Yuan Demon Calendar, Autumn of 994.

Xuanmen in the boundary of Kyushu, the peak of Xuanwu Mountain, the fairy clouds are swirling, the sea of fog is churning, the white crane spreads its wings, hovering in the sky, and the sound of the guqin is leisurely, as if it has come to the fairyland all of a sudden.

When I flicked my eyes over, I saw two people kneeling on the ground under the tree, playing chess.

Among them, the old man is the master of Xuanwu Mountain, the existence that all the monks in Kyushu admire, the wise man, and the Xuanyi son.

After living for too long, the eyebrows are snow-white, the forehead is full of furrows, the dark green turtle shell is engraved with clear lines, and the whole person is like a dying tree, cut off from vitality.

And sitting opposite the wise man was his female disciple, Su Jiu.

Dressed in a light and elegant Xuanmen disciple's plain clothes, his long hair is spread like a waterfall, his purple eyes are blinking, and the wind chimes at his feet make an ethereal and pleasant sound with the wind.

Originally, the black and white chess game was scorching, but after Xuan Yizi fell, the situation was shockingly reversed.

The bottom of the kettle was raised, and Bai Zi lost most of it in an instant, forcing him to have no children to fall next, which shows the cleverness of this hand.

The outcome of the chess game is very important to Su Jiu, so she stared at the chess game with bright eyes, meditating on this way to break the game, and delicate beads of sweat unconsciously appeared from her forehead.

"Lost again?"

Su Jiu looked frustrated, and asked himself how many times he had lost to his master.

Thirty years ago, she was deceived by that negative person into cultivating in this ghost place, and she has not won once.

Bei Yan bit his red lip, and the strength was almost like a bite of blood, and he said in his heart: Win once, even if it is only once, you can go down the mountain.

Xuan Yizi glanced at this slightly vain disciple, groaned a little in his heart, walked to the edge of the cliff with the Yuan Whisker bone spur in his hand, looked at the sea of fog in front of him, and slowly asked.

"Apprentice, for the sake of the teacher, you have not been able to keep your soul for the past few days, your appetite is not good, your appetite has decreased greatly, and you can only eat thirty bowls of rice at a meal, do you have something on your mind?"

In a word, Su Jiu nodded slightly, not knowing where to start, recalling a past incident thirty years ago in his mind.

She was originally the eldest daughter of the Su clan of the Tianhu clan, the young master of Lingshan, and her background can be described as prominent, plus she was favored by Su Xi, the holy lord of Lingshan, and she has always been cultivated as a successor.

It can be said that the wind and the rain are rainy, and it is a collection of thousands of halos.

It's a pity that Su Jiu was not interested in conspiracy, and when his mother had not returned from her long journey, she actually eloped with her sword slave and secretly left Lingshan.

She had been planning about this for a long time, pretending that she was in retreat, and she had separated her mother from the guards she had placed beside her.

After seven days, those people realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to chase them, and the government and the opposition were shocked as soon as the news of the young master's departure broke out.

But I didn't expect that Su Jiu saw the wrong person, the sword slave who promised to stay with him turned out to be in the same group as his mother, and the two colluded in private to trick her into this place where birds don't and ghosts to practice.

One day, if she Su Jiu can still leave, the first thing she will do is to kill that negative person.

Thousands of knives to eat its flesh, Fang Ping's hatred in his heart.

Thinking of this, Su Jiu's clenched palm, because of the force, the nails pierced into the flesh, and the pain in the palm suddenly made her sober up a lot, took a breath, and said only when her mood calmed down.

"Xiao Jiu has been having strange dreams for the past few days, and my mind is restless, I don't know if the master can solve the puzzle?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say," Xuan Yizi replied.

"I turned into a butterfly in my dream, soaring between heaven and earth, so happy and happy, I have forgotten who Su Jiu is? When I woke up, I was still me. ”

"But the dream feels too real, which makes me wonder if my current self is a butterfly in a dream, or a butterfly in a dream."

When Su Jiu said this, his eyes were filled with tears, and his spirit seemed a little sluggish, who could live in one place for thirty years.

She Su Jiu doesn't have the attributes of her master, she hasn't moved a place for tens of thousands of years, and this perseverance alone is very out of people's reach.

Xuan Yizi turned around slowly, and there was a bright light in his cloudy old eyes, as if he could penetrate the whole person's mind at a glance.

Su Jiu was a little hairy, and he took a few steps back in his heart, bowing his head and not daring to look at his master.

After a moment of silence, Xuan Yizi sighed.

"Everything in the world is inherently virtual and real, ethereal and uncertain, what is real? What is illusory?

There is no boundary between the two, and the answers that people in the world are pursuing are just their obsessions.

Therefore, disciples, you have to understand that the so-called cultivation of monks is not about deeds, but about the mind.

With firm faith and a heart like a rock, you will be able to see the essence of this world and will no longer feel lost by external objects. ”

Seeing that the master began to talk about his non-trivial profound truths again, Su Jiu really wanted to plug his ears with his hands and hide from them.

It's terrible that the old man blames him, so he can only nod frequently, as if he has an epiphany.

In fact, Su Jiu is now in the clouds, and her brain is a mess, but there is one thing she understands.

Out of here, impossible.

The master and apprentice were silent for a while, Su Jiu wanted to say something more, but he stopped talking, and without sighing, he stood up and walked away in disappointment.

She only walked a few steps before she was suddenly stopped by Xuan Yizi's words.

"Su Jiu, do you want to leave Xuanwu Mountain?"

Su Jiu couldn't believe his ears, wondering if he was really dreaming, and his two fox ears immediately stood up, happy in his heart, but he pretended to be reserved on the surface, and his face was calm.

She walked to Xuan Yizi slightly, kowtowed to her master three times, and said in a soft tone.

"Master, the apprentice knows that your old man is old, and he should have stayed to take care of you and become more filial, but with the apprentice's little cultivation, he is really a little powerless."

"The world is so big, I want to go and see, experience the world, increase some skills, and then come back to give you filial piety."

Xuan Yizi smiled indifferently, took out a white seed from the stone box, placed it between the two black seeds, and asked casually.

"Su Jiu, how long have you been in Xuanwu Mountain?"

Although Su Jiu didn't know why the master asked for no reason? But according to past experience, there must be a hidden mystery in this, maybe there is some pit dug and waiting for her to jump.

So I didn't dare to be careless at all, and when I looked up and saw the purple cherry tree, I had a countermeasure in my heart and replied.

"The apprentice has been practicing hard in Xuanwu Mountain, but he has forgotten the time, and he has only seen the petals on this tree turn from green to white more than 30 times."

The purple cherry blossom tree, which can be traced back to the flood era when all things turned into spirits, is evergreen in all seasons, but this tree will change the color of its petals in the order of green, gold, purple, and white according to the change of seasons.

Such a strange tree, in the entire Kyushu boundary, there is only one remaining.

I often hear my sister say that in order to cultivate the tree embryo into a timber, the master does not hesitate to spend thousands of years of effort.

"In this way, it has been thirty years, and now that these thirty years have passed, what have you learned in Xuanwu Mountain?"

Xuan Yizi stroked his beard and sighed, lamenting that time has passed, the years are like a shuttle, and he sighed that the things in front of him are not human.

Su Jiu fell into contemplation again, thinking about what he had learned in the past thirty years.

"Learning from the Apprentice...... I learned the four arts of Xuanmen, playing the piano, playing chess, writing, and painting. When Su Jiu said this, seeing that the master still didn't respond, his eyes were still staring at her, and he clenched his silver teeth, so he had to continue to talk nonsense: "And sweeping the floor, making tea, beating the back, and also had an epiphany of the principles of life." ”

The more Su Jiu talked about the back, the more strange his tone became, especially the last sentence, which seemed to be deliberately lengthening his voice.

Xuan Yizi is a wise man of Xuanwu Mountain, where can he not see the full of sarcasm in his beloved words, and his tone became a little heavy, and he reproached.

"Su Jiu, are you blaming the teacher for not teaching you?"

"It seems that you have a lot of grievances about being a teacher for so many years, so let's go, Su Jiu."

"In order to know that you are stubborn by nature, I haven't really taught you anything in the past thirty years, you can't be considered a master and apprentice, don't mention to others that you are a disciple of my Xuanmen after you go down the mountain."