A statement that is calm but reasonable.

Words are like swords, a sword piercing the heart of the listener, piercing a thousand holes, and the body is incomplete. Especially the old man's last words "will die", which directly scared the peony out of a cold sweat, his face turned pale, and his whole body strength seemed to be emptied, and even the brush that was grabbed at his fingertips fell to the ground.

It's like waking up from a nightmare.

"You know?"

"In vain, negligent. ”

"I'm in a hurry..."

"Tsk..."

The grim words really scared Peony a lot, and she didn't wake up from her fear.

When the old man saw this, it was not good to criticize too much.

Gradually turned into a smile, slowly bent down to help her pick up the brush that fell to the ground, and took it back to the edge of the patio, little by little along the edge of the inkstone, scraping off the dust on the tip of the pen. The wolf is smooth, sticking to the ink into an oily shape, reflecting the golden yellow and shining in the morning light, making it impossible to tell whether the ink is black or gold.

"I don't blame you for being a teacher, the so-called jade is not cut into a tool, no matter how beautiful the jade is, it also needs to be nourished over the years, and it must be carved with precision to be able to penetrate its brilliance..."

The words are soft, like a spring breeze blowing on people's ears.

The old man returned to his usual kind color, and said patiently: "In the past ten years, Lao Yin and I have isolated you from him in the same way, and nourished you in the mountains and wilderness outside the world, so that you can engrave all the wisdom of the ancient and modern world with the purest heart. And this way is like a sharp double-edged sword. A sharp edge can make you have no distractions, and you can swallow up the knowledge of the universe in more than ten years. One blade, the world is too small, and your vision is limited to a radius of a stone, and you don't hear the fireworks in the world. So that there are empty heads of scholars and rich people, but there is no pattern that can carry wisdom. There is always more than enough to foresee, but often not enough to plan.

Therefore, the key to jade is carving.

For this reason, the old man let him go out of the village a few years ago to hone the wind and rain. And I, after seeing him, also painted the scoop according to the gourd, loosened your restraints, and let you follow him to see the outside world. Although the two behaviors are the same as jade, there is a world of difference, and Lao Yin is better than me. Because, he is ruthless enough. He was so ruthless that he dared to throw his only grandson from Beimang to Yueyang, leaving him to bear life and death alone. As a teacher, he is soft-hearted, and he only dares to let you walk from Wentian to Xiangyang to see the bustling city.

This is the gap between you and him, me and Lao Yin.

His road is farther and more rugged than yours, and he naturally has much more knowledge than you. After experiencing the alternation of life and death, you know the key trade-offs. In the face of unknown dangers, he knew that he would think twice before acting, and when he knew what he could not do, he only came back to ask for advice, but he did not say anything from beginning to end. This means that he knows exactly what he is doing, and is cautious and absolutely confident, not anxious and afraid. And you're the opposite... When you are in danger, you first think about how to get out of danger, and you are anxious. When he was in danger and didn't come out, he thought about how to forcibly break it by external force, because he was afraid. The combination of the two is a deficiency of heart, which is a taboo for the wise. ”

"Sir, that's a mistake..."

When the old man said this, Peony couldn't help but refute.

The small mouth pursed slightly, and he replied quietly: "I know that there is danger lurking ahead, why can't I seek good fortune and avoid evil?" The previous strategy of the apprentice was indeed reckless, but Mr. knew that there were tigers in the mountains, and it was difficult for the apprentice to approve of the strategy of preferring the tiger mountain. ”

The old man smiled deeply, and asked rhetorically, "Why can't it be done?"

Peony looked at the old man, did not make any concessions, and said more affirmatively: "A gentleman does not set up a dangerous wall, but it is the reason of the gentleman to teach the disciples." ”

"Heh..."

"Yes. ”

The old man did not deny it: "But the teacher also taught you that you rely on misfortune and blessing, and fortune and misfortune lurk in front of the wall, but you have not seen it behind the wall, how can you tell whether it is a blessing or a curse after the wall falls?"

The words are deep and philosophical.

But the beautiful eyes were still firm, and Peony still disagreed with the old man's statement: "When the gentleman said this, do you believe the words of that person?

"I believe it. The old man didn't explain much, and responded directly.

"Why do you believe?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"If there is no evidence, how can it be trusted?"

The old man laughed: "Then why did Xia Xun believe it?"

"This..."

That's right, why did Xia Xun believe it?

The old man's question was to completely ask the peony.

Previously, she only thought about how to make Xia Xun enter the valley without danger, and completely forgot why Xia Xun entered the valley and why she believed the words of the god stick.

"Oh, fool. ”

Seeing that the peony had nothing to say, the old man jokingly continued to ask, "Tell me, why did that stupid boy believe it? Could it be that he is really stupid?"

"Uh..."After pondering for a long time, Peony replied uncertainly, "Because of Master Sanzang's letter?"

The old man smiled and shook his head, not answering.

Peony thought for a while, and then said, "Because of Uncle Yuan's silver ticket?"

The old man still shook his head, still silent.

Now the peony has no clue, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still can't think of a reasonable explanation. In the end, she also gave up the struggle, blinked her innocent watery eyes, and asked sincerely, "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

"Yes, Mo Xian. ”

“......”

The old man did not hesitate and directly said the key point.

Hearing this, Peony was in a trance for a moment, and then she was relieved after a moment.

Yes, Mo Xian...

Perhaps it was the authorities who were obsessed, but an obvious detail was omitted by Peony, so that from the very beginning, she misjudged the essence of the whole thing. Moreover, the old man didn't give her a chance to speak, and then said slowly at the end of the conversation: "Feng Shui determines the world, and gossip usurps the heavens." Since Xia Xun entered the WTO, there have never been a few people who suspect that he is resurrected. Mo Xian is different, he was hidden in the abyss by the old man, and he was placed in broad daylight by Fengxian. Even if he was a teacher, it was only after he was seriously injured by Di Jiang that he really saw the clues. On the day of Dijiang's attack, Yingshui was frozen for hundreds of miles, and there was no third saint for thousands of miles inside and outside Yueyang. Therefore, Mo Xian is the secret of the heartless person, and it is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know, and the Taoist person cannot know it..."

However, he counted Mo Xian as a lifeless person. ”

There is an old man's mention, and the words are not finished, but the peony has already been opened, and he knows everything: "From this, it can be concluded that this person must have something to do with Uncle Xia?"

"There must be something involved..."

The old man slowly blinked his eyelids, indicating that he agreed. Then he said slowly: "Moreover, it still has a lot to do with it. Otherwise, even if this person has the means to reach the heavens, it is impossible to penetrate hundreds of millions of celestial phenomena and directly calculate a baryon that Lao Yin and Feng Xian lay down twenty years ago. Therefore, the teacher has reason to suspect that this person is also from Penglai's disciples. Because only in this way can we explain the meaning of that flag and the meaning of what it does. ”

"Could it be Master Yuan of Pure Yang?" asked Peony.

The old man shook his head affirmatively: "Definitely not, although this person is proficient in the art of Qimen gossip, and can be counted as the obscurity of the three Tibetan masters and apprentices and the secret of Xia Xun and others, his arithmetic is indeed comparable to your second master." But the teacher doesn't think that he has something to do with your second teacher. ”

"Why?" asked Peony, puzzled.

The old man didn't talk immediately, but looked at the big rooster who had finished eating the dried fruits on the ground and raised his head to ask for food, grabbed a few fruit petals from the plate, and placed them in front of him. Only then did he say word by word: "The Taoist ancestor of the world, the pure yang supreme." Dili is helpless, who in the world dares to insult him? How could he bow his head to Xiahou's little ruffian?"

Peony suddenly came to her senses.

The old man looked a little tired, as if he didn't want to talk any further.

Raising his hand, he took a small piece of new paper from the surface of the paper and placed it lightly on the edge of the stone steps. Holding the pen in the dry hand, the wolf Hao who is full of ink is carefully twisted and dried, and then written steadily.

"The rest, you have to think about it. Don't say much else, that kid was born extraordinary, ups and downs are inevitable, although this encounter is thrilling, but not to Kyoto his life and death will be worry-free, you can rest assured. ”

"Tsk..."

After that, the wolf hao stopped.

He lifted the brush and put it back into the pen shelf, and without saying more, the old man rolled up his sleeves and walked sideways, and slowly left towards the door of the lobby.

The wind blows, easily brushes the wet ink, and picks up the corners of the small paper, slightly undulating...

On the small piece of paper, the old man only wrote one word.

"Waiting".

The strokes are calm, full and round, and there seems to be vicissitudes of life in the strokes, not sharp.

Looking at the word "wait" that almost filled the entire small piece of paper, Peony seemed to understand what the old man meant. While calming down a little, there were some words that she didn't vomit or feel unhappy.

"Sir..."

"Huh?"

"Brother Xiahou is also the bargeon of Uncle Xia, right?"

The steps did not stop, and the rickety body continued to stagger forward. The old man turned his back to the peony and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Brother Xiahou has no reason to disagree. Moreover, his life is too expensive. ”

"Hehe..."