[The red dust returns alone, and the bitter sea floats away]

"Who are you?"

The obscure and suppressed voice of the sick seedling came, and a pair of dead fish eyes stared at the direction of the blood pool, and his expression was full of jealousy.

There, there was a white dress.

The most striking thing is the white hair that is tied up randomly.

"Painting, it's true. ”

The person who came did not answer the words of the sick man, but said to himself, revealing a faint affirmation in his calm tone.

The sick seedling's face changed a few times, and then he looked at the figure next to the blood pool with a somewhat suspicious gaze.

"If you know, why don't you tell them?"

"Do you think trust is more important than the truth?"

The visitor chuckled when he heard this, turned to look at the sick seedling in front of him, and did not have any surprise because of his sick appearance.

"Are you?!"

After seeing the handsome face of the white cloth, the sick Yangzi suddenly changed his complexion, and then sat down on the ground all of a sudden, as if all his strength was instantly drained.

I saw that the expression on his pale face was uncertain, and the eyes of the two dead fish were at the maximum, and their bodies trembled slightly, but they didn't know whether they were excited or sad, or both, but in the end, they all turned into two lines of tears.

"Disciple Fan Hui, meet my teacher~"

The sick seedling trembled all over, and his voice trembled, and then he touched the ground with his head, kowtowed deeply to the white hair, and did not raise his head for a long time.

Sadness is like a song, and surprise is like a parent.

This time it was the turn of the white hair to show a look of surprise.

"You, don't you recognize the wrong person, how can I ever have a disciple like you, and it's still in this underground where you don't see the light of day?"

The voice of the sick seedling became more and more sad, but it revealed a strong joy.

"The division has been asleep for 900 years, and then he has gone from the tomb this week, and the seven stars here return to the guest bureau are under the master's cloth! There are also patterns on the 10,000-year-old gloomy wooden coffin that are also carved by the division himself."

"Now that a hundred years have passed, the division has come back again, I don't know if it is"

The white-haired brow furrowed, and said lightly

"Nonsense. ”

The sick seedling seemed to sense the coldness in Bai Fa's words, and immediately lowered his head, took out a scroll in his arms with one hand, and then held it with both hands, and praised it in his mouth

"A hundred years ago, the teacher expected everything here, and he left nineteen sentences before leaving, so please take a look at it. ”

Hearing this, the white hair stepped forward with a little doubt, and directly took the scroll from the hand of the sick seedling, and then slowly unfolded the scroll, and suddenly a simple and desolate atmosphere came to his face, and a column of handwriting came into his eyes.

Between the words and sentences, there are occasional landscape freehand, the painting style is simple, noble and refined, in which the brush blade is sometimes vigorous and bold, sometimes delicate and smooth, revealing the extraordinary penmanship attainments of the calligrapher here.

Yun Xuan stretched out one hand lightly, and slowly rolled the other hand, and after reading through it, he roughly knew the content of the scroll, and fell into contemplation for a while, and his heart was full of thoughts, and he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

Jun was born with a different way, and he thought about tenderness for thousands of years.

Painting spring rain on the autumn wind alone, lightly changing the new peach for the sycamore.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and a few lonely lights are not bright.

The iron sword is stained with rust at night, and the two fish murmur and swim in a double warp.

In the deep courtyard of the jade crushed Tianshan Mountain, the orchid is crying and dewing in the peach blossoms.

Looking at the broken place of the dragon neck, the rock is hideous and terrifying.

Who is better in the Twelve Palaces, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are all grandiose.

There will be thousands of people on the same path, and the three teachings of the same initiates are endless.

Compared with 48,000 Dao, the Dao is divided into three sects.

In the west, enter the Garan to enlighten sentient beings, and enter the Lingyun Cultivation Divine Court in the east.

The princes of the south cultivated the holy body, and the collection of the great works was especially unpassable.

Linjiang is empty and sung the sad flute, and it is difficult to write the old things with flowers.

Daoling feathered and returned, and He Shisheng came to the east again.

Borrowed from the treasure of King Qianzong of Zhou, came to cloth and returned to the guest even seven stars.

Nine hundred years of tomorrow, once wake up from a dream and come back to life.

Who is born without hating life, every sentence is the sound of vicissitudes.

Three thousand miles away, one person lives, and he travels alone in front of the sixteen peaks.

The cold mountain dwells in the wild temple, and the green lantern ancient scroll paints the hidden city.

King's Landing should be just right at this time, and it will carry the clouds into the sky.

There are nineteen sentences in the text, sprinkled with waves, which seem to be tender like water, and seem to be majestic, and seem to have a thousand regrets and thousands of loneliness in it.

After reading every sentence, it seems that you can vaguely see a Confucian scholar in fluttering clothes standing in the abyss, or invincible, or a lonely shadow of the green light, until all the prosperity is gone, and he is the only one who gradually drifts away, quietly disappearing.

Look at the payment place, there are three small characters.

Zhang Zizhong in the book.

"In the deep courtyard of the jade crushed Tianshan Mountain, the orchid is crying and the peach blossoms are in the dew. ”

"Youlan weeps in the peach blossoms. ”

"Orchid"

Yun Xuan muttered in a low voice, and the memory that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind, replaying it over and over again.

"Hiss~"

Yun Xuan suddenly covered his forehead and rubbed it vigorously.

Vaguely, I felt that I had forgotten too many things, and everything gradually became a blank, even my own experience in another world gradually became blank.

The only thing that can be remembered is the experience of martial arts on Taicang Mountain.

Even the experience of Taicang Mountain has a feeling like a dream, but I feel that I am the real self in this world.

It's scary to think about.

Yun Xuan's forehead rarely broke out in a cold sweat.

The problem must be with Lingjun!

Yun Xuan remembered the scene that happened during the day.

Golden swords, relics, scrolls.

These three seem to be of the same origin, but they are separated.

"Who is better in the Twelve Palaces, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism are all grandiose.

There will be thousands of people on the same path, and the three teachings of the same initiates are endless.

Compared with 48,000 Dao, the Dao is divided into three sects.

In the west, enter the Garan to enlighten sentient beings, and enter the Lingyun Cultivation Divine Court in the east.

The princes of the south cultivated the holy body, and the collection of the great works was especially unpassable. ”

Yun Xuan looked at this paragraph again, and seemed to have a little more understanding in his heart.

"Confucianism, Taoism, Buddha. ”

"The three religions are initiates, and all the ways return to the stream, turning into three sects. ”

From this point of view, the Lingjun sword should represent the Tao, and the relics are the Buddha, so this scroll naturally represents Confucianism. ”

At this time, looking at the scroll again, Yun Xuan instantly found that this object was the same as the illusory scroll manifested by the bright sun during the day.

And every sentence in the scroll, most of it seems to be my own experience, and every time I read it, there seems to be a vague picture flashing in my mind.

The more vague it is, the more you have to think about it, and the more you think about it, the more you can't think of it.

When I can't remember it, I feel infinitely angry.

"Boom!"

The Spring Thunder Sword in Yun Xuan's sleeve sounded without urging, as if he felt the anger of his master, and flew out directly from his sleeve.

Seeing the spring thunder, Yun Xuan's mood calmed down a little.

The existence of Chunlei at least proves its own truth.

After another half an hour, Yun Xuan skimmed his eyes and asked

"Zhang Zizhong is your teacher?"

"Yes. ”

"The name of the family teacher is not Yong, in the word, the number is the young dragon. ”

Yun Xuan looked at the sick seedling and handed him the scroll with one hand.

"My name is Yunxuan, no word, no number. ”

"It's not Zhang Zizhong. ”

The sick seedling just kowtowed again, and said in his mouth

"He's you, you're not him"

"But you can have his memories, and you are him again. ”

"Therefore, Jun is also my teacher. ”

Fan Hui seemed to know a lot, and after a few words, the field fell into silence again.

Have his memories?

Yun Xuan muttered in his heart, allowing himself to be proficient in his minds, his Xuan Gong is powerful, and he has no skills but has no way to solve the problem at hand.

All this happened as if it had been arranged a long time ago, and it was confusing.

"King's Landing should be right at this time, and it will carry the clouds into the sky. ”

The last sentence in the scroll mentions the clouds, which is a trick that only you can do.

And looking at the meaning of these two sentences, it is obvious that he is preparing for himself, this person named Zhang Buyong is really himself?

What happened a thousand years ago? Where did Zhang Buyong go after 900 years of sleep? What happened in the next 100 years?

A series of questions flashed, and Yun Xuan only felt that he seemed to be caught in the whirlpool of time and space, and suddenly his headache became more and more splitting.

At this moment, a pale golden long sword in the sea of knowledge suddenly emitted a burst of coolness, and bursts of golden light emitted, calming Yun Xuan's turbulent thoughts, Yun Xuan suddenly felt a burst of clarity coming, and the headache subsided.

It is the culprit who caused everything, Lingjun.

Yun Xuan simply stopped looking at the scroll in his hand, and put away the spring thunder and the scroll together.

Being is the way, and instead of resisting, it is better to go with the flow.

The so-called cultivation of the Tao is nature.

Yun Xuan's frowning brows relaxed, and then he smiled lightly, took a few steps forward to help the sick seedling, and said

"I want to hear about it. ”

The sick seedling was flattered, bowed down and didn't wait to speak, and coughed dry for a while, and then told his past experience.

It turned out that this Zhang Buyong was the leader of Confucianism thousands of years ago, and he was one of the most outstanding disciples of Confucius, and Fan Hui worshiped the door wall in Zhang Buyong's later years, and Zhang Buyong at that time had lived for more than two hundred years.

It happened that the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were bored, and the king of Zhou You had no intention of ruling the government, so the two of them went to lobby for his mausoleum before his death, Zhang Buyong stayed all night Qimen, and he was a Confucian master, Ji Gongyan naturally respected him, and he was even more excited when he heard that he could be resurrected.

In this way, the two used King Zhou You to collect all the materials needed for the layout, and finally after King Zhou You's death, they directly burned his body into ashes.

Then all the clan members, as well as some of the princes, were attracted by the resurrection theory, and entered the tens of thousands of coffins in the Zhou Tomb, waiting for the resurrection after a thousand years.

Before entering the coffin, everyone was taught a mysterious method by Zhang Buyong, according to this method, it can be guaranteed that they will still absorb the qi of heaven and earth after sleeping, and ensure that the body will not rot.

In fact, these people have been deceived by Zhang Buyong, how can there be any way to resurrect the dead in this world, but it is just another form to make people fall asleep, and the key to intoxication is that method.

Zhang Buyong was the first to wake up a hundred years ago, and Fan Hui was still asleep at that time. Later, he was forcibly awakened by Zhang Buyong, and then he learned that the so-called resurrection was nothing more than a scam.

Zhang Buyong's real purpose is actually to use the vitality of these thousands of people to nourish his own vitality, which is also the reason why he can wake up after a thousand years.

Fan Hui is purely stained.

Fan Hui once asked Zhang Buyong if he used other people's vitality to extend his own life, wouldn't it be intolerable to do so.

Zhang Buyong only replied to him with one sentence, this is the destiny of these people, and it is also the destiny of him and himself.

When Zhang Buyong left a hundred years ago, he mentioned that one day another self would come here, and then he would bring the rolling spring thunder to create a new destiny, and his destiny was to wait for this new destiny to tell him everything that happened during this period.

And Fan Hui was forcibly awakened by him, and soon fell into a deep sleep again, and was left in the main coffin by Zhang Buyong, continuing to wait for the arrival of the Mandate of Heaven.

Unexpectedly, something happened in this.

I don't know when a group of Penglai people came to this Zhou tomb, and after spending a lot of manpower and material resources, these people finally cracked the Qimen Dunjia formation here, but later transformed this place into their underground den.

Later, I don't know where these people came up with an evil method, refining all the hundreds of thousands of corpses into corpse oil, which was used to cultivate something they called a dragon.

Fan Hui escaped by luck that day, but because the corpses were taken away, his vitality was disordered, and he became the virtue he is now because he was originally handsome, and later took the opportunity to blend into their dragon cultivation team, until now.

The sick seedling smiled bitterly when he said this, and continued

"All this is like a dream, the illusory is simply unreal, and the only person who can see it clearly is only a character like Shi. ”

When Yun Xuan heard this, his eyes also showed a look of confusion.

Destiny can be changed, but destiny cannot be changed.

Was all this predestined?

Leaving aside the troubles in his heart, Yun Xuan glanced at the corpses of the Penglai people in the place and said

"You killed all these people?"

saw that the sick seedling shook his head, and then nodded again.

"Although I didn't kill these people, they have something to do with me. My current ability is just a virtual appearance, if I really do it, any master can destroy me. ”

A look of confusion flashed in the eyes of the sick seedling.

"Since I don't wake up normally, I'm not technically a human being, so I can't see the sun, and if I show up during the day, my skin will be burned by the scorching sun. ”

"Even on rainy days, I still can't go out, and once I do, I'll be attacked by thunder, and God is treating me like a demon. ”

"The reason why my throat is the way it is is also caused by repeated attempts. ”

Fan Hui smiled bitterly and continued

"These people cultivate the so-called dragon by killing people, and in the end, they use Gu to control his mind, making him the sharpest sword in their hands. ”

"After I got in, I was also treated as part of the duel by them, and I was imprisoned in a cave they had carved out in the wounded gate, and I fed on corpse oil every day. ”

"As I drank more and more corpse oil, I seemed to have an extra ability, that is, I would never die, and even if I was seriously injured, I could slowly recover. ”

"The so-called Gu is a group of small insects that are almost invisible to the naked eye, which can be used to confuse people's minds, and the caster can use them to hypnotize the host and carry out his own orders closely. ”

"The Gu worms in the world are out of Miaofu, this kind of thing that has been lost, I'm afraid it is only there. ”

Yun Xuan's brows furrowed, but it was the first time he had heard of such a terrifying thing in this world.

The sick seedling seemed to have guessed Yun Xuan's intentions and continued

"If you want to know about the conspiracy of the Penglai people, you might as well go to Miaofu County for a trip, maybe you can gain something. ”

Yun Xuan nodded, thoughtful.

"After they gave the dragon a Gu, I recovered again, and then quietly found the dragon, and with great effort, I finally transferred half of the Gu on his body, which allowed him to regain some of his consciousness. ”

"Not long ago, this group of Penglai people seemed to have changed on it, and suddenly released the dragon, but they killed them one by one as soon as the dragon came here. ”

"Then I sent him outside along Dumen, presumably the Penglai people outside should also be killed by him. ”

"These people didn't succeed in stealing chickens, they ate a handful of rice, and in the end they died completely, which can also be used as the price for them to break into Zhou Ling. ”

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

The sick seedling told the past, and he coughed again, and his face gradually turned sallow, and he continued to speak after he recovered

"This Qimen formation actually has another effect, which is to suppress the ancient blood pool here, and there is a sea of blood connected to this blood pool, and now the formation has almost been destroyed. ”

"The blood is monstrous, there will be a great demon coming to the world, and it must not be allowed to enter this blood pool, otherwise there will be endless troubles. ”

The sick seedling looked at the pool of blood, his tone gradually became weak, and his face was also covered with the color of a trace of gold paper.

"I'm afraid that in the future, there will be a lot of ghosts and ghosts born in this heaven and earth. ”

Yun Xuan looked at his appearance, frowned, and then took his pulse, and was taken aback at this look, I don't know when, this person's pulse has obviously reached the point of sunset.

Back to light!

Apparently not as he said, he couldn't die.

"Aren't you going to die?"

Yun Xuan looked at the sick seedlings in front of him, and a trace of sadness inexplicably rose in his heart.

There seemed to be a hint of joy on the sick seedling's face, and he continued to look at the pool of blood in the distance and said

"The reason why he has been alive all this time is just a living dead with a breath of air, and now that he is fortunate to be able to meet his teacher, this breath is about to disperse. ”

"Maybe I can give it a try, maybe you'll still be alive. ”

When the sick seedling heard this, a pair of dead fish eyes bloomed with a burst of light, and then dimmed again, as if he was muttering in a low voice, and he couldn't hear what he said.

I saw him suddenly struggling, kneeling on the ground again, kowtowing to Yun Xuan three times with a bang, and then speaking a lot more neatly, there was no longer half a point of obscurity in his voice, but became peaceful and neutral.

"After all, the teacher is an elder, how can he watch the disciple go one step ahead of the teacher. ”

"Disciple Fan Hui, I implore my teacher, move away~"

The voice was sad, but with a touch of unwavering determination.

"Please, master, move!"

Yun Xuan took one last look at Fan Hui, who was kneeling in front of him, sighed and patted him on the shoulder, and then showed a smile again.

He walked out without looking back.

Only Fan Hui was left in the large space, sitting on the ground casually.

This Confucian monk, who has spanned thousands of years, finally realized his destiny today, and finally let go of the heavy burden that had been pressed on his body for more than a thousand years.

"You're not him after all. ”

The sick man let out a long sigh, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and a voice filled the empty hall, sending out a burst of echoes.

"Heaven and earth are plates, all beings are sons, and the two sons of black and white are fought for by me, but in the end it is just for one breath. ”

The sick seedling slowly lay down, and a pair of eyes were fixed on the stone wall above his head.

His gaze seemed to penetrate all obstacles, and finally saw a blue sky and white clouds, the grass grew and the warbler flew under the blue sky, the mountains and mountains were undulating, and the rivers were rushing endlessly, rushing to the far east.

and

That glare of sunlight.

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YQF: Let's talk about the units of measurement in the book.

Four feet is about one meter now, and twelve feet is one zhang.

About Master's explanation

There are parents who are called teachers, and no fathers and no mothers are called masters.

Taoism chooses disciples, so most of them are orphans, and they are for the sake of escape.

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