In front of the temple, several people were a little anxious, and glanced at the direction in which Li Shuishan left.

Yao Feng woke up from a sleep here and asked, "Senior, do you want to continue to wait for that little gentleman?"

The storyteller nodded.

In the blink of an eye on this day, the yellow that fell on the side was obliquely shining through the light. There was a slight rain in Qingshui City, and the sunlight in front of the temple gradually receded.

Little by little, the sunlight fell on the yellow spot on the storyteller's face, and in half an hour it fell to the corner of his eye, revealing a deep wrinkle. He slowly opened his eyes, squinted at the sun with only a corner left, and closed his eyes again.

Yao Feng was a little impatient, but he still sat here with the storyteller.

He had a lot of doubts in his mind, not only because after his predecessors saved his life, he criticized his swordsmanship, and then when he was a sincere follower, he refused.

He was eager to ask the storyteller why he didn't take him as an apprentice, or if he didn't have that kind of talent.

Since he followed the fourth son of Langfu, he never thought that he would be hunted down by the other party, but he has figured out some things during these times. Somehow, he fell into the trap of the fourth son, while he was dealing with the corpses that had been killed by the storyteller. The faces he saw, as well as the patterns, were partly owned by Sizi Langbai's subordinates.

There were even some killers he hadn't seen before, and they didn't look like people from Clearwater City.

It made him think of the big city across the mountain, in the nameless city, countless strange people, opening stones with their bare hands, and looking at the six roads. All this was going on around him and he couldn't explain it.

Yao Feng looked at the storyteller who closed his eyes, sighed himself, and muttered: "Maybe I have no relationship with my predecessors, and I have no relationship with the path of Taoists." ”

The old dwarf man on the side didn't dare to speak loudly, and glanced at the storyteller from time to time. His expression was very entangled, if it was because the storyteller knew something about him, in his cognition, he had never seen such a simple Taoist.

"The Great Freedom of the Dao" is a time record that knows the past and the present, and is thought to be a historical collection when it is not known. If anyone knows, he will understand that the truth contained in this book is completely beyond his own understanding. Borrowing, building, dreaming, metaphysics.... All kinds of strange knowledge and decency can be found in it, and when everyone reaches the state of mind, if they are used properly, they can avoid some detours.

If you covet the effects of magic and use its secrets to do things that go against nature, you are killing yourself.

He had only heard a few of the descriptions, but had not read the actual literature. If the storyteller in front of him was the compiler, then the desire in his heart would instantly move.....

He hesitated a few times and spoke: "Daoist, but.... Ann before. ”

The storyteller did not speak, nor did he open his eyes.

The space froze instantly, and he stared dryly at the dusk in front of him, afraid that a sentence would cause the storyteller to be unhappy, but the storyteller did not answer.

When a cold wind blew, and the gourd in the dwarf old man's hand was still steaming, as if there was endless water pouring out of the treasure gourd, then the storyteller opened his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter who I am, do you have anything you want to ask?"

The dwarf old man took down the treasure gourd in his hand, opened his bead-like eyes, and showed respect, "The younger generation wants to know, where was "The Great Freedom Dao" written, and how was it written?"

The storyteller did not answer whether his guess was correct, but the old dwarf was obviously not interested in the content of "The Great Freedom of Freedom", but wanted to know if the place where the book was written was a place he had never been.

The storyteller was silent for a moment and said, "I can tell you, but I have a request. It's kind of a thing for a thing. And your master won't be angry at you for asking me about that book. ”

The old dwarf was very happy, and hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Senior, you might as well say, a few things, dozens of things, I can help you do." ”

The storyteller spoke:

"The book is from the sky, the sky is rafter, and the word is built. In the distance, a water dragon soars into the sky, a phoenix spreads its wings, and Nirvana is born. This way is taken from nature and returned to nature. When a leaf lands, we find a mystery, spring, summer, autumn and winter, running its way. Water can turn into ice, water can carry boats, and it can also overturn boats, and a fruit under this tree fell on top of my head, and I saw the mystery, and the mystery lies in nature, borrowing the art of nature, and making my own magic.

The fruit under the tree festered, and the bones of the human body did not sleep.

It is taken from the sky, born on the earth, stored in the heart, written on paper.

From afar, everywhere is a place to write books. Walk all the way, stop in one place, see the natural changes, opportunities are hard to find, follow the nature, and transform all things. With his own magic, he fabricated it.

There are hundreds of mysteries in a technique, and there are thousands of fingers in a mystery, and a finger is like anything in all things, which can be done quietly. ”

The old man thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't understand, and he didn't have a clue, "What the seniors said is too mysterious, and I can only understand one of them." ”

He immediately refuted his path of cultivation and questioned his own path. He has always just put himself in front of the temple and felt the strong incense power of the old Taoist of the red qin, so as to solidify the spiritual power in his heart. But the little red boat that has been carrying it for several years is still not found out where its mental power is in the ocean of telekinesis.

Not only did he question whether this old Taoist of Hongqin was deceiving him, he was a little scared.

"I've been contemplating the realm for a long time, and I can't find the desires in my heart, and I don't know how to kill them. The old Taoist told me to wait quietly in front of the temple, but I have been waiting for more than ten years. Looking at the reincarnation of the four seasons in front of the temple, birth, old age, sickness and death. If I can't enter the state of mind and find the 'mountain' in my heart, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait long, and I will return to Huangquan like a mortal. The soul is swept up in the stars. ”

"After listening to what my predecessors said, I understand a little, but I don't understand it very well. I won't stay in this temple place for long, and I don't know if my predecessors have any recommendations for it, so I went on foot. ”

The storyteller frowned, obviously not satisfied with his answer, "I can't tell you where to go, everything is fate." Encountering is encountering, and it is useless not to encounter imposing. Please go where you want to go. ”

"Where do you want to go?" he muttered.

He thought about it for a long time.

If the old dwarf man was really as he thought, this would not affect him at all, but something that would determine his future, and he clenched his fists and bowed, "Thank you, senior." ”

The storyteller is very calm in his heart, although this kind of on-demand can show him a more mysterious path, but it is also more dangerous.

This also makes the old Taoist of Hongqin one less follower.

"And what about what I promised my seniors to do?"

He asked, eyes open.

The storyteller raised his finger and pointed at Yao Feng, "Take him as an apprentice." ”

The dwarf old man was a little unspeakable, and after a few glances at Yao Feng's body, the somewhat handsome face, plus the physique of practicing swords, was not bad.

"I've never taken in disciples, and I don't know how to teach. If it is requested by my seniors, I will accept it, in addition to my cultivation, there is also a little bit of small deviation skills, which can ensure that this young man does not die. Be my heir, and if I have one day, I can rely on you to guard the mountain. ”

He promised the storyteller that he could not go back on it.

"Senior, I agreed. If I leave here, I'll take him with me. ”

Yao Feng on the side understood the reason why the storyteller did not accept him as an apprentice, maybe it was really because his qualifications were not good, or his predecessors would not accept apprentices in his life, he still had some regrets in his heart, and this regret was stronger than Li Shuishan.

He doesn't have any small Taoist perfection himself, he just knows how to play with swords, but Li Shuishan can't.

"The mortal body should work harder than the others. Cultivation is originally against the heavens, and everything is unknown. Kill decisively, without any weakness. Although he is weak, his physique is the most suitable for sword cultivation, and the sword will not be lower than the heart. Although he has no divine powers, when he becomes a monk, he should be on par with you. ”

The old dwarf didn't expect to have such a high evaluation of Yao Feng, and from time to time he thought about how to take Yao Feng further to the next step.

"I remembered. ”

Yao Feng's eyes were blown by the dry wind, leaving a blurred vision.

He knelt on the ground and bowed, and shouted in his mouth, "Master." ”

This sentence shocked the dwarf old man's heart, how could he have thought that this young man would be so determined. Before he understood the cultivation and skills of this dwarf old man, he just listened to a few words from the storyteller and agreed.

This right to choose is also in Yaofeng, and it is also very good to be well evaluated by the storyteller, who is like a respected predecessor with extraordinary words.

The old dwarf man spoke:

"My name is a thought. I am your master from now on, and I only have three sword scores in my hands, one to open a mountain, one to water eyes, and one to flourish. All three are good qualities, and if someone asks about you, you can say, "You sit under my door." ”

"Master, I can't teach you how to be a peak person, but I want to keep you from being bullied. ”

"Under the sword, I don't know how to teach you, but it doesn't hurt me to let you enter the Tao. I don't know how talented you are, but I am also a mortal, so what are my shortcomings? When I was about the same as you, I was a kid who could only pout and yell at the ground in the mountains. ”

This is the fulfillment of the storyteller's promise.

Li Shuishan walked back slowly.

In the twilight, the figure is lonely.

In his hands he held two paintings, one given by the old man and the other a dilapidated scroll.

The eyes of several people looked at Li Shuishan at the same time, he didn't look directly, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped clean. In the sun, he silently loaded the scroll, and the cat took the initiative to climb onto his bookshelf, and he carried it tightly behind him.

"Let's go. ”

He was thin, thin, and at the head of the crowd. is completely different from the young man who came out of Taiping Town, there is not a single tear in his eyes, as if he can't fall......