After the old man finished speaking these words, Xiao Wu and Liu Yinan behind him both respectfully performed the etiquette for He Yidao as a junior member of the Xian family meets an elder.
The two said at the same time: "Uncle."
He Yidao asked: "Are you from the Tianjian Sect?"
Xiao Wu said: "Qingzhu Peak Yang Xiaowu pays homage to my junior uncle."
Liu Yinan said: "Liu Yinan from Tianjian Peak pays homage to my junior uncle."
He Yidao was startled. He didn't expect that Xiao Wu and Liu Yinan were actually disciples of the Tianjian Sect.
He Yidao glanced at Xiao Wu and Liu Yinan, then looked at the lame old man.
The lame old man stood up and saluted and said: "Disciples of the Tianjian Sect pay homage to my junior uncle."
The lame old man didn't say his name, nor which peak he was a disciple of. He Yidao looked at him deeply. He didn't need to ask more questions if he didn't say anything.
He Yidao said: "How do you know that I am your uncle?"
Liu Yinan said: "Xiao Wu and I came to the secular world for another reason: to see the inheritance place of my great uncle, and to follow the clues left by my great uncle to find his successor."
He Yidao suddenly realized that it was his master who left some clues for them. Liu Yinan was not wrong in saying that He Yidao was the descendant of his master's uncle. Because when a person ascends to the immortal world, he is indeed equivalent to the world.
There is no trace of connection anymore. In fact, it means that this person has passed away.
Xiao Wu continued: "Each peak of our Tianjian Sect has some understanding of their own skills, so we also know the skills of Tiantai Peak, although you... have no intention of practicing the flying sword..."
Xiao Wu raised his head and glanced at He Yidao, feeling a little distressed. He didn't know why his junior uncle had to give up the path of practicing his natal flying sword to practice his natal flying sword.
"However, I still discovered through some clues that what you practice is indeed the "Sword Raising Art"."
"Also last time, when we were destroying the temple, you gave the boy from the Qiu family a sword embryo. The sword embryo was indeed the unique production method of our Heavenly Sword Sect Tiantai Peak, so we are even more certain that you are our great-uncle.
Heirloom from another generation."
He Yidao understood in his heart, nodded, and admitted: "Yes, I have indeed received the inheritance from my master, and I do have the Peak Master Token of Tiantai Peak. Logically speaking, I am indeed the Peak Master of Tiantai Peak."
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Liu Yinan and Xiao Wu were overjoyed when they heard He Yidao's admission, and quickly requested: "Uncle Master, please come back to the mountain with us and preside over the important affairs of the Tianjian Sect!"
He Yidao was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head and rejected their request.
Liu Yinan and Xiao Wu's expressions changed. They thought that He Yidao was in trouble because of the incident in the Shen Pavilion. They quickly apologized and asked: "Uncle, do you still want me to punish you?"
He Yidao asked: "What is the punishment?"
"In the matter of the Divine Pavilion, the two of us allowed you to go deep into danger, and almost lost our lives. We are indeed guilty. Please punish me, uncle," Liu Yinan said.
Xiao Wu stood nearby and quickly responded to Liu Yinan, saying: "Uncle, please punish me!"
He Yidao shook his head and said: "It's not your fault, your choice is right. You are not suitable to go. If you go, I'm afraid he will run away without seeing Wang Qing's figure, and you can't send anyone else to go."
, if someone else is sent there, I am afraid that the maze of the formation will be able to trap him to death."
"Let me go. First of all, I can break the formation, and I am not afraid of the siege by the group of innate masters from the Shen Pavilion. The most important thing is that my strength is not strong enough to scare Wang Qing. I can give him the confidence to come out and kill me. This way, I can
I gave you the opportunity to assassinate him."
Liu Yinan said: "Uncle Master is wise."
He Yidao added: "However, I guess Wang Qing is not dead."
After He Yidao said these words, Liu Yinan, Xiao Wu, and the lame old man who had been silent all this time, all had solemn expressions on their faces.
Liu Yinan said: "My sword hurt his heart. Even if he teleports away, he probably won't live long."
He Yidao was silent for a while and said, "I hope so." However, in his heart, he always felt that this matter was not that simple.
He Yidao said: "Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. What I want to tell you is that I can't go back with you for the time being."
"Uncle Master..." Liu Yinan and Xiao Wu were both a little anxious.
He Yidao raised his hand to interrupt the two of them and said: "You know, since my parents died at the hands of the people in the Shen Pavilion, I have been on the road to revenge, so I plan to go back and observe mourning for them for three years.
.Three years later, I will go to the world of cultivation with you again."
A cultivator should cut off all ties with the world, so Liu Yinan and Xiao Wu did not object. Perhaps observing filial piety for three years can help the young master cut off all ties with the world, so that there will be fewer inner demons on the path of cultivation in the future.
The lame old man said: "Uncle, you can't go back yet. Your body is not suitable for the long journey and the fatigue of traveling and traveling. So you have to recuperate in Bianjing City for a while."
He Yidao naturally understood, nodded in agreement, and said: "Then I will go and stay in Merlin first."
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A few days later, He Yidao sorted himself out and came to live in Mei Lin's hut.
Living a simple life and dressed in white, He Yidao settled in Meilin's hut. However, he was different from the mysterious man who once lived here. He liked to open the windows and let the sunlight penetrate into the house.
Moreover, what he likes most is to find a wicker chair and lie in front of the door to soak up the sun.
While He Yidao was living in Meilin, the emperor visited him once.
"Mr. He, are there really immortals in this world?" Chen Shumin asked.
He Yidao was lying on the wicker chair without moving. After a while, he seemed to have thought of how to answer Chen Shumin's words, and then said: "Maybe."
Chen Shumin asked respectfully: "Are you an immortal?"
He Yidao stood up, shook his head slowly, and said, "No."
Chen Shumin said: "Sir, you..."
He Yidao knew what he wanted to ask, so he interrupted what he wanted to say: "Greed is the most taboo thing for people. If you get it and are satisfied, that's enough."
Chen Shumin stood in the Plum Grove for a long time, and finally took a look at He Yidao who was lying on a wicker chair basking in the sun. He didn't know what he wanted to understand. He respectfully gave He Yidao the etiquette for treating a teacher, without saying anything, and slowly
Slowly left.
After Chen Shumin left, He Yidao squinted in the sun and looked at the two tombs next to Meilin. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was smiling.
Merlin is not big, but it is not small either, and it is quiet enough, with almost no people around. This may be why He Yidao chose to live here.
And he also ordered some people not to disturb him.
A few days later, Bianjing received its first heavy snowfall of the year.
That night, there was heavy snowfall, and as the white snow continued to accumulate, He Yidao could clearly hear that some plum branches were being crushed. He once walked out of the hut and stood outside to take a look.
This heavy snow covered the entire plum forest, and each plum tree was wrapped in snow-white clothes.
In the dark night, with thick white snow, the whole world becomes brighter.
A few days later, the snow stopped.
The long-lost sunshine also radiates its gentle light again.
He Yidao cleared the snow in the yard, but didn't bother with the path leading to the outside of Meilin. No one would come anyway, so there was no need to clean it.
He Yidao took out the wicker chair from the room and placed it in a sunny place in the yard. He slowly lay down on it. Vaguely, he heard the sound of some firecrackers coming from outside.
He Yidao was lying on a wicker chair and counting the days, only to realize that today was the Spring Festival.
This world also has Spring Festival, and He Yidao thought of many things.
He stood up from the wicker chair and shook his body. He felt that he was one year older and needed to move around.
So, he picked up the broom in the courtyard and swept the snow on both sides of the bluestone path leading to the plum forest.
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After three months.
He Yidao saw the plum blossoms in the plum forest blooming for the first time.
He Yidao was still lying on the wicker chair, quietly closing his eyes in the spring sunshine. This kind of sunshine was not violent or dazzling, and it was very warm and comfortable on his body.
Plum blossoms are blooming in the plum grove, and the pink flowers are printed against the green leaves, bringing a different charm to this simple plum grove.
He Yidao was lying on the wicker chair, squinting at the plum blossoms in the sun. The blooming plum blossoms were really beautiful.
He looked at the two tombs next to Merlin and felt a little proud. He didn't expect that the place he picked was really good.
A few days later, He Yidao packed up the few things in the hut and put the wicker chair into the Qiankun bag.
He Yidao cleared the weeds on the two tombs, and then walked towards the bluestone path.
He only wore a white coat, which was blowing gently in the breeze. He was in the plum blossom forest, and from time to time he would look at the plum blossoms around him.
He Yidao is planning to leave Merlin.
Mr. Mo Shang is dressed in fluttering white clothes and is as gentle as jade.
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When we arrived at the small town on the edge of the mountains, it was already hot summer.
The town is still as lively as ever, with shouts on the streets and hawkers shouting one after another.
There are also an endless stream of pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the street.
He Yidao collected some items in the town and headed into the mountains.
He didn't speed up or get in a car, he just walked slowly, looking at the scenery on the road.
The further you walk deeper into the mountains, the fewer and fewer traces of people there are.
At this time, when He Yidao was in Bianjing City, he had already practiced "Sword Light Body Training" to the level of skin refining. Moreover, "Sword Raising Art" also broke through the seventh level of Qi Refining and reached the later stage of Qi Refining.
It can be regarded as a huge state of collapse.
If it weren't for the thinness of spiritual energy in the world, He Yidao might have reached the state of perfect Qi refining long ago.
After walking on the mountain road for more than half an hour, He Yidao finally arrived at the foot of the hill where he grew up.
His home is on the hillside of a hill. Although his home has been burned down long ago, his parents' graves are still there. Where there are parents, there is home.
Now, He Yidao avenged his parents, and when he was about to go home, he found that he couldn't move forward. Perhaps this was because he was more timid about being close to his hometown.
Finally, He Yidao calmed down his emotions and walked step by step in the direction in his heart.
He Yidao came to the grave of his parents, only to find that a house had been built there, and a family lived in it.
He Yidao walked forward with doubts and knocked on the family's door.
"Who is it?" A man's voice came from the yard, and it sounded familiar.
There was a squeak.
Not long after, the wooden courtyard door was opened, and He Yidao smiled slightly when he saw the man opening the door.
"Knife!" The man opened the door, looked at the person, and exclaimed, as if he was very happy.
He Yidao smiled and said: "Brother Dashi."
This person was Wang Dashi. He Yidao thought that maybe Wang Dashi came here to escape and built a house here.
"Xiao Dao, hurry up, come in quickly." Wang Dashi quickly pulled He Yidao, and then shouted behind him: "Fang Lan, come out quickly, the benefactor is here!"
Seeing Wang Dashi full of enthusiasm and gratitude, He Yidao walked into the yard with a smile on his face.
At this time, Wang Fanglan, who heard Wang Dashi's call, helped her old mother and walked out of the room. The old mother asked: "Dashi, did you say that little benefactor is here?"
"Yes, mother." Wang Dashi pulled He Yidao and said: "Mother, you see, this is the benefactor who helped my sister escape from the clutches of that beast named Ge. He is also the one who gave us money to treat your illness. Without him, our family would be dead.
Everyone is afraid..."
Wang Dashi didn't say any more, but He Yidao spoke, cupped his hands and said, "I've met my aunt."
After hearing He Yidao's words, Wang Dashi's mother quickly said: "Oh, my benefactor, you are really embarrassing me. Come in quickly and don't stay outside. Fang Lan, go and prepare some tea for your benefactor."
He Yidao said: "Auntie, don't bother me. I have one more thing to do. I'll come back when I'm done."
With that said, He Yidao bowed to Wang Dashi's mother, then smiled at Wang Dashi and walked out of the yard.
He came to the side of his parents' grave and cleaned the weeds on the grave with his hands.
He Yidao found that there were not many weeds on the tomb, and guessed that Wang Dashi and the others must have cleared the weeds on the tomb.
Wang Dashi saw He Yidao clearing weeds from the tomb, and was about to go to help, but was pulled back by the old mother beside him. The old mother shook her head at him and told him not to go.
In this way, the three members of Wang Dashi's family stood at the door and watched He Yidao meticulously taking care of the tomb.
The three members of Wang Dashi's family saw that He Yidao only took care of one grave, and he did not touch the other grave even though there were many weeds.
Wang Dashi also vaguely guessed who was in the tomb, because He Yidao told him that He Yidao's parents had passed away.