We escaped from the chaotic crowd and kept running south, as if there were thousands of horses chasing after us. We found a tavern just before it got dark, and we were instantly relieved by the bright room, and then I asked Master, "We haven't done anything wrong, why do we keep running?"

Master said that the most intractable thing on the rivers and lakes is group fights, especially those that don't know the situation.

I wondered: Why?

Master glanced at me helplessly and said, "Do you think these people can still distinguish between friend and foe?"

I suddenly thought of the sect battle of the Flying Eagle Gang, and Bai Feng dragged me to a corner to avoid a fight. Speaking of Bai Feng, I can't help but feel sad, how can I save Xiao Fengfeng who is trapped in the tiger prison, I think he must have been tortured by those bastards. Thinking about it, I couldn't eat or sleep, and coupled with the tiring journey, I finally lost a lot of weight on my round little face.

In the tavern, the top sage had already slept on his couch, and I knew that he had no intention of sleeping, probably because he knew that Master wanted to have a private conversation with me, so he deliberately pretended to be asleep.

Master said, "Shan'er, how about going out of the valley this time?"

I said: Originally, I thought that the rivers and lakes were just as big as a desperate valley, and there was no fighting, no grudges. Later, I found out that I was simply a frog at the bottom of the well, and the mountains and seas, grass and trees in the world were all rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes were not only big, but also very, very large, boundless, endless. There is a gentle side and a murderous side in this Jianghu. There are those who are deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves, and there are those who are cold-eyed and stay out of the matter. And I'm just a little ant in the rivers and lakes.

Master said, "I didn't expect you to have such a profound understanding, and you didn't waste all your hard work as a teacher.

I stared at Master blankly, not knowing what kind of hard work his old man had. All I know is that my heart is extremely painful. If it weren't for the fact that I had been wandering in this river and lake for a year and a half, where did I get so many insights, to be precise, how much I felt would correspond to how much suffering I suffered, which is naturally proportional. It can be seen that I should have swallowed seven or eight catties of yellow lotus now, and I am miserable.

Master suddenly took my hand, felt it for a moment, and said, "It seems that the effect of the Yirong Pill has gradually dissipated in your body, and your body is afraid that it will get worse and worse.

I asked Master, "Am I dying?"

Master's face stiffened and he was silent.

I asked again: How fast, half a year, a year? Will you be able to live until next year?

Master didn't even bother to look at me, and without saying a word, he withdrew his hand.

From Master's lack of love for me, it can be seen that I will not be able to die for a while. In fact, it doesn't matter if you're dead, you don't have to face yourself when you die. But I still have a nostalgia for the world, and I want to continue to borrow this broken body to taste food, read books, and appreciate beauty.

After thinking about it, I was very fortunate and hard, and it was not easy. So he changed his posture and leaned on Master's arm.

I choked up and said, "My life is miserable."

Master said, "Well...... It's really bitter.

I said, "Master doesn't love my father and mother."

Master said, "Well...... Huh?

I said, "Anyway, Master didn't hurt me." You punish me only by punishing me.

The master said, "To punish you is to hurt you, and you are too young to understand the good intentions of the teacher."

I snorted with my nose: I would only say that I was too young to talk about things every time, and one day when I was seventy or eighty years old, Master would definitely say that I was too young and ignorant.

I thought that Master would have to make some sarcasm about me before I would give up, but I never thought that Master would take me into his arms and gently pat me on the back, like a father's loving kindness. When I was growing up, I spent much more time with Master than my parents, but Master rarely gave me such hugs. I've always felt that all this is because I'm a man, and I can't be so pretentious as a man. But my current body has long been neither male nor female, and my personality has become more and more twisted.

I wept in Master's arms, so loudly that the whole night was filled with my wolf howls.

Master said, "I am very happy for my teacher, my mountain has finally learned to cry."

Hearing this, I cried even more fiercely.

Master said, "For so many years, I have been thinking about whether I saved you or harmed you. It was because the obsession of the teacher back then was too deep that caused you to become this strange appearance, Shan'er, you hate to be a teacher?

I shook my head, I have never hated Master, in fact, I can't hate anyone, I must have done too much evil in my previous life to cause my fate in this life.

I don't know how long I cried, but from the tear stains on my face, I could see that I did cry wolf. At that time, there was only one round of moonlight in heaven and earth, which sprinkled on us faintly. I fell asleep like a salted fish on Master's back.

I had a long, long dream, dreaming that on the day my dad invited Mr. Lu, I was mischievous with a left bite of "braised eggs" and another "braised eggs". Mr. Lu praised me in front of my father for my literary talent, and praised me for my quick thinking and intelligence. Since then, I have happily called him "Mr. Lu". The picture flashed in the year when I entered the Valley of Despair with Master, and at that time I still needed to be accompanied by White Dragon Soup. The people in the Valley of Despair were always talking about me behind my back, first talking about my face, and then speculating about my background. Suddenly, the light was so dazzling that my entire dream was enveloped in the dazzling sunlight that I felt dizzy. My body staggered backwards, and a pair of hands restrained me.

I took those hands and asked, "Who are you?"

She said, "I am your dream, your consciousness."

I didn't dare to let go of those hands, as if I could gain some kind of mysterious power by grasping them.

I asked: What kind of dream is this, and why can't I see anything?

She said, "What do you want to see?"

I said, "I want to see my parents."

With that, the space suddenly darkened, and I gradually saw my mansion, which was hiding in the fire. I hesitated at the door for a long time, and my dream asked me: Won't you go in and have a look?

I saw that the two big characters of Jiangfu on the door plaque were still glowing with golden light, and I thought that I could still see the young faces of my father and Erniang when I went in at this time. I suddenly stepped through the door happily and trotted all the way to my father's house. As I ran, the seasons changed suddenly, and the trees and flowers beside the stone steps bloomed and withered, bare and covered with frost and snow.

When I ran to my father's house, my father was already old, and Erniang was no longer beautiful.

I shouted loudly: Dad, Erniang, I'm back, the mountains are back.

Hearing the sound, my father and Erniang looked at me with joy on their faces, and their eyes seemed to be separated from me for thousands of years. Suddenly, the whole dream was covered in a fire, and the raging fire spread uncontrollably and roared.

I cried and shouted: Dad, Erniang.

No one responded. Everything was buried in that fire.