At the foot of Zijian Peak, along the river to the southeast, there is a ten-zhang high cliff. On the cliff, the young Ye Haoran and Han Jian held a fishing rod made of green bamboo and sat on the edge of the cliff.

The tips of the two rods, two thin transparent lines that loom out of the cliff, hang straight down the edge of the cliff and go deep into the slow-flowing river below. It is said that if the water is clear, there are no fish, but the rivers running through the six peaks in this Yuntian Sect are crystal clear, but the fish are swimming in the water in groups, looking so cheerful.

But under the cliff, the two fish on the water floated quietly, even though there were schools of fish underwater, but none of the fish was hooked for a long time. Han Jian didn't care, instead sat there with his eyes closed. But the young man Ye Haoran turned his head at this time and looked at the river on the left side of the cliff. It was full of small round stones that rose from the shore on rainy days.

Ye Haoran deeply remembered that it was the place where he and Senior Brother Hong used to practice together and learn from each other, although he was a little sad at that time, he didn't want to be so dangerous now, and Senior Brother Hong didn't know at that time that he would be plotted by the master who regarded him as his biological father and turned into a puppet.

When the two of them practiced tiger boxing there, they punched to the flesh, and sometimes they were even injured, but no one was angry, and even showed an innocent smile, lying by the river together, looking at the blue sky, talking and laughing.

But to this day, Senior Brother Hong has been buried under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, and every time he thinks of this, Ye Haoran can't help but miss it and feel worthless for it.

At this time, Ye Haoran's fishing rod trembled slightly, the fish float on the water surface swung up and down, and a fish under the water surface was pulling hard. For this reason, Han Jian slowly opened his eyes, looked at the fish struggling in the water, and then looked at Ye Haoran, who was distracted, and said slowly: "Hao'er, the fish has taken the bait!"

Suddenly, Ye Haoran was awakened, and then he got up and shook the fishing rod violently, and with a "poof" sound on the water surface, a fish the size of an adult's palm flew directly out of the cliff.

Ye Haoran hurriedly caught the fish and removed the hook that tore its mouth apart.

Then, Ye Haoran did not put it into the fish basket beside him, but held it in his hand, watching it swing up and down in his hand, struggling to jump into the water, but after all, its strength was too small, even if it tried its best, it still couldn't jump out of Ye Haoran's hands.

Ye Haoran saw this scene, sighed deeply, and threw the fish into the water. Watching the fish swim quickly in the water and finally disappear, Ye Haoran showed a smile.

This made Han Jian raise his eyebrows, and asked Ye Haoran suspiciously: "Hao'er, why did you put this hooked fish back into the water?"

Ye Haoran looked at the surface of the water and said without squinting: "The fish are ignorant, so they are fished ashore with a small iron hook and slaughtered." Just like an ignorant person, the food on the iron hook is like a desire and an illusion, and the iron hook becomes your fate, this food tempts you forward, deceives your heart, and when you gradually go deeper, but still have a happy face, the iron hook will tear your heart, and finally take everything you have, even if you know that you are dangerous, it is too late. After all, you are not a fish, when you don't know anything, when you completely help others achieve their goals, what awaits you is to be swallowed by people's flesh and blood, sucked soul, until you completely die, and you are still at a loss. The fact that the fish can return to the water is something that even I am a little envious of. ”

When Han Jian heard this, he sighed and said: "Heaven has sent a great task to the people, and they must first work their hearts and bones, starve their bodies and skin, and empty their bodies. There are some things that you don't know, but it's all for your good. You think this is a game, but I think this world is a game, everything is a chess piece, you and I are just a grain of dust, rather than being treated as an outcast, let people eat meat, it is better to fight against this heaven and earth with all your might, if you can jump out of the overall situation of this heaven and earth, and be free and out of the sky, at that time, what is the harm of being a person who plays chess? Monks, monks, cultivate the heart of resisting this heaven and earth, and pursue the obsession of immortality that my life is determined by me, not by heaven!!

The last sound, Han Jian seemed to scream, he looked up at the sky, the look of resoluteness on his face was not low and firm, and at this moment, a thunderous explosion suddenly sounded in the sky, and the clouds were thick, as if the sky was angry.

At the same time, this thunder also exploded in Ye Haoran's mind in an instant, and he was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his head slightly, and muttered to himself in his heart: "The heart that competes with heaven and earth... My life is up to me!"

Thinking about it, Ye Haoran showed a smile, he didn't look up, just smiled slightly and said, "Master, I understand." Instead of worrying about your fate, it is better to find a way to fight against it, if you don't want to become an outcast, you must first become the king of chess, in order to have enough strength to fight against this heaven and earth. Only by jumping out of one's own game can one have the strength to fight against this out-of-game situation. ”

"Thank you for telling me this, maybe I should call you the National Teacher!"

After saying this, Ye Haoran slowly raised his head and turned to look at Han Jian's position, the heavenly eye between his eyebrows had appeared, and his young and immature appearance had also returned to his real adult appearance.

And through the eye of heaven, Ye Haoran saw that although Han Jian's appearance had not changed in the slightest, his gray robe had turned into a noble and atmospheric gold-inlaid green robe at this moment, and the aura of the whole person was also instantly approaching the early stage of the merger from the foundation building period.

And at this moment, the Yuntian Sect, the Purple Sword Peak, the mountain cliffs, and the rivers all dissipated, and the place where the two of them stood was not the shore of the Sword Heart Lake, but on the hilt of the Heavenly Rushing Sword, and the place where the thin lines of the two fishing rods hung down was the Sword Heart Lake under the Heavenly Rushing Sword.

Where the two of them were, I don't know how many thousands of feet in the sky, the wind was howling in their ears, and the sea of clouds was rippling around them. But Ye Haoran and Han Xingyi on the hilt of the sword stood still, only the clothes kept flapping in the wind.

Han Xingyi still looked at Ye Haoran with his kind smile, and nodded with satisfaction and said, "I didn't expect that the doppelganger I turned into in my mind back then would be exchanged for an apprentice like you, I feel very pleased." ”

At this time, Ye Haoran found that all the injuries on his body had recovered, although he didn't know what happened, but it must also have something to do with the illusion that Han Xingyi had turned into. Then Ye Haoran bowed to Han Xingyi very solemnly and said: "Many national teachers have rescued you, but the master below is only Han Jian, the deacon of the outer gate of the little Yuntian Sect, not you, the national teacher!"