The person in the story was young and arrogant. He was a wealthy family. He had some property at home, but he was convicted because of his wealth. His family was harmed by enemy bandits. Everyone in the family died, except for a few servants outside, and the young man who was there.
He managed to survive, eating preserved fruits and quenching his thirst with spring water in the mountains, but he was gifted and imitated the white apes in the mountains and practiced vomiting.
After taking revenge, he didn't know what to do. The old housekeeper hoped that he would continue to be a rich man.
But a young man who has become accustomed to the mountains and the clouds cannot be a master.
So all the wealth recovered was distributed to the people.
Lying alone in a restaurant, watching the clouds and chasing the moon, drunk and happy.
After waking up, I saw that all the gold and silver in the car were gone, leaving only a few copper coins, which were not enough to pay for the drinks. But in the blink of an eye, even the three copper coins were caught by the little naughty boy and ran away to exchange them.
Tanghulu, the young knight was stunned, but then he just laughed loudly. The seventeen-year-old boy carried a knife and went to a restaurant to wash dishes and chopsticks for three months. Only then did he save enough money to ride in a caravan.
, go to Jianghu.
In this life, I was carefree, holding my sword and roaring. I once invited dragon kings to drink together by the mountains and rivers. I once entered a desperate situation to save an unknown person.
When I was young, I couldn't help but smile when I think about it when I competed in martial arts to find a bride.
I also wore bright clothes and angry horses, rejoicing in grudges.
He became a real person before he was a hundred years old. He was arrogant at a young age and refused the Jade Emperor's edict.
Because of the disaster, he didn't want the girl to die with him, so he chose to knock her unconscious and hand her over to his companions.
Go alone to face the demon who slaughters the common people to achieve his own way.
Until he finally destroyed his Taoist base and slashed out with a sword. That sword cut through the blazing lava and cut off his own path to immortality.
Countless past memories came to mind one after another, real and painful. Chu Hongtu looked at his hands, looking at the old, wrinkled palms, and what came to his mind was that he was old and dying in that life.
The girl changed her past carefree and casual nature. In just over a hundred years, she broke through the realm one after another. Over two hundred years old, she broke through the realm of human immortality and achieved the realm of earthly immortality.
But his sword cut through the layers of Dao foundation, and he could only feel that his Yuan Qi continued to disperse and could no longer be condensed.
At the end of his life, what he saw was the painful and unwilling sight of the girl.
He was obviously a wild and heroic ranger, but at this moment, big drops of tears fell on his wrinkled hands. He raised his head and saw the girl not far away, who looked just like she did a thousand years ago.
Still in pain and unwilling to accept it, all the things that happened in the past eight hundred years came to mind, and there was sadness and sadness in his eyes: "You again, why are you doing this..."
The young Taoist's wrist moved slightly, and the sword in his palm was lifted.
This sword still looks plain.
But it can overwhelm the sword of the Earth Immortal who has been practicing for eight hundred years.
Yu Miao's face was filled with tears: "I wanted to chase that devil back then, and I saw him killing people, but why did you destroy Dao Ji in the end... It's all my fault." Chu Hongtu suddenly laughed loudly.
: "Wrong, I killed him not for you, but because of what he did. Since we are practicing Taoism and are knights, and when we see monsters, how can we let him do whatever he wants? We should kill him with the sword!"
"Be a hero and do justice."
"If you only care about your own stability and live in a house, you will be a hero and you will be righteous!"
Chu Hongtu pressed the knife, raised his eyes, looked at the city he had protected, and suddenly said:
"Eight hundred years, what a long dream..."
"Miao'er, what kind of deal did you make with Yinsi to allow me to be reincarnated as a human being?"
Yu Miao was silent and replied: "...there are also great demons in the world, and there are times when the top ten evil spirits cannot catch them."
"I hold the sword for them."
"Every eight hundred years of fighting, slaying demons, clearing up the ghost atmosphere, maintaining Yin and Yang, and determining the gap between life and death, fighting this killing in exchange for Yin virtue so that you can be reincarnated. The underworld, Yama, does not pay attention to anything else, only Yin virtue.
Even if you have great Yin virtue, you will never allow anything to return Yang."
Chu Hongtu said: "No wonder I always see you leaving occasionally, and your breath is often unstable when you return."
"But, do you think that after reincarnation, I am really me?"
Yu Miao replied: "A cultivator has a long lifespan. As long as he can enter the realm of immortality, it can last for thousands of years. Reincarnation is just a matter of losing memory. Could it be that people in the human world would abandon their partner and ignore him because he is seriously injured and loses his memory?"
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Chu Hongtu was dejected, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute the girl in front of him. He just said:
"But, you have suffered so much during these eight hundred years..."
"Not bitter."
Chu Hongtu looked at Qi Wuhuo and asked, "My little friend, do you think you will still be the same person after reincarnation?"
The young Taoist thought for a long time but could not get the answer because Yuyangzi had already had his jade token shattered and those memories had been erased.
But Yuyangzi is still Yuyangzi.
Yu Miao and Chunyang were given jade tokens by their teacher, and the related memories were temporarily sealed. However, their natures remained the same and they did not become other people because of this.
So after a long time, he just replied: "I don't know, if you are still the same person, and it is no different from ordinary people who temporarily forget their memories, then the reincarnation of immortals and Buddhas who have sealed their true spirits will not be called [Calamity].
; But if it is really not a person, then there will be no ending like [returning from calamity]."
"I think whether you are a person or not should depend on whether the last me is still [me]."
"If I sink into all the painful memories, then I am no longer me. But if [I] do not change even if I am reincarnated for thousands of years, then it is just a period of time and an experience, and it does not matter to me."
Chu Hongtu murmured for a long time and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, what a good person for me, what a good person to come back from all the calamities."
"It seems that these eight hundred years have indeed been a dream cycle."
"Okay! That's it for now. I don't want to think about it anymore. My mind has never been very good."
"My little friend, I know there is some evil virtue in the underworld. I died saving people back then. Isn't that some evil virtue? Hahaha, I gave it to you, but now I still want to ask for something from you." The old man stretched out his hand.
He picked up the cup that was lifted into the air by Xiantian Qi. There was clear water without any impurities in it.
The old man took out the jug from his waist, poured all the wine in it, and then poured half of the water into it.
Lift the other half and hand it to the girl in front of you.
Yu Miao looked at him.
The old man's smile was bright, just like the young hero who laughed and fell down in the past, and like the young man who once fought fiercely for a person he was acquainted with until he wore eighteen wounds, drank under the moon, flicked his sword and sang, he was full of high spirits.
Kanran looked at the still gorgeous girl in front of him and said, "Come on."
"Drink this love-forgetting water..."
"Let go of the eight hundred years of persistence and the eight hundred years of confusion. Wake up from a big dream, forget all this, and then go back to being the swordsman who was carefree with a sword and could cut off everything in the world."
Yu Miao looked at Chu Hongtu in front of her, seemingly numb but as if she had already expected this, and caught the cup.
But he was too stunned to speak.
Chu Hongtu held the Wangqing Water and looked at the water in it, the love at first sight when he was young, the noise when walking in the rivers and lakes, the calmness of life and death, the length of eight hundred years, and the eight hundred years of his existence for the girl in front of him.
Blocked, the young Taoist couldn't understand the complexity in his eyes. It was nostalgia and a sigh. Finally, the old man raised his neck and drank the water of forgetfulness.
The wine bottle fell to the ground.
This is something that acts on the soul. Chu Hongtu closed his eyes and was stunned for a long time.
He woke up.
This is an old man in a green shirt, sitting on the ground.
He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know why he is here.
He was confused and confused.
He didn't know why he had tears in his eyes.
But he seemed to feel that his life was coming to an end and that he was going to die.
dying.
So, what should you do before you die?
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was so far and vast that people couldn't help but be intoxicated. He looked at the mountains and the vast land in the distance. He suddenly stood up. His blood seemed to be boiling. His life was about to end.
, he thought, but the world is so broad and beautiful. He saw someone holding a horse and saw the lion-patterned sword next to him, so he picked up the sword.
Then he instinctively flew up and landed on the horse. The horse neighed. He raised his hand and threw all the gold and silver on his body to the horse dealer. The latter was pleasantly surprised, but he had no use for this much money.
The old man had already raised his hand and hit the horse with his scabbard. The horse neighed and ran forward violently. The old man was white-haired, but he was like a young hero, laughing loudly.
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world."
“While laughing and talking about our great ambitions and hegemony, we can’t beat the drunkenness of life.”
He changed the tune again and again, his voice was desolate and free and easy: "I lifted my sword and rode astride, wielding the ghost rain, and my bones were as white as a mountain bird flying in terror."
"Everything in this world is like a tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people return to the rivers and lakes."
There is a knife in his hand, a horse at his hip, the road ahead, and nowhere is the end of the world. The old man's mind is wide open, and suddenly he is shocked. The innate energy realm that has been stagnant for a hundred years is pushed forward. Naturally, he breaks through and becomes a real person. His white hair turns black, his appearance
The wrinkles fade away, the horse neighs, the hero returns to his youthful appearance, presses his sword, and the horse gallops, I feel at ease and laugh out loud.
Brokenheart Grass is overbearing, even if it breaks through the realm and becomes a real person, its lifespan is only three days.
But three days of life, so what!
Hold a sharp sword and ride a fast horse!
To run to the end of the sky.
Go for a ride.
To chase you to the end of my heart.
Until you die on the road, your bones are buried in the wilderness, the earth is your mat, and the sky is your quilt!
The young Taoist and Yu Miao stood at a high place, watching the old man ride away on a fast horse, watching him break through, watching him even though he only had three days left to live, he still didn't feel pity, watching his eyes bright, that kind of
The free and unrestrained emotion makes people sigh with regret. The young Taoist holds a sword and seems to understand why the senior sister's carefree life was accompanied by such a person.
Yumiao holds the water of forgetfulness in her hand.
This is such a story.
The protagonist of the story is a girl who was abandoned by her parents. She was sold to a prostitute and almost became a prostitute. However, she cut her face with a hairpin, disfigured herself, and was beaten to death and locked up in a woodshed.
, looking at the wind and moon outside, struggling to survive. When I climbed out, I felt that the world outside was vast and beautiful.
Then he met an old man and was taken around the world.
Holding a sword carelessly, anyone who has practiced the art of swordsmanship for thirteen years will be able to defeat everyone.
However, he met a carefree and carefree young knight. In fact, he was not tempted, but just walked along without realizing it.
We rode horses together in the desert, fighting and joking along the way, but we were also together in life and death.
Yu Miao said: "I don't know where love comes from, just like the wind rising from the end of green grass. Although this kind of emotion is not as good as the ambition of saving the world, it unknowingly affects the body and mind... I really don't know whether it is persistence or emotion.
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"Speaking of which, fellow Taoist, is there anyone you care about?"
The young Taoist shook his head and replied calmly: "No."
Yu Miao said: "Really?"
"You are young after all."
She smiled and said: "Lonely life is lonely, so I need a Taoist companion. I have always felt that cultivating Taoism and living forever is going against heaven. This day is not the way of heaven, but Tao gives birth to one, then two, and then to three.
, we can only be regarded as immortals after we practice, reverse the three and return to two, reverse the two and return to one, and have the three flowers gather at the top."
"Practitioners, like walking on a dangerous cliff, need to join hands with each other to move forward. These are Tao couples."
"He fell down while performing a heroic act of justice. He should not have cut off his path like this."
"It's like someone walking with me fell off a cliff, but I was still on the road, so I held his hand, hoping to pull him back. No matter how painful it was, I couldn't let go, and I couldn't just watch him fall.
Boundless cliffs, I don’t know this, fellow Taoist, maybe you can understand?”
Neither love nor desire, the friendship between Taoists.
The young Taoist looked at the sky in the distance and said, "I have a story. Would you like me to listen to it?"
Yu Miao looked at him with her eyes.
The young Taoist said: "When the spring dries up, the fish and fish are on the land. They gnaw at each other to get wet and wet each other with foam."
The spring water has dried up, and the fish cannot survive on land. They keep each other's bodies moist with breathing and spitting, so as not to dry out, and support each other hard, just like Yu Miao has fought for the Yins for eight hundred years with a sword, maintaining Yin and Yang.
Balance, during several lives and deaths, the virtues gained in exchange for saving the common people only allowed Chu Hongtu to be reincarnated, hoping that he could become a witness to immortality.
Yu Miao was touched and said: "Longevity..."
"The story in this sentence is indeed appropriate."
"Like me for eight hundred years."
The young Taoist said: "And there is another sentence to this story."
He looked at the senior sister next to him who still looked like a young girl and was extremely charming, and said:
"It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other."
Yu Miao was stunned and lost her mind.
Even if they were spitting to keep each other's bodies moist and struggling to survive, it would be better to wander freely in the vast rivers and lakes.
Suddenly I felt heartbroken and empty.
The young Taoist looked at the girl next to him: "Fellow Taoist, won't you drink this cup?"
Yu Miao was quiet for a long time, holding the love-forgetting water, and then suddenly it tipped over, and the Yinsi Nether Treasure fell to the ground. She made a different decision from Chu Hongtu, but the young Taoist saw the calmness in her eyes and sensed her
His Qi has changed. He is neither ruthless nor forgetful, but encompasses many things.
He smiled and sighed, then slightly cupped his hands, turned around and left without saying another word.
The little peacock sat on his shoulder, and the medicinal spirit was hidden on his chest and collar. He said curiously:
"How come one person drank and the other didn't?"
"Do they think differently?"
"No, they all think the same thing."
The young Taoist replied: "I have already given up."
"Huh? Then why, one drank and the other didn't?"
The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:
"Probably, one drank this love-forgetting water because he let it go."
"And one because he let it go."
"So it doesn't make any difference whether you drink the love water or not."
"I simply won't drink anymore."
"Oh, that's how it is……"
The little peacock and the little Yaoling were both confused and puzzled, but the young Taoist understood that even in the same state of mind, the dashing Jianghu hero and the carefree Taoist swordsman would make different choices.
Walking with the sword in hand, the senior sister behind her has her eyes closed, and her body's energy has also changed. She is the direct descendant of the Supreme Being, extremely talented, and very skilled in swordsmanship. She has practiced Taoism for less than three hundred years and is already an earthly immortal. However, because of her deep love, she is
Because of his true nature, he was able to break through the realm of human and immortal within three hundred years, and because of his true love and nature, he suffered eight calamities and eight hundred years.
Now, it's time to break through.
The young Taoist passed by Senior Sister's blessed land and saw that there were many people in front of that blessed land. These people were waiting for the Sword Immortal to come back, but when they saw the young Taoist, they were all a little shocked. However, they had all wanted to kill Chu before.
Hongtu brought him back, but was forced to retreat by the young Taoist, so he came to look for Yumiao and was shocked to see the young Taoist.
They all backed away with a clatter.
The young Taoist raised his eyes slightly, but saw that those people were horrified. When he turned sideways, he saw a ghostly ghost walking out of the void, holding a soul seduction rope, with a bull's head and a horse's face. Whenever a cultivator dies, he will return to the two commanders of impermanence and die.
Among the many other reasons, there is a possibility of becoming a wandering ghost, but it is the appearance of two sinister commanders with a bull's head and a horse's face.
When everyone saw the two sinister handsome men, they were so frightened that their hearts trembled.
But then I saw these two well-known sinister men, who were quite polite to the young Taoist priest, and even said: "When we noticed the aura of heartbroken grass, we were still thinking about who it was. It turned out to be you, the Taoist priest..."
However, heartbroken grass is poison to the soul, and ordinary people’s souls cannot withstand the properties of the medicine, and they may quickly turn into evil ghosts after their death, so we are waiting in advance.”
"In three days, we will take away his soul."
"Thank you both."
"Taoist priest, you're welcome."
The bull-headed horse bowed slightly and then left.
All Yin Si Zhengshen and the top ten Yin commanders are all methods at the level of earthly immortals. They disdain the immortals and gods. Even if the heavenly officials have exhausted their lifespan, they will arrest them at will. But for people with extremely strong Yin virtues,
But they are all treated with courtesy, and there will never be any waste of etiquette. This is what is called being arrogant and not deceiving the good, walking on the right path, and not afraid of ghosts and gods coming to your door.
It actually frightened so many people so much that the hairs on their backs stood up in fear.
The young Taoist reached into his arms and took out two stacks of paper, which were written with the swordsmanship he had learned. He originally wanted to give his senior sister some help, but now it seems that it is no longer needed. When he thought of it, he could not cross it.
Once you think about it, the world becomes wider.
As practitioners of Taoism, why should we be rigid?
The young Taoist loosened his hand, and the sword skills were blown up by the wind, scattered away, and flew into the secret realm of the blessed land.
Then naturally, it fell apart like snow.
The young Taoist waved his right hand, and the jade plaque left by the teacher was thrown out and hung in front of the blessed land formation.
There were blue tassels hanging down like sword tassels, being blown by the wind and swaying endlessly. Qi Wuhuo turned around and left. His temples were white, and he had a piano behind his back. There was no obsession. Everyone felt relieved and looked at the jade token curiously.
Shaking it, I saw that there was nothing on it, but suddenly mysterious words appeared on it.
White jade is flawless.
[Therefore, there is always nothing, and I want to see its wonder]
Give you a road number——
Yu Miao.
The wind blows by, just like the horses passing by and walking across the desert grassland.
The jade tablet seemed to be smudged with sword energy, trembling slightly.
In front of the two characters "Yumiao", two more primitive characters finally emerged.