Under the plum blossom tree, the middle-aged man who had left and returned looked at young Daoist who was meditating, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
Why, it's him again?
But it was the little spiritual light left on [Qi] that was touched a second time.
When he finally showed up, he found that the person who touched the inheritance of Twelve Holy True Ones was actually the disciple of Supreme One lineage. His eyes swept over the scroll of Jade Slip that young Daoist placed on one side. He saw that the twelve seals left on it had been broken, and he slightly closed his eyes.
Primordial Celestial Venerable, always fair.
Although this person is a disciple of the Supreme Being and cannot enter his door wall, this <Primordial Ancestral Qi> was obtained by this person after all his own tribulations. Therefore, he did not directly crush it before, but chose to seal it. However, because of the character of Dao Fifty, Tianyan Forty-Nine, and escape to get one, he left a glimmer of hope.
But I never thought that this person would actually find the one who had escaped.
Such understanding...
What a pity.
It's such a pity.
He raised his eyes and saw Houtu Empress Earthly Deity over there, smiling but not smiling. Although he didn't speak, a voice sounded in his ears.
"Great Celestial Venerable Yuqing, why did you go and come back?"
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable raised his eyes.
In an instant, the surrounding energy stirred, and the rules changed. The world in front of young Daoist changed silently. It was no longer the town under He Lian Mountain. Qi WuHuo was not able to perceive this process at all. Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable never left, appeared in front of Houtu Empress Earthly Deity, and calmly said, "Houtu."
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity looked at the ripples around young Daoist.
"Brahma Qi Filling the Void, the best."
"Open the sky, Giving Birth to All Heavens."
"What a Yuluo Xiaotai, what a Yuxu Illusion."
"Is this another trial?"
"Yuqing, you are still so domineering. You never ask others if they are willing."
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable said calmly, "Yes."
An understatement, of course.
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity could not refute or refute, but looked at Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable with a half-smile, a little spirituality in front of him. Such an existence, except for the strength and means, this spirituality is almost not much different from the main body. Both his knowledge and mood are the same, and he said, "So, why test him?"
"There's always a reason, right?"
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable didn't answer.
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity smiled and said, "But, Yuqing, what is this so-called trial?"
"This child's temperament is firm enough, his Daoist heart is clear, and he is able to take the initiative to go through tribulations and cross the world. He was personally chosen by the Supreme Being. His temperament is so tenacious that it is used to test ordinary cultivators' drunkenness, sex, and wealth. It will never stop him. If Divine Ability is used to stop him, his understanding is extremely high, as you can see."
"How do you want to test it?"
Yu Qing said calmly, "You will know it by yourself."
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity After looking at the Yuxu environment with a smile, his expression was slightly condensed. When he looked at Yuqing again, there was a slight anger and shock in his eyes. "Yuqing! You--"
Young Daoist doesn't know what happened.
He was just in a daze. The plum blossom tree was blown by the wind and its petals fell. The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the plum blossom. Then suddenly the plum blossom disappeared in the palm of his hand, as if it did not exist. The young man blinked his eyes, not knowing what happened.
Plum tree?
"Do we have plum blossoms in Jinzhou?"
The young man was puzzled. He raised his head and saw that the sun was warm and bright. When the wind blew, he could feel the smell of the land and the fragrance of the vegetation. A familiar laughter came from behind, which interrupted the young man's thoughts. It was a young woman's voice, smiling and saying, "Wuhuo, what are you doing standing there?"
The young man turned around and saw a round-faced woman standing there with bright black eyes and a smile. She was wearing clothes and her cuffs were rolled up. Her hair was just tied with a chopstick as a hairpin. On one side was a man who looked kind and gentle. The young man subconsciously said, "Dad, mother..."
"I just saw a plum tree."
"What are you talking about? Why are there plum blossoms here?"
"The climate here in Jinzhou is not suitable for plum blossoms to grow."
"Come here quickly, it's time to eat..." The young man turned around and saw his father standing up with bowls and chopsticks to eat as usual, while his mother was busy, cooking chicken for him, and said with a smile, "Eat more, you are going to school today, you have to listen carefully to my teacher's lectures."
Qi Shijing took two bites of rice and said in a slow and slow tone as usual, "Sir, he is a great scholar in the country and has an excellent reputation."
"Today's saints are not willing to serve as officials in the court after being called up several times. They only travel around and give lectures. Now that you have come to our Jinzhou, you must seize the opportunity, learn more from the teacher, and then serve your family and country."
"Hmm."
"Can you recite the article I taught you before?"
"After you finish eating, recite it to me."
"Can't you let the child finish eating first?! Are you the only one who has the ability?"
"I, I'm not..."
"What are you doing? Shut up!"
"Come on, Wu Huo, eat more. Don't listen to your father. He is just a rotten scholar with a lot of rules."
"You--"
The young man watched his parents talking and eating. His mother sewed a bag for him, stuffed books, paper and pens into it, and slung it on his body. The young man walked to the door of the yard, turned around, and watched his mother sewing something, while his father was tending to the hanging baskets he had planted, pruning them carefully.
He stood at the door and seemed to sense something was wrong in a daze.
But there seems to be no difference.
In the real world, Houtu Empress Earthly Deity looked at Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable:
"... The illusion of Jade is no different from reality. Do you want to trap him here with this?"
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable said, "It's just a trial."
"With his level, he has a certain chance to detect the reality of the illusion and then come out."
"But, there is only one chance."
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity looked at the young man.
In ordinary illusions, you only need to cut off the formation points, but she saw the Yuxu illusion this time.
Zhenyan is the young man's father and mother.
If you want to break the formation, you need to kill it with your sword.
But those who kill their parents to break the formation will be displeased by Yuxu.
Moreover, this is Dao Ancestor's method. Qi WuHuo's parents are mortals and have never cultivated "me". After one life passed away, they drank Meng Po Soup. This life is over. Even if they are reincarnated, they cannot awaken the memories of the past because their "me" in that life is not prominent or special compared with the other "me". After reincarnation, everything is over.
In this jade illusion, it is Dao Ancestor who, with the supreme Divine Ability, has re-gathered here everything that belonged to Qi WuHuo's parents and who were imprinted on the world itself. In other words, this illusion is false, but it is also true. From the perspective of his parents, it is more [real] than Life soul after reincarnation.
Open the sky, Giving Birth to All Heavens.
This is another world.
If you don't cut it, you won't break the formation.
If you cut it, you can break through the small formation, but enter the big formation.
It will directly break your own Daoist heart.
If you pursue it with the intention of seeking it, you will become obsessed and not realize it, which is a big mistake.
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity For a moment, he hoped that young Daoist would break the formation, realizing that this was an illusion; but he didn't want him to break the formation, so he immediately looked at Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable and saw that his expression was cold and detached. Yuqing was especially harsh on the younger disciples, Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors the most. And the so-called trial would naturally have a price, and it was a huge price.
She watched all this happen in silence, but the young man just smiled and waved to his parents, then walked out, greeted everyone familiar in his hometown, and walked to the school along the path that was very clear in his memory. When he entered the school, a young man stood on the stage and said that his name was Su Shengyuan.
Then he smiled and said, "There is also a gentleman who teaches you Mingjing, Mingde, and Medicine art."
A thin young man walked in, his eyes were clear and quiet, Qi WuHuo's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to introduce himself, but his mind was blank. For some reason, he felt a sense of joy and sadness like a reunion, just like when he saw his parents. When I went home today, there was a guest at home, but it was a middle-aged man with a sword on his back, a fairy-like spirit.
He calls himself Tantai Xuan.
After seeing the young man, he was very happy and said that Root Bone is suitable for the enter the Daoist Sect to practice.
He also showed some skills in wielding a sword, which dispelled the doubts of Qi WuHuo's parents.
After thinking for a night, the young man chose to refuse. Empress Houtu looked complicated and sighed in his heart. If he embarked on the path of practice in this dream, he could also break the formation, at least increasing the possibility of breaking the formation. Houtu Empress Earthly Deity said, "If it is enter the Daoist Sect, can it break the illusion?"
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable said calmly, "It can be increased by 30%."
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity could only watch with regret, watching young Daoist sink into the softest place in his heart. In this constructed real world, he sank deeper and deeper, his soul was blinded, and he finally entered a situation from which he could not extricate himself.
She can't take action and won't take action.
There is just regret and sadness in my eyes.
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable is still like a statue, with a calm and indifferent expression, like a ruthless god, overlooking all things.
Qi WuHuo After refusing, he studied with two gentlemen every day. He seemed to be very talented and quickly showed his intelligence in reading. He became the most praised disciple in the whole school by the gentlemen. Everyone thought that he should take the exam to become a high official. He passed the provincial and county exams one by one, and finally went to study in a bigger city.
"You have to eat well outside and don't save money. We don't need your money at home. You have to eat well and buy some good fabrics to send home. Mom will sew clothes for you. The ones outside are too expensive."
"As a woman, the clothes sewn in tailor shops outside are better."
"Wu Huo, don't listen to your mother, don't worry about us. You are not as good as at home outside. You have to be humble and don't make grudges with others. With this money, you can eat when you need to eat and buy when you need to buy. You can also buy a suit of fashionable clothes, a sword, and a jade pendant. You can study with your classmates and visit famous people from all over the country. These are all things you have to do, but you can't save them."
Qi Shijing patted Qi WuHuo on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead..."
Qi WuHuo carried his luggage and walked farther and farther under the sunset. If there were no accidents, he would go to the big city and walk farther and farther, rarely going home. After Qi Shijing and his wife watched the child leave, their expressions became a little gloomy. Zhu Qixia sat there wiping his tears. Qi Shijing cooked the meal and said, "Okay, don't cry anymore."
"It's a good thing that children have abilities. Why are you crying?"
"B-but, as big as Wuzhuo is, he has never been so far away from us..."
"From now on, you will rarely see him again."
"He rarely sees us again. Maybe, maybe only a few times in his lifetime."
"When I think about this, I don't know why, I want to cry..."
Qi Shijing looked gloomy. For some reason, his wife's words made him feel a pinching pain in his heart. The old-fashioned and serious wife almost shed tears. He looked at the sunset outside like blood, but suddenly his eyes widened. First he subconsciously stood up and took a few steps forward, then stopped and said angrily:
"Wu Huo! You, what are you doing back here?"
The young man put down his luggage, looked at his parents, and said softly, "My son feels that he is not ready yet."
"If I went to the city this year, I might just fail, so I came back and planned to study for a few more years."
Qi Shijing I wanted to scold him, but for some reason I couldn't say it.
Zhu Qixia laughed while wiping his tears, knocked his husband away, and said:
"Come back, yes, be steady, be steady."
"Come on, Wuhu, are you hungry? Whatever you want to eat, Mom will make it for you."
"Don't eat what your father cooks. Only he can eat what he cooks."
The young man returned home, and this preparation took a full thirty-five years. When he was a classmate, some students who were not as good as him also became Jinshi or became officials. They also came back to visit Qi WuHuo, who was so talented in literature at a young age. He just sighed with the reserve of a winner, saying that he is young, and older may not be better, which is a pity.
Qi WuHuo doesn't care either.
Thirty-five years have passed, and now he is over fifty years old. His parents are old and have gray hair, and they have to use crutches to move around. After a person reaches the age of fifty, death can no longer be called Yao. Being in his seventies can be considered a longevity. He has been here for more than fifty years, accompanying his parents.
He also became a lecturer.
Accompanying my husband to give lectures, and going to the mountains to collect herbs with him.
Later, more than twenty years later, I heard that my classmate who had been an official was involved in a major case and was dismissed.
Later I heard that the emperor was also dead.
Later, Qi WuHuo's hair also turned white, and his parents fell ill. People in the village came and went, one after another. When passing by, when they saw Qi WuHuo, they all called him "old man" and praised his filial piety.
On a rare day of good weather, Qi Shijing and his wife were basking in the sun, and Qi WuHuo held the hands of his parents.
I heard them say that they had had nightmares for a long time, dreaming about a big fire in Jinzhou, and that both their husband and wife died in the fire. They said that in the end they saw their son, who was less than ten years old, standing there blankly, and they couldn't help but cry when they thought about the suffering their son would suffer in the future. Then Qi Shijing would talk about women, while his own eyes would turn red.
Qi WuHuo always has to comfort his parents, "I am here, it was just a dream."
"Yeah, dream..."
"Dream..."
The second elder murmured, Zhu Qixia's speech was already a little unclear, and said:
"It's just that, just because of the two of us, it will affect you for the rest of your life."
"You could have been an official, a high official..."
"How can it be involved?"
"No."
Qi WuHuo's voice was gentle. His parents were sleepy. He held their hands and listened to them saying that they wanted to take a nap. Then Qi Shijing and Zhu Qixia slowly closed their eyes and breathed softly.
Qi Shijing and Zhu Qixia died on the same day.
Qi WuHuo takes good care of her, and she has no illness or pain.
May you live a long life and be safe every year.
Qi WuHuo sold the house and buried his parents together. Everyone praised his filial piety. Finally, the stonemason asked him what he should carve on the tombstone. Qi WuHuo, who was already very old and in disgrace, stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet.
His back was already arched and bent, his face was full of wrinkles, and there were age spots on his palms. He stretched out his hand to touch the stone tablet, and his palms trembled, but he remembered standing at the door when he was young, looking at the young appearance of his parents under the warmth of the sun.
"... Time flies so quickly, so much time has passed in the blink of an eye."
The mason looked respectfully at old man in this village.
old man smiled and murmured, "Father Qi Shijing, mother Zhu Qixia's tomb."
"Qi WuHuo..."
His finger fell on the stone tablet, as if he was looking at the past and the future, and Empress Houtu looked at the old old man, with regret in his eyes, and old man dropped his finger and murmured, "Supreme Xuanwei."
"Stand up."
Empress Houtu pupils shrink.
It seemed like an illusion, it seemed real. She saw the corner of Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable's mouth next to her slightly raised.
The words fell, there was a loud bang, and the surrounding energy suddenly gathered. The aura of the eighty-year-old old man changed rapidly, so old man's back became straight again, and he became young again. His white hair turned black, only his temples turned white, and he transformed into a young man, and then finally returned to a young man. Such a change shocked the mason.
Young Daoist walked back home. He bent down, picked up some stones and dead branches, and then piled them up. He restored his original appearance, but there was no cultivation, and there was no magic power here. But relying on these stones, the dead branches changed and piled up, and the world actually had layers of ripples. Then, under the simple altar of young Daoist, the layers were broken.
He Lian Mountain Underneath, the plum tree swayed when the wind blew, so the petals spread in the sky, young Daoist closed his eyes.
But tears were streaming down his face and he couldn't stop them.
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity saw a faint change taking place in him, and then looked at Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable next to him, and realized that one of the eight biggest difficulties that young Daoist would have encountered, was actually broken and annihilated in the process, and the biggest regret in his heart was made up for.
Yuqing Primordial Celestial Venerable, domineering and cold, will arrange various harsh trials for his juniors regardless of the objections of others.
But the opposite side of trials is opportunities. As long as you can survive the trials of Tianzun, you will find that what Primordial Celestial Venerable sees is far further than others. Although the trials arranged for disciples are extremely difficult, they are also the weakest and most lacking link for every younger disciple. Therefore, any direct disciple of Primordial Celestial Venerable who can come out of the mountain has no shortcomings.
Primordial Celestial Venerable stood up and left calmly.
He just said, "What a pity."
"You can't be my disciple after all."
Houtu Empress Earthly Deity said, "Yuqing..." But Primordial Celestial Venerable was gone. When Qi WuHuo opened his eyes, he had briefly forgotten what he had just experienced. He just didn't know why he was crying, and he didn't know why. A certain empty part in his heart no longer seemed so uncomfortable, and there was a feeling of joy and dripping.
As usual, the young man restrained himself and went to visit Mr. Su the next day.
Mr. Su seems to have been tired for a long time. Just like in the past, he will still entertain young Daoist with enthusiasm and warmth. However, unlike in the past, he will no longer mention lectures and court matters in front of him. He will only talk about his experiences in the world and what he has seen while traveling around.
It seems to be the same as before, but there is also a great sense of loneliness and regret.
Even though I try my best to restrain myself, it still exists.
"Mr. Su..."
Qi WuHuo could feel the loss and regret in his heart, and he also knew that such regret and loss was proof that Su Shengyuan was still eager to change this era. He himself was a "chaotic party" who would never be reused. He could only hope that his disciples could gain knowledge and be able to change this era. Now that this sustenance has disappeared, he is naturally lost.
Young Daoist was deep in thought. When he returned home, he was startled. He saw that the courtyard next to him, which had been empty for a long time, was opened. Someone seemed to be living inside. Just in time, someone opened the door. It was a middle-aged man in white clothes.
He nodded towards Qi WuHuo and said calmly, "I will live here for a few months."
"My friend, please."
Qi WuHuo is a person who knows etiquette, so he raised his hand and said politely, "Sir, Qi WuHuo, neighbors should help each other."
"I don't know what to call you sir."
The middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm here, [Qingyu]."