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"Gu Fei, you've been there for the past few days. "That green-robed Taoist was Mo Songxuan, the steward of Hualin Pavilion, and when he saw Gu Fei, he actually stood up from behind the table with some abnormality.

"I've seen Uncle Mo!" Gu Fei hurriedly took a few steps forward and saluted Mo Songxuan.

"Hey, Gu Fei, your master was out of the customs two days ago. Mo Songxuan's expression was a little sad, which made Gu Fei's heart move and make him faintly uneasy.

"My master is out of the customs, I'm going to see his old man!" Gu Fei hurriedly turned around and was about to rush out of Hualin Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan stopped him from behind.

"Gu Fei, your master is out of the customs, but ......" Mo Songxuan hesitated a little.

Gu Fei hurriedly turned around again, looking at Mo Songxuan, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger, and he asked, "Uncle Mo, is something happening to my master?"

Mo Songxuan's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made Gu Fei's heart hang, and his palms were sweating because of nervousness.

"Gu Fei, you have to be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan pondered for a moment, but he said such a sentence, looking at Gu Fei's eyes with a hint of pity.

"Could it be ......" Gu Fei's heart shook violently, his body couldn't help shaking, and he actually took a step back. He asked in a trembling voice, "Could it be that my master ...... him?"

Mo Songxuan didn't say anything, and nodded solemnly.

His action almost made Gu Fei collapse, Gu Fei only felt that the heaven and earth in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be hit by a Nine Heavens Angry Thunder, blasting him to the point that he couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

A line of hot tears flowed down his face, and Master's kind face surged in his mind, but at this time, he and Master were separated forever. Before Master's retreat, I already knew that this was Master's last chance.

His master was over 150 years old, and the deadline would come at any time, but when the master really died, he couldn't accept it. Wan Xiancheng is no longer a simple master for Gu Fei.

"Gu Fei, you have to mourn and change!" Mo Songxuan couldn't help but comfort when he saw Gu Fei's face distorted because he was so sad that he knew about his master's death.

In fact, cultivators generally take life and death very lightly, and the more profound the Taoist, the more indifferent they are to life and death. However, Gu Fei is not a cultivator, he is a martial artist.

He has feelings, and his feelings are still very rich, cultivating martial arts is actually cultivating people, martial arts is also humane, seven emotions and six desires, this is human nature.

Since it is human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Gu Fei will not and does not have to hide his inner feelings, but vents his sadness to the fullest.

"Uncle Mo! Gu Fei let the tears blur his eyes, and he didn't reach out to wipe them, he asked Mo Songxuan sadly.

"Your master was sitting down last night, he couldn't let you go, and wanted to see you, but ......" Mo Songxuan said with some emotion. Although Wan Xiancheng and him are not the kind of brother and sister relationship of the same master, his friendship with Wan Xiancheng is still good.

Mo Songxuan is a cultivator, the cultivator pays attention to abandoning the seven emotions and six desires, although Wan Xiancheng is his senior brother, but if he can't cultivate to the realm of immortals, people will still die, but Mo Songxuan doesn't seem too sad.

The cultivator pays attention to the understanding of the way of heaven, the Tao is natural, there is life and death, and there is prosperity when there is dryness, which is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth, and it is the view of the cultivator to follow the nature.

"Master...... It's not filial piety!" Gu Fei looked up to the sky and burst into tears, but his appearance caused the surrounding disciples to look at him in surprise.

"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this time, Mo Songxuan took out a package and a purple stick with an ancient pattern engraved on it under the table.

Gu Fei endured his grief and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears. This rod looks like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron, I don't know what it is made of, the appearance looks a bit like the hilt of a sword, and it is a little heavy to start.

This short stick-like thing, according to Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng, was obtained by their ancestor in this vein along with the ancient cultivation method. It should be something extraordinary.

But after several generations of Gu Fei's speculation, he couldn't find anything extraordinary about this purple short stick, and it was an inconspicuous thing when viewed horizontally and vertically.

"Uncle, where is my master's old man's burial? I want to go and pay respects. Gu Fei asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sadness.

Wan Xiancheng and Gu Fei, although the two are masters and apprentices, they are like father and son. didn't see the last side of the master, Gu Fei was already extremely regretful, and in addition to grief, there was also self-blame in his heart.

"Your master is buried in the cemetery in the gate, and when you enter the cemetery, you can see it. Mo Songxuan replied.

As soon as Mo Songxuan's words were finished, Gu Fei rushed out of Hualin Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't stop Gu Fei.

The back mountain of Taixuanmen, halfway up the mountainside, there is a special place, where the grass is green, the flowers are fragrant, if there is no forest of steles, it is not an exaggeration to call it a garden.

Here, it is the cemetery of Taixuanmen, the burial place of the disciples of the past dynasties. After all, not everyone can cultivate the Avenue of Immortals, and once the limit is reached, they will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.

The whole cemetery was silent, and there was not a single sound.

In an inconspicuous corner on the periphery of the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a small low tomb, motionless, he was Gu Fei.

He stood dumbfounded, from morning to noon, and from noon to evening. The remnant sun is like blood, reflecting the mountains, dyeing the mountains red, and it is another sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun renders the cemetery solemn and a little weird.

The low little grave, inconspicuous, can be said to be very simple, only a tombstone, no flowers, a simple little dirt bag, the earth is new.

Who doesn't die in life? No matter how gorgeous you are, or mediocre people, in the end, it's just a pile of loess, and there is no difference. If a person dies like a lamp goes out, who will remember, and who will remember that there was once such a person in this world?

The essence of cultivation is actually to go against the sky, whether it is to cultivate martial arts or cultivate the Tao, it is to fight with the sky. If you succeed, you will enjoy a long life, and if you fail, you will disappear into the world and dissipate everything.

Although a cultivator is said to be obedient to the destiny of heaven, but at the same time of obeying the mandate of heaven, how can he not break through the mandate of heaven?

Gu Fei's master, Wan Xiancheng, did not take that step in the last retreat, and could not get rid of his limit. When the time comes, you have to sit down. This is the first rule of heaven and earth, and no one can transcend it.

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