It was too late to say, but it was too late to see Shangguan Wudao take a deep breath of it before the battle, then he raised his energy, stepped on the void, exhaled, and jumped several feet high. He actually flew like that with Yan Xiaolan on his back.
He stood up and landed safely. Everyone around him was stunned when they saw this scene. They simply couldn't believe that what was happening in front of them was real.
Are there really people in this world who know Qing Kung? And looking at this posture, it seems that their Qing Kung is not weak. This is simply unbelievable. Everyone was whispering to each other, talking about it, and looking at Yan Xiaolan and Shangguan Wudao a little more.
weird.
"Zhutou, your martial arts skills are unpredictable, please teach me, okay?" Yan Xiaolan obediently buried her head in Shangguan Wudao's back. This cold man made her feel more and more at ease.
Safe, with him, she doesn't have to worry about anything.
"Really, why did you kiss me if you didn't just stay on your back? It almost caused us to... if something happens, wouldn't it be over for both of us?" Shangguan Wudao let go of one hand.
Xiaoppu, who was patting Yan Xiaolan, said helplessly, giving all his tenderness to Yan Xiaolan without any reservation.
"Haha, that's fine. Since we can't live together, it would be a good destination to die together. Many people who loved each other in ancient times couldn't even dream of it." Yan Xiaolan laughed.
By the way, at a certain moment just now, Yan Xiaolan really had the idea of dying for love in Mount Emei with Shangguan Wudao. What a silly girl.
"..." Shangguan Wudao was completely defeated. From then on, he just worked hard and climbed up slowly with Yan Xiaolan on his back. He didn't say anything more because he was afraid that the more he talked, the more he would become confused.
.
By the time Yan Xiaolan and Shangguan Wudao arrived at the Golden Summit of Emei, the sun had already set. Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun filling the Golden Summit, Yan Xiaolan felt so sleepy that she had no intention of going with Shangguan Wudao.
Enjoy the sunset scenery, sorry!
Seeing Yan Xiaolan's tired look, Shangguan Wudao was not in the mood to watch the sunset, so he had to accompany Yan Xiaolan to the Zen room to rest, and agreed to have a good sleep tonight, and then get up early tomorrow morning to watch the sunrise together.
Since mountain climbing is really a very strenuous task, Yan Xiaolan slept so deeply that night that even Shangguan Wudao put her gently on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Then she closed the Zen door and left her room without anyone knowing.
Late at night, with the lights on the Golden Dome of Emei brightly lit and the mountain fog lingering, a black shadow suddenly broke into the Golden Light Hall, bringing with it a strong gust of wind and blowing out the Buddhist lanterns one by one.
"The great disciple of the Hualiu Clan, Shangguan Wudao, has taken the liberty of asking to see Master Zhiguang, and begs the master to show up." It turns out that the black figure is Shangguan Wudao, and the move he just used is called Fengjuanwanyun, which is a legend from the famous Hualiu Clan in northern China.
A unique skill is meant to show one's identity.
"Sure enough, you are an outstanding disciple of the Hualiu Clan. It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I didn't expect you to be so cultivated at such a young age. You can master the technique of turning the wind around the remaining clouds." In just a moment, all the extinguished Buddhist lamps lit up again.
The entire golden hall shone brilliantly, and a scrawny little old man appeared in front of Shangguan Wudao like a ghost.
He is Zen Master Zhiguang, the old naughty brother of Zen Master Jinguang, the guardian of Emei Golden Summit who made Yan Xiaolan fail to learn martial arts last time and returned in despair. Well, if he had been there when Yan Xiaolan came to Emei Golden Summit last time
, he must have accepted Yan Xiaolan as his disciple. A person with Yan Xiaolan’s personality is very angry with this old guy’s temper.
"Master, you are so complimentary." Shangguan Wudao said respectfully, his words and deeds were neither arrogant nor humble, and did not insult the family tradition in the slightest.
"Haha, you are quite slippery. How are you doing, old boy Beitang Lie? It's been more than two years, and you haven't come to Mount Emei to play with me. It's true." Zen Master Zhiguang muttered and rubbed his fingers.
Beard, like an old child.
"My master is fine, and he misses me very much. But in the past two years, many things have happened in the sect, which makes him unable to visit me. I am here to apologize to you for my master, and I hope you can forgive me."
." Shangguan Wudao said and took out a secret letter and handed it to Zen Master Zhiguang, "This is a personal letter from my master. I urge you to read it personally. In addition, I also ask you to take the pulse of this junior and check for any minor illnesses.
What's going on?"
"A minor illness? There's no need to check your pulse. No one can cure your illness when it first entered your skin, not to mention it's already terminal. Silly boy, you don't have much time left.
Live a happy life every day." After reading the letter, Zen Master Zhiguang looked at Shangguan Wudao, and then shook his head. This expert is an expert, and he knew Shangguan Wudao just by looking at Shangguan Wudao.
I'm sick.
"I'm terminally ill? I don't have much time left. Master, are you kidding me? Although I get sick every month, I don't feel anything strange about my body after I get sick. Besides, my teacher also said:
I have been diagnosed many times and told me that my illness is not serious and that I should not worry and live happily every day. It was not until a few months ago that his old man gave me this confidential letter and asked me to do it for him.
I will take a trip and send the secret letter to the master, and also ask the master to help me take a look at my illness."
Shangguan Wudao had an ominous premonition at the beginning, but now he saw that Zen Master Zhiguang's expression was so serious that it didn't look like he was joking. Suddenly, he felt as if he had really been deceived, and he felt very uncomfortable. He thought he had got it.
It was just a minor illness, so he didn't take it to heart. Now, how can he tell someone about it?
"Haha, although I am a playful old man, I never make fun of people's lives. Your damn master is afraid that you will be depressed all day long after you find out that you have a terminal illness, so he said that to you. Is it possible?
Now don't you understand his good intentions for you?" Zen Master Zhiguang circled Shangguan Wudao and then returned to the starting point, saying with a playful smile, which made Shangguan Wudao break into cold sweat on his back.
"Thank you, Master, for speaking frankly. I would also like to ask Master, how many days do you have left for me?" Shangguan Wudao seemed to understand his master's intentions, and in his heart he no longer blamed his master for lying to him.
"If nothing happens, you can live for at most one month, otherwise that old boy Beitang Lie wouldn't let you come to me." Zen Master Zhiguang told the truth.
"One month? Only one month?" Shangguan Wudao finally understood why his master told him before leaving to hand over the secret letter to Zen Master Zhiguang before October.
"Yeah, almost." Zen Master Zhiguang suddenly saw something called obsession in Shangguan Wudao's eyes.
In fact, after Shangguan Wudao learned that he had a terminal illness, the first thing he thought of was Yan Xiaolan. He couldn't just leave her alone, he couldn't worry about her, and he couldn't bear to leave her.
"Master, junior please save me." Shangguan Wudao said and knelt down. This kneeling not only showed his respect for his elders and filial piety, but also showed his true temperament as a man. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of him.
After death, Yan Xiaolan will be sad.
"Alas, even that old boy is helpless, and I'm afraid that a scrawny old man like me can't help either!" Zen Master Zhiguang shook his head for a while, and suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Shangguan Wudao with joy and worry, "Unless,,
,"
"Unless what? This junior is stupid, please let me know clearly." Shangguan Wudao found a glimmer of hope in Zen Master Zhiguang's eyes, and he felt a little excited.
"Unless we use the centuries-old spiritual root of Emei - the petals of the seven-color hollyhock flower as medicine and make tea for you to take for a year, your disease can be completely eradicated, but,," Zen Master Zhiguang said, with a troubled expression on his face.
"..." Shangguan Wudao was silent for a while. Of course he knew that the legendary seven-color hollyhock flower was a rare spiritual root in the world. It bloomed only once every six years, and each flower blooming symbolizes reincarnation.
It was too difficult for him to ask Zen Master Zhiguang for the petals of the seven-color hollyhock flower.
"Silly boy, let's see where you are thinking. In fact, I do have the petals of the seven-color hollyhock flower, and I won't be stingy, but -" Zen Master Zhiguang said hesitantly, making Shangguan Wudao confused.
"Junior knows that the seven-color hollyhock flower is a rare treasure. Since the master is willing to give it to me to save my life, I will naturally be very grateful. However, what the master just said made me a little confused." Shangguan Wudao said truthfully.
He asked what he was thinking.
"I can give you seven-color hollyhock petals for free, and I guarantee that they can completely cure your terminal illness. However, I still have to explain some things to you in advance." Zen Master Zhiguang said solemnly.
"Master has something to say, but it's okay to say it. I'm all ears." Shangguan Wudao suddenly felt that the surroundings were very quiet, and it was a bit scary.
"Although these seven-color hollyhock petals can cure all terminal diseases in the world, a small amount of the soul of the terminally ill person must be used as a sacrifice." Zen Master Zhiguang spoke eloquently, which made Shangguan Wudao feel confused.
Shangguan Wudao: "Using a small amount of the soul of a terminally ill person as a sacrifice?"
Zen Master Zhiguang: "Well, that means that after you take it, you will instantly lose the memory of the past year, and it will be difficult to recover, and your temperament will become very different from now."
Shangguan Wudao: "Then isn't it equivalent to me being resurrected as another person?"
Zen Master Zhiguang: “Almost.”
Shangguan Wudao: "Master, isn't there any other better way?"
Zen Master Zhiguang: "No. If I want to save you, this is the only way."
Reborn as another self? This is simply more uncomfortable than killing himself. Shangguan Wudao closed his eyes and thought for a long time. If he lost his memory for nearly a year, would he still remember Yan Xiaolan? What if he
If Yan Xiaolan's temperament has changed, will Yan Xiaolan still treat him like she does now?
As he was thinking about it, a drop of blue tears fell from the corner of Shangguan Wudao's eyes. Legend has it that people only shed blue tears when they are extremely sad. I don't know if Shangguan Wudao was in extreme sadness at this time. Anyway,
, there are still genuine blue tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.