"Next, is the story of my disciple." The old man suddenly smiled, and when he mentioned his disciple, his tone showed pride.
This pride comes from his disciples, and this pride comes from his disciples.
Perhaps many years ago, there was a young scholar who was proud of the old man's high-spirited youth. Perhaps the young people at that time did not understand why that scholar looked back whenever he traveled down the mountain.
What exactly is brilliant?
The young people back then didn't know it, but now the old people finally know it.
Because that young man back then had the same light in his eyes now.
This was an expectant look in his eyes, because he knew that his disciple would definitely be better than his master. He was once a frivolous young man, but after many ups and downs, he finally became better than his master.
Nowadays, the glory of youth has gone, and what has been replaced is gray hair and an old face. But it still remains the same. It is better than the original blue, and what is obtained is a brighter light.
That is the disciple of this old man. Now, the old man already knows that his most proud disciple has reached an extremely high position.
At this point, no matter how much he chases after him, he is still out of reach. Because, in this life, he can no longer look for the way forward. He can only stand behind and watch silently.
The wish in his heart is to look at each other from a distance. Even if it is just a glance, to see how high his growth has reached. Just a glance. This was originally a wish that could not be obtained in this life, but now, it suddenly appeared.
The old man didn't know why he appeared here, but when he appeared here, he saw this young man in white who was wandering in his dream.
Just one glance, and his heart was shaken. The old man didn't know why, he saw here the child he had always cared about even before his death.
Day after day, day after day, the young man who has always been confused has been watched by the old man.
The old man has always wanted to wake up this person who has sunk here, because he has noticed that the young man's state is not right, and he has also noticed that the rotation of the world here is not right.
The stasis of time, the reflux of time. Everything is extremely strange. Even the old man who observes all this is also like this himself.
This is not the real world, and the young man is not the person he knows. All of this is trapped in a nightmare. And he is the nightmare itself?
Maybe, maybe not. Since he can exist here, there must be a reason for his existence.
The old man didn't know why. But he knew that no matter what, he had to wake up this young man who was no longer in his memory.
Until one night of wind and rain, the old man suddenly found that he could move.
He also didn't know why he could move, nor how long he could move. But he knew that if he didn't appear at this moment, perhaps this young man would continue to sink.
The old man doesn't know how long he can persist, but he also knows that his existence is not far away.
When he began to move, an invisible stick of incense quietly lit up between heaven and earth.
Although this stick of incense cannot be seen, the old man can clearly feel that a force is burning.
This power is the last remaining power of his soul. Once it is burned out, his soul will be completely gone.
The old man didn't care that his soul was reduced to ashes, because he was already about to die.
How can a dead person be afraid of dying again?
He no longer belongs to this era, and the only thing he can do is to use his body as fuel to fuel the light in his eyes.
The old man's name is Gu Tianshu. He is here for comfort, not for defeat. He has never lost his battle with the sky.
He used to be the most popular person in the world.
Now he can just be dispersed by the wind, one fight after another.
Feng Liu was gone, but Shi Dou still existed in his heart.
That's that person's continuing glory!
The old man spoke slowly, telling the story to the young man in front of him.
Who is the one who opened his spirit and escaped from the mortal world, watching the moonlight at night? Who is the one who never returns home before falling into the clouds, and who will not hear the answer when he is a stranger? Who is it? All roads leading to the sky should be killed, and the alchemy and spiritual cultivation are all great roads.
After the frost, wind, and blood rain followed the chaos of the earth, who added to the splendor? All the grace and arrogance belong to him.
Who is it again? The stars, moon and shadows are all over the peach blossoms. I will never forget why I cared about her when I saw her. My love for you and my concubine lasts forever.
Who is it, the mountains and rivers listen to the wind and recall the snow songs, and hold the world with your kindness and righteousness. Who is it, who is looking for the way home, and protects and cares for all the rain and clouds.
Who burns out all vitality, kills all the immortals in heaven and earth at dusk, and holds the power of life and death for him.
The old man's figure is gradually fading, and his words are as pale as a thin shadow.
As soon as the words fell, the young man burst into tears. In his mind, everything was filled with the horror of heaven and earth.
Who is the young man who is so full of spirit that he rides in front of the battlefield, and the road is full of twists and turns, and the underworld breaks his heart. Who is it, the frost, wind, blood and rain chaos the earth, adding glory to him in one stroke. Who is the one who burns the sun like blood, life and death disappear, seizes the creation of heaven and earth, and takes power for him.
Who is it that all the love and pride belong to him?
The young man's whole body was shaking, and his eyes were as red as blood. He still didn't remember who he was, and he still didn't remember who this old man who was so familiar to the viewer was.
But he remembered who the old man was talking about.
That person was him. The young man didn't know who he was, and he had never experienced most of the things in the story. But the strong intuition in his heart pushed him.
He screamed for death and wailed. He attacked crazily again, with corpses strewn everywhere, and he saw countless bloody beasts approaching him from a distance.
Close at hand, within reach.
At this moment, the invisible incense has burned out. The old man's body has become even more indifferent. If it weren't for the red light from all directions, it would have been impossible to see it.
The old man shook his head and smiled without any regrets. He said, "Son, you are a tall man. Come on, make your choice."
As he spoke, the sky and the earth were shaken. The young man's body was also shaken. Memories were surging, and his mind was exploding. His body involuntarily stretched out his hand.
A bloody hand and a white hand touched together at this moment.
So, in an instant, the red mist surged again.
In this world, only the old man is left alone. After a while, this old man will also disappear, and along with him will this world of trouble begin to fragment.
A long sigh.
"In the end, I still didn't hear you call me Master again. However, it doesn't matter, after all, I saw you again."
The words fell softly, and a two-colored bird flew away not far away.
"Master"
There was a soft sound, and then a thud.
Someone knelt on their knees and kowtowed three times to the old man.
The old man raised his head and took advantage of his last moments to look back sharply. Looking back, he shook his head again.
"You are not Chu Cheng. It seems that you are the one who injected this trace of my residual thoughts into this illusion in order to wake him up."
The man did not raise his head, but nodded and said, "Although I am not the original Chu Cheng, I am still his clone. The memories of the past remain in my mind. You are my master."
"It was me who used the method of counter-chaos that brought Master back to me, because this disciple can only think of you as the only glimmer of hope to wake him up."
The man raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.
The wind cracked the sky and a violent wind roared.
When the old man saw this face clearly, the figure finally completely disappeared. But before it disappeared, there was relief and a different color in his eyes.