After drinking a pot of spiritual wine, Xuan Chizi's body was filled with the rich aroma of wine and spiritual energy.
He took a long breath and exhaled, and continued to exhale...
Jiang Sibai felt the breath with the strong aroma of wine blowing on his face, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is not breathing and exhaling, but a long breath of Qi!
Xuan Chizi's true energy spurted out with this breath!
Jiang Sibai opened his eyes in shock and saw that Xuan Chizi's body was still spitting out the energy he had accumulated over hundreds of years in all directions.
This true energy washed away the white cauldron jade placed around it, and also washed away the bodies of the two people in front of them.
Jiang Sibai felt that an extremely pure vitality was being injected into his body, and this vitality was quickly transformed into true energy, greatly increasing the amount of true energy accumulated in his body.
Is this the so-called ‘chance’?
Jiang Sibai's eyes trembled. Is this the opportunity that Master seeks for him?
He seemed to see another scene before his eyes. When his master emerged, he was sitting in front of him as he is now, accepting the last breath of his master, Taoist Mo Shang...
Then his heart began to tremble.
Is this how Luo Yun Fairyland is inherited?
Is this the Feathering Ceremony?
This is feathering!
But this is not over yet.
Xuan Chizi's true energy was still emanating, and his soul emerged from between his brows.
Then the body of the soul actually collapsed and turned into streaks of sword light that scattered.
The scattered sword light is the sword art that Xuan Chizi has learned in his life, and because it is a fragment of the soul, only the two people in front of Xuan Chizi can fully see the mysterious evolution of the fragments that are like a flash in the pan when they are scattered.
Jiang Sibai just took one look and was attracted by the many subtleties of swordsmanship displayed in front of him.
And that line has already sunk in, forgetting everything and me.
This is what Taoist Mo Shang seeks for Jiang Sibai: Xuan Chi’s lifelong understanding of the art of swordsmanship!
The old Taoist priest was obviously worried that he was delaying his disciple's talent, so he acted like this.
But Jiang Sibai still pulled his attention away. He could never get over the threshold in his heart and could never face this moment calmly.
So he moved his gaze upwards and saw the crumbling soul.
And slowly, this soul no longer had the human form of Xuan Chizi, but turned into the shape of a sword and continued to break apart.
Jiang Sibai's familiar master seemed to have completely disappeared from this world.
"Crazy~"
Suddenly he heard a sigh in his ear.
Then he suddenly came back to his senses, and vaguely seemed to see an almost completely transparent afterimage above the small sword transformed by Xuan Chizi's soul, silently looking down at him.
When Jiang Sibai saw this, he stood up in excitement. He didn't care about the flushing of true energy or the enlightenment of the sword by his soul. He just looked at the afterimage sincerely and bowed with his fists clasped: "Uncle, let's go."
The afterimage seemed surprised by this, but still nodded slightly, and then floated upwards without any weight at all.
The walls of Chengdao Palace seemed to be unobstructed, and the afterimage penetrated directly into the ceiling and disappeared.
Jiang Sibai didn't care about anything else at this time, and didn't care about the current situation, and rushed out directly.
What chance and sword enlightenment are no longer so important in his eyes.
He was very sure that his intention to find Xuan Zhaozi had always been pure, so at this time, saying goodbye to Xuan Zhaozi was far more important in his heart than these so-called opportunities!
"noob!"
Taoist Mo Shang shouted.
But Jiang Sibai rushed out regardless.
He jumped up to the roof of Chengdao Palace. He tried his best to squint his eyes to distinguish, and then vaguely saw the afterimage that continued to rise in the air. He clasped his fists and bowed again:
"Uncle, let's go!"
He bowed and raised his head, watching the afterimage disappear without a trace, unwilling to return to his senses for a long time...
"Xiaobai, your uncle has left."
Taoist Mo Shang's slightly trembling voice sounded beside him.
Jiang Sibai turned around and saw his master standing next to him with red eyes.
Only then did he notice that not only their master and apprentice were around, but also the old guys who were originally in the palace had appeared on the roof.
Although it was strange that a group of big guys suddenly climbed onto the roof, each of these people's eyes were red now and they were immersed in sadness.
"Senior brother has left, let's go down."
Master Shenji sighed.
Then the big guys also nodded and got off the roof.
It's just that the way the big guys looked at Jiang Sibai was different at this time.
One day they will also become adults, so will they receive such a sincere farewell from their descendants?
Jiang Sibai stabilized his mind and followed everyone back to the main hall of Chengdao Palace in silence.
He came back just in time to see Xuan Chizi's body... no, it should be called a slough.
This slough is turning into pieces of light feathers, dissipating in the air slowly and quickly.
Only the black-clothed Xingfeng, who was fully enlightened, and the various tripod jade in that place were left.
From the outer circle to the inside, they are red, yellow, green, and ink.
"It turns out that this is how Ding Yu came to be..."
Jiang Sibai knew one more thing.
As Taoist Mo Shang said, this cauldron jade is indeed a gift left by the elders of the sect to the younger generations. It is no wonder that the Xianyuan Palace always provides everyone with so many conveniences.
Jiang Sibai sighed in his heart. After experiencing this incident, he suddenly felt that the relationship between himself and Luo Yun Fairyland was closer.
"Xiaobai, let's go back."
Taoist Mo Shang pulled Jiang Sibai, as if he had done something wrong.
Of course his intention was good, so that Jiang Sibai could get more benefits.
After so many years, everyone has become accustomed to this kind of thing.
But when he saw Jiang Sibai's true feelings revealed, his heart that had been silent for a long time began to feel the same.
Actually, how sad is Jiang Sibai?
That feeling is definitely not comparable to that of Master's generation.
It's just that he felt that he shouldn't accept Xuan Chizi's gift so calmly and let this uncle leave alone.
So he felt that he should give something to the other party, even if it meant giving up the benefits that had been put on his lips.
Otherwise, he will feel unbearable and uneasy.
It was as if he was drinking the essence and blood of Xuan Chi to strengthen himself, and he didn't like this.
"You kid...that's all. This is fine. Senior brother will definitely be very happy."
Taoist Mo Shang sighed, and his whole body felt much lighter.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the sincerity I felt in Jiang Sibai actually lifted Taoist Mo Shang's state of mind that had been stagnant for a long time.
It seemed that because he felt that sincere grief, the energy in his heart became much purer.
Taoist Mo Shang is not a very talented cultivator, so he has stayed in the realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top for so many years without making any progress.
Now he has vaguely grasped the true meaning of the formula for the five qi to rise to the vitality.
[If you are empty of sorrow, your spirit will be calm, and the fire energy of the south will rise towards the Yuan Dynasty]!
He previously thought that this "emptiness of sorrow" was to make him restrain himself and abandon his sorrow.
Now that I think about it, I should feel the "sorrow", understand what I'm "sorrowful", and then come out of it.
This "emptiness" is not the emptiness of nothingness, but a kind of calmness after fully realizing this feeling.
Jiang Sibai noticed that his master seemed to be a little distracted, so he carefully supported him and walked slowly on the mountain road.
He had just experienced the emergence of a familiar master, and now his mind was filled with thoughts like 'Master is old and his body and bones are not good anymore, so he must take good care of him'.