The old site of the Huang family, the ruins and broken walls, the yellow sand is flying.

Next to the ruins, there is a newly built thatched hut, which seems to be made of various materials from the ruins, which does not appear to be solid, and when the wind blows, it makes a creaking sound, making people feel that it may collapse at any time.

With a piercing sound of the door opening, a middle-aged man walked out of the hut, his posture was upright, it could be seen that he was a martial arts practitioner, the years had carved marks on his face, full of wind and frost, and many wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes, but it was vaguely seen that he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

The middle-aged man was blind, and he was missing a hand, and even the skills he once had had disappeared, and now he was just an ordinary disabled person, and an outcast.

However, there was no sadness on his face, and there was no resentment about the heavens and people, but there was a kind of satisfaction for a better life.

Perhaps, he was materially poor, but spiritually he was much richer than many people in this world.

He took a steady step forward step by step, without any trace of staggering, although he could not see, could not hear, could not feel the changes in the outside world, and lost the martial arts he was proud of, but the experience and experience would not dissipate because of this, and even his state of mind was better than before.

The people of the Taishang Sect have made some mistakes, or rather, because of their long-term failures, their thinking has fallen into a rut, and in order to find a shortcut to cultivate the Taishang Tao Te Ching, they have thought of artificially creating conditions for breaking their hearts.

Cut off the six senses, not interfered by external factors, and then use the sword of despair to extinguish feelings, from maintaining the state of mind of breaking off the heart, in this case, anyone has more than fifty percent of the certainty, witness the road of desperation, the so-called sword slave, refers to the slave of the sword of despair.

However, they forget that the fundamental avenue of the Taishang Tao Te Ching is the avenue of forgetfulness, not the avenue of despair.

If you don't have feelings, how can you forget?

Infatuation is to put sand in a bottle, and over time, it will eventually become a burden.

Desperation is that it is not filled with sand at all, and it is always empty, making the bottle useless.

Both have drawbacks.

There is affection, but not attached to love, not bound by love, like quicksand passing through the tube, this is the true meaning of Taishang's forgetfulness.

The elders of the Taishang Sect are not narrow-minded and ignorant, they are just used to failure, and for thousands of years, they have still not been able to find a truly feasible method, so they do not have confidence in the so-called sword slave method, but only a dead horse is used as a live horse doctor.

What's more, before the middle-aged man, there were several sword slaves, but without exception, they failed to really cultivate the "Taishang Tao Te Ching" successfully, so for the middle-aged man, they didn't think they could succeed, but they just continued the past tradition and were unwilling to break the rules set by their ancestors.

Now that the middle-aged man's skills are exhausted, his desperate mood has been broken, and he doesn't know how much effort it will take to re-cultivate, so they have to give up the middle-aged man and look for the next suitable candidate to become a sword slave.

However, sometimes fate is so wonderful, you can't find what you're looking for, and when you decide to give up, it quietly appears in front of you.

From existence to nothingness, from nothing to something, this is the right key to open the door of the road of forgetfulness.

The middle-aged man has touched the key now, and what he lacks is to find the keyhole of the door, and then insert the key into it, so that he can push open the door that countless people have hit their heads and bled out, but still haven't been able to break open.

Intentionally planting flowers does not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade.

Beneath the man's quiet, cold, frozen earth-like state of mind, a seed is ready to move, waiting for the opportunity to sprout.

However, for him now, this kind of thing is nothing to rejoice about, compared to the cultivation of the "Taishang Tao Te Ching", which is known as the first in Taoism, which is comparable to the holy Taoist scriptures of Buddhism "Past", "Present", and "Future", there are more things worthy of his attention.

After walking a stick of incense, the middle-aged man came to a row of tombstones, where the innocent victims of the Huang family who died in the catastrophe were buried.

As always, he took out the objects of worship and lined them up in order, worshipping them one by one in the order of the eldest and youngest.

Although the Taishang Sect expelled him from the door, he was not so affectionate that he didn't even give him a coil, he was one of the two overlords, they were not stingy with money and mundane things, and they were generous with a lot of money, whether it was hard work or for their own face, they would not be stingy in this regard, so the man was not short of money, enough to eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas for a mortal life,

After worshipping everyone, he stood in front of one of the tombstones, many of them standing motionless, like a statue.

It was his wife's tombstone, and the one he owed the most in his life.

There was no sorrow, no tears, and the man stood still, as if communicating something with his wife, though he could neither see nor speak.

After a few moments, the man took out a flute, put it to his mouth, and played it gently.

He hadn't played the flute for decades, and he hadn't touched anything else since the hands had picked up the Sword of Absolute Heart, because he could no longer hear the sound, the instrument was meaningless to him, and even the most beautiful music in the world was silence to him.

It has been said that good music touches the heart.

However, even the heart of a heartless person is cold, like a 10,000-year-old frost stone, it can be destroyed, but it will not be moved by external objects.

The moment he was willing to become a sword slave, he abandoned everything in his life, including the hobby he had cultivated since he was a child, and music had been cut off from his life.

However, he did not regret it and was willing to pay for it, although he grieved for the suffering of his family, but grief did not mean that he regretted it.

After leaving the flute for decades, he played it again, but he was only unfamiliar at the beginning, and then he became proficient and continuous, and his level improved at a very obvious speed, and soon surpassed his peak that year, and became perfect, reaching a height that even the national players of Ledao had to bow down.

His flute sound is cheerful, sad, happy and happy, but also painful and painful, sometimes smart and happy, sometimes crying like a complaint, it is like his life is vividly displayed with this flute sound, just hearing this flute sound, you can feel his inner world.

This song, like the power of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm monks, eroded the real world and transformed it into a space of its own.

Countless animals ran over, stood quietly beside him, and quietly listened to the sound of his flute, including white rabbits, sika deer, pigeons, and sparrows, which seemed to be attracted by the sound of the flute, and their eyes actually showed the aura of human nature.

At the end of the song, the beast dispersed, the man did not have nostalgia, packed up his things, and turned to go home.

When he came to the door, he was about to reach out and push it open, but the door opened first.

Inside the door, Huang Quan lowered his head, bit his lip, and trembled slightly, with a little fear and panic, even if he was afraid of his parents punishing the child after doing something wrong.

She finally made up her mind, looked up, and said with a trembling voice—

"Dad, I'm back. ”

Inexplicably, I heard the sound of a thick door being opened by a key.

A smile of relief appeared on the man's face.

The seeds in the state of mind finally broke through the cold frozen soil and began to germinate......