The little swordsman who came all the way over to see the "demon" appearance that the little brother and sister said saw He Yi sitting next to the wooden stake table, he was immediately a little disappointed, pursed his lips, and knocked his fingers on the head of Xiaoqi and Niu Niu, and complained: "What kind of demon, that is clearly a person." You two little things are getting worse and worse, you dare to lie to me!"

The two little boys held their foreheads with their hands and said aggrievedly: "It's the boss who said it, what you don't know is the demon......

The little swordsman's face immediately turned red, and after glancing at He Yi, he was even more embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say, but he just knocked on the foreheads of the two children again, and then turned around and ran away.

From the time she appeared to the time she left, it was only a moment's work. But He Yi only saw her for the first time, and he knew who she was from his uncontrollable heart.

He knew very well that although he had lost the most important memory of his life on the Huangquan Road, his body was still the body of this life, and the instinct in his body would not disappear because of a short period of silence. Even if the soul forgets everything, his eyes, ears, heart, and every organ in his body still remembers how much he is looking forward to this moment!

But he didn't say a word, let alone run over to stop the child. Because he suddenly felt a little flustered.

Five hundred years is the boundary of reincarnation. This time is not a long time for the immortals, but for him, it is almost all of his previous life.

After waiting for so long, he finally saw her, but He Yi found that he was not as ecstatic as he imagined. It's not that he's unhappy, it's that he doesn't know how to express his joy at the moment, and he can't release his mood in a short moment. That's why he froze.

A reincarnation of waiting, a lifetime of pursuit of persistence, when this moment finally came, in addition to a little disbelief, he was more in a trance. In a trance, I flashed through my experience over the years, and I thought of the past relationship that I had forgotten, and the reason for my attachment that I had forgotten everything.

Is that all?

After five hundred years of waiting, she finally found her reincarnation, and this is the result?

No, maybe not yet.

He Yi suddenly felt a little flustered.

He was stunned to find that he didn't know what to do at the moment. Obviously, everyone has found it, and with his skills, it seems that he can take her away. But can he?

It was just an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, not the Yun Xuan he had thought about for a long time but now had forgotten about it completely. The past life is the past life, this life is the present life, the past has become the past, how can they have the relationship with the past?

If he told the little girl who hadn't grown up now that he was the lover of her last life, wouldn't he be laughed off his big teeth? Maybe the hermits in this Valley of Eternal Life would still treat him as a madman and attack him in groups.

It turned out that finding her was not the end of the story, this day, this moment, they had just met. As Lin Yanzhi said, forgetting is for a better start, maybe what he wants to do is not to repeat the life he experienced five hundred years ago, but to live the future life better.

From the appearance of the girl with the sword on her back to the disappearance of her back in the distance, He Yi did not move, a cup of flower tea was delivered to his mouth and he never drank it, and he has been stiff for a long, long time.

Two men and one woman and three little dolls chattered innocent words after their boss left, but He Yi couldn't hear a word, he was completely confused in his own world, and even forgot that he had a cup of tea in his hand, and the tea was cold.

The hunchbacked old man and the middle-aged woodcutter glanced at each other, and both smelled something strange from his abnormal reaction. The woodcutter put down the cup in his hand, coughed lightly to regain He Yi's consciousness, and asked in a low voice, "Little brother is here to find that girl?"

He Yi came back to his senses, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt like he was seeing through his thoughts, and his hundred-year-old face couldn't help but turn red for a while, and nodded awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, what the woodcutter thought was different from what he thought. I saw that the woodcutter nodded thoughtfully and said, "They have been waiting for you for a long time, and it is not bad to have this result." The grievances and grievances of the outside world are actually not so important, since you have come here, you might as well live from now on, cultivate if you want to cultivate, and enjoy yourself if you want to enjoy yourself. In this way, the hardships that have been endured are not wasted. ”

He Yi was confused, and he didn't know what the other party was talking about. He drank the cold flower tea in the cup, and the faint sweetness lingered in his tongue, and his mind was clear, and he immediately understood that the woodcutter was afraid that he had misunderstood something.

Without waiting for him to explain, the hunchbacked old man reminded: "The valley master is here." ”

In the direction of the grove, an elegant old man walked slowly. His appearance teaches people not to know how to describe him, saying that he is ordinary, he is like an old fairy walking in the world, saying that he is extraordinary, but he has no characteristics, so that people just have to turn their faces away, and forget all of a sudden.

He Yi glanced at it twice, and he could clearly see the person's face, but he couldn't remember it, as if it was just a wind piercing his ears and a passing cloud, and he couldn't remember it if he wanted to.

He knew immediately that it must be a real master, so high that even he could not reach it. This Immortal Valley is really not an ordinary place, and the Great Smoky Mountains outside must not have come out of thin air.

With the appearance of the old man, those villagers who were busy or sitting idly greeted one after another, some shouted "valley master", and some respectfully called him "sir".

In a short time, the old man had already paced under the pear tree. The hunchbacked old man and the woodcutter stood up together and called out to the lord of the valley. He Yi didn't dare to slack off, and did the same.

The old man looked at He Yi, with a faint smile on his ordinary face, and his smile was a little intriguing. It's just that demeanor, even if you see it, you will forget it when you look back.

This situation is very strange, He Yi has met a lot of masters, but he has never seen such a strange person. When he was seen by the valley master, he only felt that his past and present lives had been seen through at a glance, and he couldn't even hide what he was thinking in his heart. I couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and when I didn't know what to say, the valley lord spoke first: "But it's an outsider, a rare guest, a rare guest." ”

The valley lord smiled with his eyebrows, but He Yi was shocked when he heard it.

With just one glance, he could see through his origin! Can this old man's eyes really see through everything?

His mind became disordered, and he didn't dare to even say anything, but he began to secretly calculate the identity of this person in his heart.

What kind of person is this? Heavenly Immortals must not stop, the power of the king cannot be spied on, but from the perspective of the cultivators of the Mysterious Realm he knows, it seems that only Liu Shangxuan back then can give people such an unfathomable feeling, and the rest of the people are Lin Yanzhi's Heavenly Pride. Thinking higher, how could such a transcendent and terrifying existence appear in the Great Power of Emptiness, the Great Supreme of Silence, and the Hunkun Realm?

A thought flashed, and time was just a moment. The old valley lord waved his hand and motioned for the three of them to sit down, and he also sat on the main seat, and made a new pot of flower tea. He poured a small cup of tea for He Yi, the hunchbacked old man, and the woodcutter in turn, and finally himself.

After raising his glass and taking a sip of tea, the valley master said: "Although a rare guest is a rare guest, it is not unexpected. Have you thought about everything here?"

He Yi was confused.

The valley lord's perceptive eyes put a lot of pressure on him, as if sitting opposite was not an old man, but a whole world containing the endless starry sky. He pondered the words, chewed on the meaning, and after a long while, he replied, "It's still ...... I haven't thought it through, and I'm still confused about some things. ”

He didn't dare to pretend to understand, or pretend to be confused. The master in front of him is clearly a mysterious existence that is not many realms higher than him, and he feels that if he deliberately deceives, he will not say whether the other party will be angry or not, just for himself, it will be a huge mistake.

In his opinion, perhaps treating the other party as a person who fully understands himself and sees through himself is the most correct choice. As for the embarrassment and confusion in his heart, maybe the master will help him, and even if he won't, the master won't care about such a trivial matter.

"Confused?" the old valley lord asked rhetorically, looked at the cup, and said with a smile: "If you are not confused, it is strange." In fact, this kind of cause and effect, fate will change, but it is just the wind and rain in the long journey. If you hold it tightly, the wind and dust will solidify into soil, and the rain and dew will gather into a spring, so that the boring time will blossom and bear fruit. If you let go, the wind and dust will become the past, the rain and dew will wash your soul, and what you get is a great understanding, thousands of years of time, and it doesn't matter how long or short it is, it doesn't matter if it's lonely. ”

Is it a flower, a fruit, or a cup of tea, a realization?

He Yi's hand holding the cup froze in the air, and the clear and transparent tea, like a mirror and sweet spring, shone into the deepest part of his heart.

Countless thoughts flashed in my heart, except for the memories washed away by the yellow spring water, all the things that can be imagined, all the causes that can be remembered, as well as the desires and delusions in my heart, and the persistence and belief in sticking to a reincarnation, all of which sprung up in an instant.

In fact, he knew very well that he didn't want to let go. He has never been a master of the Dao, nor does he want to be a master of the Dao, whether it is in the past or present, or in the future in the future. He always thinks that he is a layman, neither a Tianjiao like Lin Yanzhi, nor a strange person like Liu Shangxuan, who is as mysterious as Taoism.

He wants to be ordinary, as he has always longed for, to live in seclusion in a place with flowers and grass, water and wind. Whether it's a woodcutter, a fisherman, a husband, a father, or a little further, an ancestor.

Willingness has not changed much in the past. But in the face of the old valley master's words, his heart flashed more than that.

He began to think about what he could give her if he really took away the girl whose name he didn't know in this life.

Maybe he is now considered a powerful and a genius, but all of this is based on the Heavenly Strategy. King Xun's death has given him a glimpse of the entanglement between Tianyance and some major events in the future. Maybe soon after, the Catastrophe was set off, and he was one of the people at the center! The Catastrophe was always cruel, and how could he be sure of what he could give to others?

Perhaps the lonely figure he saw in the future at the time of the Great Tribulation was a sign to him......