"Don't get angry yet. You and I have been arguing for so many years, but we still have different opinions. We have never been able to talk about going together. You have used many of your despicable and despicable behaviors. I don't want to use them.
Is it turning a deaf ear? As you get older, don't let a joke make you angry. "
Xuying still had the same expression, but his tone gradually slowed down a lot, as if he was really worried that the old man would become angry and develop a disease in a fit of anger.
After all, although the current old man seems to be in good health, if he really falls ill, he will not be far away from passing away.
Just like a lamp that has not been replenished for many years, the flame is still stable now. Although it is a little swaying, it can still give people an inch-wide bright firelight in the dark night, making people find shadows to accompany them when they are alone.
Once blown by the north wind outside the window lattice, whether the old oil lamp can hold up depends on God's will. For mortals, lifespan is the lamp oil given by heaven and earth. If there is no more lamp oil to add, even in the extreme state, the rootless fire cannot be kept alive.
After Xuying finished speaking, he no longer looked at the old man. Instead, he moved his eyes away and looked at an ancient willow tree beside the ditch outside the window lattice. He saw the willow leaves were like knives, cutting and swaying wildly in the autumn wind.
He looked so much like the stubborn old man in front of me, which was really annoying.
"I won't hide it from you. In fact, if you really die, it will be really boring for me to see such an empty ancestral hall when I return from traveling in the future."
After a long while, Xuying faintly uttered this sentence.
"I am the human heart." Seeing that the shadow had no intention of taking back the golden tea, the old man also dissipated his anger and said with a cold face, "The mortal body has been in the world for too long, and it is a little unreasonable. What is seeking? Xian Fangdao, what is meant by immortality, what is meant by eternal existence and the same longevity as heaven, old man I don’t care about it at all.”
"In this ancestral hall, there are two rankings of ancestors at the top. One is Shui Qingjun, the first ancestor of Qinshui Town, and the other is the first ancestor's first wife." In the gatehouse of the ancestral hall, there is only one surprisingly old Taishi chair. , except that there were no tables or chairs. The old man glanced around, and had to sit on the bed less than six feet away, and slowly spoke to the shadow.
The old man was indeed very old, with a slight stoop in his abdomen and back. He was almost a head taller than a shadow. Even his bed was a bit different from an ordinary bed.
"Today, the Shui Qingjun still exists in the world, and the memorial tablet is in vain, while the flowers and plants on the grave of his wife have grown and flourished again and again. Now they have changed for countless generations. Even the strange stone made by Tianque brought from the Eastern Islands The completed stone tablets have been mottled by thousands of years, and the surnames and names on the inscriptions have become blurred."
The old man spoke eloquently, and the shadow remained silent.
"Great Immortal, I want to ask you, things have changed and stars have changed, do you still remember the face and name of your first wife?"
There was once a world-famous literary leader who lost his wife in middle age. He erected a new willow tree at their former residence. Several times in the spring and autumn, he returned to his former residence and saw that the willow tree was hiding the sky and blocking out the sun, and was as graceful as jade.
And that strange stone from Tianque came from outside the sky, and it was impossible to chop it with a knife or ax without leaving any traces. In the end, it was Suicune himself who took action with his superb cultivation and carved fifteen or six words on the strange stone with his two fingers. Erect the monument.
But now, even the strange stones that were difficult to damage with axes have become mottled in the passing years.
After a long while, the sun outside was tilted, and the shadow lowered his eyes and said, "Although it's been so many years, I miss you all the time, how can I forget it."
This is true. Suicune has never taken a concubine in his life. After his wife passed away, he never had a second wife. This is still the case for who knows how many years he has been alive.
The old man who always liked to make some sarcastic comments after Suicune's words obviously no longer had any intention of teasing him. His skinny face looked like an old willow bark, and a desolate expression flashed away.
"You remember, how could I forget? Don't forget, my old man has also been in love with that girl for thousands of years, many times more than you, a heavenly being with only a fairy heart in your chest."
"Over the years, you, the ancestor, have endured the death of countless descendants. Perhaps it was because of your Suijun Kung Gong that you absorbed all the luck of your lineage into your body. However, among the countless descendants, none of you can reach the extreme state. Not to mention the Four Mysteries, I was extremely talented when I was young, but now I have turned into a pile of loess." Probably because he talked a lot today, the old man was a little exhausted, so he barely supported his thin body and wanted to curl up against the wall to rest. moment.
Seeing this, the phantom like water lines moved its two fingers lightly, and delivered the tea brewed on the side into the old man's palm out of thin air.
The old man looked at the jade-like pool of tea in his palm and sighed.
"In order to prove the fruit of immortality and continue the immortal path, you, Shuijun, did not hesitate to use various methods. In order to change your mind, you sealed my old man in this ancestral hall. I barely had enough food and clothing. I served him with oral and body food all day long, and I was at ease. Threatening me with my body, just to make me admit that the path to immortality is infinitely better than that of human beings. But what I think in my heart is not the same as your original heart? Seeing that all my old friends are gone, my wife and children are lost, you Shuijun A lonely person living in this world stained by the decayed dust of a hundred generations."
The old man looked up at the sky and exhaled a long breath of depression, "Are you really not tired?"
After that, the weak old man poured the tea directly on the ground.
The old man didn't need to say anything else, the shadow already understood the meaning.
Life is like a journey, and I have somewhere to go, but you are wandering around the world like a lonely ghost. Are you really a blessing? Compared to taking a sip of tea halfway, I can finally leave peacefully. Isn’t it much more free and easy than you?
After all, the two of them had the same mind, and how could they hide this unspoken meaning from Suicune.
The old man's eyes were dark, and finally fell on the tea splashing on the ground. To say that this Golden Tuan Tea is really extraordinary, even if it is spilled on the ground, the leaves as slender as hair inside are still clearly defined. They do not flow as expected, but gently hover in the tea, slowly Faint.
"You know better than me that no ancient people could live to this day. Immortality is illusory. Even if you finally prove the method of immortality, you can't get rid of the loneliness, so why bother to torture yourself."
In the end, the shadow frowned, turned into a wisp of smoke out of thin air, and disappeared in front of the old man; as for the latter, he leisurely picked up the unbreakable teapot, walked outside alone, collected firewood, lit a fire, and rolled the Pour boiling water into the yellow clay teapot.
There are so many pleasures in life, but the wind and smoke of the years have worn them away and diluted the pleasures. Over time, there is no meat to eat, and it is a pity to abandon them.
It's a pity that the yellow clay teapot was not smashed.
Under the ancient willow beside the canal, a shirtless man was loading the red iron slag into a basket, then sinking it into the water. When the red light went out, he quickly picked up the bamboo basket and piled the iron scraps on the shop floor. As a result, bursts of green smoke rose up to the bridge head, and the late afternoon sunlight turned out to be a hazy blank on the bridge head for no reason.
The water in the canal is accompanied by willows in the wind, smoke from the bridge, burning red iron, and shirtless men.
To say that originally Qinshui Town was a gentle woman whose waist looked like a new willow sprouting, with flying pavilions and flowing eaves, smoked willows and painted bridges, but now when molten iron is splashing and axes and hammers are clanging, Qinshui Town is now as if it is covered with a Rong, take command and raise your gun, your heroic spirit is overwhelming Qiu Shuang.
The old man standing by the fire trembled slightly and soon returned to normal. If the shirtless man peeps carefully, he will definitely see a water pattern behind him, like a smooth and shiny snake, passing away quickly and getting into the old man's collar.
The old man is no longer an old man, but has returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man with long beard and green hair, with beads on his sleeves and elegant robes.
Suicune gathered his clothes tightly.
There is nowhere to talk about all my worries, except that the weather is cool and it’s a nice autumn.
