In the thatched hut, the old road sits on it, the musk rising from an antique incense burner, and the green smoke ring room, such as the fairy house.

Lao Dao's eyes are not open, and the cloud is in his arms, the shape is like a bell, and the fairy wind is bone, as if he has jumped out of the five elements, not in the Three Realms, and is beyond the object. At this time, he seemed to be a part of the house, indivisible, and naturally independent.

Outside, the cold wind is rolling, and the snow is sweeping the world, washing the dust of the world, and covering the body with water and heat. Under the white clouds and dogs, all living beings are just trying to survive, and in the world, countless people are deceitful and intriguing.

Ordinary red dust, looking at things from the outside, how can you know how bitter and cold it is. Transcendent things, the common people are respectful, but how much is lonely and how many orders.

"Hey"

How many things in life are just a sigh in the end.

The old Taoist who meditated sighed for some reason, vicissitudes of life, sorrow, and self-deprecation.

"Teacher, why are you sighing?"

Bathing in the snow and wind, the young man at the door didn't know how long he had been here, and finally asked such a question.

"Teacher?"

The old way was puzzled, but there was drama and abuse in his eyes, and a trace of relief was hidden.

He didn't come in, and Lao Dao didn't call him in, if it was before, the young man would have already broken into the house and did his own thing. But today, it is very abnormal, I don't know who is grieving whose grief, standing outside the house, facing the wind and snow.

The young man is Qin Feng, he has already driven Qing Ming to call the two brothers, and he walked in the footsteps of the old way, and he came to the thatched hut without making a mistake.

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, Qin Feng feels that something is wrong, this is his feeling, this feeling has saved his life many times in the past few years. He believed in his feelings, and this time was no exception, his heart was blocked by something, there was no danger, only sadness.

Originally, he was going to enter the door, but when he was about to enter, his feet could not take that step. After repeated repetition, he finally stopped at the door, and the wind and snow were unmoved, and he himself couldn't understand what he was doing, this was his feeling, and he was convinced.

Standing outside the door, as a green pine, standing tall and moving, bathing in snow and wind, this is pine.

He looked at Lao Dao in a daze, this strange old man, three years ago, he was rescued by Lao Dao, but he couldn't get out of Tianchi. The old way is not allowed, no one can go out of Tianchi, so I have no choice but to stay in Tianchi.

After all these years of getting along, Qin Feng found the old man very interesting. When I began to know the identity of the old man, I was still a little scared, this famous immortal of the Han Dynasty was not so easy to get along with. Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai also told themselves that they were not afraid on the surface, and even disdained, but they were worried in their hearts, because this old man was really amazing.

They didn't know why the old man of Lu Dao wanted to trap them, and they were subject to the land of Tianchi. The old man didn't tell them, he just left them here and left them alone, and then disappeared for a while.

Qin Feng is very special, he is an outlier, so he is more and more respectful of the gods and ghosts, how can he not be afraid of how he came to the Han Dynasty. The old Qin people are fierce, brave and fearless, but that is only for people, for gods and ghosts, who can not be afraid.

His father, the First Emperor of the Great Emperor, is famous in the world, known as the ancestral dragon, who dares to disobey in the world, who dares to look up to his respect. Covering the four seas, annexing the eight wildernesses, Weijia Hai, covering the three emperors, and overwhelming the five emperors, but still will not despise Tianwei, Mount Tai Feng Zen.

The old Taoist priest was very mysterious, and in Qin Feng's mind, he had already marked him with the mark that no one should enter, and the gods and ghosts would not invade. But time is terrible, it corrupts everything, including fear, rustiness, admiration, fear, worship.

The old man was very special to him, and after leaving the four of them for two months, he left him alone in a strange cave, and he was not seen for three months. The cave was strange, there was almost everything, just no one.

The old man only left him a sentence, asking him to find a roll of bamboo slips in the cave, and memorize them all, if he couldn't memorize them, don't come out.

Qin Feng was talented, this was not a difficult thing for him, but it was a pity that it didn't take long for him to regret it. There are bamboo slips in the cave, and there are many, many more, and then the problem comes. What kind of bamboo slips did the old man tell him to carry, he didn't say his name, so he was still playing with a bird.

Three days ago, he was scolding the old man, he lost his fear of the old man, he just wanted to get out, he was going crazy. After that, he began to sleep, and he didn't know what to do, and it was very simple to memorize bamboo slips, but he didn't know anything, so he could only rest and wait for death.

After that, he was no longer angry, nor did he curse the old man, but sat by and watched the moon in a daze. Don't ask him how he saw the moon in the cave, he just saw it, and he saw many, many mountains, water, people, and beasts. It's funny, but whenever he wants to look at it seriously, he's not in a daze, but he can't see anything, it's just a mountain wall.

His heart calmed down, there was no time in the cave, and he began to take out the bamboo slips to see, he didn't believe that the old man would lock him up. But he had to find something to do in the cave, otherwise, who knew if he would be able to survive the day when the old man let him out.

I don't know how many years, one day, one month, or how long. He looked at the bamboo slips almost as well, and there was only one roll left in his hand, which was the last one in his hand. He smiled, and found that he had a good memory, and he remembered almost all the bamboo slips he had seen, which made him overjoyed, old man, I will scare you to death, Qin Feng was secretly funny in his heart.

It's really gratifying, Qin Feng raised his head and smiled, this is my life, God wants to help me!

Happy and sad, the ancients did not deceive me, and when the happy Qin Feng opened the bamboo slip, the only sentence he could think of.

It was a wordless bamboo slip, nothing was written, it was completely blank, and the mouth of the big smile could not be closed. What is this, what kind of joke, could it be that the old man accidentally took the wrong one, Qin Feng could only think like that, and thought it was true.

It's a pity that the blessing and misfortune are not a single line, the old man's long-awaited voice came in, and a sentence knocked Qin Feng into the abyss, and what he wanted to carry was the wordless bamboo slip.

Qin Feng understood, this was the old man entertaining him and playing with him. This old man must have been in the mountains for a long time, guilty of neurosis and schizophrenia, and hopelessly. It's a pity that I'm still so happy just now, and this slap in the face is too fast.

Qin Feng, who was helpless and desperate, sat paralyzed in the cave, with no way forward, and his life was in the old death hole.

Darkness, endless darkness. I don't know when, there is no light in the cave, Qin Feng is going crazy, what is the use of this unbearable existence, it is better to end. But every time he thinks like this, another voice in his heart says: I'm not afraid of death, I'm still afraid of living!

I don't know how long, I can't keep time, Qin Feng is no longer vain, no longer has the mentality of a teenager, it is difficult to control himself, he is like a pool of stagnant water, without waves. Silent cave, the silence at the beginning was just the appearance, at this time Qin Feng really down-to-earth, good as water, this is his perception.

Finally, he shook his head, wrote the words "good as water" on the wordless bamboo slip, dropped the pen and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

After that, the old man released him and set him free. I thought that the old man would let them out of the mountain, but unfortunately it was a spring dream, and there was no trace of it, and it came to naught. The old man didn't care about him anymore, and used the same method to say that Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai were locked in the hole on the edge of the thatched hut, but the treatment was much better than him, and the cave could see the sky.

Since then, he has begun to fight with the old man, and he is no longer afraid of the old man's reputation as a so-called immortal, although he has always lost, but there is no way, his skills are not as good as others. began to do everything, still failed, his martial arts are also improving, swordsmanship has improved a lot, and the swordsmanship in the wind and snow just now can be regarded as a grandmaster.

Three years have passed, and what happened is like a horse in front of me. He felt that the old man was cultivating himself, but he couldn't figure out what kind of person the old man wanted to cultivate himself into all these years. Martial arts and knowledge are improving, but it seems that they can't always meet the old man's requirements.

Looking at the old man at the door, it seems to be detached, who knows if the old man is lonely, maybe only the old man himself knows the way.

Standing in the wind and snow, the heart is in the fugue.

Hearing the old man's long sigh, he came back to his senses, but he was so heartbroken and sad because of what kind of sigh. So, unconsciously, he called "teacher", a title he had never taught, but he had always been a real person.

The old man's playful smile made Qin Feng even more heartbroken, because in the eyes of the old man, he didn't see happiness, what was on the surface was not necessarily true, and what his eyes saw was not necessarily true, he had to use his heart, see with his heart, and experience it.

It turns out that I have never called it, how heavy is this sentence Qin Feng didn't know how much, at least at the beginning, he didn't think so. But at this moment, he was ashamed of the answer he saw in the old man's eyes. In his own eyes, an insignificant title would be taken so seriously and seriously by the old man.

The old man was old, although he couldn't see any changes, but Qin Feng felt the breath of old age in the air. Why would I feel it at this time, Qin Feng didn't know what to do, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and the tip of his pen was very sour.

After the old man smiled and said "teacher", he seemed to remember something, and a little smile and a little memory appeared on his face that had not changed for thousands of years. Qin Feng didn't dare to look at the old man anymore, he kept asking himself in his heart, how have he been doing all these years, is he so at ease? After learning so much, there are even ancient books and cheats that some people can't see in their lives, how can they be so at ease.

"Come in, it's windy outside! There are also two boys hiding next to him, thinking that Lao Tzu is old, and he is dazzled? ”

After a long time, the old man seemed to finish reminiscing and smiled at Qin Feng.

"Bang"

Qin Feng knelt down, knelt in the ice and snow, knelt in the cold wind, and lowered his head that he hadn't lowered for three years.

"Bang"

"Bang"

Then there were two more crisp sounds, and the old man laughed, and laughed purely.

"Lao Dao is not dead yet, kneel a ghost!"

"Teacher!"

Xi Zhicai's throat was hoarse, he must have seen the sadness and loneliness of the old man. Ben are all smart people, how can they not see that the old man has been cultivating them in the past few years, this is a better environment than the academy, there are many books, and you can argue with the old man, and you can't say anything.

He knows the way, the three years are coming, and the day of leaving is coming, the old man will not go out of the mountain again, he knows the way. What can the old man do if he is left alone in this fairyland, it can be seen that the old man is disgusted with loneliness, they have a deep understanding of the old man in recent years, and they know the Tao.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Guo Jia didn't say anything, just three rings, the snow on the ground splashed, the ground was frozen hard, and bruises soon appeared on his forehead.

Qin Feng and Xi Zhicai looked at Guo Jia, like Guo Jia, they solemnly buckled their heads, Qin Feng worked hard, as if he wanted to pay back his debts over the years. The old man smiled, if he stopped it, it would be very simple, but he didn't, at this time the three children were sincere, this was their heart, and they had to accept it.

After the old man kowtowed to the three of them, Huo Ran got up and swept away the appearance of Antai at the beginning.

In an instant, the old man became very domineering, extremely arrogant, and swept away

"Zifeng, go and bring your immortal wine, stew the turtle, let's drink it today!"

"Yes"

"Okay, stewed turtle!"