Cheng Lin glanced at the young man, didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, then looked at Ji Xuan, looked at each other for two seconds, then he opened the door and said, "Come in."
There are only two low-rise houses, one of which is used as a kitchen and the other is occupied by people.
Cheng Lin threw a few more pieces of wood into the stove pit, then entered and lit the candlestick. The stove pit was connected to the earthen kang. He touched the earthen kang and found that it was still warm. There was a quilt and a bed on the kang.
Zhang Kang table.
Cheng Lin sat silently on one side of the table, while Ji Xuan took off his shoes and sat on the other side. The young man quickly took out the food one by one and put it on the table. Cheng Lin took a look, they were all delicacies. After thinking about it,
He took down the bottle of wine that Ji Xuan had sent four hundred years ago from the cabinet, wiped off the dust, and opened it.
On a winter night in the Daozong, there was a dilapidated house and a table full of delicious food and wine. Two old men sat opposite each other, and the young man knelt in the middle, filling two wine dishes. No one spoke, and the only sound of burning wood next door could be heard.
"Senior brother, this is my new disciple, Yi Jiufeng, what do you think?" Finally, Ji Xuan spoke first.
Cheng Lin pointed to his cloudy eyes, then slowly waved his hand: "I can't see clearly."
Ji Xuan smiled and did not continue to ask. He just said to himself:
"Jiu Feng is the most talented among the disciples recruited this time. He is no less talented than my senior brother back then, and far surpasses me. I think if he practices hard and diligently, his future achievements will definitely be better than mine."
"Congratulations." Cheng Lin said.
"If you think about it seriously, it has been five hundred years since you and I joined the sect... We were the same generation in the past, but now we are the only ones left." Ji Xuan sighed and raised his glass.
Cheng Lin thought for a moment and raised his cup: "So it's been so long."
The cups touched lightly and the two drank the sake.
Ji Xuan sighed again: "In the hundreds of years I have been in charge of the sect, I feel that I have been quite diligent and have never lost the reputation of the sect. It is just that I am involved in worldly affairs, but I am not as carefree as you, senior brother."
After a pause, Ji Xuan asked tentatively: "Senior brother...have you ever built a foundation in the past four hundred years?"
"No." Cheng Lin said in a calm tone.
Ji Xuan remained silent, but Yi Jiufeng, a young man sitting next to him pouring wine, moved his eyes and glanced at Cheng Lin in surprise. He had heard his master mention this uncle when he came, but he never thought that there really was such a person.
Five hundred years of practicing Qi.
The house became quiet again, and suddenly there was snow and whimpering outside the window.
Ji Xuan did not continue this topic, but said with emotion: "In the past hundreds of years, I have been sleeping hard and sleeping, and I have been worthy of my sect. However, the world has not been peaceful recently. There is a monster harming one party, and its origin is unknown. Even if the monster is weak,
It’s not happening yet, but I always feel a little uneasy..."
"It's a pity that I don't have much life left. I think my end is approaching, and my only wish is to choose a successor for the sect. Jiu Feng is good, but it's a pity that his nature is aloof and arrogant, and it may be difficult to change..."
"Master...I..." Yi Jiufeng, who was kneeling on the earthen kang and holding a wine jar, wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Ji Xuan waving his hand.
Ji Xuan continued: "A hundred years later, he will be in charge of the sect. It would be okay if the world is peaceful. I'm afraid that if there is a big disaster, he will be too straightforward... I am always a little worried... So, junior brother, I have a pity.
Please."
Cheng Lin said expressionlessly: "Say."
Ji Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, and his old and round face turned red as if drunk. He held the Kang table with both hands, stared at Cheng Lin, and said in an extremely serious tone:
"If the sect is in danger of being destroyed in the future, I hope that my senior brother will remember his old friendship and help me!"
The wind and snow outside suddenly became a bit stronger, and the cold wind filled the peaks with a cry.
On the table, the dim candle flame danced violently, illuminating the look of astonishment on young Yi Jiufeng's face incomparably brightly.
Yi Jiufeng looked at his master in surprise, wondering why his master made such a request.
Especially... all he wanted was a qi-training monk... Even though the master kept saying that he had lived for five hundred years, Yi Jiufeng still didn't believe it. He believed in his own eyes even more. He was extremely sure that this ordinary person next to him
The Wuqi old man is indeed just practicing Qi.
Cheng Lin was silent for a while and then said: "I'm just a Qi-training monk."
Ji Xuan said seriously: "But I have always felt that you are different, senior brother. You were like this when I first saw you in Jiyun Town, and you are still like this now."
Cheng Lin laughed at himself, but saw that Ji Xuan was extremely serious, so he thought about it and said, "If I can live until that day."
Ji Xuan smiled, his face turned red with relief, as if the big stone hanging in his heart finally had a place to rest.
It was night and the meal lasted for two hours. Most of the time Ji Xuan was talking about the past and the countless sufferings in the past five hundred years. Cheng Lin just listened quietly and occasionally moved his chopsticks.
Yi Jiufeng kept adding more wine, and was very frightened. He had never thought before that the master who was the head of the Dao Sect could have such a sad side. It wasn't until there was not a drop of wine left in the jar that Ji Xuan got drunk.
He staggered and led his apprentice away. He didn't look like an expert at all.
Cheng Lin did not go out to see him off, he just stood at the door, looking at the flying snow and darkness outside, and the two people drifting away. Behind him, the flame in the stove had been extinguished, leaving only the red-hot
The charcoal also gradually dissipated the remaining warmth.
In the heavy snow, Yi Jiufeng saw that his master was not wielding a sword, so he could only walk slowly and patiently. When he was going down the mountain, he turned his head and looked behind him, at the figure at the door of the hut illuminated by the dim red light.
His eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth turned down, and he thought stubbornly in his heart that he would never ask for this person in his life.
After all, he looks the same, not like an expert at all.
…
…
The heavy snow drowned the night and Cheng Lin's thoughts.
The peaks became blurry again.
In a daze, Cheng Lin only knew that time continued to pass, and his health was getting worse and worse. His originally straight back inevitably bent and stooped, his legs and feet became heavier, and his walking became very slow.
His energy and blood were declining, his bones were old, and except for the spiritual energy that was still flowing like a tide in his body's meridians but was unknown to outsiders, he looked older and weaker.
Finally, his last tooth fell out. Fortunately, he no longer needed food and would not starve to death.
His white hair also gradually fell off, leaving one strand after another. In the end, there was no one left. His skin was so dry that there was no trace of moisture left, and his whole body became smaller and smaller, becoming wrinkled.
In the end, he didn't even have the energy to do such a small thing as lighting a fire. He made a choice between the earthen kang and the tree, and chose to meditate cross-legged under the tree in the courtyard and never got up again.
The peaks are green year after year, and the autumn mood is like fire year after year.
The narration came to mind again:
[After Ji Xuan left, another ten years passed. One day, he suddenly passed away. Thousands of disciples of Dao Dao Sect were all wearing white silk. The monarch made a show, and the mainland mourned together.] [The next year, Yi Jiufeng ascended to the position of leader.
The leader in the mainland’s spiritual practice world]
[In the next hundred years, the world will be relatively peaceful, but monsters will appear more frequently]
[Two hundred years later, someone saw the boundless continent in the East China Sea, hazy like an phantom, with monsters dancing together, attracting the attention of monks all over the world]
[After that, monsters harmed the local area repeatedly. All the famous sects and sects encircled and suppressed them one after another, but they could not stop it, and casualties gradually occurred. Two hundred years later, the East China Sea Continent was officially formed, and countless monsters came to cause harm to the world.
The Dao Sect led all the major sects in the mainland to compete with it, and started a war that lasted for hundreds of years. The power of monsters gradually became stronger, and human monks fell into a disadvantage. For a time, the world was turbulent, and there were countless casualties.]
[However, you don’t know any of this. You just meditate, practice Qi, and forget about external things. You are also forgotten by everyone, until almost no one remembers you anymore]
[So far, you have stayed in the realm of Qi training for a full thousand years]