The sloppy old man laughed for half a cup of tea before stopping, as if he had finally swept away the bitterness that had accumulated in his heart for many years, his eyes were no longer blurred, and the flask in his hand clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and repeated this action several times in a row.

A gritted tooth wine jug was slammed to the ground by him, "snap", the cracking sound of the wine jug made the originally lively world wine shop have a moment of stillness, but then as if nothing happened, it returned to the noise, the old man looked at Bai Yunji, his fingers trembled, and he wanted to scold a few words, but he didn't know where to start, it seemed to be fighting with someone, no matter how you fight, the other person just didn't fight back, and he was kind to you, this feeling was the most depressing, It's better to have a hearty fight.

In the end, the old man showed a sneering look on his face, and shouted loudly, "Cultivation, cultivation, you say it nicely, you cultivate a fart Tao." ”

"What kind of cultivation are you talking about, you don't want to cultivate at all, you, Bai Yunji, are afraid of death, you are afraid of death!"

After speaking, the old man seemed to be too happy to scold, and wanted to kick Bai Yunji, but the raised foot was frozen in mid-air for a long time, and it didn't fall on Bai Yunji's body, so he could only step on the hard ground like anger, and there was a lot of hatred for iron and steel, and there was a trace of helplessness.

But if this kick is not kicked out, the old man's heart seems to be unsatisfactory, he saw the stone that he usually sits on in the corner of his eye, and kicked it up, but then he "ouch", it seems that he kicked too hard to reach his foot, the old man "bah" to the stone, limping away with his sleeves, this scene, both funny and sad.

Bai Yunzhu looked at his back, his expression was indifferent, he pulled the corners of his mouth, speechless.

The small village of Baijia Village is still plain and there are no miracles, the days go by day by day, but the village is small after all, there are benefits of a small village, something happens to the village at the head of the village, and the family at the end of the village may know the work of going to the thatched house, just like today, Bai Qingshan's son Bai Yunji made a decision that they had never thought of in their lives, he wanted to go out to find a teacher and cultivate, and the cultivation was only for immortality.

"Yun'er, what you want to do since you were a child, your father and mother didn't stop you, but speaking of which, this is also because you are sensible, more sensible than other children, and you can rest assured that you are at ease, I thought that with you, I and your father also have hope in this life, and watching you get married, marry a wife and have children is the greatest blessing in this life."

It may be that she is old, and she talks a lot, Wen Rulan wiped the corners of her eyes, I don't know if it was sweat or tears, "It is said that raising children to prevent old age, raising children to prevent old age, but how can raising children prevent old age, you see that I and your father have many more wrinkles over the years, your father's sideburns have a little gray hair, I don't know if other people raise children to prevent old age, I am afraid of old age with your father, afraid of aging too fast, afraid of going too early, and I will never see you again." ”

Speaking of this, Wen Rulan's face of nearly forty years old couldn't stop sadness, she touched the face of her son who needed to stand on tiptoe to touch, her lips trembled, "But if you go out to find the way, it must be a thousand difficulties, although my mother wants to stop you, but I know that I can't stop you, there is actually no luxury in being a mother, my mother doesn't want you to become that high god, and I don't want you to learn something and return to your hometown to glorify your ancestors, let alone ..."

Wen Rulan covered her lips tightly with her hands, and burst into tears for a moment, the sentence "I don't want you to have three long and two short outside, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person" The words were not said after all, she couldn't say it, and she didn't dare to say it, for fear of bad luck, and even more afraid of it coming true.

"Mother, it's all a certainty, and my son doesn't want to leave, but I don't want to go..."

Bai Yunji held his mother's hand, there was a trace of unbearability in his eyes, he didn't want to go, but he had to go, because if he didn't go, then this place would become a purgatory on earth, it was better to leave, so that the old and young in Baijia Village could live happily and happily.

"My mother understands, my mother understands..."

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Wen Rulan looked at Bai Yunji at this moment, her eyes were no longer the warm and kind mother she used to be, and there was a trace of bitterness in her expression, "I don't know who you are, but you will always be my son." ”

The occasional red glint in Bai Yunji's eyes disappeared over the years, and he also showed the happiest smile in more than ten years, "Yes, I will always be your son, not only in this life, no matter where I am." ”

As the saying goes, how strong you are in front of strangers, how fragile you are in front of your family, no matter how much Bai Qingshan wants face in front of people, he can't care about anything else in front of his family, his eyes are red at the moment, his face is sad, and he is holding the package of his son's upcoming journey, which is full of money and food prepared by himself and his wife, just for his son to be better on the way.

Bai Qingshan lowered his head slightly, patted his son's shoulder heavily, and then turned around and wanted to walk towards the wine shop, but the figure who had just taken a step suddenly stopped, he turned around and hugged Bai Yun, unwilling to let go for a long time, his lips trembled and wanted to say something, and the thousands of words just turned into a sentence, "Son, be careful on the road."

I don't know if he was blinded by the wind and sand, Bai Yunji rubbed his eyes when he saw his father walk into the wine shop, and he didn't shout out the father who was stuck in his throat.

Perhaps this is a farewell between men, simple and clear, but affectionate and sexual.

In this way, the first person in Baijia Village who went out to seek the Tao walked out, he was just eighteen years old this year, and he was also the last person in Baijia Village to go out to seek the Tao, and he was the only one!

His name is Bai Yun Ji, and the cultivation realm has another name for him - the white-clothed sword immortal!

Bai Yunji walked out of Baijia Village and headed west.

Because on the day he left his hometown, the purple qi came from the east, and to the east, there would be a good omen, but the stubbornness in Bai Yun's temperament was the first to show at this moment, and he preferred to go west!

Since he wants to cultivate the Dao, he just wants to tell this cultivation realm that he doesn't follow the rules, he doesn't follow their rules, he wants to be his true self, he wants to be a person who goes against the Dao!

In his first year away from home, a young man from the village went up the mountains to hunt and unfortunately fell into the valley and died quietly.

The following year, a couple's home caught fire for no reason, and when it was found, it had burned to the point that only two legs remained, and they died a miserable death.

In the third year, the eldest village chief, sitting under the old locust tree in the village, played chess with people, he just said a word, a little sleepy, and then closed his eyes and never opened them again.

It's just that the leaves of the old locust tree, with the breeze blowing in light and shade, are like eyes.

This year, Bai Yunji finally found the immortal blessed land in his dream, called Wanjian Mountain!

There was only one old man on the mountain, and a young disciple in his twenties, and there was no one else.

"You're here?"

The old man's figure was like a ghost, and he was still more than ten feet away just now, and the moment the words fell, he had already reached Bai Yunji's eyes.

"Yes, master!"

Although Bai Yunji had never cultivated, he did not show the slightest panic on his face about the arrival of the old man.

"How do you know that I will be your master, and how do you know that I will definitely take you as an apprentice?"

When the old man heard Bai Yunji's salutation, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe not before, but now it is, because I called your master, and you answered my words, and it is already now."

Bai Yunzhu's expression did not change, and there was maturity and stability in his expression that did not belong to his age.

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"Yes, your qualifications are only higher than your senior brother, but it's a pity that you missed the best cultivation age."

The old man stroked his beard, and there was regret in his eyes.

"Not necessarily."

As soon as Bai Yunji's voice fell, a surging vitality appeared around his body, and the entire Wanjian Mountain rang out in unison in an instant, making a buzzing sound, and the voice was deafening, as if he was cheering, as if he was welcoming the arrival of Bai Yunji, and seemed to be screaming.

The old man, who has always been light and calm, and everything is under control, is shocked and moved at this moment.

"Ten thousand swords roar in unison, this is a natural sword body, and many people underestimate you."

The innate sword body is also a special physique, just like Li asked's Na Yuan body, as well as the body of yang and flame, the body of pure yin, etc., but the innate sword body is more rare than the previous physique, this kind of person is born with an affinity for the sword, and the spells related to the sword are learned faster than ordinary people, and the power is naturally even greater.

From this day on, Wanjian Mountain had an additional disciple named Bai Yunji.

The old man was his master, named Yun Longzi.

He also has a senior brother who doesn't like to talk very much, and he is a little shy, called Po Kyushu!

It was this year that more than a dozen old people in Baijia Village passed away one after another, and it seemed that they had made an appointment, and they didn't survive that cold winter.

Within a year, Bai Yun's cultivation broke through the three major realms in a row, and his cultivation speed made Yun Longzi dumbfounded.

There are no years in the mountains, and decades at a glance.

When Bai Yunji was thirty years old, his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds, and he had surpassed his senior brother Po Kyushu, whose qualifications were almost the same as him, and his master Yun Longzi was getting old, as if he had been drained of his spirit in an instant, and his originally energetic face was wrinkled and drooping.

At this time, there were not many villagers left in Baijia Village, and Bai Yunji's parents cleaned the liquor store every day, waiting for the few people in the village to arrive.

What they do every day, who are over half a hundred years old, is to clean their son's room, and then stand at the door of the wine shop, waiting for their son's return, but Wen Rulan's daily waiting is full of disappointment, and the more she waits, the later she waits.

It is often said that parents are not far away, and there must be a way to travel, but this is only for mortals, for monks, their departure from home may be a farewell, it may be the life of their parents, think about the road that people usually say is ruthless.

"Qingshan, you said that we Yun'er, when will we go home? You too, every time you put my comb so far away, it makes me look for a long time. ”

Wen Rulan stretched out her hand and groped for something on the table, but she couldn't find the comb that was close at hand, her eyes were motionless, and she no longer had the color of her youth, and after so many years of crying night and night, there were no tears in her eyes, and she couldn't see it anymore.

She dresses up carefully every day, groomes every day, not to please her husband, nor to disobey old age, but to wait for the son who goes out to seek the way, she doesn't want her son to see her get old, she is afraid that her son will not know herself when he comes back, what can she do, she waited from a black hair to a full head of white hair, this wait is fifty years, fifty years, many times it is the life of a mortal, if you are lucky, you can live for a few more decades.

But her words were exchanged for cold silence and eternal silence, and there was only an empty nagging room in response to him, because her husband, Bai Qingshan, had died ten years ago.

The doctor said that he drank too much alcohol and died of alcohol poisoning, and his husband, who only sold alcohol and did not drink, fell in love with drinking for some reason from the year his son left, and this drink is a lifetime.

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