There was such a story.
The person in the story was young and arrogant. He was a wealthy family in a locality. He had some wealth at home, but he was convicted because of his wealth. His family was killed by enemy bandits, and everyone in his family died. Only a few servants outside the house and the young man survived. He ate preserved fruits in the mountains and quenched his thirst with spring water. However, he was extremely talented and imitated the white apes in the mountains and practiced breathing.
After taking revenge, he didn't know what to do. The old housekeeper hoped that he would continue to be a rich man.
But a young man who has become accustomed to the mountains and the clouds cannot be a master.
So all the wealth recovered was distributed to the people.
Lying alone in a restaurant, watching the clouds and chasing the moon, drunk and happy.
After waking up, I saw that all the gold and silver in the car were gone, leaving only a few copper coins, which were not enough to pay for drinks. But in the blink of an eye, even the three copper coins were caught by the little naughty boy and ran away to exchange for candied haws. The young knight was stunned, but then he just laughed loudly. The seventeen-year-old boy carried a knife on his back, and first went to the restaurant to wash dishes and chopsticks for three months. Only then did he save enough money to ride in the caravan and go to the rivers and lakes.
In this life, I was carefree, holding my sword and roaring. I once invited dragon kings to drink together by the mountains and rivers. I once entered a desperate situation to save an unknown person.
When I was young, I couldn't help but smile when I think about it when I competed in martial arts to find a bride.
I also wore bright clothes and angry horses, rejoicing in grudges.
He achieved the foundation of True Person before he was a hundred years old. He was arrogant at a young age and refused the Jade Emperor's talisman edict.
Because of the disaster, he didn't want young girl to die with him, so he chose to knock her unconscious and hand her over to his companions.
Go alone to face the demon who slaughters the common people to achieve his own way.
Until finally he destroyed his Daoist base and slashed out with a knife. That knife cut through the blazing lava and also cut off his own path to immortality.
Countless past memories came to mind one after another, real and painful. Chu Hongtu looked at his hands, looking at these old, wrinkled palms, and what he thought of was himself in that life. He is old and about to die, but that young girl has changed from his usual carefree and casual nature. In just over a hundred years, he has broken through the realm one after another. Over two hundred years old, he has broken through the Human Immortal realm and achieved the realm of the Earthly Immortal.
But his sword cut through the layers of Dao foundation, and he could only feel that his Yuan Qi continued to disperse and could no longer be condensed.
At the end of his life, what he saw was the painful and unwilling sight of young girl.
Heavenly Nature was obviously a arrogant and heroic ranger, but at this moment, big drops of tears fell on his wrinkled hands. He raised his head and saw young girl not far away, looking just like a thousand years ago. His eyes were still filled with pain and unwillingness. Everything in the past eight hundred years came to mind, and his eyes were filled with sadness and sadness. "You again, why bother..."
Young Daoist's wrist moved slightly, and the sword in his palm was lifted.
This sword still looks plain.
But it can overwhelm the sword of the Earth Immortal who has been practicing for eight hundred years.
Yu Miao burst into tears. "I wanted to chase that devil back then, and I saw him killing people, but why did you destroy Daoji in the end... It's all my fault." Chu Hongtu suddenly laughed loudly, "That's wrong, I killed him not for you, but because of what he did. Since we are cultivating Daoism and being knights, when we see monsters, how can we let him do whatever he wants? We should kill him with the sword!"
"Be a hero and do justice."
"If you only care about your own stability and live in a house, you will be a hero and you will be righteous!"
Chu Hongtu pressed the knife, raised his eyes, looked at the city he once protected, and suddenly said:
"Eight hundred years, what a long dream..."
"Miao'er, what kind of deal did you make with Yinsi to allow me to be reincarnated as a human being?"
Yu Miao remained silent and replied, "... There are also great demons in the world, Ten Great Yin Marshals when there are times when the power is beyond our control."
"I hold the sword for them."
"Every eight hundred years of fighting, slaying demons, clearing up the ghost atmosphere, maintaining Yin and Yang, and determining the gap between life and death. Fight this and kill in exchange for Yin virtue so that you can be reincarnated. The Yin Division Yama does not pay attention to anything else. It only looks at Yin virtue. Even if there is great Yin virtue, it will never allow anything to return Yang."
Chu Hongtu said, "No wonder I always see you leaving occasionally, and your breath is often unstable when you return."
"But, do you think that after reincarnation, I am really me?"
Yu Miao replied, "A cultivator has a long lifespan. As long as he can enter the Human Immortal realm, it can last for thousands of years. Reincarnation is just a loss of memory. Would a the Human World person abandon his partner and ignore him because he has suffered a serious injury and lost his memory?"
Chu Hongtu was dejected, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute young girl in front of him. He just said:
"But, you have suffered so much during these eight hundred years..."
"Not bitter."
Chu Hongtu looked at Qi WuHuo and asked, "My little friend, do you think you will still be the same person after reincarnation?"
Young Daoist thought for a long time and could not get the answer, because Jade Yang Master had the jade token shattered and those memories had been erased.
But Jade Yang Master is still Jade Yang Master.
Yu Miao and Chunyang were given jade tokens by Teacher, and the related memories were temporarily sealed. However, their natures remained the same and they did not become other people because of this.
So after a long time, he just replied, "I don't know, if it is still the same person, it is no different from ordinary people who temporarily forget their memories, then the reincarnation of the immortal Buddha sealing his true spirit will not be called [Calamity]; but if it is not a person, then there will be no such ending as [Return from Calamity]."
"I think whether you are a person or not should depend on whether you are still [me] in the end."
"If I sink into all the painful memories, then I am no longer me. But if [I] remain unchanged even if I am reincarnated for thousands of years, then it is just a period of time and an experience, and it does not matter to me."
Chu Hongtu murmured for a long time and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, what a person who is me, what a person who comes back from all kinds of calamities."
"It seems that these eight hundred years have indeed been a dream cycle."
"Okay! That's it for now. I don't want to think about it anymore. My mind has never been very good."
"Little friend, I know there is evil virtue in the underworld. I died saving people back then, which can be regarded as some evil virtue, right? Hahaha, I gave it to you, but now I want to ask you for something." old man stretched out his hand and picked up the cup that was lifted into the air by Primordial Prenatal Qi. There was clear water without any impurities in it.
The old man took out the jug from his waist, poured all the wine in it, and then poured half of Water of Forgetfulness into it.
Lift the other half and hand it to young girl in front of you.
Yu Miao looked at him.
old man has a bright smile, just like the young hero who laughed and fell down, and the young man who once fought fiercely for a person he was destined to have until he wore eighteen wounds, drank under the moon, flicked his sword and sang, he was high-spirited.
Kanran looked at young girl, who was still in great splendor, and said, "Come on."
"Drink this Water of Forgetfulness..."
"Let go of the eight hundred years of persistence and the eight hundred years of confusion. Wake up from a big dream, forget all this, and then go back to being the swordsman who was carefree with a sword and could cut off everything in the world."
Yu Miao looked at Chu Hongtu in front of him. He seemed numb but seemed to have expected this, and caught the cup.
But he was too stunned to speak.
Chu Hongtu is holding Water of Forgetfulness, looking at the water in it, falling in love at first sight when he was young, the noise when walking in the rivers and lakes, the calmness of life and death, the length of eight hundred years, and the impact of his existence on the young girl in front of him Eight hundred years of blockade, young Daoist couldn't even understand the complexity in his eyes. It was nostalgia and a sigh. Finally, old man raised his head and drank Water of Forgetfulness.
The wine bottle fell to the ground.
This is what acts on Primordial Spirit. Chu Hongtu closed his eyes and was in a daze for a long time.
He woke up.
This is old man in blue shirt, sitting on the ground.
He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know why he is here.
He was confused and confused.
He didn't know why he had tears in his eyes.
But he seemed to feel that his life was coming to an end and that he was going to die.
Dying.
So, what should you do before you die?
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was so far and vast that one could not help but be intoxicated. He looked at the mountains and the vast land in the distance. He suddenly stood up. His blood seemed to be boiling. His life was about to end. He thought, but the world is so broad and beautiful. He saw someone holding a horse and saw the lion-patterned sword next to him. He picked up the sword.
Then he instinctively took off and landed on the horse. The horse neighed. He raised his hand and threw all the gold and silver on his body to the horse dealer. The latter was pleasantly surprised, but he had no use for the money. old man had already raised his hand to hit the horse with his scabbard. The horse neighed and galloped forward. old man had white hair, but he was like a young hero, laughing loudly.
"The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and the time comes when I enter the world."
"While laughing and talking about our great ambitions and hegemony, we can't beat the drunkenness of life."
He changed the tune again and again, his voice was desolate and free and easy. "I lifted my sword and rode astride, wielding the ghost rain, and my bones were as white as a mountain bird flying in terror."
"Everything in this world is like the tide and people are like water. I only sigh that a few people return to the rivers and lakes."
There is a knife in the hand, a horse under the crotch, the road is ahead, and there is no end of the world. old man's chest is wide open. Suddenly, he is shocked. The Primordial Prenatal Qi realm that has been stagnant for a hundred years is pushed forward. Naturally, I broke through and became True Person. The white hair turned black, the wrinkles on the face disappeared, the horse neighed, and the hero who returned to his youthful appearance pressed his sword and the horse galloped. I felt at ease and laughed out loud.
Gut-wrenching Grass is domineering, even if he has broken through and achieved True Person, his lifespan is only three days.
But three days of life, so what!
Hold a sharp sword and ride a fast horse!
To run to the end of the sky.
Go for a ride.
To chase you to the end of my heart.
Until you die on the road, your bones are buried in the wilderness, the earth is your mat, and the sky is your blanket!
Young Daoist and Yu Miao stood on a high place, watching old man ride away on a fast horse, watching him break through, watching him not feel pity even though he only had three days left to live, watching his bright eyes, his free and unrestrained expression, which made people sigh and regret. Young Daoist, holding the sword, seemed to understand why senior sister Zhi Xiaoyao was accompanied by such a person.
Yu Miao holds Water of Forgetfulness in his hand.
This is such a story.
The protagonist of the story is young girl, who was abandoned by his parents. He was sold to a prostitute and almost became a prostitute. However, he cut his face with a hairpin and disfigured himself. He was beaten half to death and locked up in the woodshed. He looked at the wind and moon outside and struggled to survive. When he climbed out, he felt that the world outside was vast and beautiful.
Then he met a old man and was taken around the world.
Holding a sword carelessly, anyone who has practiced the art of swordsmanship for thirteen years will be able to defeat everyone.
However, he met a carefree and carefree young knight. In fact, he was not tempted, but just walked along without realizing it.
We rode horses together in the desert, fighting and joking along the way, but we were also together in life and death.
Yu Miao said, "I don't know where love comes from, just like the wind rising from the end of green grass. Although this kind of emotion is not as good as the ambition of saving the world, it unknowingly affects the body and mind... I really don't know whether it is persistence or emotion."
"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist, is there anyone you care about?"
Young Daoist shook his head and replied calmly, "No."
Yu Miao said, "Really?"
"You are young after all."
She smiled and said, "Eternal life is lonely, so we have to have dao companion. I have always felt that cultivating immortality is going against heaven. This day is not the way of heaven, but Tao produces one, two in one life, and then three generations of all things. We practice, reverse three and return to two, reverse two and return to one, and only after Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown can we be regarded as immortals."
"Practitioners, like walking on a dangerous cliff, need to join hands with each other to move forward. This is dao companion."
"He fell down while acting chivalrously and fulfilling his duty. Dao Path should not be cut off like this."
"It's like a person traveling with me falls off a cliff, but I'm still on the road, so I hold his hand, hoping to pull him back. No matter how painful it is, I can't let go, and I can't just watch him fall off the edge of the cliff. I don't know what this means, fellow Daoist, maybe you understand?"
Neither love nor desire, dao companion friendship.
Young Daoist looked at the sky in the distance and said, "I have a story. Would you like to hear it, fellow Daoist?"
Yu Miao looked at him.
Young Daoist said, "When the spring dries up, the fish are on the land, they gnaw at each other to get wet, and they wet each other with foam."
The spring water has dried up, and the fish cannot survive on land. They keep each other's bodies moist with breathing and spitting, so as not to dry out. Suffering of Suffering supports each other, just like the eight Yu Miao For hundreds of years, he has fought for the Yin Division with a sword to maintain the balance of Yin and Yang. During several life and death situations, the Yin virtues gained by saving the common people were only reincarnated by Chu Hongtu. I hope he can obtain Human Immortal.
Yu Miao was touched and said, "Longevity..."
"The story in this sentence is indeed appropriate."
"Like me for eight hundred years."
Young Daoist said, "And there is another sentence in this story."
He looked at the senior sister next to him who still looked only young girl youthful and elegant, and said:
"It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other."
Yu Miao was stunned.
Even if they were spitting to keep each other's bodies moist and struggling to survive, it would be better to wander freely in the vast rivers and lakes.
Suddenly I felt heartbroken and empty.
Young Daoist looked at young girl next to him. "Fellow Daoist, won't you drink this cup?"
Yu Miao was quiet for a long time, holding the Water of Forgetfulness, and then suddenly it fell over, and the Yinsi Nether Treasure fell on the ground. He made a different decision from Chu Hongtu, but young Daoist saw the calmness in her eyes and sensed that her energy had changed. It was not ruthless or forgetful, but it encompassed many things.
He smiled and sighed, then slightly cupped his hands, turned around and left without saying another word.
Little Peacock sat on his shoulders, with the medicinal spirit hidden in his chest and collar, and said curiously:
"How come one person drank and the other didn't?"
"Do they think differently?"
"No, they all think the same thing."
Young Daoist replied, "I have already let it go."
"Huh? Then why, one drank and the other didn't?"
Young Daoist thought for a while and replied:
"Probably, one of them drank this Water of Forgetfulness because he let it go."
"And one because he let it go."
"So whether you drink Water of Forgetfulness or not, there is no difference."
"I simply won't drink anymore."
"Oh, that's it..."
Little Peacock and Little Medicine Spirit were both confused, but young Daoist understood that even in the same state of mind, a dashing hero or a carefree Daoist swordsman would make different choices.
Walking with the sword in hand, the senior sister behind her has her eyes closed, and her body's energy has also changed, Supreme Direct Lineage, extremely talented, fierce in sword practice, and has become an earthly immortal in less than three hundred years of cultivation. However, because of her supreme love and nature, she was able to break through the realm in three hundred years Human Immortal, and because of her supreme love and nature, she suffered eight calamities and eight hundred years.
Now, it's time to break through.
Young Daoist passed by Senior Sister's Blessed Land, and there were quite a few people in front of that blessed place. These people were waiting for the sword immortal here to come back, but when they saw young Daoist, they were all slightly shocked, but they were all from before He wanted to bring Chu Hongtu back, but was forced back by young Daoist, so he came to look for Yu Miao, but he was shocked when he saw young Daoist.
They all backed away with a clatter.
Young Daoist raised his eyes slightly, but saw that those people were horrified. When he turned sideways, he saw a ghostly ghost coming out of the void, holding Soul Reaping Rope, with a bull's head and a horse's face. When a cultivator dies, he will belong to the two commanders of impermanence. If he dies for many other reasons and has the possibility of becoming a wandering ghost, it is the two shady commanders Ox-Head and Horse-Face who come forward.
When everyone saw the two sinister handsome men, they were so frightened that their hearts trembled.
But I saw these two well-known sinister men, who were quite polite to young Daoist, and even said, "We noticed Gut-wrenching Grass's aura, and we were still thinking about who it was. It turned out to be you, the Daoist priest..." However, Gut-wrenching Grass is the poison of Primordial Spirit. Ordinary people's Primordial Spirit cannot withstand the effects of the medicine, and they may quickly turn into ghosts after falling, so we are waiting in advance."
"In three days, we will take away his soul."
"Thank you both."
"Daoist priest, you're welcome."
Ox-Head and Horse-Face gave a slight courtesy and then left.
However, Underworld righteous god and Ten Great Yin Marshals are all methods at the level of earthly immortals. They disdain the immortals and gods. Even if the heavenly officials have exhausted their lifespan, they will arrest them at any time. However, they are very polite to people with extremely strong morals and will never waste their etiquette. This is what is called being arrogant and not deceiving the good, walking on the right path, and not afraid of ghosts and gods.
It actually scared those many people so much that the hairs on their backs stood up in fear.
Young Daoist reached into his arms and took out two stacks of paper, on which was written the kendo that he had learned. Originally, he wanted to give his senior sister some help, but now it seems that it is no longer needed. Once he has thought about it, he cannot cross it. Once he has thought about it, the world is wide.
As practitioners of Daoism, why should we be rigid?
Young Daoist released his palm, and the sword technique was blown up by the wind, scattered away, and flew into the secret realm of the blessed land.
Then naturally, it fell apart like snow.
Young Daoist waved his right hand, and Teacher threw out the jade token left by him and hung it in front of the blessed land formation.
There were blue tassels hanging down like sword tassels, blown by the wind, shaking endlessly, and Qi WuHuo turned and left, his temples were white, and he held the piano behind his back, without any obsession. Everyone felt at ease and watched the jade plaque shaking curiously, and saw that there was nothing on it, but mysterious words suddenly appeared on it.
Flawless White Jade.
[Therefore, there is nothing, I want to see how wonderful it is]
Give you Daoist title--
Yu Miao.
The wind blows by, just like the horses passing by and walking across the desert grassland.
The jade tablet seems to be smudged with Sword Qi and is trembling slightly.
In front of the two characters Yu Miao, two more primitive characters finally emerged.
[Tai Shang]