Song Yuxin was stunned and asked, "But you were robbed?" ”

Gu Yifang said: "It's strange to say, the brocade box is locked, the secret cabinet is locked, and there is a layer of cabinets outside, which is also locked, and the three locks are all intact, but the picture is missing." ”

Song Yuxin took a breath and said, "Can the fairy from Tongtian Island know about this?" ”

Gu Fang said: "When Tongtian Island came to the mainland, my Gu ancestors had reported this matter to the fairy, and the fairy sighed, this is the will of heaven, only teach me to wait for a good life to take care of the archway, if the archway is damaged, then the gate of the fairy world will be closed, and they will not come again." I, the Gu Immortal, then asked the fairy for a copy of the drawing, but the fairy said, this is the only picture, and there is no copy. ”

Song Yuxin said: "Didn't you copy one when you built the archway?" ”

Gu Yifang said: "The villagers are all rough people, afraid of staining the things of the immortals, the ancestors have also copied one, and it has been kept by Qiu Liu, the master stonemason invited from China. After the archway was built, Master Qiu returned to Middle-earth and never came again, so far hundreds of years have passed, Master Qiu is only afraid that he has already done the ancient, I don't know if the picture can be passed on to his descendants. ”

Song Yuxin said: "When I go back and report to the head of the family, maybe he has a way." ”

Gu Fang took a deep look and said, "Youlao Xiaodao is long!" ”

The family members of those who were stoned to death by the stone archway cried to death, and the scene was chaotic, Song Yuxin frowned and said: "Village Chief Gu, let's find a quiet place and discuss countermeasures." ”

Gu Fang said: "Come to my house!" ”

He led the way in front, followed by Song Yuxin, Hu Gaixi, Ren Shifa, etc., and the group left the entrance of the village.

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After the middle-aged man who described him as depressed committed the murder, he saw that no one was stopping him, so he swaggered away.

Turning onto a stone path, all the way up the slope, to a hill, you can see all kinds of dense trees, a derivative of life, as if the tragic situation of the right talent has been separated from the nine days.

The mountains and forests are quiet, the birds are singing and the insects are chirping, a light breeze blows, the treetops are swaying, the branches and leaves are swaying, and there is a faint clicking sound, accompanied by a few muffled shouts.

Click, click, click-

Smack, smack, smack—

One sings and one harmonizes, very rhythmic.

After walking a few more steps, the sound became louder, through a dense forest, and suddenly it became clear in front of me, it was a clearing, a young man was holding an iron sword to cut a large tree of one thickness, and the cut "smack", leaving some mottled pits on the big tree.

When he saw the middle-aged man coming, he stopped cutting the tree, a flush appeared on his face, and he looked at the middle-aged man a little shyly.

The two met at the Xianlai Inn, and the young man was twelve-year-old Ren Zifei.

The middle-aged man walked to a big tree not far away and sat down, took a sip of wine, and asked, "What are you chopping?" ”

Ren Zifei hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "I'm chopping wood." ”

The middle-aged man swept the open space with his gaze and said, "Where is the firewood you chopped?" ”

Ren Zifei pointed to the big tree in front of him and said, "I haven't cut it down yet." ”

The middle-aged man said: "Hugh wants to lie to me, that big tree, you have to say that it takes half a month and twenty days to cut down, and there are so many dead trees that you don't cut down, why do you have a soft spot for that old tree?" ”

Ren Zifei said hesitantly: "I, I, I ......"

But I couldn't go on.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "You're practicing martial arts, right?" ”

Ren Zifei was told that his mind was broken, and his face turned even redder, and he simply admitted loudly: "So what? ”

The middle-aged man stopped laughing, took another sip of wine, and said, "Do you want to be a cultivator so much?" ”

Ren Zifei puffed up and said, "So what? ”

The middle-aged man said, "Then why don't you come to the master to learn art?" Like you, it's rare to get an inch when you're white-headed. ”

Ren Zifei's expression dimmed, he threw his hand down, stuck the iron sword on the ground, sat down against the big tree, and said dejectedly: "No one is willing to accept me, they all say that my qualifications are too poor." ”

The middle-aged man said, "Then how about I accept you?" ”

Ren Zifei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise: "Really? ”

The middle-aged man said, "Really, why did I lie to you as a child?" ”

Ren Zifei asked, "But what will you do?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "I will know all if they will, and I will also do if they don't. ”

The light in Ren Zifei's eyes became stronger, and he said, "Then which sect are you?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "The Temple of Death." ”

Ren Zifei exclaimed, jumped up, picked up the iron sword, crossed it in front of his chest, and shouted, "Are you from the Demon Dao?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "I don't know which way it is, you say it's the devil's way, then it's the devil's way." ”

Ren Zifei didn't see the middle-aged man commit murder, and when he saw that he didn't seem to have malicious intent, he relaxed his vigilance and said, "I don't worship people in the Demon Dao as teachers, you go, I'm going to chop wood." ”

The middle-aged man didn't leave, and asked, "Why?" ”

Ren Zifei walked to a dead tree, waved his iron sword, crackled and slashed a few times, dropped a branch the thickness of an arm, and said: "Once you step into the demon path, you will never become an immortal, and you will be shamed by the world." ”

The middle-aged man's face was angry, but he didn't have a seizure after all, and said: "How happy the world is, why do you have to become an immortal?" ”

Ren Zifei cut down a dead branch again, and said depressedly: "What happiness is there in the mortal world? It's all distress, I'm just a superfluous person, no one treats me. ”

The anger on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, and he said, "Then what if you go to the sky, and you are also a superfluous immortal that the immortal does not want to see?" ”

Ren Zifei was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said: "The immortals are lenient, and they will never favor one over the other!" ”

The middle-aged man said, "Have you ever seen a fairy?" ”

Ren Zifei shook his head.

The middle-aged man said, "Then how do you know that the gods will not favor one over the other?" ”

Ren Zifei was stunned again, obviously this question stumped him.

The middle-aged man said: "Zi Fei fish, the joy of Anzhi fish?" Zi is not an immortal, and he knows the suffering of immortals? If you go to heaven and become a superfluous immortal that the gods don't want to see, you are not happy every day, you don't want to live and you can't die, once you think about the lower realm, you will be punished by the emperor of heaven, or degraded to pigs and dogs, and take food from animals; Or become a demon and be in the company of wild beasts, how can that be good? ”

Ren Zifei looked at the middle-aged man steadily, and said after a while: "Then I will also be an immortal." ”

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said, "Then you can kill me!" ”

Ren Zifei said in surprise: "I have no grievances with you, why do I want to kill you?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "I won't tell you, I'm now in an embarrassing situation where I am unhappy every day, and I want to die but can't die." ”

Ren Zifei said strangely: "You just said how happy the world is, why are you not happy every day now?" ”

The middle-aged man's expression was a little sad, and he said, "My woman, alas, will understand when you grow up." ”

Ren Zifei sighed, ignored him, and continued to chop wood.

The middle-aged man seemed to say to Ren Zifei, and as if he was talking to himself: "I have lived for more than 800 years, and in the first hundred years, I have been thinking about getting ahead, practicing hard every day, and finally achieving a small success, and I am a first-class master in my sect."

"In the second hundred years, I was eager to live forever, and I continued to practice diligently, and finally achieved something.

"In the following three hundred years, I first unified the six factions of the Demon Dao, and then surrendered to the righteous path.

"In the last 300 years, I had no purpose, and I gradually felt that life was boring, and I wanted to taste what it was like to die. I have killed countless people in my life, but no one can kill me, what a natural injustice! ”

Ren Zifei only said that he was talking nonsense, so he ignored him and only cared about chopping wood.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he seemed to be a little decadent, leaned against the tree with his legs crossed, drank a few sips of wine, sighed, and said: "However, even if I have vast magical powers and boundless mana, I can't let all the people in the world bow down to me, nor can I let everyone who surrenders to me be sincere, and I can't even stop the betrayal of the people around me. ”

Ren Zifei still didn't answer.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, beckoning and shouting, "Hey, that kid, come and kill me!" ”

Ren Zifei stopped his movements, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I won't kill anyone, you can kill yourself." ”

The middle-aged man said: "How can you become an immortal if you can't kill people?" ”

Ren Zifei said: "Only bad people kill people, and immortals are good people." ”

The middle-aged man said, "Which cultivator hasn't killed anyone?" What immortal has never had blood on his hands? Kill is to save people, come on, try the edge of your sword! ”

Ren Zifei looked down at the iron sword in his hand and said, "Then I won't be an immortal, you better ask for another master." ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "I'll teach you a way to let the Magpie Gate take you as an apprentice?" ”

Ren Zifei's face was overjoyed, and he asked, "What way?" ”

The middle-aged man said: "The Magpie Gate has issued a reward order to the world, whoever can kill me, they will let whoever is their head, and at the same time serve as the leader of the Seven Sects Alliance of the Righteous Path, why worry about no one to teach you to cultivate at that time." ”

Ren Zifei said: "I can't be the leader, let alone the leader of the alliance, I don't have that ability." ”

The middle-aged man's face suddenly turned cold, and he said fiercely: "If you don't kill me, I will kill you!" ”

Ren Zifei was shocked, trembling all over, the iron sword fell to the ground, he looked at the middle-aged man with a panicked face, bent down to pick up the iron sword, calmed down, and said: "I know martial arts, don't mess around!" ”

The middle-aged man smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed it out of thin air, and the iron sword in Ren Zifei's hand came into his hand, and the same method as in the Xianlai Inn, he looked at the sword left and right in front of him, and said: "It's a good sword, much stronger than the sword of the stinky Taoist priest, hey, who is this Li Yuan?" ”

Ren Zifei always thought that he was a drunkard, and he was bored to entertain him after drinking, but when he saw him resorting to methods, he was immediately frightened, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't speak.

The middle-aged man raised his hand casually, and the iron sword returned to Ren Zifei's hand, and said, "Come, kill me!" Swords are used to kill, not to chop wood. ”