The bright moonlight sprinkled on the ground, spreading a layer of silver veil on the village, and also sprinkled on the old blind man at the head of the village and the young man in the black robe who had just entered the village.

The young man in the black robe was frightened by the old blind man, walked to the stall, and said with a smile: "The old man is so late, why don't you go back to sleep, and still guard your stall?" ”

But the young man thought about it again, and he didn't do anything harmful to the village, so he stood up again.

The young man in the robe looked at the fortune-telling stall and muttered in a low voice: "The clay turtle, the mud money, and the cigarette stick seem to be a little familiar." ”

The blind fortune teller grinned a few big yellow teeth, looked at the young man in the black robe with a smile, and pointed to the cigarette pouch on the young man's waist: "Waiting for you to bring me cigarettes, I've been talking for a long time, and the greedy worm hooks the soul." ”

The young man was a little surprised, could it be that this old man was really waiting for him?

The young man looked at the dark yellow cigarette stick on the stall again, and always felt a little familiar, and asked without a trace: "Has the old man been outside the mountain or is he from outside the mountain?" ”

The fortune teller did not answer, and hooked the cigarette pouch around the young man's waist with a cigarette stick.

I opened the cigarette pouch in a hurry, took out a small handful of tobacco, put it on my nose and took a deep breath, and got rid of an old smoker.

"You pay me back!" The young man said in a hurry, "It's not much." ”

But the old blind man ignored him, lit the cigarette and took a puff, and after slowly exhaling a cloud of white gas, the pungent smell of the cigarette stayed in his throat for a long time before leaning on the mahogany chair with a satisfied face.

It's like talking to yourself, and it's like asking the young man in the robe.

"It's the smell of the old plant of Yunhaichuan, compared to when I picked the tobacco, these wisps of fairy aura have added a three-point fragrance, but the taste is much lighter?"

The fortune teller opened his eyes, looked at the young man in the black robe and affirmed: "This is the new shoot that grows from the cut root on the mother plant." ”

The young man's face became surprised, and he looked at the cigarette stick pinned to his waist, and then at the dark yellow cigarette stick that was smoking in the old blind man's hand, like his vein.

The cigarette stick in the old blind man's hand shook twice, was silent for a while, and took a sip to the sky.

The young man in the Xuanrobe was a little surprised: "The predecessor is the ancestor of the Xuanmen?" ”

The old blind man opened his pale eyes and looked at the night sky: "Me? ”

"yes......"

When the young man in the Xuanrobe heard this, his heart surged, and he looked at the old blind man and looked at it again and again, as if he was reflecting his ancestors.

The young man in the Xuanrobe thought of something, his eyes were slightly red, and his voice was expectant and eagerly asked, "How did the ancestor escape the unknown from the sky?" ”

The old blind man closed his eyes, and did not answer, but said, "You will know later." ”

I thought in my heart: "What you owe us, you can't escape, and you have to pay it back after all!" ”

The young man in the dark robe was not satisfied with the old blind man's words, and his face was filled with eagerness to know the answer, and the runes around him condensed, like the moonlight and cold.

The cigarette stick in the old blind man's hand slammed lightly, and the star-like runes shattered like a mirror, and a force of the same origin as the Xuanpao boy continued to erode the mystical runes carved by the Xuanpao boy on his body.

The formation patterns that the young man spent countless years carving in his heart were constantly dissipating, and they were originally engraved on the flesh and blood, and the pain of erosion was like a knife scraping bones, and the young man screamed in pain.

The old blind man frowned slightly: "Bear with it!" Your path is wrong, your physical body is weak, like a rootless Ping, and the aura drawing array is a shortcut and an obstacle. ”

The young man in the robe was in great pain, but he still refused to give up and asked, "How to avoid the unknown?" Ancestors! ”

But the old blind man ignored him, and after a long time, the old blind man stopped when he saw that the young man in the robe couldn't help it.

The black-robed boy was covered in blood, and after wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve, his voice was desolate.

"I knew it wasn't the right path...... But that road is so long, I don't know when someone will hack me to death? Or is it an unknown day when it will be burned clean? ”

The old blind man took a long breath, the Xuanmen vein is too bitter, the young man in the Xuanrobe is a child after all, seeing the old blind man is seeing the ancestors, in pain, in catharsis, in unwillingness...

The old blind man slammed the two cigarette sticks of the young man in the black robe, and his voice was high and domineering: "Then go and kill!" Kill until the sky and the earth fall apart, and kill until no one dares to stand in front of you. ”

The old blind man's voice was cold: "Let those who owe us back!" Otherwise, kill his whole family! Kill his whole family! ”

The old blind man's voice was like a raging wave, spewing a thick evil breath!

......

Today's night was a little noisy, Ye Cang was just lying on the bed, he heard the screams from the entrance of the village, and said with some surprise: "I haven't heard this voice, is it an outsider from Taoshan?" ”

Ye Cang looked around the room, his expression froze, and he shook his head slightly, with some indescribable taste in his eyes.

In the past, whenever he spoke, the little golden monkey always squeaked in response, but now, the room was too quiet......

Ye Cang got up from the bed and followed the sound towards the entrance of the village, but when Ye Cang passed by the school, the master's voice reached Ye Cang's ears.

"It's late at night, why don't you rest early, go to the village?"

Ye Cang was a little surprised that the master had not rested, stopped, turned around and respectfully said in the direction of the school: "The master has not rested yet?" The students saw that there were people from outside the mountain coming to the head of the village, so they wanted to go and see it? ”

"Go back, you have to go up the mountain tomorrow, the old blind man's family affairs, don't listen to indecent things." The Master's voice came from the hut.

After Ye Cang heard the words of his master, he lowered his head slightly, and he didn't even notice it: "Ye Cang knows his mistake!" ”

Ye Cang turned around and went back to his wooden house, and when Ye Cang walked away, there was a moan from the old flower house, and then said to the master: "He will be like you, like me, like an old bald donkey, like an old blind man, like an old shopkeeper."

Only in Momoyama can he calm down, he can't walk your way, he can't inherit your mantle.

When he leaves Peach Mountain, there will be 3,000 of us, and there will be 3,000 of him......"

The master smiled and agreed with the words of the old man Hua: "My road, he can't walk, even the three thousand roads of this peach mountain, he can't walk, and he can't bear anyone's mantle."

"But so what? He calls me Master, and I regard him as a disciple, and I don't need him to accept anything, that's enough.

You can't pay attention to it, your path has made you forget too much, and all kinds of past have been turned into nutrients, and you can't even see a trace in the fruit. ”

The old flower stopped making a sound, sighed, and his thoughts returned to his youth, and all the past appeared in front of him, but he couldn't taste the red dust.

After a long time, the master pushed the door out, straightened his gray beard, walked into the school, walked to the painting hanging in the school, and looked at the painting in a daze.

Even in the dark night, the Master could see the painting clearly, as if it had already been imprinted in the Master's heart.

The master raised his hand and touched the splendid mountains and rivers on the painting little by little, and the painting seemed to come to life, and the trees were blown to the sound of the words.

There are also clear currents and rapids, alternating between day and night, and the stars in the sky are different from night to night, like chaotic and chaotic, and like dark trajectories.

The scene in the painting is constantly changing, as if it moves from one scene to another, until it reaches a huge school palace.

The school palace is full of Confucian students, and the sound of students reading is constantly heard in the school palace, turning into a heroic atmosphere, hovering above the school palace, making the school palace more majestic.

But the picture came to an abrupt end here, and the master looked at the scroll, and for a while smiled bitterly at the scroll and said, "You, ......"

But the scroll did not react, just lay there calmly.

The master's face showed a trace of vicissitudes, and he whispered: "I am ashamed, but I have no regrets. ”