The cold north wind was blowing, and the old man knelt down on his father's grave, kneeling not only to the dead old father, but also to his mother, whom he had not met for 70 years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman in red squatted down with tears in her eyes, helped the old man up, and then said like a child, don't cry, don't cry.

The old man cried and knelt on the ground and said, Mother, Chunsheng misses you.

The tears did not stop, the cry was sad, and the smell was sad.

The woman in red said, "Go to the Taoist path with your mother, your father didn't take this path, because he didn't like this path, but you can take it."

The old man nodded and said, Chunsheng has to go to the Dao, and after cultivating the Dao, he can fulfill his father's unfinished dream.

After 70 years of life, he studied the books of sages and sages, and when he was old, the old man was led by the woman in red into the White Lotus Holy Mountain on the edge of Lin'an City and entered the Daomen.

Only then did he know that his mother was actually the last saint of the Daomen.

On that day, his mother handed him an ancient book and told him to practice it well.

That ancient book is called the Secret Book of the Truth.

The secret book of the true way of the Daomen is the most mysterious and mysterious exercise in Beihai, the old man took this book with trembling hands and took over this secret book that is the supreme book in the hands of many people, sitting on the peak of the White Lotus Holy Mountain, watching the ebb and flow of the sea of clouds and the ebb and flow, and watching the changes in the red dust of the world.

After more than 70 years of studying, he has countless predecessors in his mind, and now he has finally abandoned those mortal sage books, but opened the legendary supreme immortal scriptures.

The secret book of the true path is very precious, he sat cross-legged on the top of the White Lotus Holy Mountain, flipped through this immortal book, and read it for seven seven and forty-nine days.

Even if the people in the world are cultivators, they also have mortal hearts, and when they read the secret scriptures of the true path, the vast majority of people will be ecstatic and can't help themselves, and they can't wait to read this thin immortal book within an hour, and then directly have an epiphany on the second day, and set foot in the realm of enlightenment, even if they are more patient, they can read carefully word by word for the previous day, which is already the limit.

But he read it very carefully, read it very attentively, and if he couldn't read the content of one page and memorize it by heart, he would never be in a hurry to read the next page, and it would take him forty-nine days to finish it.

On the forty-ninth day, the starry sky of the summer night was shining, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief and put down the supreme immortal book in his hand.

That night, he looked at the sea of clouds floating in the night, looked at the moon surrounded by stars, and looked at the lights of Lin'an City, he watched quietly like that.

He saw the private school thatched cottage where he was a child, and the old gentleman who always praised him.

He saw the day when the snow fell in the year of his dancing elephant, he waved goodbye to his father, led the bad horse to the world, made a name for himself, and begged to return to his hometown.

He saw that he suffered a setback in Dazhou City in the year of his weak crown, went to a small town and drank drunk, and died of drunken dreams for two years.

He saw that he climbed to the position of Fu Yin in Lin'an City in the year he was established, and he was conscientious and diligent, working hard to make the people live and work in peace and contentment.

He saw that he finally returned to his hometown in a year when he was not confused, but things were not people, and he kept a vigil for his father on the big green hill on the edge of his hometown for a whole year.

He saw that when he was in his fateful year, he was giving advice in the cottage of the thieves, and his seemingly clean hands were stained with blood.

He saw that in his sixtieth year, his medical skills reached the peak, leaving the cottage to walk in the world, rejuvenating his wonderful hands, saving people and curing diseases, and becoming a medical immortal.

He saw that he was in his old age, and finally understood what he wanted in his life, and all the past was dusty.

He saw his seventy years of spring and autumn, saw the countless wrinkles left by the passage of time on his old face, and saw precious memories.

Then, he looked at the starry sky, the heaven and the earth, and the world, and said loudly: "Zhang Chunsheng, are you willing?!"

This cry is old, but old and strong.

He shouted again: "Of course I am not reconciled!"

Suddenly, the storm and clouds were raging, and the sea of clouds rose and fell.

The stars are misplaced, and the summer night rainstorm pours down, and it comes to an abrupt end after dozens of breaths.

The vision of the sky shocked the world.

All the cultivators in Lin'an City and the White Lotus Sacred Mountain opened their eyes in shock at this moment, and they felt something in their hearts, and looked up at the top of the Holy Mountain!

What's going on there?!

There, the gray-haired old man looked at the world and the world, the red dust and himself, and finally realized the Tao overnight.

This matter was blown by the wind in every inch of the North Sea, and countless people talked about it, setting off huge waves.

The name Zhang Chunsheng is recorded as the fastest genius in the history of Beihai to set foot in the realm of enlightenment, strictly speaking, his epiphany is very short, after all, memories are always a momentary thing, but other practitioners, as little as a few months, more than three or four years, can understand the truth of heaven and earth, and set foot in the realm of enlightenment.

Although it was spread out that it was a night of enlightenment, it was enough to cause an uproar in Beihai, because this kind of thing had never happened in history, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the most amazing and even the most brilliant genius in Beihai.

But how do these people know, where did he realize the Tao overnight, he has been enlightened for 70 years!

It took seventy years to get a peek at the mystery, where is he a genius, he is clearly a hopeless idiot!

In the early morning of the second day, his beard and hair were still white, but his old face showed rejuvenation, and he became a young man in his early twenties.

Enlightened overnight, became a true cultivator, and rejuvenated him, the old age on his body was only left in the gray hair, and the vicissitudes of time were only hidden in the depths of his eyes.

After stepping into the realm of enlightenment, the white-haired young man lifted the sword, and he said to his mother, I want to use the sword and the Tao to save the people of the world, and I hope that at that time, my mother and the Daomen will not stop me.

The woman in red looked at him gently, rubbing his long white hair, and did not agree or refuse.

Then, she took him with silver hair to a pavilion, pointed to a girl and said, quick, call senior sister, this is your senior sister Chen Qiusi, Qiusi, this is your junior brother Zhang Chunsheng.

The white-haired young man looked at the girl named Chen Qiusi, he didn't know that she was the Daomen saintess of this generation, but he still called out to his senior sister very seriously.

The girl named Chen Qiusi felt very happy, she was wearing a bright red dress, this dressing preference was the same as his mother, she touched the young man's head on tiptoe, and asked seriously, why are you gray, are you worried?

He said that there is no such thing as a life without worries.

So she said, with my senior sister protecting you, you will never worry about it again for the rest of your life.

He laughed it off.

In the Daomen, he began to practice swords, practicing swords on a cliff on the White Lotus Holy Mountain that was not disturbed by others, and practiced very seriously, except for the swordsmanship of the saint who had always been learned by the saint, he practiced all other swordsmanship.

In the days when he practiced swords, the girl in red had been sitting beside him, sitting on the mahogany floor of the small pavilion by the cliff, holding her cheeks to watch him practice swords, because she thought that he was very good-looking when he practiced swords, and she couldn't get tired of looking at it, so she watched it in a daze.

She said, Zhang Chunsheng, why do you want to practice the sword so hard, the ultimate goal of cultivation is immortality, practicing the sword is just a means to protect yourself, if you want to become an immortal, you should work hard to cultivate the Tao all the time.

He said, Chen Qiusi, you don't understand, my cultivation is not for immortality, not for myself, for this world, I want to save the people of the world, I think I have the ability to save the people of the world, so I want to try to take on this responsibility.

She said, why should we save the people of the world? Aren't those ordinary people satisfied that they can have enough to eat, clothes to keep out the cold, and a house to shelter from the rain?

He said, you see the scenery of Lin'an City, but you can't see the real appearance of the world in Beihai, you haven't gone out to see it, so you don't know how many mortals die in the desire of cultivators, and besides, food and clothing are only the minimum requirements, to be able to live happily, no one wants to be tired.

She said, I don't understand how you take on this responsibility, what does this have to do with your sword practice?

He said that the reason why mortals are afraid of cultivators is because they don't have power, and I can't give them strength, and I can't weaken the power of cultivators, so I can only try to strengthen myself, and then go and protect them, and kill the damned.

She asked, "Are you going to kill the monastic?"

He said, "I will only kill those who do evil."

She said, then I'll support you.

He smiled and thanked him.

The next day, on the cliffside, in addition to the white-haired young man, there was another girl in red.

Spring went to autumn, a year passed, he practiced swords for a whole year, and finally became a small sword, and he was able to fight three battles with enlightenment, so he recalled the characters in the secret book of the true way and began to cultivate the Tao seriously.

In this year, the girl in red never left the **** to accompany him to practice swords, and the two of them got up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship and sword understanding, which almost became a scenery on the White Lotus Holy Mountain.

From the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm to the early stage of the Three Realms, it took him two years, and from the early stage of the Three Realms to the early stage of the Dragon Eye Realm, it took him three years.

The world was amazed by his cultivation speed, and gave him the title of the first day of the Beihai Genius, even louder than the name of the Holy Maiden of the Daomen, but he disdained it.

Life is a practice, he has been practicing for 70 years, and the hardships he has experienced are not what those who use him as a talking point after tea and dinner can think of?

Good people marvel at his gray hair as a spectacle, but how do they know that the vicissitudes of time hidden in this long hair shawl and snowy head are longer than the lives of many people?

In that day when the summer insects were buzzing, he finally achieved the great skill of the sword, although the realm was still in the early stage of the dragon's eye realm, but he could conceitfully say that he was invincible in the dragon's eye.

With an ordinary iron sword in my hand, I am invincible in the dragon's eye.

This is no longer self-confidence, this is already the ultimate in conceit.

After that summer night, a piece of news alarmed the North Sea.

Zhang Chunsheng, who was born on the first day of Beihai, betrayed the Daomen, hid in the world, and had nothing to do with the Daomen.

Those who knew the news were dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

No one knew that in the dark night when the cicadas were chirping, the young man dressed in white like hair and white hair like snow, carried an iron sword on his back and walked to the Taoist hall on the top of the White Lotus Holy Mountain, and proposed the word parting to his mother and the girl in red, Chen Qiusi.

This is not a request, but an announcement.

He knew what kind of waves he was going to do would bring to the Beihai Cultivation Realm, and in order not to implicate the Daomen, he made this decision after a lot of consideration.

Chen Qiusi tugged at his arm and didn't let him leave, but he looked at his mother without saying a word.

Although Chen Qiusi is a Daomen saintess, she is too young, and the person in charge is still the woman who always wears red.

Maybe most of the Daomen saints love red clothes, which is a natural tacit understanding.

In his calm, pleading gaze, his mother nodded lightly, not uttering a word of dissuasion.

It's just that at this point, it seems to be ten years old.

Chen Qiusi cried and stayed, but he didn't have any intention of staying, just said that if it was possible, they would see each other.

That night, the summer breeze was slightly cool, and listening to the girl's cry, his heart was like a knife.

With snow hair reaching to his waist, white clothes and a sword, the young man quietly and silently walked down the White Lotus Holy Mountain, bought a wine jug in Lin'an City, filled it with wine, and drank it fiercely, the wine gurgled down his throat and poured into his abdomen, and the excess wine trickled down the corners of his mouth and dripped down the edge of his boots.

Walking out of Lin'an City, he felt the wine burning in his stomach, his cheeks were red, and he couldn't help but sing indulgently.

Drunk, swaying, white hair as before, singing. (To be continued.) )