The bleak winter wind rolled up the soft snow and turned to the cold bamboo, the cold bamboo could not bear the heavy snow that lasted for more than half a month and was bent by the snow bending the branches, occasionally there were birds stepping on the cold bamboo, the snow was squeezed by external forces, and the cold bamboo that reduced the pressure of the snow seemed to be liberated, suddenly, the collapse was straight, and the birds that had been standing firm were thrown into the sky vigorously, and the frightened chirp screamed, as if complaining about the unprovoked invasion of the bamboo.

Dead bird, what is it called, this cold day still has to listen to you like a rush, annoying or not?

Under the cold bamboo, I saw a young man angrily pointing at the birds in the sky against the flying snow in the sky and shouting.

I saw the young man, wearing a cyan robe, stepping on a pair of black cotton boots, with a delicate face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair tied in a knot behind him, and a wooden hairpin coiled behind his head, dressed as a little Taoist.

Stinky old man, on such a cold day, I still have to go to drink for him, if it weren't for all these years, hmph, the young man seemed to think of something, sighed helplessly, and walked forward on the snow.

Time flies, four years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Xiaozhu has changed from a child to a thirteen-year-old handsome boy.

In the past four years, the fairy old man has perfectly fulfilled his promise and "taught" him well.

It's just that for Xiaozhu, it's simply a demon's torture.

In the early morning, he had to stand in the cold world, to practice the mental mantra taught to him by the fairy old man, to breathe in pranayama, and then to practice the sword breaking technique that I don't know what the name was in front of the river, and then to cook, laundry, and other tedious things, and so on, and so on, and so on.

This kind of day lasted for four years, but during these four years, Xiaozhu also experienced the benefits of cultivation and the good intentions of the fairy old man from this kind of day.

It's just that Xiaozhu really can't get used to the appearance of the fairy old man's stinky fart every time, so he is not angry with him, and of course he is not beaten less.

Early this morning, because Xiaozhu played tricks on him, he was taken off and only a cyan close-fitting robe was left, and he was driven to the village to drink and drink, and he was not allowed to cast spells to keep warm, and he resisted purely with internal breath.

Xiaozhu thought about these troubles bitterly, picked up a dead wood branch scattered on the ground, and was waved forward by him with his hand, exerting resentment.

Dead old man, call for wine, and give you urine on the young master's boy jade liquid for you to drink.

If you want to do that, hehehe, a cold laugh rang in Xiaozhu's ears.

Xiaozhu heard the laughter that reached his ears, and knew that at this time, the stinky old man used the sound transmission technique to warn him, if he dared to do this, the punishment he received would make him ten times uncomfortable, Xiaozhu understood that the stinky old man could say it, and he could definitely do it, he shook his head violently with a sad face, and ran away, shouting as he ran: Dead old man, kindly give you wine, you still dare to peep at my speech, dead old man, stinky old man, old man.

On the bank of the ancient river, the fairy old man leaned on a rocking chair, his eyes looked in one direction, and carefully looked at a cyan figure in his eyes rushing forward in a panic, and the rushing figure, like a butterfly, flew lightly.

Well, it's not bad!

The fairy old man nodded with satisfaction and closed his eyes again.

In Mozhu Village, on the streets, an endless stream of figures are worn among them, and Sister Hua's bun shop is as busy as usual.

Sister Hua just finished greeting a villager, stopped the towel in her hand to wipe the stove, sat on the stool and rested for a while, her brows showed a deep sorrow, her eyes looked ahead without focus, and after a long time, a sigh came out of her mouth.

Since I knew four years ago that my Xiaoshan had suffered an accident and lost my soul, I have been worried for four years, but fortunately, there is a Taoist who claims to be Xuanhua who has a plan against her, making her hypocritical and snake, and it seems that the "Xiaoshan" at home saw something, but in the end he didn't do anything, his expression was full of indifference, he only knew that he was closed at home, and he didn't know what the mystery was here. And Sister Hua has rarely returned home over the years.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think of Xiaozhu's child, hey, that child is miserable! I remember once going to see him, in the cold winter, sitting in the ice and snow was buried into a snowman, frozen red, and a white smoke was frozen above his head, and this is not enough, after doing this, he had to go to the fast-flowing and frozen river to catch some fish for the stinky Taoist priest to enjoy.

Sister Hua was about to get angry at that time, but the stinky Taoist ran to Sister Hua and said something, and Sister Hua dissipated her anger, otherwise Sister Hua would definitely kick on Xuanhua Dese's ass, let the stinky Taoist taste Aunt Hua's leg skills, where would he care what immortals he was.

Sister Hua sighed again, and then the sound of the door curtain ringing interrupted her contemplation, and a young man in Tsing Yi stuck his head in front of the curtain.

Aunt Hua hurriedly stood up, looked at Xiaozhu with a snowflake on her face and said: Xiaozhu, aren't you practicing with that person, how can you have time to come and see Aunt Hua.

Xiaozhu pursed his lips, lifted the curtain and walked in, scratched his hair at Aunt Hua and said with a smile: I'll get some drinks for the stinky old man, and come to see Aunt Hua by the way.

Sister Hua stretched out her hand and patted the snowflakes on Xiaozhu's body and said dissatisfied: Xiaozhu, why are you still a stinky old man, the stinky old man shouts Xuanhua Daoist, you should call the master!

Xiao Zhu's bright eyes dimmed slightly, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I have called him Master many times, but he seems to be very insistent and does not allow me to call him that."

Sister Hua said: Why is this happening?

Xiaozhu said: I don't know why, but it doesn't matter, I've gotten used to it for so long.

Sister Hua touched the top of Xiaozhu's head and said pitifully: In the past few years, cultivation has been very hard, it's really hard for you, on such a cold day, only wearing such thin clothes, is this also a kind of cultivation?

Xiaozhu nodded and smiled: "It's a bit bitter, but Xiaozhu is willing to practice like this."

Xiaozhu said slowly: Aunt Hua, don't talk about Xiaozhu, over the years, I have learned a lot about the stinky old man, because of Xiaozhu's wishes, you will bear so much pain and pressure.

Sister Hua smiled bitterly and shook her head, but didn't say anything, just turned around and looked for a paper bag, packed a lot of big meat into it, handed it to Xiaozhu and said softly: Xiaozhu, Aunt Hua believes in you, you have to practice hard.

Xiaozhu looked at Sister Hua's eyes from surprise when he saw him to gloomy, and pretended to care about him as if nothing happened, which made him feel a painful feeling in his heart.

However, Xiaozhu just took the meat bun, thanked Aunt Hua, turned around, and was about to step out of the door, Xiaozhu stopped, and looked back again, Aunt Hua looked at him with pity, the smile was so close and familiar, Xiaozhu strengthened his belief in his heart and silently recited: Aunt Hua, Xiaozhu will protect you, opened the curtain, strode away in the wind and snow, and never looked back.

On the bank of the ancient river, although it has snowed for so many days and the weather is cold, the strange thing is that the ancient river is not frozen, and it is still so magnificent and rushing forward, Xiaozhu is carrying two pots of the best ink and bamboo wine brewed in the village, thinking about the stinky old man, he knows that although the stinky old man is ruthless in his mouth, he loves him very much in his heart.

It's just that this time when I went back to the village, Xiaozhu always had a bad feeling in his heart, he was supposed to practice at the time, but he was rushed by the stinky old man to drink, Xiaozhu knew that there was still wine brewed by his father in the house, and the stinky old man was reluctant to drink, Xiaozhu always felt that the stinky old man always had something to hide from him, but he didn't say that Xiaozhu never asked, maybe it was not time.

After walking for a while, looking from a distance, the hut next to the river was already clearly visible, and a pool of river water was flowing through, just like Xiaozhu's mood, eager to see that figure.

Xiaozhu quickened his pace, and after a while, he stepped over the stones on the shore and stood at the door, looking at the Taoist with his chest undulating, and the abnormal feeling in his heart slowly fell silent.

Stinky old man, I'm back.

The Taoist lying on the chair opened his eyes, and did not look at Xiaozhu for the first time, but stared at the roof, a trace of exhaustion and helplessness seemed to flash in his eyes, and in an instant he was replaced by a trace of firmness, and a cynical smile resurfaced on his face.

The immortal Taoist stood up and walked out of the door, looking at the little bamboo in front of him, I don't know when the child in front of him was as tall as his arms and shoulders, time flies so fast, then, should it be over?

What did you say? What is over, Xiaozhu raised his eyebrows in confusion.

The immortal Taoist waved his hand and said: It's nothing, let you go to drink You have been going for so long, are you planning to kill me in a hurry?

Xiao Zhuha choked and said: I'm going to drink, your old man is here to swim, but I don't know how difficult the road is because of the heavy snow, and I am not allowed to use the magic power of Taoism, so how can I know the hard work of this young master?

Oh? So, was it my fault? The fairy old man showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Xiaozhu couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly put the wine in his hand with both hands, lowered his head and gave a disciple salute: Where is your fault, you quickly take two sips to see if the disciple is still satisfied with the wine.

The immortal Taoist looked proud, took the wine and said: Phew, don't pretend to be here, it's not the first time to drink it.

Xiaozhu laughed flatteringly: Then the disciple is going to practice, and you can use it slowly.

Slowly, a break interrupted Xiao Zhu's departing figure, and Xiao Zhu turned to look at the immortal Taoist.

Immortal Daodao: You don't have to practice today, I have something to say to you, you come in with me,

Xiaozhu was a little confused by the behavior of the fairy old man, so he had to follow forward, and just stood still in the room when he heard the fairy Taoist say slowly: Xiaozhu, you are thirteen years old this year, do you remember the five-year period I told you?

The abnormal feeling in Xiao Zhu's heart surged up and replied: The disciple always remembers, thanks to the fact that the Immortal Daoist has spent all his efforts to perform the Xuanmen True Determination for the disciple over the years, Xiao Zhu's leg injury has deteriorated, without your old man, I am afraid that Xiao Zhu will not be in this world for a long time

The immortal Taoist laughed at himself: You don't have to pat me on the back, I didn't think about what you thought in your little child's heart before, and explained the matter to you, but now, I will tell you the truth.

Xiaozhu said solemnly: Disciple listen.

The immortal Taoist exhaled: I rescued you, and I also responded to my calamity, and now that the time limit has come, you must also respond to your calamity, do you know.

Is it finally here? Xiaozhu bowed again heavily: The disciple has already prepared in his heart.

The immortal Taoist said slowly: I taught you the Tao originally had no extravagant expectations for you, your soul is not complete, the meridians are not passable, you must know that the practice, the root, the talent, the opportunity, all are indispensable, you lost some, but also gained some, I originally thought that the cultivation realm, mortal dust, into the spirit, the royal line, the void, the deification, these five realms you can not even cross the most basic mortal dust, although I pass on your law, but because of your soul is naturally broken, but it is also the will of heaven, You used your talent and hard work to cross the first step of cultivation to reach the realm of mortal dust, and draw the vitality of heaven and earth into your body, but after all, because of the lack of your soul, the meridians hindered your divine will, qi and blood, and you never reached the realm of deep and deep spiritual light, and the spirit of Haoran lasted forever.

Xiaozhu smiled bitterly and said: The disciple can have this achievement now, it all depends on the cultivation of the immortal Taoist, as for the future, the disciple does not dare to hope for the time being.

The Immortal Daoist looked at Xiaozhu and squinted slightly, and continued: I told you three ways to solve your calamity, but it is obvious that now you can only rely on yourself to go through this experience and deal with the calamity.

Xiaozhu opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the immortal Taoist with a wave of his hand and said: I know what you think, but I can't enter the Netherworld Ghost Domain anyway.

Xiaozhu was stunned but didn't explain anything.

The Immortal Taoist continued: Now that the time has come, I am about to leave, you have to do it yourself.

Xiaozhu was stunned instantly!

The immortal Taoist looked at the child in front of him, from hearing his words of leaving, looking at him with a shocked face, to wanting to pretend to be calm, but slowly panicking, he sighed in his heart.

After a long time, I heard Xiaozhu say: Where are you going?

The immortal Taoist smiled: Of course I want to do what I have to do

Tears were already looming in the corners of Xiaozhu's eyes, he didn't think that this day would come, but he couldn't imagine why this day was so fast.

Xiaozhu used to be very curious, a person who has been waiting in this vast world for a thousand years, what kind of reason can endure the pain of these years, he can't understand.

Xiaozhu didn't want to cause disaster to this old man who was like his parents because of his own reasons, but there were some things he couldn't figure out.

It's just that there doesn't seem to be a chance to know, because he's leaving, and the sadness in Xiaozhu's heart can't be suppressed, just like the cold water of the ancient river, impacting his heart over and over again, so that today's uneasiness comes from here?

The immortal Taoist looked at him quietly, and suddenly attached himself and pulled Xiaozhu to his side and whispered something in his ear, then stood up straight and said: You and I will meet together by fate, although I have taught you for four years, I have not accepted you as an apprentice, and you don't have to be like this, even if you ,,,

The Immortal Daoist closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them, and the cold light flashed in his eyes: No matter what you find out what I have done in the future, even if you find out that I am heinous, come and kill me in the future! I don't blame you in any way.

Xiao Zhu looked at him blindfolded, not understanding what the immortal Taoist meant by this.

However, obviously, the immortal Taoist did not have the desire to explain, only to see the immortal Taoist shake his sleeves and stretch out his hand to hand Xiaozhu an object and said: This unheard bell is made of the jade of the nine heavens, which has the effect of exorcising demons and dispersing ghosts, concentrating on the mind, I got it from a place by chance, I will pass on the law to you, you yourself have a good experience, and then pass on the law to Xiaozhu.

Xiaozhu's trembling little hand took the little bell that was only the size of a thumb and glowed with pure white color, and the white clock had some patterns engraved on it, Xiaozhu was teary-eyed at this time, and he couldn't see clearly in his eagerness, but he just grabbed it in his hand, and his stubborn face stared at the fairy old man.

The fairy old man smiled and said: Then I'll go, let's go, the fairy Taoist walked around the small bamboo and walked out of the door, the Taoist robe waved, a blue light flashed, and the purple gold gourd of the fairy Taoist floated in the air.

Xiaozhu couldn't hold back a loud cry anymore and rushed out of the door and shouted to the sky: Master!

The screaming in the sky suddenly stopped, and a heroic laugh came: I told you what I told you, don't forget, if you still want to live.

Xiaozhu was full of tears, and whispered: The disciple will never dare to forget, but, just, where will Xiaozhu find you in the future?