"The voice, appearance, and smile of the jade statue are quite similar to my disciple's cousin, Wang's Yu Yan." After a pause, he added: "It should be said that they are exactly the same. At that time, I really thought that sister Yu Yan was standing in front of me."
Murong Fu tried his best to sound calmer.
When Wu Yazi heard this, he was greatly surprised: "Is there such a coincidence in the world?"
"However, the jade statue at that time reminded the disciple of another person. She was 67% similar to the jade statue. It was the disciple's aunt, Mrs. Wang. Now that I think about it, if my aunt was twenty years younger, she would be exactly the same as the jade statue.
"
Murong Fu said it seemingly unintentionally.
Silence, long silence.
If there is a person in the world who is similar to the unknown jade statue in the cave, it can be explained by coincidence, then if two people are similar, the coincidence becomes pale and feeble.
"Reinstated, do you know your aunt's maiden name? How old is she this year?"
After a long time, Wu Yazi spoke, his voice dry, as if he had put in a lot of effort to finish this short sentence?
Murong Fu thought for a moment: "My aunt's maiden name was mentioned to her disciples by my mother when she was still alive. It seems that her surname is Li Tao Qingluo. I'm not sure about her age. I think she must be very young."
Two lines of clear tears ran down Wu Yazi's smooth cheeks.
outside the house.
"Aluo, are you married and have children? Yes, it has been so many years. It's great, great."
Another gust of breeze blew by, and all the candles were extinguished. In the darkness, Wu Yazi's old voice came: "I'm tired, you two go down first and come back tomorrow."
He was clearly not far away, but his voice sounded far away, perhaps because the thing between the three of them was called years.
Thinking about it this way, it's not bad to be a madman, at least you no longer have to live in a cage woven by others.
Time only shows its power at this moment. It seems that in an instant, Wuyazi has experienced dozens of spring and autumn years. Years of injuries have not left many traces of vicissitudes on his face, but one sentence carries him through time.
After a short walk, the fairy-like old man in the painting suddenly fell into the mortal world with just a few words. At that moment, his voice was particularly old, like a real octogenarian.
Su Xinghe was full of doubts, but the master didn't want to say that he couldn't ask questions, so he tried to get some information out of Murong Fu. But in order not to reveal any flaws, Murong Fu could only pretend not to know anything.
But it really made him feel a little uncomfortable. After all, it has been difficult to resist spoilers since ancient times.
Master is very old. Although he has incredible skills, he has been exhausted by years of injuries. Junior brother, you are the last disciple that Master will accept in this life."
I have to sigh, Su Xinghe is very good at managing people. These mute servants should obviously be full of resentment towards him, but they are surprisingly loyal. In the original world, these servants finally used their bodies in the life-and-death battle between Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu.
Su Xinghe blocked the pillar of fire pushed by Ding Chunqiu, and no one backed down. The tragic and tragic scene shocked Murong Fu in his heart when he read this passage.
How joyful is life, and how painful is death.
Su Xinghe looked at Wu Yazi blankly and said worriedly: "Master, you."
Murong Fu remained silent.
The best martial arts in the world should be memory.
Although there are many mute servants in this valley, they are not actually my Xiaoyao disciples. They are all evil people who have done many evil things in the past. They were caught by my senior brother to prick their deaf ears and cut out their tongues and serve as servants.
Wu Yazi sat alone in the small wooden house. The small room was like a real tomb at the moment, with dust-laden memories buried inside. Suddenly one day, someone opened the coffin lid, and the past was gone and turned into ashes.
The bright moon in the sea sheds tears, and the jade in the blue field produces smoke in the warm sun.
Although the Xiaoyao sect is called Xiaoyao, how can they really live a life of freedom? The three elders are close to immortals in martial arts, but they are stuck in the love affairs of men and women, and they have been obsessed with it all their lives. And the world is busy in the world, how much joy can it have? How many people can be happy?
?Either you are tied to the bridle of fame and run around all your life. Or you suffer from the eight sufferings and three poisons for a lifetime. How many people are transcendent? If the world is a big cage, then the body is a small prison. Most people
This life seems to be constantly growing, but in fact it is constantly changing from one cell to another.
I remember a madman once said: The second happiest thing in a person's life is to die the moment he is born, and the first happiest thing is to have never been born.
Su Xinghe's tone was bitter, and there was an indescribable desolation in his words.
Although Su Xinghe didn't understand what happened to his master all of a sudden, he always obeyed his master's instructions. Since the master said he was tired, it meant he was tired.
Su Xinghe smiled and said: "Look at me, today is a great day for junior brother to become a disciple. As a senior brother, I am here to feel miserable. It really shouldn't be, it shouldn't be. Junior brother, when senior brother has set up a seat for you,
Thought it was a celebration. Haha.”
Murong Fu's heart moved and he asked: "Brother, I have something to ask of you, can you agree to it?"
He led Murong Fu to say hello, and then the two of them walked out of the previous doorway one after another, leaving Wu Yazi alone in the house.
"Forget it, Master is unpredictable, and it's not easy for disciples to figure out Master's thoughts. Maybe Master will be in a good mood one day and tell us, let's put this matter aside for now. Today, Junior Brother, you are
It’s a great day to join our Xiaoyao sect. Come to think of it, our Xiaoyao sect has not accepted a disciple for thirty years.
Su Xinghe smiled and said: "You and I are from the same sect, so there is no need to be so polite. I think, based on the degree of satisfaction Master has with Junior Brother, he will probably let Junior Brother inherit the mantle. By then, Senior Brother will also take orders from you, Junior Brother. Junior Brother, yes
Whatever, just ask. Senior brother will try his best to do it for you."
Wu Yazi sighed quietly: "Xinghe, I have nothing to do."
As he said that, Su Xinghe waved to a mute servant in the distance. The servant walked straight to Su Xinghe. Su Xinghe pointed at himself, then at Murong Fu, and then made a few gestures, all of which were Murong Fu.
The mute speech was incomprehensible. The mute servant understood, got up and went to prepare.
"I want to ask my senior brother for some mute servants and bring them back to Gusu. I wonder if my senior brother can part with me?"
Su Xinghe laughed loudly: "I thought it was some big deal, but it turned out to be this. Junior brother, if you like these incompetent idiots, just take them all away. Although these guys did evil in their early years, they have been under the control of senior brother these years.
You have been trained to be very obedient. Junior Brother, just feel free to send me. It is still early, Senior Brother, I will show you the scenery of Leigu Mountain."
After saying that, Murong Fu did not allow him to hesitate, took his hand and walked out of the valley. Murong Fu had no choice but to follow.