Broken rain and frost three autumns,

The rock leads the way and turns back.

Ask about the vicissitudes of 70,000 years,

Who casts the broken road building in the world.

"In the battle of the true spirits, there is a dead silence around Ziyun Island, and there is not a single living ant to be found. After the war, the world changed, either the sea of fire was raging, or the cold was frozen for thousands of miles, and the poisonous fog was full of resentment, and if it was touched, the lucky people would die directly. ”

The sheep intestine path is in the middle of the mountain, the surrounding mist lingers and the scenery is not clear, and the old voice is floating in the fog, as if remembering life.

"Lucky to be dead?" The girl's voice was like a string of beads on a stone, clanging and crunching, and her temperament was slightly anxious.

The old man didn't answer immediately, and continued: "The sea of fire, the cold, the poisonous barrier, Ziyun Island is sealed in the center, in order to change this environment, open up a few roads for ordinary people to walk, the island, and the many seniors who came later, overhauled together, it took thirty years. ”

"Thirty years later, it was another thirty years, during which I don't know how many labors were cultivated, how many formations were built, and how many heavenly changes were caused, and this place could barely accommodate living beings, and then it took another twenty years to become what it is today. ”

"Because the ground is so deeply eroded, even now, the fog here has not been completely cleared, and some places can hurt when you get on the skin, have you ever felt it?"

"Well, like a pinprick. The girl responded to the old man's words, not hearing much fear, but on the contrary seemed to find it amusing.

The voice has the unique liveliness of a girl.,It sounds frivolous to the old man.,A little disliked.,

"You are a monk and you still feel pain, and if you are a mortal, you will be injured or even lose your life. ”

"Got it, grandpa. Hearing what her grandfather meant, the girl hurriedly admitted her mistake. It's a bit insincere.

Time is the best healing medicine, the heaviest memories, the most difficult pain, and the most glorious past, will fade with the passage of time and slowly become some symbols. Eighty years have passed. Traces of wartime can be found everywhere in the world, but for those who were born after the war, especially in the last two decades, the True Spirit War is an imaginary picture, not as real as the older generation.

That's a good thing, as long as you don't forget about it.

Comforting himself silently in his heart, the old man turned back to pick up the previous topic and said, "In the future, you will know that there are ten thousand times more terrible things in the world than death. ”

"What is it?" asked the girl, curious.

The old man's voice was full of emotion, and said, "Do you remember when you were a child?" There's a madman who is our neighbor. ”

The girl giggled and replied, "Remember, that man didn't do anything, and all day long he knew that he was begging for rain all day long, and he was very scared when it rained and cried and made a fuss." ”

The old man's voice was silent for a while, and he sighed and said, "He is the highest cultivator in my clan, in terms of seniority. Grandpa also calls him uncle. ”

"Ah!" exclaimed the girl, not knowing what to say next.

"My uncle participated in that battle. Unfortunately, it was contaminated with a little barrier, and it was eroded by the evil intention in the fire, and then it became like that, and the cultivation was completely lost, looking forward to rain on sunny days, and afraid of fog on rainy days. A lifetime of shouting and shouting. His father couldn't cure him, and he was afraid that the closeness of the clan would be affected, so he isolated his uncle alone. ”

"It's terrible, how sad it is!"

Grandpa's uncles are too far apart. The girl felt more terrible than sad, and suddenly became a little excited after chattering, and asked, "Grandpa just said that the old uncle ancestor participated in the battle of the true spirits?"

The old man laughed and said, "Nonsense, above the Nine Heavens of the True Spirit War, only Mr. Thirteen and the Holy Lotus Fairy are qualified to participate in the Dao Academy, and we will be given that round." Uncle Zu was fighting with the riotous demon beast at that time, and it happened that the true spirit chased through the sky, and he didn't even see his appearance clearly. ”

Hearing this, the girl was a little disappointed, and said wistfully: "If you don't touch it like this, you can imagine what those battlefields are like, if they are all like here, and thousands of souls are wiped out at every turn, why does that gentleman have to fight that battle?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The always kind voice suddenly became stern, and the old man shouted: "The true spirit will determine the whole world in a battle, and the merits of the merit will be created for thousands of years." If you say something like that just now, you must never mention it again in the future, otherwise, even if others don't blame it, grandpa will have to enforce the family law!"

The girl was obviously frightened, and she couldn't see her face clearly in the fog, but she could know that she bowed her head and honestly admitted her mistakes.

After drinking, the old man's heart softened, and he said gently: "You are young, you have not experienced the pre-war and post-war, and you don't know how many benefits this war brings; Although grandpa's cultivation is not high, he can also realize that the aura before and after is different, and the mountains and rivers are becoming more and more beautiful, all because of the results of that battle. ”

Sighing silently, the old man said: "It's a pity that the change came a little late, the first thirty years to eliminate the harm, the middle thirty years of cultivation, and when the vitality improves, grandpa has passed the age, and this life is hopeless." ”

The girl listened to the old man's words, thinking that this might be the last part of the road that her grandfather had walked with her, and she was in a sad mood, and it was difficult to be as cheerful as just now.

"Don't be sad, grandpa's qualifications are limited, even if there is no delay of 60 years, at most he will break another level and live for a few more decades. To be able to experience the events of the year, 10,000 years is only this time, it is worth it. ”

As he spoke, the mountains winded and the fog thinned, and before he knew it, the grandfather and grandson walked out of the mountains and wilderness, and when they raised their eyes, they suddenly saw a wide emptiness.

The sky is clear and beautiful, the white clouds above the head are like cotton, the grass grows at the feet and the warbler flies, the sound of the waves hitting the shore in the distance can be heard, and the figures of the four directions can be distinguished, all of them go in the direction where the sound of the water comes from.

For those who have just come out of the fog, such a scene is like hiding in the hot spring of the mountains and forests when they are tired, and drinking a bowl of sour plum soup in the middle of summer, which is indescribably happy. Having said that, when people first come to see it, those who know it say that it is around Ziyun, and those who don't know are afraid that they will think that it is the Mobei grassland, the land of bending bows and shooting eagles.

"Immortal means, immortal means!"

The old man's face was thin, his face was full of yearning and reverence, and he muttered to himself.

"The last time I came, it was still a dead place around, and it felt like walking on Huangquan Road;

No contrast, no voice, witness the changes before and after. The old man only felt that what was in front of him was not enough, in contrast, the girl around him cared more about the scenery itself, and had already cheered and pounced into the grass, kicking flowers in the east and teasing birds in the west, as if she were a child.

Canglang Star, the spiritual realm is in the northern region as a whole. The terrain is mountainous and the water network is dense, and such a "pure" grassland scenery is rare to see in 100,000 miles except for the wasteland, which is recognized as a fierce land. The girl is young, and strictly speaking, it is the first time to go out to practice, and she feels fresh from head to toe.

"Ziyun is coming, the girl is more restrained. ”

After a few sighs, the old man who came over with a refreshed heart called back the girl and said with a smile: "I'm here." The practice from generation to generation has been mediocre for thousands of years, and it can still be inherited in this way, not to mention that it is rare among clans, even ordinary sects are just like this. In your generation, you will finally have the opportunity to enter the holy place of cultivation, and remember not to make mistakes. ”

The girl nodded frequently, and asked Xiaoyi: "Grandpa, does the brand given by that senior work?" I heard that the worst people in the Dao Academy are all Jiedan masters. Like me."

The old man couldn't give an affirmative answer, but he was amused by the girl's words. He replied: "Of course, there are many masters in the Taoist Academy, but it is not as you said; ”

The girl didn't feel comforted, but became more and more nervous and said, "Zhuji, Wan'er is still far away." ”

The old man said, "Isn't there a special situation? Speaking of which. This kind of opportunity only existed after the war, and Mr. Thirteen changed the rules. ”

The girl blinked and asked, "The so-called special refers to people like me, who are lucky enough to meet the seniors of the Taoist Academy?" Why did that senior give me a brand? Did you know the elders in the clan? But since you gave the brand, why do you want your granddaughter to participate in the assessment?"

There were many questions, and the old man couldn't answer them, so he was embarrassed and said, "It's not very clear." The elders of the clan have never heard of anyone who knows the people in the Taoist Academy, why do you give you a brand, Chang Ideal should be related to qualifications, as for the assessment, of course, it is needed, how can it be messed around. ”

The girl was unwilling to say: "But grandpa said that Wan'er's qualifications are comparable to yours, and it is not very good." ”

This was a bit shocking, and the old man coughed a few times and said: "Grandpa's cultivation is limited, his old eyes are dizzy, and there are mistakes in seeing them." ”

The girl's face was slightly gloomy, and she said, "You specialize in cultivating the Heavenly Eye, how could you be wrong." My granddaughter also knows that my qualifications are very ordinary, and since there is an assessment, I am afraid that most of them will not be able to pass. ”

"Grandpa's cultivation, how can he be qualified to say Tianyan"

The old man also felt confused about what the girl couldn't understand, so he had no choice but to explain, and said: "It's okay if you can't get through guò, once you come to see the world, and then this time the Taoist Academy opens the mountain gate not only to accept disciples, but also the first time that the spirit and demon are on the same stage to teach the Fa;

The closer he got to Ziyun, the more people came from all sides, and as he spoke, the old man noticed the surging flow of people in front of him, and the speed of the monks rushing around him suddenly accelerated, and many people shouted and cheered, as if something big had happened.

"Grandpa, hurry!" The girl loves to be lively, and when she noticed the abnormality, she immediately accelerated her speed, while not forgetting to say hello.

"Be careful, don't get into trouble, don't be misunderstood. ”

The old man shouted and reminded, suddenly thinking of his own cultivation, I am afraid that he is not even qualified to make people misunderstand;

Thinking about it, the old man couldn't help but speed up his pace, although it was inconvenient to fly in order to express his respect, but there was wind under his feet. Tea Kung Fu, the sound of water in front of the wind is gradually flourishing, the crowd is flowing, the grandfather and grandson have seen the Qinghe River, and they have seen the place where everyone is focused.

After 80 years, the Qinghe River is not forbidden to fly as in the past, and the monks have much more rules than before the war, consciously queuing up without orders, and honestly waiting for the ferry. At this moment, the ferries on the Qinghe River are repeated, and the monks who come here to throw themselves into the mountains or are about to listen to the lecture on the stage look in one direction.

The woman in red is playing the paddle and dividing the waves, and the young man in the bow of the boat sits at will, and the sound of Xiao Yin on his lips plays a song with the wind; listening to it, the breeze is in remembrance, the white clouds beckon, and the earth seems to be singing with it.

Even those who don't understand the rhythm of music can hear it, it's the sound of farewell

(To be continued......)