The night is vast and the cold stars are lonely.
The Shenxiao Mountain Range is like an undulating giant dragon, crawling in the boundless darkness, as if sleeping quietly.
Thunder Bluff is the majestic and high dragon head, Zixiao Peak is the cascading dragon's neck, Lingdu Mountain, Sandong Mountain, Yingyuan Mountain, Puhua Mountain, Chisong Mountain, Zangjing Mountain, Qingwei Mountain, Miaoji Mountain, Wanxiang Mountain,
Jinming Mountain, Taiyuan Mountain, Guanghan Mountain, Baoyao Mountain, Bahao Mountain, Yinfu Mountain, Qingyang Mountain, Huangting Mountain, Xianyou Mountain, a total of eighteen towering mountains, connected to form a huge dragon body and lotus flower.
The peak is like a gently gathered dragon's tail, wrapping around the sparkling Pearl Lake.
Beside the quiet lake beach, Kong Mingzi, the headmaster of Taishang Shenxiao Sect, sat alone on a rock, smoking a dry cigarette. Occasionally, sparks splashed out and disappeared into the night.
It’s just past midnight.
Kong Mingzi suddenly put down the dry tobacco pole and looked at the lake. After a moment, a wet figure came out of the water and walked onto the beach step by step.
"You're back, Xuanchen." Kong Mingzi stood up to greet him, looked at Mo Chenfeng in front of him, and couldn't help sighing, "Forty-nine years, seven months and twenty-seven days, Xuanchen, you finally returned to the Supreme God.
Xiao Zong."
Mo Chenfeng bowed and saluted, his voice a little hoarse: "Xuan Chen, a disciple of Taishang Shenxiao Sect, pays homage to the master." He opened his mouth, spit out a shining golden bead, and presented it with both hands, "Disciple, I am fortunate to have lived up to my command.
Already too great for the Golden Palace Illustration."
Kong Mingzi solemnly took the golden bead and said: "Xuanchen, this time you have made extraordinary achievements for the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, and you have worked hard for the sect for decades and shouldered the heavy responsibility of being an undercover agent. This gift is what I, the old man, deserve.
I respect you."
He bent down and bowed deeply to Mo Chenfeng.
"Master, please get up quickly, Xuan Chen is ashamed." Mo Chenfeng knelt down half-kneeling, not daring to accept the gift.
"Okay, okay, let's both get up. We're tired of bending down and talking like this. To be honest, the old man is happier than anything else that you can come back safely. Our little Xuanchen is finally home! Remember back then,
You were still a shy child, and it was I who held your little hand and led you into the Supreme God Xiao Sect." Kong Mingzi smiled and patted Mo Chenfeng on the shoulder, who swayed slightly.
My feet were so weak that I almost lost my balance.
Kong Mingzi's expression changed slightly: "Are you seriously injured?" He stretched out his hand to hold Mo Chenfeng's pulse, and a ray of vitality penetrated into his body, looking carefully.
"Disciple remember, it was midsummer in July that year, and the master took me all the way from here to Lotus Peak." Mo Chenfeng lowered his head and coughed a few times, covering his mouth, and there were wet blood clots in his palms.
Kong Mingzi didn't say anything. After a while, he put his palms on Mo Chenfeng's vest again, and looked at it repeatedly, his face getting more and more ugly.
"Disciple stayed under the Zhangshui River for too long. The cold and cold energy hurt his heart. He ran into some trouble on the way back and most of his internal organs were broken." Mo Chenfeng's expression did not change and he said, "Disciple should live.
But today."
"Are you kidding!" Kong Mingzi's beard trembled, "Follow me up the mountain. There is also a Supreme Nine Transformation Golden Pill in the sect. No matter how serious the injury is, it can be cured! If it still doesn't work, the old man will help you take away your body and change your body!
As long as I am here today, I, the King of Hell, will never take you away!"
"Headmaster, it's useless. My soul has also been damaged." Mo Chenfeng shook his head, his expression still calm, "I know very well that I am hopeless."
"We'll talk about it when we get back!" Kong Mingzi gritted his teeth, and without any explanation, he picked up Mo Chenfeng on his back, swept across the sky, and flew towards Taishang Shenxiaozong.
The night wind howled, the mountains were like waves, and the Lotus Peak was right at my feet. Mo Chenfeng lay on Kong Mingzi's back, coughed violently for a while, and said, "Headmaster, am I worthy of the sect?"
"Of course!" Kong Mingzi said harshly, "The sect is ashamed of you."
"Then can you agree to my request?"
"Just ask, whatever you want!"
"Headmaster, I'm tired, really too tired. Just put me down and let me walk this way back to the mountain by myself, okay?"
Kong Mingzi trembled, turned her head, and stared into Mo Chenfeng's calm and cold eyes.
"This is my last request."
"Xuanchen..."
Mo Chenfeng asked in a low voice: "May I ask the master, should monks be honest to the Tao or to others?"
Kong Mingzi stared at Mo Chenfeng, was silent for a while, and sighed: "Sincerely."
"Then be sincere." Mo Chenfeng's eyes were quiet and determined.
Kong Mingzi was silent and slowly fell down the mountain, her face seemed to become extremely old in an instant.
Mo Chenfeng struggled to get off Kong Mingzi's back, took a deep breath, pointed to a crooked old pine at the foot of the mountain, and walked slowly over: "That's the welcoming pine, I remember it. The headmaster told me when we entered the mountain
, this old pine is not actually called a pine tree, its real name is the Everlasting Tree, which bears fruit once every thousand years. People who eat pine cones can live forever."
Kong Mingzi smiled bitterly: "That's what I coaxed you to do."
Mo Chenfeng caressed the dry pine bark, walking up the mountain steps step by step, heading for higher ground: "I am Xuan Chen, but others always call me Mo Chenfeng. Which one is my real name? In fact, I also
I don’t know.”
"I seem to be divided into two halves, one is called Xuan Chen and the other is called Mo Chenfeng. One is Anjian who holds the great trust of the sect, and the other is the talented senior brother who is favored by the Mo sect. Headmaster, I
I can’t be sorry to Taishang Shenxiao Sect, but can I be sorry to Momen? They call me senior brother and good disciple. They travel with me all over the country, kill enemies side by side, and experience life and death together..."<
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"Forty-nine years, seven months, and twenty-six days, that is, forty-nine years, seven months, and twenty-six days of torture. Sometimes, I was tortured so hard that I almost went crazy. I wanted to cut myself in half. There were many times.
, I stood alone on the edge of the cliff in the middle of the night, walking over and over, just wanting to die."
"But I know that no matter what I do, it's all wrong, and there are people I can't forgive. Headmaster, you know, I have a heavy responsibility in the sect and I can't just die. So even if I want to die, it's all wrong."
"But tell me, how can I live?" Mo Chenfeng staggered, then staggered upwards, dark purple blood slowly seeping out of his nostrils, ears, and his vision suddenly turned into a lake.
Get up.
"Idiot, why is this..." Kong Mingzi couldn't help her eyes turning red, and said with a trembling voice.
"Headmaster, this is Huanyue Creek. I don't even remember it." Mo Chenfeng panted hard, holding down his painful chest, and stopped in front of a winding mountain stream.
The sparkling water vaguely reflected his shaky figure.
"It's Huanyue Creek."
"There is such a beautiful mountain stream on the mountain of Momen." Mo Chenfeng rubbed his eyes and stared at the reflection in the water. The sound of the water gurgled, like a clear and distant song.
The junior sister's singing voice is also a clear and distant stream: "Senior brother practices hard every day, and always says no when I want to play with him. He is born to be a clever person, and he can't laugh or cry..."
Mouthfuls of blood gushed out from Mo Chenfeng's mouth. He staggered across the stream and headed for the peak. The chain mechanism formed by the acupuncture points and meridians in his body had long since collapsed, and his breath was scattered like turbulent waves. "This is the Sun-Guan Pavilion... Oh, that's the Sunset Pavilion of Momen. I remembered it wrong... No, there should be a waterfall hanging on the mountainside. Why is it missing..." Mo Chenfeng stumbled away,
While talking intermittently, his mind became increasingly blurry.
The night was vast, the mountains became steeper, and the mountain roads became more complicated. Mo Chenfeng fell down with a bang, sat up with difficulty, and looked around blankly.
"Headmaster, why is the road back to the mountain so long?" he murmured.
Kong Mingzi couldn't help but burst into tears: "Hold on a little longer, you're almost at the top."
"You're coaxing me again..." Mo Chenfeng shook his head and leaned against the cold and hard rock.
Everything is silent except for the undulating waves of pines and mountains, just like the sound of waterfalls and waves on Momen Mountain.
He listened quietly, slowly closed his eyes, and lost his breath.
In the depths of the Zhangshui River, which is unknown how far away, the undercurrent surges rapidly.
river
water
Heal
Send
Yin
Cold.
A lonely figure is still suspended in front of the deep water whirlpool, motionless, as if it has never left. It has never left Zhangshui River, never gone to Taishang Shenxiao Sect, and has never died alone on a lonely mountain.
He has always been here, listening to the sound of water and the endless sounds of those years passing by.
Sometimes, time is not important. But sometimes, every day is so important.
In the depths of the whirlpool, the water shimmered, and the snow-clear mountain waterfall roared down. The brothers from Momen pushed cups and changed cups, shouting about guessing. The master lay drunk on the bamboo chair, with a big belly and a face.
It is also covered with a broken cattail leaf fan, which rises and falls with the sound of snoring.
The brilliant spring light dances on every face, just like sparkling waves.
Mo Chenfeng watched silently, remembering that day when the sixteen-year-old undercover boy stood at the foot of Momen Mountain for the first time, raised his head, and then raised his head again, looking at the towering mountain top...
"Come back - come back -" The continuous sound of the waves was the call of the mountains, and the junior sister, with a smile as bright as a flower, held up her lotus leaf skirt and rushed towards him...
Senior brother, are you an agency person?
A smile as warm as spring appeared at the corner of Mo Chenfeng's mouth.
I just want to be your agent.
So he let go of himself, no longer struggling, and allowed the whirlpool of water to slowly come over, like the soft and cool hands of his junior sister, gently pulling him... back.
Return...
After a long time, the water was quiet and empty, and the whirlpool disappeared into the depths of the Zhangshui River, as if it had never appeared.
A small mechanical lotus flower swayed and sank to the bottom of the river, gradually disappearing.