Chapter 62

Yan Zhengming heard that he... No, it was his master who said hoarsely, "How to solve it?"

Then Xu Yingzhi's eyelids drooped, and he said with a bit of indifference: "Tong Ru, if you believe in fate, you should know what 'there is a certain number in the dark', this matter can be changed by extraordinary people's power, if If you don't believe it, you should also read 'Those who know before, the splendor of Tao is the beginning of ignorance', the so-called five hundred years of previous knowledge and five hundred years of later knowledge are all false. You are convinced of what you have seen, and you come to me again and ask how to solve it, isn’t it funny? I advise you to let everything take its course and not be too obsessive.”

What is the "Secret Realm of Three Lives" or "death in an early age", even though Yan Zhengming is a monk with two feet in length, he doesn't know the cause and effect, and he also feels that this old man named Xu is a little bit pained by standing and talking.

Beimingjun - Tong Ru listened to it for a long time without saying a word, but Yan Zhengming could feel it, a familiar powerlessness and more fiery anger rose and fell in his chest one after another.

He seemed to suddenly understand why he had always been attracted to this master who had never met, and the two of them seemed to have the same problem.

Xu Yingzhi stretched out his hand, and three copper coins jumped into his palm.

He sighed and said in a slightly slow tone, "Since ancient times, there has been prosperity and failure, success and failure. What can you and I, cultivators, look down on? On this road, it's good to fight openly and secretly, whether it's causal or chance. In the end, isn’t it all for the sake of the Dao and longevity, and to get rid of the suffering of life, old age, sickness and death in the world? Tong Ru, you are extremely gifted, and you have gone farther than others, whether parents, brothers, masters and apprentices. It's delusional thinking, you have already broken the gānjing, don't be obsessed with it any longer."

Tong Ru: "I didn't..."

Xu Yingzhi cut him off and said, "Crazy is obsession. Who do you crave in your heart?"

Tong Ru slightly turned his head to avoid his gaze, and asked after a while, "If you calculate that your lifespan will end one day, can you put it down when you say 'the fate of the world should be broken, it should be like this'?"

Xu Yingzhi's expression didn't change, and he only said: "Dawn bacteria and crickets, ants and me, are no different, and resentment in the world, isn't it funny?"

Yan Zhengming can understand that the owner of the Vermillion Bird Pagoda is no different from being alive and turning into a stone statue. His eyes are empty and everything is ridiculous. It is boring to entangle with him.

To say it—

Even if there are eternal clouds, does the rise and fall of a family and a country matter?

There are thousands of people going back and forth, is it important for one person to die and be spoiled?

Condescendingly, Xu Yingzhi said nothing wrong, everyone in the world understands this truth. But the world is three feet, as small as one person and a family, as large as a party and a country, who doesn't worry about many "trivial matters"? Those partings of life and death, love and hatred, are really nothing more than a white flower in the wind and wind, and they are not worth mentioning.

But who really falls on the head, isn't it a pain in the heart?

As long as they are not blind, whoever stands in the distance can see the magnificent Mianmian River and mountains, but in the mountains, who can find where they are in the depths of clouds and mists?

Yan Zhengming was sneering while trying to figure out how to break free from this weird place. When his perspective changed, his master, Tongru, stood up and said, "You are wrong and you should know that countless seniors are seeking longevity. Who asked for it? Shouyuan has an end, and I am different from the ants. The ants live and die like me, but it turns into soil, but I can live in the blood of Fuyao Mountain. As long as the inheritance continues, The blood is continuous, why should I pursue that illusory longevity?"

Xu Yingzhi felt that it was different from what he said and could not persuade him any more, so he said: "Well, I can't help you if you think so, but I can't help you, the Three Lives Secret Realm is ironclad, and the Fuyao faction is indeed dead. Exhausted, what do you think? Since ancient times, the struggle against the sky has only backfired, old friend, do you want to go this way?"

"Don't forget, 'The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine,' everything cannot be perfect, but there is always a chance," Tong Ru said, "I will definitely find that chance."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Xu Yingzhi suddenly stopped him and said, "Wait, Xiaochun..."

Tong Ru paused slightly, lowered his head and sighed: "It's not what you think."

Xu Yingzhi: "Then how do you treat him?"

Tong Ru: "Jiang Peng has only been in name for many years, and he has never seen anyone. Over the years, Xiaochun has been my only disciple. I don't have any nasty thoughts about him, it's just..."

When he said this, he seemed to feel that it was a bit boring to explain this to others, so he suddenly slammed, floated a few steps, and disappeared.

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He clearly felt the boundless sourness that surged up in the heart of the master in an instant. The loneliness of thousands of years in the prehistoric era only melted into one person. After a long life, the ties were already deep like the sea of ​​the North. It is a piece of vegetation.

As for the rest... how dare you be a teacher.

Yan Zhengming suddenly felt bad. He suspected that there must be something wrong with his six senses and his brain. Is the so-called "dirty thoughts" the one he understood?

A lot of bizarre folk peach legends burst out in the head of Yan's head, and he felt that his whole person was dirty, and the dignifiedness of the head was so shattered that he couldn't clean it up.

At this moment, the situation in front of him suddenly changed, and his perspective flew, and the next moment, he had returned to Fuyao Mountain with his master.

For a time, Yan Zhengming couldn't even care about the filth of speculating about the love history of his elders, and his heart was slammed hard, desperately hoping that the footsteps of the master would be slowed down and let him take a good look through the eyes of the past. This Fuyao Mountain.

But Shizu ran faster than a rabbit, took him all the way, and reached the back mountain in an instant.

The Valley of Demons was already open, and real Zipeng and several big demons that Yan Zhengming didn't know seemed to come forward and say something to Tong Rufen. The voices were messy, and Yan Zhengming couldn't tell them apart for a while, but it felt like this group of demons wanted to stop him.

Tong Ru jumped down into the valley under the abyss, like a king eating a weight.

Yan Zhengming's eyes almost didn't come out. The next moment, his eyes were blurred for a while. Through the body of the master, Tongru, he felt a sharp pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Time was also dark in front of him, and he was bounced out in a blink of an eye.

When Yan Zhengming was gasping for breath and woke up with a grin, he saw Tong Ruzheng kneeling on a high platform not far away.

Is there such a place in the back mountain of Fuyao Mountain?

Yan Zhengming couldn't remember, he didn't walk the back mountain road a few times, he always felt that there was something extremely terrifying under the deep valley, and he never dared to look down.

He couldn't help but glanced down the stone steps of Tong Rulai Road, only to see that the stone steps seemed to reach from the ground to the sky, and he could not see the bottom at a glance. There were countless steps stacked on top of each other, and they were hidden by clouds in the middle. A bloody footprint, a little shocking, does not seem to be easy to climb.

Yan Zhengming turned to look at Tong Ru again, and saw that he was actually kneeling in front of a stone.

Yan Zhengming rubbed his eyes, leaned forward to identify it carefully, and said to himself, "Is that how the stone in Xiaoqian's yard came from? So it is really the coveted wish of everyone on Qinglong Island? Is there really a stone in the world that can make people's dreams come true?"

Before, he had never coveted any exotic treasures. Yan Zhengming traveled in the black market and had seen a lot of good things. Some of them were freed up, and some of them were left behind. At this point in his cultivation, he needed the least assistance from external objects, but at this moment he stared at this demonic stone, his thoughts flashed, and he suddenly became fascinated by something uncontrollable.

They all chased and played in Cheng Qian's yard when they were young, but apart from the heat and coolness, no one would look at this stone. Now that I think about it, I am afraid that at that time, I was really innocent and wanted nothing.

Yan Zhengming thought like a demon, if he has this stone now, can he make a wish to let Fuyao Mountain's mountain closure order be opened? Can we go back to the past - Han Yuan didn't fall into a demon, Cheng Qian didn't disappear for a hundred years, the master came back to life, the Yan family was rich, they lived on the mountain where there was no competition in the world, idle clouds and wild cranes, those who want to work hard work hard, those who don't want to work hard mess with each other...

Yan Zhengming stared at the stone stubbornly across the infinite void, and stretched out his hand, almost overlapping with Tong Ru's hand.

In an instant, he seemed to hear Zhong Dalu in his ears, and a thrilling loud roar almost shook his soul.

Tong Ru walked up the mountain with blood stains one step at a time and passed by his hundred years of quest. Cheng Qianqian became cold in his arms and folded with his master's soul. Yan Zhengming shouted, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the demon that had been brewing for many years finally disappeared The eyebrows pierced out and fell in front of him, becoming the appearance of Cheng Qian.

Cheng Qian was covered in blood, and it seemed like the blood in his chest could never be stopped, Yan Zhengming suddenly forgot where he was, staggered forward and grabbed Cheng Qian: "Who will save him! Master... Master, Master... Where the hell have you all gone, help me see Xiao Qian..."

At this moment, a piece of indigo light suddenly erupted on the stone behind him, slowly permeating, wrapping Cheng Qian's body, filling the fatal wound on his chest, and all the bloodstains disappeared little by little.

Yan Zhengming felt great ups and downs, great sorrow and joy, knelt on the ground, his mind was blank for a while, he only looked at Cheng Qian madly, Xu Yingzhi asked Tong Ru as if the words were in his ears: "So what do you think of him?"

Cheng Qian in his arms seemed to be asleep, motionless, lying in his arms obediently, Yan Zhengming stretched out his fingers like a ghost, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and finally landed on Cheng Qian's lips , he first touched it lightly, as if he had been scalded, his fingers shrank abruptly, and after a while, he tentatively put it back on.

How do you treat him?

Yan Zhengming seemed to be separated into two people for a while, one righteously said angrily beside him: "Cheng Qian is your junior brother, are you a beast? Ridiculous!"