May you have the same chastity in the Qing Dynasty, and you will not be hungry all day long.

Momoyama has the excitement of 3,000 disciples, but he has not forgotten the "scientific cultivation immortal".

Under the guidance of Su Xiaoxiao, using the technique of the Five Elements, three thousand disciples successfully formed the Dan, and many of them stepped into the realm of human immortals.

Of course, this has also become a beautiful talk, and the immortals have more and more respect for Su Xiaoxiao.

The dream of a hundred years ago came true, and at this time, from the main hall of Taoshan, the three thousand disciples in the square were all in white robes, and the sword was like a broken bamboo.

Then overlook the whole peach mountain, the mountains rise and fall, there is a sense of dominating the world, and then look down on the sky, the nave is dazzling, as if it can be touched, and the sky is just a stone's throw away.

On the edge of the sky, a figure flew Zhuo Ran, standing on the main hall, her purple clothes fluttering, her expression was cold and gentle, it was Zhaoren Xianhui immeasurably forgiving sins and blessing the great mercy Venerable Su Xiaoxiao.

"See Master!" The disciples in the square paid homage in unison.

Su Xiaoxiao came slowly, giving birth to a lotus step by step, she was like a green lotus in the water, she was also a bright moon in the sky, and even a flowing cloud in the sky, she couldn't ask for it.

The green lotus is difficult to pick, the bright moon can be seen, but it cannot be touched, the flowing clouds are changeable, and sometimes you can't see it even if you look at it.

Su Xiaoxiao stood with his hands in his hands, his posture was like an immortal, and beside him was the youngest apprentice Chu Tianyou, who was young and graceful, fluttering arbitrarily

The disciples looked at her figure and didn't dare to say much, less than two hundred years old, Jin Immortal became the top of the Dou Immortal list, led the troops to fight to become famous, and then ascended to the realm of quasi-saints, their master is the most powerful existence in the world.

"Today, this seat will teach you to shrink thousands of miles again." Su Xiaoxiao said loudly.

"Yes!"

"Look, this seat will only demonstrate once!"

After Su Xiaoxiao finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and a complicated spell appeared in the void between his raised hands, and with a light wave of his hand, the spell was divided into eight, and then flew away in eight different directions. A moment later, a stone gate appeared out of thin air in the northwest direction, and the stone gate opened automatically.

"Let's go."

In a moment, they embarked on the northwest road, all the way to the clouds, flying back, under the feet of the mountains and rivers.

Time passed little by little, and the surrounding scenery was constantly changing, the farther west, the green, red, thin, and dead leaves and branches.

However, with a flick of their fingers, they arrived at Yumen Pass, and Su Xiaoxiao led his disciples to the top of a cliff.

Looking into the distance, a round of red sun hangs obliquely on the horizon, lazy and undoubted, and the fiery red color has a feeling of returning to the light in the twilight of the year. The wind was sometimes manic, sometimes faint, and the sand and dust rose and fell in a disorderly manner.

Obviously, it should be the luck of the spring cherry blossoms, but this side of the world is lonely in autumn, and the cold winter is depressed, how can such a strong sense of contrast not make people sigh.

"Master, the scenery in the northwest is really bleak, the wind is surging and desolate, the mountain is leaning against the cliff and guarding a few stump branches and lonely, the sun is dissipating all the brilliance but it is always invincible to this yellow desert desert, and the sand and dust cover the sun. But such a depressed and lonely scenery makes people have a solemn and awe-inspiring heartbeat, and the ancient poem has a cloud: why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, and the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate. Tianyou only understood the meaning of this sentence at this moment. ”

Chu Tianyou looked at this world, and his eyebrows were no longer clear, full of flowers, but only lonely geese flying sideways, flying sand and stones, and he couldn't help but have strange emotions in his heart.

"What do you feel about this depression and loneliness?"

"Nature is magical, life is terrifying!"

Huang Renli smiled at the corner of his mouth, there is still a magic of survival in a desperate place on the cliff of the lonely mountain, isn't there still life trying to survive in such a harsh environment?

"A cultivator who understands heaven and earth is the miracle of life. You can figure out the word life, and this seat is already gratifying. The world is lost, and so is the fairy world. Immortal cultivators have a little bit of clarity about what is the Tao and what is the law. Immortals or gods, if they lose their original intentions and lack the reverence for life, even if they have great power, it will be in vain, and even if they are dominant, they will eventually dissipate between heaven and earth. ”

Although Su Xiaoxiao's words were plain, she always expressed a little helplessness, and her fingers were blank, hoping that her disciples could understand the meaning of the Dao, and at the same time, she was constantly reminding herself that her original intention was not to be lived up.

"Master, aren't you tired of shouldering the people in the world?"

The disciples know that the gods should care about the world, but who should feel sorry for the gods' efforts? What kind of obsession supported the immortals to be so desperate, they never fully understood.

"With great power comes great responsibility. If you only do what you like and evade your due responsibilities, it is a sin, and it is not easy to live freely without everything. ”

Su Xiaoxiao has always been obsessed with this, and if she was born between heaven and earth, she must pay for this heaven and earth. Otherwise, what use will this heaven and earth make of you?

The disciples carefully pondered every word and sentence of Su Xiao's novel, and they could realize how great the noble sentiments of the master were, but they still couldn't escape the shackles of selfishness, no, maybe it was not the shackles of selfishness, but another kind of enlightenment.

"Master, it's right to shoulder responsibility, but the people in this world should also work hard, right? If they only rely on the blessing of the gods, what can they really gain? People are used to getting the sun, but there is always a time when dark clouds cover the sun, what should they do at that time? Do you continue to wait for the sun to break through the clouds, or run hard to get another kind of warmth? And, Master, are you really not tired when you work hard alone? Xiao Gu looked distressed. If everyone in the world gave a little love, would you still need to be so tired? ”

The disciples expressed their feelings from the bottom of their hearts, they saw that in the barren land of the northwest, there were still weak beings in such a harsh environment who were constantly trying to show the great charm of life, but among the people who relied on the gods and were peaceful, there were still people who were languid and sinister, how could they get the selfless dedication of the gods but live with obvious sin.

Su Xiaoxiao was surprised by the thoughts of his disciples, yes, how barren is the strength of one person, how can he hold up the vastness of the Six Realms. The gods are never tired, but if the light of the world's hearts is lit, they can achieve the effect of gathering armpits into fur and walking thousands of miles.

"That's right, if people's hearts are self-examining and self-helping, why do they need others to help. It's just that we cultivators still have to do more to benefit the common people in the world. ”

Su Xiaoxiao gave her disciples an approving look, and while she was teaching them, the disciples were also enriching her thoughts.

However, as soon as the conversation turned, it was time to test them.

"This seat has brought you here with a thousand miles of shrinkage, and now it is up to you to go back on your own."

"Yes! For Su Xiaoxiao's style of acting, the three thousand disciples had long been accustomed to it, so they were not surprised.

As for how many people didn't pass the test later, that's a story for later.

But when does the west wind come, and it will not be secretly changed for years.

After staying in Taoshan for a hundred years, Su Xiaoxiao took his apprentices to travel all over the country.

Everywhere she went, Su Xiaoxiao had to take photos with her apprentices to check in.

The sun, moon and stars, autumn harvest and winter storage.

They walked through the Yumen Pass, when the snow on the Qilian Mountain turned around, the desert north was lonely, and the sun set on the long river.

Day after day, more than 3,000 masters and apprentices and a dog have also been to the Great Wall for thousands of miles, listening to the sound of the wind blowing from outside the Saiwai, time passes, and it seems that they have heard the endless song of the Qiangguan Huqin, which is a peaceful sound.

Sometimes the interest is quite high, Su Xiaoxiao took them to a certain theater to listen to the ancient rhyme.

The melody of Peking Opera is melodious and tactful, and the drizzle knocks on the window and jingles, trapping the hustle and bustle and silent silence here.

The gorgeous shirt and spotted robe, the paper umbrella is missing a corner, leaving the grass and trees to disturb the pavilion in vain, interrupting the circulation of smoke and waves.

Su Xiaoxiao found this place today few people know, behind the river is the sea, the trees are flooded, and appreciating this side of the landscape is the same as seeing the world.

"Very few people listen to the drama nowadays." Chu Tianyou sighed.

"Yes, today is Wujia Po, let's all listen to it."

The world is changing, the development of technology and society is changing with each passing day, even the celestial realm is working with technology, holding meetings online, and some traditional things are gradually forgotten, such as opera.

Even if there is no one in the audience, they have to finish singing.

Just because the ancestors have explained, Listen to the guests in all directions, one side calls people, the drums sound and the gongs sound, and the ghosts and gods are shocked.

Although there is no one in the audience, you must not think that there are no ghosts and gods in the audience, once you open your voice, you will not stop halfway.

And today Su Xiaoxiao came here with his disciples, and he can be called a bosom friend.

"Master, Wujiapo I know, it's about Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan!" The little junior sister Huang Yingying raised her ponytail and was full of playfulness, but her eyes kept on the body of the gray fairy Zuo Ping.

"That's right, I have been guarding the cold kiln for eighteen years, in exchange for the eighteen heavenly queens!"

"Alright, let's listen to the play!" Su Xiaoxiao raised his hand to stop the disciples' discussions, and he had to give them respect.

The fragrance of tea lingers, like the shadow of a sail passing by, leaving thousands of lonely waves on the river.

The closing note is like a thrush jumping off a cliff, and the bird's chirp echoes, returning to dust. When the sun is solstice, the water floods the stone steps, and even the rain is not willing to end this sloppy.

The gong sounded again, and when he turned around, he happened to meet the eyes of both sides.

It is like a shower lingering on half of everyone's shoulders, and it is more like a breeze kissing the eyebrows of all beings instead of heaven and earth.

If you want to ask Su Xiaoxiao why she is emotional, she only says that this opera is wonderful.

……

Xue: Su Long and Wei Hu are the mediators, and Prime Minister Wang Cheng is my main marriage.

Wang: I don't know when it comes to other people's slaves, then Su Long and Wei Hu are in-laws, you and I will enter the prime minister's mansion together, and the three of them will make it clear together.

Xue: The three of them have a hatred for me, and he will not admit it if he grits his teeth

Wang: My father was an official eunuch in the court, and the gold and silver in the palace were piled up like a mountain.

Xue: Xiliangchuan has 40 singles and 8 stations, and I don't want money for military dignitaries.

Wang: I went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and told my father that there are thousands of small family members. Drive you into the official office, beat you with boards, put sticks, throw yourself in prison, and go to prison, so that it is easy for you to think before and retreat!

Xue: Sister-in-law doesn't have to argue skillfully, even if she is in front of the official for the army? I'll take care of it outside the ya, and tell my sister-in-law to break it off with us!

Wang: The military master Hugh wants to speak wildly, and bullying slaves is like bullying the sky. Xiliang Tartar beheaded you, and his wife and children were like slaves.

Xue: What a chaste Wang Baochuan, all kinds of flirting are in vain. He took out a silver ingot from his bosom and put it on the earth. This ingot of silver is three by two or three, and it is given to the sister-in-law as a dowry. Buy ayaluo, make clothes, make jewelry, set hairpin rings, and be a teenager couple in a few years!

Wang: I don't want this ingot, but I want to settle down with your mother. Buy ayaluo, make clothes, buy white paper, paste white flags, make jewelry, make makeup, and end up with the name of a filial son spread in the world that day.

Xue: It's a martyr who shouldn't go out of the embroidery room, why did she come to the side of the avenue, and she had bad intentions for you, and she came and went, and went to Xiliang with a horse and two hips......

The very classic Wujiapo excerpt is a touching song about the separation of husband and wife for 18 years, but in today's developed information, other meanings can always be heard.

"How can a husband who hasn't seen his wife for eighteen years and flirts and tempts him in every way as soon as he comes back!"

"What a prime minister's daughter, Wang Baochuan, speaks without leakage, and every sentence is thorny!"

"After digging wild vegetables for eighteen years, won't you plant some land?"

"I think Wang Baochuan is a love brain, and Xue Pinggui is also a scumbag!"

"At the end of the story, Wang Baochuan died after being the queen for eighteen days, is it really worth it?"

"If I were Wang Baochuan, I would never give up my parents."

"I think that Xue Pinggui was not sincere at all later!"

"It's Xue Pinggui who died, and it's King Xiliang who comes back!"

……

As far as the story goes, the disciples are talking about it, which is a happy ending, but it always makes people feel embarrassed.

"Well, a story is a story, and discussion and discussion can't change the ending."

Regarding the arguments of the disciples, Su Xiaoxiao didn't say who was right and who was wrong, the play had already come to an end, and it was useless to say such meaningless rhetoric.

"Thank you all for your support today, we should have stepped back from the stage, but today we will add another stroke to the end!"

The two protagonists sing well, and their soulmates are difficult to reconcile, and today because of Su Xiaoxiao and his disciples' support, their hearts are stirring.

"It's an honor!" Su Xiaoxiao said that for these Peking Opera actors, she respects them from the bottom of her heart.

The sound of gongs and drums, the protagonist appears again:

"Qu Gao may not be unknown to people, he has his own bosom friend and clear words, and the red tassel hunting sword meteor points to the angry tide and washes the sea and clears the ......"

It's the lyrics of the goddess, and it's unexpectedly appropriate to put it here.

"Master, what are they singing?"

"Shhhh Watch the show......"