"Yan Yuan is so virtuous and capable, how can he let the young master help him?" As he spoke, he still maintained his bowing posture and took a few steps back before standing still.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I realized that Yan Yuan did not seem to be pretending, but that this was his original intention.
This made me think about the state of Qitian Academy. How come the sect masters below can still interact with me as my equal, but the master of the academy has to be so groveling?
Of course, this thought only flashed through my mind, and I could only smile helplessly and said: "Master, why are you doing this!"
"Master always teaches that there is order at the top and the bottom, and that Yan Yuan dare not forget it!" He bowed again.
"Let's go!" After giving him a deep look, I took the lead and walked down a path on the edge of the mountain.
I know that no matter how much I try to persuade him, he will never change.
What he just said is nothing more than the Confucian sect's "the name is not justified but the words are not justified". I didn't expect that the feeling was not strong among the lower-level disciples below, but the higher the higher-ups, the more serious it was.
During this process, I always had a strong urge to look back.
Although I didn't know what I wanted to see, it seemed that I just wanted to see Wuyazi's cave, but I still resisted and didn't look back.
At this time, I heard Yan Yuan's footsteps coming behind me, and I felt a seriously unreal feeling in my heart.
Once upon a time, this Master of Qitian Academy, who was not qualified to even let me look up at him, now behaves like a junior, following me every step of the way.
The first time we really met, it was in such a dramatic way that even the contrast was too great to describe!
Even though I clearly knew that all of this was just because of my unlucky fate, I still felt like I was facing an abyss.
This feeling is probably due to the lack of confidence caused by my own lack of strength!
After all, regardless of his strength or power, Yan Yuan can crush me like an ant.
Originally, I thought about asking him about Elder Han's lineage in a circumstantial way, but now I have completely given up on this idea.
Since the structure of the academy is like this, then let's keep going like this. With my current identity and status, they can't afford to make any trouble.
Just like the path I'm taking now, it's not because I don't want to fly, but the mountain where Wuyazi's cave is located has a very powerful air-forbidden formation!
The pressure is so strong that it can push an ancient wild dragon to the ground and grind it. No one can fly at all except him!
The reason why I was able to fly all the way across the sky before was just because he happened to guide me.
I think starting from today, Elder Han and the others will probably feel this helpless when facing me, right?
They don't even understand why I target them, and they don't know how they provoked such a powerful enemy like me.
In fact, I don't have much hatred for them. After all, the culprit, Elder Han, is dead, and most of the core disciples who followed him have also died in Burial Moon Forest. This lineage has completely collapsed.
What I want to understand even more is what happened that year that allowed him to lead people to the Burial Moon Forest without hesitation even though he knew that there was little hope of survival!
This matter is related to my father's layout, which may contain bits and pieces about my life experience.
Just as Yan Yuan and I gradually disappeared on the way down the mountain, something quietly changed in Wuyazi's cave.
"Is it really appropriate for you to ask me to praise him like this?" Wuyazi said coldly, his face no longer showing the kindness he had when he saw me before.
"Appropriate! One day, you will be grateful to me for what you have done today!" With a calm reply, another old man also wearing Confucian robes walked out of the void.
If I were present at this time, I would definitely recognize this as one of the old men I saw playing chess with Wu Yazi when I was in a mysterious state of enlightenment.
Of course, it is impossible for me to know about these dreams, because I have already taken Yan Yuan down the mountain and walked farther and farther.
However, as the subjective consciousness in real life, I have seen all this.
That's right, it's such a bizarre perspective and this kind of information that is destined not to be shared. It has happened many times before!
This seems to be the normal state of mind in my dream of cultivating immortality.
"Why?" Wuyazi asked.
"I can't see clearly, and I can't figure out his life trajectory, but I know that only he can help you realize your dream." said the strange old man.
"Hmph, how can he, a mere monk in the Taichu realm, do what I can't do?" Wu Yazi replied impatiently.
"But don't you already believe it?" The strange old man smiled and ignored Wuyazi's emotions.
"You just want to find more identity with me!" He sighed, with a wise light shining in his eyes.
"It's a pity that there are some things that I can't see through, and even if I see some things, I can't say or guess them."
"Those who reveal secrets will be punished by nature. My old friend, my son has lost his grandson and I have been alone for a long time. You don't want me to die young too, right?" The old man said with a half-smile, with a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.
"Hahaha... you, an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years, tell me that you died young? Besides, of your children and grandchildren who died in those years, which one is really your child or grandchild?" Wu Yazi disdainfully said.
smiled.
"Hehehehe..." After hearing his words, the strange old man sneered, which was a bit creepy.
"Even cats and dogs will have feelings after being raised for a long time, let alone humans?" he asked rhetorically, and then the figure was like ink dripping in clear water, quickly fading away and disappearing.
"Be kind to him, and you will get what you want!" These were his last words, echoing over and over again in Wuyazi's cave.
Wu Yazi, on the other hand, seemed to be unconscious, letting the sound ring over and over again, just lowering his head, as if he was lost in memories of the past.
After a long time, when these sounds were no longer audible, he suddenly raised his head, with a ferocious look on his face.
"How many years has it been? I've been waiting for so long and failed so many times. Just this time, please let me believe in you again!" He whispered.
Then thick fog began to flood the cave, quickly obscuring his figure...
On the other side, Yan Yuan and I finally walked down the mountain where Taishang Elder Wu Yazi was, and we heard him introduce a lot of things about Qitian Academy along the way.
Although he was still cautious when answering, which made me feel particularly uncomfortable at the beginning, but I gradually got used to it. (To be continued)