"Is there any pain?" asked the Ancestor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shaoqing shook his head, Old Ancestor, "Are you afraid?"

Shaoqing shook his head, and Old Ancestor smiled, "You're already scared." ”

Shaoqing was puzzled, Ancestor, "You are afraid of pain, not afraid of death, don't you know, pain is only built on life, so only when you are alive, you will feel afraid, and if you die, there will be nothing." ”

Shaoqing, "Didn't you say that life is just reincarnation, how can you die?"

Old Ancestor, "Relatively speaking, anything can be established. ”

Shaoqing, "Have you ever been in pain?"

Ancestor, "Yes. ”

Shaoqing, "Why?"

Old Ancestor, "Maybe as young as you." ”

Shaoqing, "Then have you ever loved someone?"

Ancestor, "Big love or small love?"

Shaoqing, "Little Love." ”

Old Ancestor, "Is your father counted?"

Shaoqing lowered his head, "If you think it's okay, forget it." ”

The ancestor laughed out loud, looked at the busy snow and said: "He is my favorite apprentice, I don't deny that I am biased." ”

Shaoqing, "You already knew his identity, what were you thinking when you made such a decision back then?"

Old Ancestor, "I want him to live well." ”

Shaoqing, "Why?"

Old Ancestor, "I'm afraid that after the new reincarnation begins, he won't remember me. ”

Shaoqing, "Your selfishness?"

Ancestor, "Sort of, you have to care about someone all your life to know your existence." ”

Shaoqing, "What about now, he's gone, are you sad?"

Old Ancestor, "At that time, he didn't enter reincarnation, he was still my apprentice, your father, when you miss him, go and see, it's not a big deal." ”

"But what if he can never be reincarnated?" A chill flashed in Shaoqing's eyes, he didn't know the fate of those Yama Lao'er.

Old Ancestor looked at him, "That's his responsibility that can't be relieved, just like he sent you here four years ago, he can't put his burden on your shoulders, let alone die lightly." ”

Shaoqing's heart seemed to have been hit by something, and it hurt a little, "Where did my father come from?"

Old Ancestor closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, "A little grass in the boundless, how can I know where he came from?" opened his eyes and smiled, "Just like you, you have swam from the other side of the ocean after many hardships and dangers, perhaps, you are really the child who didn't see him back then." ”

A sore feeling surged in Shaoqing's heart, and the ancestor stroked his head, "The world is like a play, generations of characters have retired, and generations of characters have taken the stage, you come and go, still have seven emotions and six desires, still joys and sorrows, still explore and mysterious, want to know and finally know." ”

Lowering his head, Shaoqing let tears flow across his face, and he couldn't cry for a while.

"There are thousands of attitudes, some are good, some are evil, and some are in between, for example, people who want to kill but don't kill you, and people who don't want to kill but want to kill you but can't kill you. The ancestor stroked the child's trembling shoulders and spoke slightly.

Shaoqing raised his head, "What about me, am I good or evil?"

Old Ancestor, "Maybe it's good, I haven't seen you hurt anyone." ”

Shaoqing smiled bitterly, "That's because you haven't seen me kill people, right?"

The ancestor was silent, and Shaoqing then said: "I am evil, how can I exist in this world?"

Old Ancestor smiled, "Don't take yourself so important, in everyone's heart, you are the protagonist, you exist here, you have little impact on others, you don't exist here, you don't have much impact on others, whether good or evil, you are just a speck of dust in the world, but also remember that even dust has different faces, it is the only one." ”

Shaoqing, "But I need to find a reason to tell my existence, grandpa, you tell me, what is the only thing I have?"

Old Ancestor looked at him, "You ......" paused for a moment, seemed to think about something, and then said: "The vitality is very tenacious. ”

Hongying choked on a peach into the trachea, coughing with tears in her eyes, Yanwa looked at the red liquid gushing out of the bloody mouth of her fingers, stunned for a while, and then put it in her mouth and sucked it gently, with a fishy sweet taste.

Shaoqing stared at the old man blankly, and the ancestor looked at him slightly, and said with a smile: "Child, this is also a rare capital." ”

Shaoqing still didn't speak, the ancestor straightened up and looked at the other side of the world, "Go down the mountain, he is waiting for you, don't rush to find Xiao Ze after you are done, sometimes some things need time to resolve, when you can't resolve it, you need to use time to enrich yourself, but you also have to remember grandpa's words, you must get Xiao Ze back at any time, he is your younger brother, and the final verdict on him depends on us, not those who treat him as a pawn." ”

Shaoqing, "......"

The heavy snow in the Daomen City under the mountain is even more raging, as if to commemorate the death of that man, rendering this piece of heaven and earth more sad.

The scale of the funeral of the old Venerable Yuan Wei Xuangong of the Daomen is grand, it can be described as unprecedented, even if it is a period of war, many soldiers and young people are not in the city, but the women and children who stay behind almost all run over, it is not an exaggeration to say, the scene of crying shocking.

However, there was no body in the coffin, only some things from the time of his life, and the cause of his death will never be told tomorrow, and the official statement is that he is just dying.

Standing in the hall, Shaoqing naturally assumed the identity of a filial son, but at this moment, there was no trace of sadness in his heart, looking at the person who was suffering for his father, he had an urge to laugh, and even he didn't know what he was funny about.

No one saw tears on the kid's face, not even a trace of sadness, but no one said anything, because his reputation had already spread far and wide in the two actions of his recovering the Netherworld Ancient Temple, but when the child was too stimulated and his spirit was depressed, some old people inevitably came up to comfort him.

It's the Shanghe Tu and Zuo Fuxing crying in the dark, and they don't have the quality of diving cultivation at all, compared to it, Shaoqing's son is really not doing his job.

For Yanwa, who was still dressed in red and didn't want to change it, the staff could only silently pull the kid away from Shaoqing and send him to the back to rest.

Regarding Helian's passing, Huang Lao'er, Yuezu and a few of their old friends don't want to come to see the excitement, maybe they are out of sight and out of mind, for them, it is not that they will never see each other in the future, just because of the separation of the two worlds, but it is inevitable that people will feel uncomfortable.

Scattering the burned ashes in the peach forest, Shaoqing knew that there had been traces of a woman here more than a hundred years ago, and that woman was the person his father loved most in his life.

He sat in the peach forest with the urn in his arms all night, not noticing who was accompanying him in the distance, and the dark lamp in the forest emitted a dim halo at night, so that he could only see the figure of the man in a trance.

After dawn, Yanwa carried the fainted boy back to the small courtyard in the northeast, and the red flower withered overnight, and Yin Yao stood in a daze.

Maybe there's no one to wait for or nostalgic for here, so what are they doing here......