My mind, which had been calm for a long time, started to ripple at this moment.
I don’t know if it’s anticipation, nervousness, or fear?
Standing in the woods, hidden under the shadow of dense shrubs, Cangsong looked at the peaceful and peaceful little world.
If you want to go there, carefully search around the ancestral hall to find the figure you are looking forward to seeing.
I'm afraid, I don't dare to go there, I'm afraid that the person I imagined doesn't exist there at all, it's all just my overthinking. I'm afraid that even if I see a person like what Qin Zhong described there, he's just an ordinary person.
An ordinary old man cleaning the ancestral hall.
In the past hundreds of years of life, I have never been a hesitant person. No matter what I encountered, I would make a decisive decision whether to do it or give up.
But at this moment, when the last step was reached, all kinds of complicated emotions spread into my heart.
Let yourself be expecting, hesitant, hesitant, nervous, afraid, and even fearful.
With too many thoughts in my mind, my steps become heavy, and I don’t dare to face an ending I don’t like.
The mountain breeze blew slowly, the green branches swayed slowly with the wind, and the dry leaves falling from the trees danced in the wind.
The sun in the sky was a little hot, and the small square in front of the ancestor's ancestral hall was brightly illuminated and very clean. Only a few leaves and dead branches fell on the clean ground.
Presumably, someone cleans it frequently.
The leaf swaying in the wind swirled a few times in the wind, and then slowly and peacefully landed in the small clean square under the reflection of the sun.
On the ground, it jumped forward for a short distance with the gentle wind, and then entered a small dustpan.
A broom appeared from behind the ancestral hall and swept away the scattered dead leaves in the small square.
An old man in gray linen clothes appeared in front of Cangsong with a dustpan and a broom. The man's face was haggard, with deep wrinkles on his face, as if cut by a knife.
His movements were gentle and slow, like the most ordinary old man in the world.
There should be very few old people in the mortal world with wrinkles as deep as the old man in front of me, and such a deep sense of twilight.
Cangsong's eyes became moist when he saw the old man.
Even though we haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, what I saw back then was the face of that handsome young man who was high-spirited and proud.
But Cangsong still saw the shadow of the former person in that figure.
Even now, he was wearing the simplest clothes, with his back hunched, holding a broom in one hand and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.
There is no trace of the former vigorous vitality in his body, only a deep sense of twilight.
But Cangsong could still tell that that person was the one he had missed for more than a hundred years.
However, I never thought that he would look like this when we meet again. Only a hundred years have passed. How could he have aged like this?
At that time, his cultivation level was the most advanced and profound among his generation. Even if he had not made any progress in the past hundred years, he should not have become what he is now.
Is this still him?
How could he, who was so proud, allow himself to live like this?
He is aging badly, his arrogance has long since disappeared, and his old age is heavy. If he continues like this, without another hundred years or anything, he will die in obscurity in this ancestral hall.
Like ordinary people in this world, when they grow old and turn into a handful of loess, no one will even know about it.
Cangsong wanted to go over and ask him what was the reason that made him behave like this?
You obviously survived, but why did you end up like this?
Doesn't this mean that you have given up your own life?
Cangsong raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and raised his feet, but never took that step.
Cangsong knew that that man was proud, so would he be willing to see him now?
Would he be willing to see him in his twilight years now?
But, just go back like this?
Cangsong was unwilling to give in. He finally saw him. Is it just for this reason that he went back and pretended that nothing happened?
Cangsong couldn't do it. He couldn't do it and watch that person die in obscurity in this unknown ancestral hall.
Maybe the reason why he became like this is because of Daoxuan?
Cangsong thought, how likely is this?
Daoxuan must have influenced him, otherwise he would never be like this. But when that incident happened, he was able to survive, and it must be because of Daoxuan's help.
How did things end up like this?
Cangsong's mind is in chaos right now, and it is impossible to just pretend that nothing has happened.
But is there any way to change the situation at hand?
Seeing the old man just sweeping away the yellow leaves, Cansong kept thinking, but now it was just too messy.
My heart couldn't calm down and I couldn't figure out how to help him.
It wasn't until the man walked into the ancestral hall and disappeared before his eyes that Cangsong came back to his senses.
Looking up and looking at the sky, Cansong sighed.
In the end, I still couldn't take that step.
Now, it's better not to go there, just know that he is there, at least, know that he is still alive.
It's getting late, so I have to go back first, Cangsong thought, and when his mind calms down, he can think carefully about what to do to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Cangsong knew that he still had a lot of time and could not be impulsive. Otherwise, even if he saw him, it would probably be his last meeting.
"Doxuan."
Cangsong thought, maybe, this was the reason why Daoxuan saved him in the first place? Seeing him like a useless person and finally died of old age in front of Daoxuan?
Therefore, I would hide it from people like myself and not let people like myself know a little bit of news.
So, if Daoxuan discovers the abnormality, maybe he won't keep his senior brother.
But what can I do to change all this?
"No, with my own strength, I will never be able to let my senior brother live openly and honestly on Qingyun Mountain. Maybe I should find some allies."
Cangsong thought.
The figure shuttled through the forest, and soon returned to Yuqing Palace.
At this time, Tianyun and Daoxuan had finished talking about the matter. Neither of them spoke anymore. They sat in their seats and drank tea quietly.
Tian Buyi from Dazhu Peak also arrived and brought the fire stick.
The other three have not arrived yet, but it looks like they will be there soon.
Cangsong bowed his hands to several people and sat in his seat, his eyes flashing. Who would be more aggressive?
He glanced at Tian Buyi: "This damn fat man was also favored by my senior brother. Later, I can help him talk to him, and then go to Dazhu Peak to find out what he has to say."
He looked at Tianyun again: "Although Tianyun seems to be close to me these years, he is just pedantic. According to his temperament, the things that senior brother did, and the fact that Daoxuan has been in charge of Qingyun for hundreds of years
Time, if we really force him to take sides, he will probably side with Daoxuan."