What is life?

What is the purpose of cultivating immortals?

Duan Jiulang sat in front of the oil lamp, thinking hard about the two major problems that puzzled his life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking about these two questions does not mean that he is in some kind of predicament or has suffered some heavy blow.

Unlike those sentimental philosophers, he often thinks about these huge problems at night, under the stars, and in front of the oil lamp, but every time the sun rises again, he will burn with strong fighting spirit and continue to practice and struggle, and those problems that he has not been able to find accurate answers to so far have not only not become obstacles to his progress, but have allowed him to comprehend the laws of power between heaven and earth more quickly from a unique perspective.

"Hehe, Nineteen Lang, are you thinking about those strange questions that you can't find answers to?" The frost-white head of Maoshan pushed the door and walked in, and asked with a smile in a pampering tone unique to elders.

"Master. ”

Duan Jiulang, who was awakened, was anxious to stand up and salute, but was pressed back to his seat by the old man's old but powerful palm, "No need to be polite, you sit down." ”

The old man looked at the oil lamp with squinted eyes, and after a long time, he picked up the knife on the table and gently picked it on the wick, and said, "This man, just like this oil lamp, there will always be a day when the oil runs out." ”

Duan Jiulang looked at the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that were hit by the light, and his heart was slightly sentimental, Master is also old, and it is completely different from back then, if it is still back then, where would the master who was ambitious and wanted to strengthen the sect make such an exclamation?

Putting down the knife, the head of Maoshan looked at Duan Jiulang with a smile and said: "My oil lamp is about to burn out now, I originally thought that I would die in such a mess, but I didn't expect that before I died, I would have the opportunity to see the day when the Sanqing Miao Ying Fu reappeared in the world, God really treats me well." ”

Duan Jiulang listened quietly and didn't say a word.

"But I still have doubts in my heart, does the murderer who killed your junior brother really know the Sanqing Miao Ying Talisman in his hands?" The head of Maoshan asked hesitantly, this is not that he is suspicious, it is really that this kind of thing has happened too many times in the past thousand years, every time the ancestors of the sect get the Sanqing Miao Ying Talisman to reappear in the world, they will be ecstatic, but the result is just empty joy.

"Yes, the disciple saw it with his own eyes. Duan Jiulang recalled the talisman used by Song Qiu on Qiulin Mountain, and was extremely sure that this was the Sanqing Miao Ying talisman that came out of the same sect as him.

"Well, I trust your eyesight. The head of Maoshan nodded and said, "I am very satisfied that you didn't arrest him immediately at that time." ”

"The matter is serious, and the disciple is worried that if he is arrested, he may blatantly commit suicide, and when the time comes, the matter of repairing the Sanqing Miao Ying Talisman will be gone again. Duan Jiulang replied respectfully.

"That's right, you did a good job of making an appointment with him for half a year in order to stabilize him. The head of Maoshan looked down at Duan Jiulang who was sitting on the chair, and said, "But we may not really have to wait another half a year." ”

Duan Jiulang was stunned when he heard this, raised his head and asked, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

The flickering light hit the old man's face, and the mountains of wrinkles revealed a cold light: "You want to keep the appointment for half a year, but what if he runs away? ”

Looking at Duan Jiulang's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, the head of Maoshan smiled faintly and said: "You were afraid that he would commit suicide, but I don't have this concern, old man, I will take a few elders to Jiangcheng in person, as long as I find him, it is impossible for him to die if he wants to, I have a hundred and ten thousand ways to discipline him to honestly spit out the three clear and wonderful spells." ”

Duan Jiulang did not agree with this breach of contract in his heart, and after contacting Song Qiu, he also had doubts about the murder of his junior brother and his brother, but his master's fate was like a mountain, and he couldn't refute it, so he had to say, "Master, what about me?"

"You don't have to go, Penglai seems to have been a little restless recently, and the said Penglai Immortal Mountain has appeared again, you go for a trip." The head of Maoshan looked at the small knife on the table, and the knife was shining with the same cold light as his eyes: "Since you dare to kill my disciple, you must be prepared for the destruction of your soul." ”

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Wudang.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

"Well, it is rumored that Penglai Immortal Mountain has reappeared in the world, I didn't want to participate, but recently the Elephant Tianchi gave birth to colorful dazzling, which shows that there is a fairy treasure related to the ancestor was born, I pinched my fingers, this dazzling light should be on this Penglai Immortal Mountain. Therefore, I am going to send you down the mountain to retrieve that immortal treasure, at least not to let it fall into the hands of the wicked. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

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In the heavy rain in Jiangcheng, the train carrying Song Qiu roared away.

Someone goes, someone comes.

Eight young people wearing the same style of green clothes appeared outside the exit of Jiangcheng Railway Station, attracting the attention of the people around them.

Jiang Fenghan walked over with an umbrella with a helpless face, and said to the eight people: "Let you change your clothes and go out, at least don't dress so neatly and attract attention, why don't you listen." ”

A young man with a beard and a rough appearance laughed, pointed to the young man who looked the youngest in the crowd and said: "Senior brother, you can't blame us, it's all the idea of the little junior brother, saying that this will be the only way to have momentum, and what to say about an appearance like ours, when changed to a TV series, it will generally be accompanied by a very majestic background music." ”

Jiang Fenghan glared at him, and said angrily: "I didn't say that it was your idea, didn't I know that no one would come up with this bad idea except for the junior brother?"

The young man who was called "Little Senior Brother" touched his head with a smile and said to Jiang Fenghan: "Senior Brother, don't I seem to show the unity of our Kunlun Heavenly Palace, this is called a sense of collective honor, what kind of bad idea is not bad idea, it sounds so ugly." ”

"Come on, don't be poor. Jiang Fenghan glanced at the eight people one by one, and said: "I stepped on Beibi Mountain, and went to Qingcheng to escort those sinners back to the palace, this time I worked hard for you." ”

"Senior brother is polite. Seeing what Jiang Fenghan said solemnly, the eight people replied busily.

"This time I have to work hard for you, the legend of Penglai Xianshan has reappeared, I didn't want to participate in it, but after thinking about it carefully, I always feel that something is wrong, and now the waves are surging, I have to stare at the cunning old man here, and I don't dare to walk away easily, so I want to trouble you to take a look." Jiang Fenghan said.

"Penglai Immortal Mountain, it sounds very interesting, I have to go and see it, but I can't let the baby fall next to another house. "Little junior brother" said with a smile.