Seeing that Cheng Zhaozhao was reluctant to speak, Old Man Ji was not reluctant, and said, "Then do you still want to hear the story?"

"Yes, of course. Cheng Zhaozhao sat up straight, looking like he was listening.

"That's good, if the mood is worse after listening to it for a while, don't blame the old man for not reminding him. Old man Ji said and stretched out a hand to pill his head, staring at the copper money tree above his head.

Cheng Zhaozhao also lay on the rattan chair, looking up at the sky that was divided into countless pieces by the branches of the copper coin tree, and listened to the dull voice of the old man Ji coming slowly.

One day more than 300 years ago.

Dozens of earth-shattering thunderbolts suddenly appeared in the sky above Daping Village, which frightened the villagers to dodge, thinking that they had encountered some kind of natural disaster.

The thunder split for three days and three nights, and after the last thunder, the sky showed the scene of the sun and the moon shining together, which can be described as a great spectacle that Daping Village has never had.

Just when the villagers were talking energetically, Ji Tianmo returned to Old Man Ji's residence from the back mountain.

"Dad, you see that I have succeeded in advancing!" Ji Tianmo was excited, like a child waiting for praise.

Old man Ji didn't hear it, but leaned under the copper coin tree and looked up at the color of the sky.

Ji Tianmo is also used to the dull appearance of Old Man Ji, since his mother died, Old Man Ji has been depressed all day long, and he is not interested in anything.

"Dad, I'm a baby. Ji Tianmo reiterated again.

Although he is already a Yuan Infant cultivator, Ji Tianmo has been studying the art of Xuan Yan since he was a child, and his temperament is very simple, and his joy and anger are even more superficial.

Ji Tianmo's joy infected the old man Ji, and he saw him open his eyes and throw out a pair of tokens: "Take it, from today on, you will be the palace master of Xuanyan Palace." Do whatever you want in the future. ”

Ji Tian was overjoyed, not because he became the palace master of Xuanyan Palace, but because he could finally leave Daping Village.

The Ji clan has followed a rule since 10,000 years ago, that is, if you want to get out of the Xuanyan Palace, you must cultivate to at least the Yuanying Realm or become the palace master of the Xuanyan Palace.

Today, Ji Tianmo met two conditions at once.

Old man Ji didn't stop him, but said, "You can go anywhere, but you can't go to the West Pole." ”

Ji was puzzled, because his mother was Ling Tan, the daughter of the West Pole Demon Venerable, since his mother insisted on marrying Old Man Ji despite his father and brother's obstruction, the West Pole Demon Sect Hall issued a death order, once they met the monks of their Xuanyan Palace, they would be killed.

"Dad, I see. ”

Ji Tianmo remembered Old Man Ji's instructions, and did not go to any place related to the West Pole, but went to various places in the south.

Although Ji Tianmo is in the Yuan Infant Realm, it is the first time he has come into contact with the world outside Daping Village.

The magnificence and splendor of the immortal cultivation world made him linger, but his simplicity was also used by people in the immortal cultivation world, and his identity as the palace master of the Xuanyan Palace was quickly spread.

The monks of Tianchu have always been very enthusiastic about the Xuanyan hexagram, and in the past, it was because the monks of the Xuanyan Palace were too mysterious for them to have a chance to get acquainted.

But with such an opportunity in front of them, how could they miss it?

Ji Tilt Mo was asked by different monks to calculate the Xuan Yan hexagram for various reasons.

The folk customs of Daping Village are simple, and Ji Tianmo has also developed a helpful temperament, although he knows that the frequent use of the art of Xuan Yan will damage the foundation of the monks, but he can't refuse the bitter pleas of those monks.

After a long time, while the Xuanyan Gong Ji poured out Mo Xuanyan's art to become famous, his body also deteriorated, and his breath was often disordered, and his cultivation realm was unstable.

After that, Ji Tianmo suddenly disappeared in Tianchu.

One day, a hundred years later, Ji Tianmo suddenly returned to Daping Village.

"You still know you're coming back......" Old Man Ji blurted out the blame that could no longer continue.

Because Old Man Ji almost couldn't recognize the person who appeared in front of him, his handsome face became haggard, and when he saw Old Man Ji, he knelt down and gave him a big salute.

Old man Ji was startled by his appearance, and repeatedly asked him what had happened.

Ji Qian replied and asked: "Dad, as shown in the Xuan Yan hexagram, there is really no possibility of change?"

"You have been learning the art of occult performance since you were a child, don't you know what a fate is?

Old man Ji's words made Ji Tianmo smile bitterly: "Yes, the fate is determined in a few days, and there is no ...... change"

Ji poured goodbye to Old Man Ji, and left Daping Village again despite Old Man Ji's obstruction.

"I will always remember when I said those words, the last glimmer of light in Mo'er's eyes was annihilated. Old man Ji's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were full of endless remorse.

"If I hadn't answered him like that, maybe everything would have been different......"

It's a pity that there is never an what ifs in this world.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help asking: "In those years, you never cared about how your son was doing outside?"

Old man Ji's moist eyes slowly closed: "It's me who is sorry for Mo'er, in the years after my wife's death, I have been immersed in grief, living in a trance all day long, a hundred years is just a snap of my fingers, but it has caused Mo'er to become like that." ”

Old man Ji suppressed it for too long, covered his cheeks with his hands and cried bitterly, tears flowing down from his withered tree-like fingers.

Cheng Zhaozhao choked up, but she didn't know how to comfort her, it was the first time she had seen Old Man Ji so out of shape.

Although she still didn't know Old Man Ji's current cultivation, she knew that the monk had the ability to maintain his face forever since Jin Dan.

Old man Ji's now old face and increasingly stiff body can only show that the greatest torture in these years has come from his heart.

Whether it was the remembrance of his wife or the guilt of Ji Tianmo, it made him tired.

"Old man, the deceased is gone, if Senior Ji has a spirit in the sky, he doesn't want to see you like this. ”

Old man Ji let out a long sigh: "These things are like a big stone pressed in my heart, and I can't forget them lightly, but now even if it's for that trace, I won't sink anymore." ”

Speaking of scholars, Cheng Zhaozhao immediately asked: "Later, did Senior Ji come back again? What ......about the scholar?"

"Since Mo'er left that day, I have been restless, and I went out of Daping Village to look for it, but I met a woman in the Cangwu Mountains.

She was the one who put Su'er in my hands. She said that it was Mo'er's son, and she also named him Junsu. Let me be born and raised. ”

Leaving Ji Junsu, the woman turned and left, and not long after that, Ji Tanmo's soul card left in Daping Village suddenly shattered, and Old Man Ji knew that his son had fallen.

"If it weren't for Su'er, I wouldn't have the shame to live in this world anymore, old man. In those years, while raising Su'er with all my heart, I went to find clues about Mo'er, but no matter how I searched, there was no clue at all where Mo'er went after leaving. ”

"Then have you found the woman back then, who is she?" Cheng Zhaozhao asked.

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