The cold wind swished on Tianyin Mountain, blowing across everyone's cheeks.

All the disciples stood outside the hall, without saying a word, silently bowing their heads.

Today is the day of Shen Sanjian's funeral, which is the most important thing on Tianyin Mountain.

Kujian Zhenren did not attend, because he was sick with anger, and now he is still lying in bed motionless.

Li Zimu knelt in front of his master's coffin, unable to kneel for a long time.

From the top of Tianyin Mountain to the halfway up the mountain, there is obviously not much distance, but for Li Zimu, this road is too long. It's like his master's path from life to death, he doesn't want to take this road, he would rather exchange his life for this road. But all this will not change because of his simple words.

When the time came, the little Taoist priest who was supporting Li Zimu on the side was the one who sent wine to Shen Sanjian back then.

The little Taoist priest's name is Linghu Jiu, and he has also practiced on Tianyin Mountain for many years.

Ling Hu Jiu felt as if it was all like yesterday, and the grinning Shen Sanjian was playing tricks on him. In order to complete the master's mission, he went to invite his uncle Shen Sanjian.

Ling Hu Jiu cried, he slowly helped Li Zimu up, and said: "Senior brother, don't miss the hour, otherwise Uncle Shi will not be able to walk on the road peacefully!"

During this period of time, Li Zimu, who never listened to persuasion, heard this sentence.

Li Zimu slowly stood up, and then shouted with a long roar in the sky: "Master, I will send you the old man on his last journey!"

The disciples in the back slowly lifted Shen Sanjian's coffin and walked down the mountain.

Along the way, all the disciples didn't make a sound, including Li Zimu, but each of them would cry a lot.

Shen Sanjian is gone, and for the disciples of Tianyin Mountain, that very stubborn uncle is gone. Shen Sanjian usually bullied them like that, but they were reluctant to Shen Sanjian. Although Shen Sanjian often teased them, they also knew that Shen Sanjian was carrying more than they imagined. Even in the face of such pain, it is still possible to maintain an optimistic attitude.

For Li Zimu, his closest person in the world is gone. The old man who often teased him is gone, thinking of everything Shen Sanjian did to him when he was a child, Li Zimu always laughed in his heart.

Li Zimu often asked himself, saying: "Why does the old man treat him so much, and he still likes him so much." ”

What could be more important in this world than loved ones?

Halfway up the mountain, I saw the thatched houses that had long been dilapidated.

These simple thatched houses carry too many memories of Li Zimu, and it is these thatched houses that have witnessed his love affair with Qingyan.

Li Zimu looked at the thatched hut and said, "Old man, if I don't appear, can you live in this place?"

Maybe that's the case, if it weren't for Yi Yao Tuogu, Shen Sanjian would really be reluctant to leave Tianyin Mountain.

In the past, Shen Sanjian lived aimlessly, drunk every day, and only through the anesthesia of alcohol could he see his dead master.

Li Zimu's appearance made him feel inexplicably responsible tonight. Suddenly, one day, he also understood why his master did what he did back then.

The appearance of Li Zimu brought new vitality to Shen Sanjian, making his long-dead body come back to life again.

Shen Sanjian has never regretted it, he may not be a good master, but he is a good father.

Lying on the bed, the dry stream real person suddenly opened his eyes, and the little Taoist priest who was taking care of him on the side suddenly heard a voice.

The little Taoist priest hurriedly helped up the dry stream and said, "Master, you better rest for a while!

Yes, the current dry stream real people are already ninety years old, how can they withstand such ups and downs?

The dry stream said, "Come, help me up! I want to give my junior brother one last trip!"

"I'm sorry Master, I was ordered by all the senior brothers to take care of the master!"

The dry stream did not continue to speak, he wanted to prove his determination with his actions.

The dry stream is really climbing slowly, for him, he is climbing, and he has to send his junior brother on such a last journey.

When the little Taoist priest on the side saw it, he hurriedly ran over, supported the dry stream real person, and said, "Master, isn't your old man embarrassed for me?"

"I don't mean to be difficult for you, I just want to do my duty as a senior brother!"

After hearing this, the little Taoist priest also understood his master's determination, but it sounded so sad!

No matter how much you say it, it's a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, how many people can accept such a result?

The little Taoist priest quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Master, if you want to go and see, I'll just carry you on my back!"

The dry stream real person pushed away the little Taoist priest and said, "No, I want to send my junior brother away step by step." ”

The little Taoist priest knew that he couldn't resist the master. There is no way, the little Taoist priest can only slowly support the dry stream real person.

Shen Sanjian's grave pit was dug by Li Zimu little by little. Due to the large number of stones on Tianyin Mountain, Li Zimu's fingernails were all peeled off, so he barely dug out such a pit.

All the senior brothers looked at Li Zimu's bloody hands, and they would feel sorry for him!

Shen Sanjian was buried, and it was Li Zimu who buried him with a handful of soil.

Li Zimu buried it and said, "Master, I'll send you the old man for the last ride, when you get there, if you need anything, just give me a dream." ”

After saying a lot of words, Li Zimu feels that he has grown so big, and he has not said so much to the old man!

When the dry stream real person came, all the children stared at the dry stream real person, and they shouted in panic: "Master, your old man is still injured, why did you come down?"

The dry stream didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to stop talking.

The dry stream real person has been holding on, in fact, he can't move at all now, he just holds on.

Li Zimu heard his uncle, but he didn't look back.

The dry stream stumbled to the grave, then looked at the grave and said, "Senior brother, senior brother is here to see you off for the last ride, don't worry, it won't be long before senior brother will come down to accompany you!"

After hearing this, the disciples shouted loudly, "Master!"

Kujian Zhenren got angry and said: "Today is the day of your uncle's funeral, whoever dares to make a loud noise, I will definitely expel him from the division!"

Li Zimu looked at the dry stream real person with tears on his face, and then said: "Uncle Shi, you must not say that, Master and his old man will be unhappy when they hear it!"

Kujian Zhenren didn't continue, but he could clearly feel that his limit was approaching, and Shen Sanjian had an accident again, which brought his death forward.

When Li Zimu buried the last piece of soil, it meant that the funeral was over.

Li Zimu knelt in front of the grave and didn't say a word, just looked at the grave like this.

Li Zimu didn't want to do anything else, he wanted to guard his master's spirit!

Kujian Zhenren looked at the disciple behind him and said, "You guys go back first!"

How can the disciples of the dry stream real people rest assured of their master's body?

"Master, your health is sick, let's go back and rest!"

After hearing this, the work in his heart came up at once, he pointed to the disciples and said, "Do you think I have lived too long?"

When all the Taoist priests heard this, they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, and no one dared to say a word more.

After Li Zimu listened, he hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi, it's windy here, it's not good for your health, I'd better hurry up and help your old man go back!"

Kujian Zhenren thought for a while and said, "Senior nephew, I have one thing, I don't know if I should talk about it or not!"

Li Zimu replied: "Uncle Shi, what else can't be talked about between us?"

Kujian Zhenren sighed and said: "I have been the head of the house for so many years, and today, I should also abdicate and make way for Xian!"

"Uncle Shi, what are you talking about, I don't understand it!"

Kujian Zhenren didn't answer him, but just said: "Senior nephew, you don't need to say much first, just listen to me!"

The dry stream real person supported his body, then looked at the Tianyin Mountain above, and said, "Originally, the position of head did not belong to me, it should belong to your master Shen Sanjian!"

After Li Zimu heard this, he was taken aback, because he had never heard Shen Sanjian mention this matter.

Kujian Zhenren looked at Li Zimu in surprise and said, "Senior nephew, you don't have to be surprised, I'll tell you about this matter slowly!"

"Your master, that is, my junior brother, he is the most outstanding apprentice of my master Purple Haired Zhenren, even when the master was young, he was not as qualified as his qualifications, and it is precisely because of this that the master passed the position of head to my junior brother before he died!"

"But your master has never been worried about the position of the head of the house, he told me that he killed the master and the senior brother, what kind of face does he have to be the head of the house? When I was young, I never understood this matter, in my opinion, the master is partial, in terms of age, I am much older than my junior brother, so even if I am the head of the house, I am better than my junior brother!"

When Li Zimu heard this, he probably guessed the end of the story, after all, he knew his master.

"Just when my heart was changing, my junior brother suddenly spoke, and he wanted to give up the position of head to me. It was from that moment that my heart was condemned. I know that I am living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. With guilt for my junior brother, I said, junior brother, senior brother can't be the head of the house no matter what!"

Shen Sanjian smiled indifferently and said, "If Senior Brother is not qualified, then wouldn't I be even less qualified?" Maybe I don't even have the qualifications to stay in Tianyin Mountain, I am a scourge. If it weren't for me, Master wouldn't have died, and my brothers wouldn't have died!"

Kujian Zhenren continued to say to Li Zimu: "In this way, our senior brothers hugged each other and cried for a long, long time. In the end, an agreement was reached, I can be the head, but there must be one condition, that is, the junior and junior disciples are not allowed to leave Tianyin Mountain without permission!"

Li Zimu nodded and said, "This way of behaving in the world is really like an old man!"

Kujian Zhenren smiled and said, "I know, you think I have selfish intentions in doing this, and you think that I owe it to my junior brother, and it is because of this that I have to pass on the position of head to you!"

Li Zimu didn't speak, because he still had a big thing to do in his heart, so he wouldn't take over the position of head anyway.

Li Zimu said: "Uncle Shi, I have the same beliefs as Master, I am used to being lazy on weekdays, how can I be the leader?"

"You don't have to coax me here, don't you just want to reject me?" said Kujian Zhenren.