Faced with Nie Yan's question, the mad old man was silent for a moment.

It's early spring again, and I don't know when it's drizzling on this night.

Next to the candle flame, on the wooden table, he gently pushed Nie Yan away, and began to sort out these herbal pills by himself, Nie Yan was not in a hurry, just waited on the side.

"Open the big array, the mountain gate must be held once every ten years. From the time you entered the mountain gate to the present, it is also exactly ten years. This large array is generally used to calculate the next ten years of the mountain gate, and it will also roughly push the fate of everyone under the gate. In five years' time, you will go to the Dharma for the first time, and then you will be on your way down." The crazy old man wrapped a handful of herbs unhurriedly into an oiled paper bag, and finally said this.

Nie Yan's expression was calm at first, then a touch of disbelief, he looked at the crazy old man and said, "Could it be that Master, you want to drive me down the mountain gate?" Leave this small realm?"

"How can I drive you down the mountain, this qiē is your own fate." The crazy old man looked at Nie Yan and said calmly.

"Okay, I got it." Nie Yan nodded lightly to the crazy old man, and began to help the crazy old man clean up the table together.

It's just that I don't know if it's 'cold in spring' tonight, it's very cold when it rains, it's like rain in winter.

Back in the house, Nie Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, don't say that he was settled, even if he had to let go of sleep, he couldn't sleep.

Get up, push the window, the night completely covers the entire fairyland-like trail world, only the silhouette of the mountains remains.

Leaving Master, he never thought about it.

It's like leaving this small realm, where should he go?

After the crazy old man talked about this matter once, he never mentioned it again.

As if it was a tacit understanding, Nie Yan didn't ask again.

The days in the mountains are dull, so dull that they are a little lonely. The master and apprentice depend on each other, but they don't feel difficult.

On this day, after Master Xu and his two disciples came to drink, Nie Yan realized that the cold wine could no longer be eaten, and it needed to be warmed.

Looking up, the waterfall in front of the stone cliff has already become a small micro-stream, and the river above the waterfall has also frozen, and occasionally a piece of ice floe will fall from above, falling into the shallow pool that has not been frozen for many years, splashing a cloud of water.

The distant mountains and near the water are more or less covered with a thin layer of snow.

The only constant is the layers of mist that shrouded the trail realm.

The years can't be counted, how many springs, summers, autumns and winters have you been here? Nie Yan looked at the distance and there was a line of confusion.

Master's footsteps interrupted his musings.

"Yan'er, the bone broth has been boiled, come with me to the backyard." It's not the crazy old man who appears.

Over the years, his alcohol consumption has grown more and more, and he has drunk Uncle Xu for a while, but he has nothing to do, and he has not even delayed helping him boil that deep bone soup.

The so-called 'Shen Gu Soup' is one of the 'Nine Soups' in the Xiaodao world, and it is the top fragrant soup.

Acting on its bones, long-term invasion of the deep bone fragrant soup can make the bones sink like iron, tough and strong, and strengthen its bones, in order to strengthen its muscles and flesh, which is also a fundamental.

Earlier, the fragrant soup used by Nie Yan was definitely not the top-notch storage zài of Shen Bone Soup, and it was not until that day that Master received back so many 'regulations' that Nie Yan began to brew Shen Bone Soup.

When I came to the backyard with the master, the small pool in the courtyard was already steaming, and the peculiar smell of the bone broth permeated the entire backyard.

The rising steam and the thin white snow contrasted with each other, Nie Yan was so happy that he couldn't help but quickly take off his clothes, and jumped into the small pool in the backyard with a flutter, and swam hesitantly.

The small pool is not big, how can it withstand Nie Yan's toss like this? Seeing that a lot of fragrant soup is about to spill out of the pool.

The master who was standing not far away pinched the trick, and the splashes that fluttered turned into a stream of water again, fell back into the pool, and sprinkled Nie Yan with a full face.

"Master, you are the one among the gods." Nie Yan couldn't help but laugh a few times, under the rare winter sun, the young man's smile was innocent, his white teeth, and his flying eyebrows and eyes were very infectious, so that the crazy old man couldn't help but smile slightly.

Since I was a child, I have loved to watch the master pinch the trick and cast the trick, just like a child watching a trick.

I also forgot how many nights I had, after I was punished by the master for disobedience, or after some grievances and setbacks, the master would cast a small spell to coax him.

It's just that now that I'm older, there are fewer such opportunities, but I suddenly see it, and I can still recall the happiness that this means brought to me when I was a child.

"What kind of system has become, they are all young people, and they are still so unstable. Bone broth is precious, how can it be wasted like this? Today, you will be punished to soak for half an hour more, and you will not be allowed to leave this small pool without absorbing the medicinal power of the soup at all." Looking at Nie Yan, the crazy old man put away that smile, pretended to be strict, and sat down next to the small pool.

There was a big bamboo basket there, which contained some washed clothes, but it seemed to have new and old clothes, and some needles and threads, Nie Yan naturally recognized that it was the clothes he wore when he was a child.

Now, he has already put on the Taoist robe of the small Taoist realm, and those clothes are useless.

It's just that when I was a child, I was naughty and ran around the mountains, no matter how wear-resistant these clothes were, they were also made a lot of holes by Nie Yan, and I remember that every time the master would be very concerned, and when he saw that his clothes were damaged, he would definitely be punished.

Slowly, Nie Yan also learned to take care of clothes.

But now, there is no longer the 'special' clothes that were different from those of the people who were different from the people of the door when they were children, and the rest are Taoist robes.

Facing the crazy old man said this. [,！ Engraved Yan sù, Nie Yan does not take it to heart, master and apprentice have been together for more than ten years, he has long figured out the temperament of the crazy old way, if it is really hot, not only is it not such a strict face, but it may be smiling, just like an 'old fox'.

He rubbed a handful of water on his face with a bath cloth, and said with a smile: "Master is intimate, how do you know that the apprentice thinks the weather is cold and wants to soak in this bone soup?"

"Oh? In that case, you should soak here at dinner time. Today, your Uncle Xu caught a hare, I heard that it was the nest of hares that stole the medicine field of Shanmen was finally caught, and the one was shared. The rabbit that grows up in the herbs of the mountain gate medicine field wants that taste. Tsk, not to mention the nourishment in it. In addition, in order to entertain you Uncle Xu, I also caught a lot of fine-scaled whitebait, and after a lot of wine and dinner, there are still a lot left. It's always bad to be wasteful, so I'll eat it alone tonight." The crazy old man was silent, and picked up a piece of Nie Yan's childhood clothes from the bamboo basket, and wore needlework a little clumsily, and said while wearing it.

"Ah, Master don't, the disciple knows his mistakes." Nie Yanwei screamed, and hurriedly flattered, but he had to take the needle and thread from the crazy old man's hand and help him thread the needle.

This master is deaf and clear-eyed on weekdays, why is it that when it comes to threading the needle, he squints his eyes, as if he can't see?

Thinking of this, Nie Yan couldn't help but look up at Master.

Now, after a few years have passed, the master is still a little older, and the gray and messy head before is now close to being completely white.

Although the face is ruddy, there are already a lot of lines between the forehead and eyebrows.

"Master, you." Nie Yan was a little excited in his heart, it was a painful excitement, but he didn't know how to express it.

The crazy old man glanced at Nie Yan and said, "I want to say, why am I older?"

Nie Yan was silent, and handed the needle and thread that had been threaded in his hand to the master, but the master took it and said calmly: "Except for the immortals, who can be spared from death?" Even if it is a fairy, it will inevitably have a bad day. In the end, what a cultivator seeks is nothing more than the Great Dao of Immortality, but this point, let alone our small Dao Realm that is still in the human world, even if the mysterious place seems to be a place that can be touched at any time, the cultivators in the Dao Realm may not be able to touch the Supreme Dao."

After that, the master sighed, looked at Nie Yan and said, "So, don't care. When you are old, you are old, and when you die, you are dead. It's not for the result, it's enough to ask for something in this life."

"Master, don't give me these great truths. I can't listen." Nie Yan was in a depressed mood and soaked into the small pool again.

He has no extra wishes, but he hopes that he can serve the master for a long time in this life, so he also feels satisfied, and there is nothing wrong with living like this.

The crazy old man ignored him, just took the needle and thread, and began to sew a small coat on his hand.

In the end, men are not good at doing this, and the stitches will appear a little untidy or even crooked from time to time.

But the crazy old man gave this matter full patience, and the sewing was not good, and he picked it up and mended it again.

The atmosphere between master and apprentice is peaceful and calm.

Nie Yan was the young man's temperament, and he quickly forgot his previous hesitation, turned his head and watched the master sew and mend his clothes for a while, and in less than a stick of incense, he felt bored, and couldn't help but say to the crazy old man: "Master, why are you sewing these clothes?" I've long since stopped wearing it, so you want to take in a junior brother?"

If you really accept a junior brother, then it will be fine.

The crazy old Taoist was stunned when he heard this, and said: "In this small Dao realm, there are less than five fingers of people who are qualified to be my disciples, and in that world, I don't know how many can there be?" If it weren't for the Heavenly Destiny, if it weren't for the excellent mind, it would be impossible for me to become my disciple."

"Then Master, you are sewing and mending, but why?" Nie Yan couldn't help but ask curiously, Master has been going on for half a year in this matter.

As long as there is that free time, I will definitely sew and mend here.

However, the craftsmanship is too poor, and the perfection of the sewing is important, and until now, this thing has not been completed.

The mad old man was silent and continued to mend his clothes.

"Is it for self-cultivation?" Nie Yan was unwilling to continue to ask.

The crazy old man couldn't entangle Nie Yan, so he finally put down the clothes in his hand, glanced at the rare Dongyang and said, "After this winter passes, you will be fifteen years old?"