It is early spring in March, although many spring flowers and trees are a little eager to spit out new shoots, but the morning sun shines down, still with a little winter cold that has not faded.

A small lake is quiet, and occasionally a few blisters burst out from the swimming fish. The mist that has not dissipated in the early morning still hangs over the surface of the lake. A small pavilion with a little mahogany of Zhuwa stands quietly in the middle of this lake.

A handsome young man with jade hair and a crown, dressed in a white shirt, who seemed to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, sat cross-legged in this pavilion less than a zhang in size with his eyes closed. There was a somewhat messy chess game in front of him, but when he looked at it carefully, it was already a dead end.

In front of the young man was an old man, with an old face, his eyes and eyebrows were crumpled with wrinkles that had been pulled down, and his green robe was obviously a little pale because he had worn it for too long, and it was a little wide and unfit on his body.

"Xuan'er, is there a solution?"

The old man lowered his eyelids and asked softly.

With a light sigh, the young man in white opened his eyes, his eyebrows clear.

"Sir, the chess game is dead, the student has lost!"

"Hehe!" the old man laughed, propped himself up on the pine chess table, and said again.

"Well, I didn't call you here today to play chess with you. But speaking of which, looking at Xuan'er's chess skills, Mr. Cedar has been a little slack these days. ”

"Mr. Cedar is proficient in the six arts, and the way of chess is even more superb, but the student is stupid and disgraces Mr. Cedar. ”

The old man shook his head and smiled

"Sluggish but not not, after all, you are not the seedling of chess. I learned this cultivation technique with the old man, but I saw that you were very diligent. ”

"That's right!"

The old man took out a black lacquered wooden box from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Xuan'er, you have been practicing this way of cultivating true magic with the old man for five years. At the beginning, I traveled through the mountains and seas, and finally met your father in Feng County, Lanzhou, and it was like a home at first sight. I wanted to stay at your house for a few days and leave, but I didn't want to stay here for years!"

"It's because Mr. can afford it, so he is willing to be my royal family worship. ”

The old man smiled,

"What kind of offering, it's nothing more than playing chess and drinking tea every day, but eating your family's rice for a few more years for no reason. As he spoke, the old man sighed again, "Originally, I was ready to fight in the wilderness, but I didn't want to be bumpy for more than a hundred years, but I enjoyed a few years of Qingfu in your Wang family, and I also accepted you as a disciple, but I can't say whether it is a heavenly grace, after all, I have no regrets!"

Wang Xuan was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Sir, is there nothing else to think of?"

The old man shook his head and smiled indifferently,

"You kid, I know how your state of mind is so peaceful!" said the old man coughing lightly,

"Well, the day has become so fast, and it has become like this in a few days. It's okay, the old man has discussed with your father, although the demon cloud locks the city, the aura is blocked. But if you think about it, I'll be able to get you out. ”

"Sir!" Wang Xuan wanted to say something more, but the old man had already waved his somewhat thin hand,

"I didn't need to say more! I told you about this a few days ago, and the old man came here today to ask you. Xuan'er, what do you think of the matter of cultivation!"

After Wang Xuan heard this, he lowered his head, closed his eyes and held his breath to calm down, and only opened his eyes after a while, and said in a steady voice.

"Students believe that the most important thing in cultivating the truth is to follow the way of heaven and uphold the original heart, so that you can become a great road!"

"No, no!" the old man shook his head again and again when he heard this, "Xuan'er, you are stupid to read with Mr. Cedar, it's all these nonsense!"

"Do you know that the heart of the path is important, but the two most important words of a cultivator are - ruthless!"

"Ruthless?" Wang Xuan was a little stunned.

"Not bad!" said the old man, opening his cloudy eyes,

"The so-called cultivation is nothing more than striving for the same glory with the sun and the moon, and the longevity of heaven and earth. However, the world is geometric, and mediocre mortals have spent dozens of years, but there is only one yellow tomb. And cultivators, don't say that Xuan'er, when you first set foot to cultivate immortals, the aura will enter the body, and you will already be separated from the mundane. If Xuan'er can condense the three points of immortal blood on your fingertips, eyebrows, and heart, it will be a three-yuan cultivation. The lifespan can reach 100 years. He also advocated that the realm of the five extremes that reached the primordial soul, the realm of the seven dawns that were clear and clear, and the nine Yao immortal bodies where the ten souls were one, and the longevity of the millennium was not a problem. And if a cultivator can't let go of the mortal world, a lot of hard work will be given to the world, and after all, it will disturb the state of mind of cultivating immortals. ”

Wang Xuan lowered his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low voice.

"What the gentleman said, the students understand. It's just that if you are a long way to explore the immortal path, but you cultivate into a ruthless and desireless thing, you will become a dead thing. That's too boring!"

"Hey!"

The old man sighed and shook his head,

"When did you say that you should be ruthless and desireless, and you said that you should follow your heart, and it is no different. It's just that after all, you have to understand that when you ask the old man to cultivate immortals, this mortal world no longer belongs to you!"

"Sir, do you want the students to leave with peace of mind, don't you think about your relatives?" Wang Xuan was silent for a moment before replying.

The old man did not answer, but said again,

"Do you remember when you first cultivated with the old man?"

"When Mr. first arrived at home, he showed the student a style of cultivating immortals, and the student still remembers it vividly!" Wang Xuan also sighed a little.

"Little Doyle, who is just a magician, is also your natural Dao heart!"

"I originally promised that I would not enter the disciple wall in this life, but when I was about to die, I broke my oath and accepted you as a student!"

"Mr. preached and taught great kindness, Xuan'er did not dare to forget a little"

The old man hung his head and continued somewhat to himself.

"Xuan'er, you have been wise since you were a child, you were born with a delicate heart, and you are quite qualified to ask questions. It's just that this temperament is still a little weaker, too soft. If you embark on the path of cultivating immortals in the future, you can't say when you will make a mistake, and it is not good to say if you lose your life. I thought that I would follow the old man's practice, polish and polish you for a few years, and then let you go out to travel. It's just that there are blessings and misfortunes in the sky, and you can only walk alone in the future!"

"The student is unwise, so Mr. is worried!" Wang Xuan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The old man sighed and stretched out his hand to push the wooden box on the table in front of Wang Xuan.

"In this box is a strange thing that I got in my early years, called Floating Light. This thing is quite spiritual, usually in the shape of a dagger, if it is placed under the moonlight, daylight, and even the morning star, its brilliance can be turned into a light blade sword. Not only is it very sharp, but it is also a ventilating aura that can be used for magic weapons. It's a pity that this sword seems to have some flaws for some reason. Each sword mang, it can only last for the pillar incense time, and if you want to use it again, you have to wait until the second day of the meridian cycle. ”

Wang Xuan took the box, opened the lock and gently lifted it, but saw a palm-long, silver dagger lying quietly on the gold silk. For some reason, as soon as Wang Xuan saw this silver dagger, a wonderful feeling of heart-to-heart welling up in his heart.

The old man saw that Wang Xuan's face moved slightly, and said with a smile.

"This sword, as early as a few days ago, when the demon clouds surged, I took it out and used your essence blood to recognize the master. Xuan'er, from now on, you are the new owner of this Floating Light Sword!"

Wang Xuan "snap!" closed the wooden box, got up and brushed up his shirt, knelt in front of the old man, and said with a little choked up.

"Mr. Ende, Xuan'er doesn't know how to repay him! Now that the catastrophe is imminent, Xuan'er is afraid that he won't even be able to serve by Mr.'s side in the future!"

The old man also got up at this time, and his slightly wide green robe was blown a little messy in the lake breeze in early spring.

"Haha, what did you say. Old man, I don't have much life, if I hadn't settled in your Wang family and enjoyed the family for a few years, I am afraid that I would have been dissolved in the wilderness long ago. It's just that after all, you're going to have to go it alone in the future. ”

As he spoke, the old man got up and walked outside the pavilion,

"Okay, I'm a little tired today, Xuan'er, you should go back and rest early. If nothing else, I'm going to send you away tomorrow. Later, the demon clouds will close, and the immortals will not be able to escape from this Feng County!"

As he spoke, the old man walked away slowly, stepping into the calm surface of the lake, and a thin layer of ice appeared under his pointe shoes.

"That's right!" the old man just took a step, as if he remembered something, and turned back to Wang Xuan and said.

"The servants in the palace have fled in the past few days, and there are still a few pieces of fine green jade missing from the big array out of the city. You go out later and see if the Golden Jade Hall in the city is still open. If it's open, you'll buy a few pieces, and if it's closed, find a way to go in and find a few pieces of jade. Also, be careful when you go out, there are a lot of mobs at this time, and they have all lost their minds, Xuan'er, although you have a spell, you must also be careful!"

"The student knows!" Wang Xuan nodded.

The old man was dressed in fluttering clothes, stepping on the surface of the lake step by step, and the ice surface of square inches extended to the lake with the old man's footprints. A gust of lake wind carried the mist in it, and the old man's figure was no longer visible.

"Besides, if it's okay, go and accompany your father!"

A somewhat ethereal sentence finally came from the lake mist.

Wang Xuan turned around, sighed, and put the chess pieces on the table together, and then untied the canoe tied to the side of the small pavilion. He didn't have the magic of stepping on the ice like Mr., so he had to pick up the oars and row towards the lake without hurrying.

After a while, a young girl with a beautiful face was standing quietly by the lake with a wide felt robe, and she waved her hand a little happily when she saw Wang Xuan rowing over.

Wang Xuan parked the boat on the edge of the lake and stepped on the shore of the lake with the hand of the girl.

"Young master, it's a little windy this morning, don't you catch a cold! I see that your face is frozen and white!" The girl draped her dark felt robe over Wang Xuan's body.

"It's okay, it's not very cold!" Wang Xuan touched his nose and touched the cold. "By the way, Su'er, after tonight, how many people are there in the house?"

"This.." The girl named Su'er said with a helpless face.

"Last night, the old Wang Tou, who helped the cook, died in the back kitchen, and the remaining servants didn't know where to go. Now in the house, in addition to the old master and the two gentlemen, there are only young master you and Su'er. Today's breakfast between the old man and Mr. Cedar was also made by Su'er, and it was really difficult for the old man and Mr. to eat it. ”

Wang Xuan smiled indifferently and said,

"Su'er, you are not good at cooking, but you, when the time comes, you still stay in my royal family to serve. ”

"What did the young master say, I was sent to a grass house by my ruthless father and mother when I was four years old. If it weren't for the kindness of the old man to take me back to the house, I don't know which hatch house I would have ended up in. Besides. Who doesn't know that the lord is the most kind-hearted nobleman in Manchengfeng County, who has stayed in the house all these years, Su'er has lived some days without worrying about food and clothing, how can he abandon the lord now. ”

Su'er said softly,

"Besides, didn't Mr. also say that the entire Feng County has been surrounded, what is the difference between fleeing and not escaping. It's better to serve the young master well in the remaining days, and it can be regarded as repaying some kindness. ”

Wang Xuan shook his head, didn't speak, just looked up at the sky.

Overhead, the sky was blue, with only a few thin clouds dotted throughout. But apart from this round sky, looking a little farther away, there are deep black clouds as deep as an abyss shrouding the endless edge.

Wang Xuanyi tightened his felt robe.

"Let's go back!"