In the meditation room, Master Wuchen was princturing silver needles on my legs, and the blood blisters on my feet were also punctured by him one by one, and a lot of blood flowed out.

I cried halfway up the mountain for most of the day, but in the evening, I still stumbled up the mountain with bated breath. It's just that my legs are stiff and my soles are covered with blood blisters.

When I saw Master Wuchen, I felt the world spin for a while, and I fell in front of him as soon as my legs went limp. He took me back to the meditation room and pricked me with needles to remove stasis.

He didn't say much about his grandmother, as if he had expected this outcome.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, life will end in death, and the soul will eventually perish, but it is the process of life and death, these six realms will be experienced, you don't have to be too sad!"

I felt sad and didn't have Master Wuchen, I looked at the ceiling in a daze, and couldn't help but tear up again. My little brother is gone, my grandmother is gone, and I am left alone in the world.

If I had known that I would face such loneliness in my life, I could have become a papier-mâché, or immortal and immortal and become a ghost cultivator.

After tying the needle, Master Wuchen packed up his things, and then looked at me with a sigh, "You can rest here for a night and go back, the academy is angry, and it is not a place for you to stay." ”

I struggled to sit up and nodded, "I see, thank you Master Wuchen!" ”

"Someone from the academy will bring you something to eat later, so you can rest."

"No need, I can't eat it, I just want to be alone!"

After Master Wuchen left, I sat by the window and looked at the hazy sky. I miss my grandmother, I miss my little brother, and I think of all the people who have left me.

After a hundred turns and turns, I didn't expect to be left alone.

I watched my grandmother disappear and there was nothing left. And I also realized that there is nothing immortal and immortal in this world, and everything is a floating cloud at the limit.

Dead may be a real lifetime for grandma.

Thinking about it, it may also be a good thing, just like Master Wuchen said, but whoever is born in the Six Realms will go through the process of life and death, which is an eternal law.

I sat by the window until dusk, when the rain finally stopped. Strangely, the dazzling star appeared in the sky again, as bright as eyes.

Could it be that this indicates that grandma has become a star in the sky? Can she see me?

"Grandma, is Grandma you? Are you reluctant to have seven children? ”

I muttered, unconsciously tears in my eyes again, my mind was full of pictures of my grandmother relying on each other, and it was so warm to think about.

After dusk, the evil spirit of this mountain is so heavy.

There was a terrible aura around me, and I couldn't breathe. I haven't met the students in the academy yet, and they all seem to be mysterious.

Not long after, a Taoist girl wearing a cyan Taoist robe passed by the window with a bowl of noodles, and was slightly stunned when she saw me, "You are Luo Xiaoqi?" ”

"Yes, it's me!" I stood up vigilantly.

"Master Dustless asked me to bring you something to eat, and then!" She passed her face directly through the window, and glanced at me suspiciously, "Our academy has never left vulgar visitors, and you are an exception." ”

"What do you call Sister Dao?"

I see that although this Dao Gu is dressed in cloth clothes, she is slender and tall, and her facial features are also very exquisite, her eyebrows are like willows, her eyes are like cold stars, and she has the unique dust and coldness of a cultivator.

She glanced at me with some disdain, and said lightly: "Since you are a layman, you don't need to know my Taoist number, and you can send the bowl to the kitchen after eating." ”

After saying this, I said "thank you" to her back, and I didn't have an appetite to eat after staring at the noodles, so I put it aside.

Probably because I had climbed nearly 2,000 stone stairs, my body hurt as if I had been run over by a wheel. Curled up in the corner of the bed with his knees huddled, feeling exhausted.

I was about to lie down and rest, when I heard a distant flute, vaguely coming from nowhere.

I was so familiar with this melody, as if I had heard it somewhere, and it made me feel inexplicably intimate. No, not kindly, I felt my blood boiling, as if the melody was flowing in my blood.

I was excited, and I hurriedly endured the pain in the soles of my feet and secretly walked out of the meditation room, followed the sound to find it, and unconsciously came to the mountain behind the academy.

There is a rock that looks like a stone monument with four big characters written on it: Metaphysical Academy.

The handwriting is the same as the handwriting of the little brother.

I stared at this word for a long time, isn't this what my little brother wrote? How could the little brother be inscribed here? Could it be that the dean of the academy is really familiar with him?

I thought about meeting the dean when I left tomorrow, and asked him how his little brother's calligraphy and paintings were in his hands.

The sound of the flute seemed to be standing nearby, and I listened carefully for a long time before walking to the higher peak on the left.

This academy was built against the mountain, but it did not reach the top, and there was still a house on the top of the mountain, and I don't know who lived there. There was a dim lamp on the edge of the rock, and it looked like the soul-attracting lamp on the Huangquan Road, flickering and dimming.

On the top of the mountain, there are layers of blood mist, and the sound of the flute is transmitted from above, which is much clearer. I always felt that the sound of the flute was calling me and leading me past without even realizing it.

But the evil aura here is so heavy, I can't go through it at all, as if there is an invisible barrier in my way.

I stared at the top of the mountain for a long time with my eyes narrowed slightly, and then I saw a slender figure in the thick fog, wearing a wide black robe and white hair with a shawl.

Male or female?

"Alas!"

I was about to ask who this master was, when suddenly another sigh sounded in my ears, just like the voice last night, as if it were right next to me.

I turned my head, but I didn't see anything.

Then a dark wind came quietly under my feet, as if a hand was holding my leg and causing me to scream. I turned around and ran away, but my legs seemed to have taken root and I couldn't move.

"What are you doing here? Who allowed you to come to the back mountain, how did you disturb the lord? A loud shout came from the path on the right, it was that Dao Gu who came over, and the fierce god seemed to yell at me.

"I, I just heard someone playing the flute, so I ......"

"Ridiculous, the Lord likes silence the most in his life, how can there be a flute sound here?"

"But I ...... it"

I didn't go on, this Lingqing probably wouldn't lie to me as a stranger, most likely she really didn't hear the flute.

Or maybe I'm hallucinating.

This Dao Gu glared at me fiercely, raised her head and bowed deeply to the top of the mountain, "The vulgar didn't mean to break into here, and I hope that the Venerable Lord won't be angry, Lingqing will take this vulgar guest away!" ”

It turns out that her name is Lingqing, but it is a fresh and refined name, but people are too fierce. She pushed me, and the feeling of being dragged by my feet was gone.

I followed closely behind Lingqing, walked a few steps and couldn't help but turn my head to look at the top of the mountain, and saw that slender and tall figure was standing on the top of the mountain overlooking this side, and the night wind lifted his clothes, so weird.

Fang Cai Lingqing looked respectful to him, presumably this must be a master.

"Let's go, what are you looking at?" Lingqing scolded me again.

I asked her, "Daoist Lingqing, the Venerable Lord you are talking about is the dean of this academy?" Does he live on the top of that mountain? Isn't he amazing? ”

"If you are not a monk of the academy, you can't inquire about the academy, Luo Xiaoqi, if it weren't for the friendship between your grandmother and Master Wuchen, I would have kicked you out long ago."

"I ...... I'm just asking. ”

"You are a layman, and you are not qualified to ask about the affairs of the academy."

Seeing that Lingqing didn't want to see me like this, I didn't say anything.

When I returned to the meditation room, the gauze on my feet was soaked with blood, and my feet hurt like pins and needles. I got some water, carefully ripped off the gauze, saw that the flesh and blood under my feet were blurred, and did not bandage it again, and the kimono fell on the bed to rest.

I remember that Master Wuchen mentioned that helping grandma block the robbery is the meaning of the lord, so I am curious about who that lord is, and how he would send someone to prevent the catastrophe for grandma.

Originally, I planned to leave as soon as dawn, but for now, I decided to stay for two more days, at least to find out who the dean is, who the lord is, and whether they have anything to do with the little brother.

Before I knew it, a wave of tiredness hit me, and I leaned sideways to get ready for sleep.

I had just fallen asleep when I suddenly heard the sound of a flute again. This time it was clearer than the last time, as if it was ringing in my ears.

I quickly sat up, but I saw that the entire meditation room was filled with blood mist, and this blood mist was emanating from me.