Jun Buqi came to the north slope of Junjiazhuang and said to the clone of Yu Feixue beside him.
There is green grass on the north slope, and a winding river at the bottom of the slope. There is a large tomb made entirely of stones on the grass slope, diagonally facing Junjiazhuang.
Not far from this tomb, there is a thatched cottage.
The thatched cottage does not look shabby, it has obviously been renovated by someone. Otherwise, if no one cared about the thatched cottage decades ago, it would have been completely covered with grass.
After a brief worship, Jun Buqi said: "Sister, you can go back! Anyway, there is nothing going on here for the time being. If you can come back from Central Continent early, you can come here to see me."
Yu Feixue nodded, "Don't think too much. As you said, mortal life is like this. It only lasts for tens or hundreds of years..."
Jun Buqi nodded slightly, and finally smiled at her, "I'm fine. In fact, I have been mentally prepared for it. For those of us who are practicing, family love is indeed not as difficult to let go as imagined. It sounds like
Isn’t it quite heartless?”
Yu Feixue did not comment on this, because she thought that she had told Jun Buqi more than once that her goal was to ascend to immortality. Regardless of whether she succeeded or not, this was the goal she pursued throughout her life. To a certain extent
In terms of the above, isn’t it also cruel and ruthless?
Youyou sighed softly, and hugged him, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself!"
Jun Buqi nodded slightly and watched her leave.
Then the two little dolls slipped from their sleeves and sank into the mud. Not long after, pieces of light from the formations rose up on the grassy slope, then disappeared again.
Although he felt that those evil cultivators were probably not in the mood to trouble him right now, he still had to make some preparations.
A few days later, the old lady of the Jun family and his wife were sent to the mountain. Jun Buqi watched the funeral procession forming a long queue from a distance.
The leader was Jun Youdao, who was holding the portraits of his parents, followed by several young descendants of the Jun family who carried the coffins, and then followed by relatives of the Jun family and farmers on the village who helped carry the flags.
Looking at this scene? Jun Buqi felt quite complicated.
He suddenly thought of his parents in another world.
Nearly a hundred years have passed in this world. What about that world?
A trace of melancholy gradually crept into his heart.
Night? The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
Jun Buqi sat on the grave of his parents, offering them wine and talking.
"Father, Mom? Rest in peace! Don't worry about me? I am a cultivator. It is my own choice to take this path. It has nothing to do with you. Don't feel guilty, Mom."
"Also? I also have a wife? She is very beautiful and virtuous..."
The night wind blows gently at the grass and trees, bringing with it a rustling sound.
"Are you pushing me? Don't push me. We cultivators can't force offspring. Just let it happen! Maybe one day I will be able to live forever! Then why should I have offspring? You think so?
!Dad? Come on, let’s have a drink.”
Don't you have a smile on your face? You sit there and chatter.
Then an old voice came from behind, "Brother? Since you have so many things to say to your parents, why don't you come back to see them? What's the use of talking about it now?"
Didn't you give up and didn't look back? He knew that his younger brother was coming with people, but the people he brought were holding torches and waiting at the foot of the slope and did not come up.
Jun Youdao held the torch and his steps were brisk, but he was not like other old men in their seventies or eighties who were dying and were almost buried up to their necks in soil.
"How do you know I haven't come back to see my parents?"
Jun Buqi asked back without looking back, "I have come back, but you don't know about it. My parents know about it, but I asked them not to tell you."
Of course, what came back was not his true form, but his clone.
One of his clones has been lurking back since he left the sect, just because he was worried that some people would be too disgusting and involve his parents in the matter.
Fortunately, this did not happen.
Hearing this, Jun Youdao opened his mouth, and finally said in a depressed tone: "Brother, you are so cruel, you even kept it from me, your younger brother."
Jun Buqi patted the stone beside him and said, "Sit down!"
Jun Youdao sat down tremblingly. Jun Buqi took the torch and put it on the side.
The night wind gently blew the flames on the torches, making a whirring sound, and the two figures swayed next to the grave, giving a strange feeling of talking at night in a lonely grave.
However, neither of them felt anything was wrong and sat calmly.
Jun Buqi took a sip of wine and sighed softly: "We cultivators are often indifferent to family affection. For us, we can give up this thing if we can. If we can't give up, then what else is there to cultivate? Go back and follow us.
Wouldn’t it be nice for the family to reunite and live a harmonious and beautiful life?”
As he spoke, he handed the wine gourd to Jun Youdao, "Just take a small sip of this. Drinking too much will not be good for your health, but a sip will be just right."
Jun Youdao was not polite. He took the gourd and poured it into his mouth. Then he felt the alcohol spread in his body, making his whole body warm and instantly driving away the chill at night.
"But I am your biological brother after all! Do you really not think about it at all?"
Don't give up on silence. If you want to think about it, it will definitely be a lie. People who practice generally take emotions very lightly and everything is left to chance.
Once you force yourself to do something, your state of mind will change accordingly, and inner demons will breed.
Seeing that you didn't give up and didn't respond, you started talking again and again.
"I have never seen you since I was a child, but I have always listened to your legends. They always compare me with you, and then tell me one by one that compared with you, I am really far behind.
! Even my father and mother said so..."
When Jun Buqi heard Jun Youdao's words, he felt a little funny, as if he was hearing an ethics drama about family rebellion.
Jun Youdao was also smiling, and gritted his teeth, "At first I was still a little unconvinced, and I just wanted to wait for you to come back one day, and I would compete with you... But as I got older, I slowly figured it out.
Especially after getting married and having children."
After sighing softly, Jun Youdao continued: "For a while, maybe because you have been away from home for too long, my parents are getting older, and they are worried about you and whether you have... That's why I asked me to find Qing Ling
Look, ask them to help, and see if they can send you a message, asking you to come back and observe filial piety for your grandfather, so that they can meet you by the way."
Jun Buqi listened silently. Jun Youdao changed his tone and said: "I know, brother, you are not a mortal. You can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, high and high, just like a god. But my younger brother also doesn't want to follow the example of eldest brother.
What do you gain from this! Sometimes when I think about it, I still have a big brother living somewhere in this world..."