed a group of disciples, but he still had no intention of sleeping. Just sit on that futon and meditate calmly.

Xue'er also couldn't sleep after returning to the wooden house she had built, and Guiguzi's voice filled her ears all the time, making her linger and unable to sleep.

Finally, after a long tossing and turning, Cher got up and went back to the cave.

In the cave, the lights are still there. The boy had already gone back to his room to rest, leaving Guiguzi alone to close his eyes and sit quietly.

"Sir," Xue'er quietly walked up the steps with a full heart, and continued to kneel on the original futon, with a hesitant look on her face: "Sir, disciple...... The disciple wanted to go down the mountain. I heard that Mr. had long expected that the disciple would not be able to get rid of the red dust. ”

The sound became more and more inaudible at the end.

"Have you figured it out?! If you go back to this valley, you won't see your teacher again. ”

"Since you have to face it after all, why bother to hide and dodge? This time he went down the mountain, and the disciple met Mr. Kishita's predecessor. At this point, Cher was already pursing her lips thoughtfully, looking at the expression as if she didn't know how to continue.

"Well, and then what?" Guiguzi completely opened his slightly narrowed eyes and asked softly.

"Xue'er just thinks that with Chun Yuzi's reputation in this world, he can be honored as a minister in any country today, with infinite scenery and countless wealth, but he is just a carriage and a pot of wine, walking between countries without a fixed place, sleeping in the open air, cold in winter and hot in summer."

"Strange to know you? If you can take a higher step, why stop and be willing to endure the wind and sun, right? ”

Listening to Guiguzi's words, Xue'er just bowed her head and said nothing.

In the three years of Guigu, Guiguzi did not teach his disciples how much Shili, Sun Bin and Pang Juan, the two learned the art of war, and Guiguzi taught them the art of war. Su Qin and Zhang Yi learned the method of vertical and horizontal tongues, and Guiguzi taught them the knowledge of tongues.

Guiguzi doesn't say much about the way of life, but it teaches everyone to understand the world. Just like the teacher when he was a child, if he hadn't taught him what the meaning of the word meant, he might have grown up with his beloved in the face of his empty heart, but he didn't know how to express it.

Xue'er has encountered a lot of accidents when she goes down the mountain this time, and she understands a lot of world principles, but she doesn't know what is right and what is wrong. In front of Guiguzi, she didn't dare to praise herself with an axe.

"Haha, why did you go down the mountain and change your person? What does this teach my Xue'er? If it's a bad thing, the old man can't say that he has to go down the mountain to talk to him in person. With that disrespectful smile, Guiguzi asked in a roundabout way.

"Sir misunderstood! It's just that Xue'er doesn't know where to go, so I want to ask my husband to correct her. ”

"If you want to correct the old decay, then you should first say, in your heart, where do you want to go?"

Listening to the question, Xue'er thought slightly, her eyebrows were slightly clustered, Xu felt flustered in her heart, and her hands couldn't help but roll up and put down the corners of her clothes.

Finally, after a few breaths, Xue'er wanted to change into a different person, and at this moment she was more like a woman with a sword on her back.

The already firm gaze looked directly at Guiguzi, and said lightly: "Chun Yuzi said, why should there be so many confinements in a lifetime, some people like high-ranking officials and wealth, but the old man prefers freedom, thinking that Mount Tai is on top of the high position, what do you want to do with all that money without freedom." There are gains and losses, just like the world laughs at the old and stupid and ignorant of progress, but what is the use of being motivated for the pursuit of old decay? The longest in this life is only a short hundred years, you can do whatever you want, even if it is heinous in the eyes of the world, even if you can only do it every day, but after all, you have done it, right? As old as the old decay, you build a house for the old decay out of gold, and the old decay only thinks that it is no different from a prison—"

"Haha, he has taken a fancy to you who is not a cultivator." Guiguzi chuckled, but didn't refute anything, just responded: "So you don't think you should hide your heart in this quiet place in this valley, right?" ”

"Exactly."

"And what if you make a dangerous trip, and if you are not careful, you will die without a place to be buried?"

"It's all gone. Cher, still no regrets. ”

The voice was as calm as water, cold and resolute, not at all like what a woman could say.

At this moment, everything in the Ghost Valley seemed to stand still.

The night covered everything, the flowers stopped swaying, and it seemed that without the sun they knew to sleep.

The chirping insect stopped crying, and Xu was caressing and falling asleep.

Guiguzi's heart was like a thunderbolt from the sky. After three years of pure cultivation, nothing can be changed after all, and if the heart is no longer like this, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be just a torture instrument in prison.

Xue'er's eyes widened, her bright eyes revealing a fine light, and she looked at this Guiguzi in a daze, waiting for an answer.

"That's right, that's fine. The old decay has no intention of caring about things outside the mountain, so it is not boring to cultivate here for a hundred years. If you are determined to leave, how can you stand in the way? Hum! Guiguzi stroked his long beard and snorted faintly.

"Mr. Xue'er Xie's teachings for three years." Bend over and give up. After thanking her, Xue'er took off a golden hairpin on the top of her head, and a golden carved bud on it shimmered with a little crystal, "Please sir, use this flower to divinate your disciples." ”

Shaking his head helplessly, Guiguzi said softly: "Old decay had no intention of doing this! Sun Bin and Pang Juan are not mentally strong, and the divination of flowers is just a reassuring pill. ”

Speaking of this, looking at this Xue'er's clear eyes, Guiguzi continued: "Since you want to be like this, the old man will make up for you." This flower is flashy, but it is not easy to achieve, it indicates that what you do is far more than your talent, and if you want to achieve something, you must do it very hard. ”

After that, Guiguzi nodded slightly, and slowly closed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"Well, the old decay will help you again. Whether it succeeds or not, it only depends on the will of God. Returning the golden hairpin to Xue'er, Guiguzi said meaningfully: "You can go down the mountain early tomorrow morning." In addition, the books in this valley are to be borrowed and copied in the future if necessary, but they must not fall into the hands of the enemy. ”

After that, Guiguzi had already closed his eyes, and a leisurely voice slowly came out of his mouth, revealing a trace of helplessness, "Old decay is tired." You should go back and rest sooner. ”

"Cher, thank you for your advice." The figure bowed to the ground in the dim moonlight, reflecting endless piety, "Cher retreated. ”