Although the three cities of Free Sky are controlled by three different forces, the atmosphere seems to have returned to what it was before the emergence of the Underworld. All kinds of boring gossip filled the streets. One of the focuses of discussion was Chu Feiwu, who had just appeared before.
Chu Feiwu wandered around and felt a little bored. He secretly wondered if it was time to go back to see his mother and ask him all the things he needed to know. But deep down in his heart, he felt reluctant to leave Yan Yiyi. He knew that after Yan Yiyi appeared this time,
It may not happen next time.
While walking, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from an alley passing by. Chu Feiwu's heart moved. Since he had nothing to do, he turned in. The sound of the flute was quiet and gentle, and the more he listened, the more moving it became. Chu Feiwu followed the sound of the flute and went in.
Walking, he only reached a small room at the back. The door was slightly ajar. He walked in unknowingly, passed through the hall, and reached the small yard behind the house, where he found an old man sitting on a deck chair.
, playing the flute in his hand leisurely.
There were quite a few children gathered nearby, squatting on the edge, holding their cheeks, and listening attentively.
Chu Feiwu also stood there in a daze, listening to the old man's flute sound. The melodious flute sound just now suddenly turned sad and desolate, as if weeping and complaining, as if a silver needle hidden in the cotton cloth quietly penetrated.
He got past his guard and stabbed him.
After a period of pain, he became even more immersed in the sudden faint sound of the flute. Various memories suddenly came up, from the beginning to the present, from the past to the future, and tears burst into his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally held back his tears. The children who were squatting here just now and listening to the flute had already dispersed. Only the old man was still sitting on the recliner, playing with the flute in his hand, as if reminiscing.
What are you wearing?
Chu Feiwu wiped away her tears, stood up, and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly the old man said: "Little brother, stay here."
Chu Feiwu said apologetically: "I'm sorry, old man, I broke in without your permission. I'm going out right now!"
The old man's slender face looked at him with gentle eyes and said: "Little brother, I misunderstood. Just now, little brother cried very sadly while listening to the sound of the flute. If I want to say sorry, it is the old man who should say it to you. If you offend me,
Brother is sad."
Chu Feiwu said hurriedly and respectfully: "I don't dare, it's me who lost my composure and it has nothing to do with the old man."
The old man smiled and said: "Little brother, are you okay? If nothing happens, come over and chat with me casually. These days are too leisurely, and I have nothing to do."
Chu Feiwu was stunned, and after thinking that she was indeed fine, she bowed and walked over. The old man took out another small bench from the house and said, "You can sit down too."
Chu Feiwu looked at the small bench and remembered everything at home in the human world. Feelings surged in her heart. She took the stool and sat down. The old man smiled and said: "I made this small bench by myself. There was no one else in the human world at that time.
I would care about this, but now that I am here, these things have become the most precious memories."
Chu Feiwu nodded sincerely and said, "How come the old man is playing the flute here?"
The old man smiled and said: "What else can you do if you don't play the flute? I have been practicing for most of my life. Only when I got old did I realize that everything was in vain. Instead of working so hard, it would be better not to practice. Playing the flute here every day is also a kind of enjoyment.
"
From the smell of the old man playing the flute just now, Chu Feiwu sensed that the old man's cultivation was good, but he was only at the level of an advanced first-level player. He couldn't help but wonder: "How can it be Kong? The old man seems to be -----"
The old man laughed and said: "You want to say that I am only at this level, right? In fact, I don't want to practice anymore, haha - so I am often said to have six impure roots. If I have the chance,
I would rather go back to the human world."
This was the first time Chu Feiwu met a monk who was so indifferent to cultivation in the holy world. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why do you think so, old man? Promotion is every monk's dream."
The old man smiled and said: "So my six roots are not purified. When I was in the human world, I kept thinking about practicing martial arts. Later, I finally achieved my wish and became a monk in the holy world. Then I started to advance, and suddenly something happened.
One day, I realized that I had lost many more precious things, which were far more precious than cultivation."
After a pause, he said softly: "Even more precious than life--"
Chu Feiwu's heart was shaken, and he sat there speechless.
The old man seemed to have found someone rare, and continued: "Think about the people who loved me and cared about me in the past. I'm afraid they are all a pile of bones now. Although I am still alive, I really want to be with you.
They have also become a pile of bones. At least we can have the same beauty and sweetness-----"
As he spoke, he played with the flute again.
Chu Feiwu looked at him blankly and said: "Old man, what are you doing now that you are no longer practicing? Don't you think it would be a pity that all your past efforts have been in vain?"
The old man looked at him with a faint smile and said: "Little brother, it is impossible for a person to turn back. No matter what, you can only choose once. Since I made a mistake in the past, I shouldn't continue to make mistakes now.
Sitting here and playing the flute every day, recalling the past, can be regarded as my own way of spiritual practice, at least -----"
As he said that, he raised his head slightly, his eyes looking peacefully towards the sky, and said: "I think I live more like a human being than they do."
Chu Feiwu followed his gaze and saw two people dueling in the sky in the distance. The waving palm gestures and sharp sword light formed a special scene in the air, but in the free sky,
But it is an extremely normal picture.
The old man suddenly turned his head to look at him and said: "Looking at your age, but I can't see through you at all, your cultivation level must be very good. But seeing how sad you were crying just now, you must have a lot of sad things."
Yes, at least it’s different from them.”
Chu Feiwu smiled bitterly and said, "Really? But I think I'm similar to them."
The old man shook his head and smiled: "It's different. The fact that you can still cry means that you are still sad, can think, and know how humans express their emotions, and they -----"
As he said that, his eyes floated in the air again, and he said lightly: "It's just a leveling machine-----"
Chu Feiwu was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "I would rather be like them and know nothing, then everything would be simple."