The gentle breeze blows away the flowers hanging on the branches. The petals dance with the wind and fall on the piano table in the courtyard. The delicate fragrance sways in the breeze.
The man was still sitting in front of the case, motionless.
The vast years seem to once again engrave some vicissitudes on that handsome face.
at this time
"You are sitting here as soon as you come back. Are you worried?"
Qing Leng Qianying approached, took off the wine bag from her waist, and placed it on the table.
Lin Chongyang pointed to the plum trees in the courtyard and said, "Wuxia, what do you think they are feeling right now?"
The sudden question made Ji Wuxia a little stunned. She walked around the piano table and walked to Lin Chongyang's side. Then she stretched out her hand and touched his forehead.
After a strange silence, she took her hand back and spoke slowly:
"You and I are not trees, so how can we know the mood of a tree?"
She felt that the other party should have something on his mind, but it was not entirely on his mind. He just needed someone to listen and tell the matter, and then it would be over.
At this point, the only things that can affect his mood are the people around him, except for the people in the world.
Lin Chongyang reached out to pick up the petals that fell on the table, placed them in the palm of his other hand, and sighed softly:
"With the blessing of the formation, the buds will last forever and last for thousands of years. This should be considered a good thing for the tree. After all, all things have animism, and survival is one of the most primitive instincts of living things."
On the other side, Ji Wuxia picked up the wine bag from the table, pulled out the cork and took a sip:
"Animism?"
This does not seem to be a Confucian view, but more a Taoist view.
"Spirit is the basis for life in the world, whether it is human beings, animals, or plants."
Letting the breeze blow the petals off his hands, Lin Chongyang turned his hands to the strings and continued:
"In terms of specific manifestations, when animals interact with people, they will respond differently according to the person's mood. The same goes for plants, but their movements are relatively small and difficult to detect."
He cast his gaze at the plum tree in the courtyard. In his deep golden eyes, it seemed that time was flowing, breaking through the appearance of things and pointing directly to their most essential parts.
That bit of spiritual existence, whether you trace it upward or downward, what you get is a plum tree.
"The next step is an example." Ji Wuxia followed his words as usual.
"Ha, when I was communicating with King Xian in Cailu Xianfang, I once heard him tell you that someone under his command once conducted an experiment."
The strings of the piano were caressing lightly, but there was no melody. Lin Chongyang withdrew his gaze from the tree:
"Divide the same plant into two pots for planting. Under the premise of ensuring that the objective conditions are the same, praise one of the pots every day and hum a few tunes when watering; Have negative emotions and often complain about them.
In the end, the pot that was praised not only grew rapidly and even bloomed for a long time, but the other pot grew slowly and also showed symptoms of shrinkage. "
He also knew similar things, but what he was talking about now was indeed what King Xian had talked to him about before. The people of Cai Lv Xian Hong had quite unique research on plants.
Talking about this matter is not for its own sake, but for extension.
Ji Wuxia praised: "He is also a wonderful person who can come up with such a method."
"The emotions of plants are far less rich than those of humans. Survival is their instinct, but for humans, birth, old age, sickness and death are objective realities."
Lin Chongyang frowned slightly, but the sound of the strings was still fragmented and could not form a tune:
"In the past, when I replenished my energy and blood for Master Jianru, he was very repulsive. Several other Masters even bluntly said that they would not let me visit them without reason.
Mu Ci also told me that if he dies in battle in the future, I should not have the idea of resurrecting him.
Humans are subjective creatures, so taking everything into account may not be the best choice sometimes.
Perhaps, letting go is also a kind of thoughtfulness and perfection.
Deceiving yourself and others once is too much, but...
Letting go is not as easy as it sounds. "
He was sighing, and there was still a bit of struggle in his words. It could be seen that this was not an easy choice for him to make.
However, he also understood that there were some things that he couldn't stop.
Just the personalities of these elders in my family...
They felt that they had already lived enough, and that life and death were all natural, and there was no need to force anything. When they decided to leave everything to their descendants, this path was set.
Mu Ci's words were just a reminder to him.
Letting go is a kind of consideration, a kind of perfection, and a kind of respect.
The broken music of the piano stopped suddenly, and Lin Chongyang's brows did not relax. His deep gaze seemed to span thousands of years, or even thousands of years, and look towards the distant future...
As an audience member, Ji Wuxia didn't bother him with any words. She just raised her wine bag and sipped it quietly, waiting for him to make a decision. In fact, she herself was the same. If she died in battle in the future, she didn't want him to be tempted to let her. Resurrection...
However, such a decision is ultimately a bit cruel to those who survive.
Especially for someone like him who doesn't care much about his own life, but values the people around him very much. In the end, he has no choice but to let go of the small selfishness behind his great wishes.
She believed that he would choose to let go.
Because, although he is sentimental, he is also ruthless.
"The inheritance of fire is the reincarnation between addition and subtraction.
As a recipient, your shoulders will bear more and more responsibilities and carry more and more people’s expectations;
After becoming a successor, you must entrust them to your descendants so that the fire can be passed on. "
The man who came back to his senses slowly relaxed his brows, turned his head, looked into those elegant blue eyes, and continued:
"After the sword appraisal meeting, accompany me to meet the three uncles."
The so-called inheritance is somewhat similar to practice. The process of accumulating one's own cultivation is an addition. If you choose to pursue ascension, you need to do a subtraction.
The cycle of addition and subtraction is a major element of this world.
Similar people, reincarnation, even if there is his influence in the process, some things are destined to be unavoidable.
"OK."
Ji Wuxia chuckled and handed the wine bag in his hand to him: "It will still be four years before the Sword Pinging Conference starts. What are your plans next?"
He took the wine bag and took a sip, letting his taste buds be filled with the bitter taste. Then, Lin Chongyang handed the wine bag back:
"There will be nothing going on in the house during the next period of time. It just so happens that I can visit a friend first. The existence of the Sword Appraisal Club is a very good opportunity.
It’s time for some changes in the atmosphere of the world. "
He had always kept it in mind. He had told her back then that if there was a chance, he would take her to visit some friends in Tiannan Mountain, and now he just had time.
The academic work of the Confucian students in the sect has come to an end for the time being, and Mu Ci and Jun Fengtian can completely handle the rest.
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(End of chapter)
