The stars are passing by, and the years are fleeting.
In addition to nourishing qi, refining medicine and farming, Nan Xiao was like an idiot. He went to Wudao Cliff to listen to the mysterious method every day for four years without stopping.
The number of divine rainbows streaking across the sky gradually increased. In the past four years, the Taoist boys in the school have gradually taken off their white robes and put on purple clothes.
Nan Xiao was not in a hurry, and did not aim too far for Mingquan Cliff, but continued to stay in front of the strange peaks of the Sea of Bitterness to listen to the mysterious method.
Because she knows very well that practitioners who can preach in the sea of suffering will either have their cultivation stagnated in the sea of suffering all their lives, or they will have extraordinary skills honed in the stage of the sea of suffering.
The former can serve as a warning to her, and the latter can serve as a reference.
Therefore, although these four years have been relatively boring, Nan Xiao can still see the future clearly from their few words.
By summing up the experiences of those people and drawing on the martial arts and qigong of the mortal world, Nan Xiao successfully tempered the sense of qi in the body into a never-ending vitality.
According to the "Annotations on Alchemy", Yuan Qi is the most fundamental and important Qi in the human body and the driving force behind human life activities.
With the help of the power of vitality, Nan Xiao had long been able to mobilize the life essence in his body to open up the sea of suffering, but Nan Xiao did not do so.
Before the special relationship between the sea of suffering and the wheel of life is resolved, opening up the sea of suffering will only accelerate one's own demise.
Nan Xiao used nearly four years to completely outline the outline of the Lun Hai Secret Realm, and with the help of the resonance of Qi, he also had a general understanding of the situation inside the Lun Hai Secret Realm.
What is even more worth mentioning is that during the four years of attending Kuhai Cliff, Nan Xiao made friends with a middle-aged man wearing a spray necklace.
The middle-aged man's name is Liang Bo, and the old woman's name is Zhu Tai.
They met each other in school and eventually became Taoist lovers.
It's a pity that Zhutai's qualifications are not very good. Even though Liang Bo poured souls into her every day when she was young, he still couldn't make Zhutai's life gurgling in the sea of suffering.
Later, they stopped insisting.
Zhu Tai chose to spend her last life cultivating new hope, and Liang Bo supported her decision.
Thus, there was a scene that Nan Xiao noticed for the first time.
The fish talks on the rocks, and the water listens at the foot of the mountain.
Slowly, the fish Zhutai gradually lost its strength.
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There are no rainy days in Qingya Blessed Land.
The sun sets in the west, the red sun is still warm, the wind is gentle and the clouds are gorgeous all around.
Time passed while rushing on the road.
After the sun goes down, the moon is white and the wind is clear, and the mountains and rivers are still magnificent.
Zhu Tai should be on duty today, but Nan Xiao did not see Zhu Tai and Liang Bo at Kuhai Cliff.
So Nan Xiao, who didn't listen to the preaching for the first time, gathered her energy in her legs and flew back to her residence as light as a swallow.
The rising wind lifted the gray shirts of the passing pesticide farmers high.
Even the domineering Yaolu people paused and closed their eyes.
When Nan Xiao came to visit with some elixirs and fish soup that he had made, Zhu Tai sat on the bed, still smiling softly.
Calling Nan Xiao to him, Zhu Tai whispered softly: "You're here. We're leaving tomorrow. Dashan wants to take me back to the past while I still have energy."
"Yes, Xiaoying hasn't been home for two hundred years. Take her back to have a look, and then take her around." Liang Bo took Nan Xiao's fish soup, flames gushed out from his palms, and took the tender white fish After the soup boils, take a spoonful and put it to your mouth to cool it down, then carefully place it on Zhu Tai’s lips.
Nan Xiao sat sideways on the bed, massaging Zhu Tai's somewhat stiff legs. With red eyes, she said in a low voice, "You must be good and have fun!"
"Thank you, Nannan. We, the old couple, have agreed that if you are willing, you can come with us." Zhu Taiyan's eyes were soft.
Nan Xiao shook her head, smiled, and said mischievously: "Grandma, you and grandpa have such a deep love for each other that it would be outrageous for me to go back to our old place and come with you!"
Liang Bo and Zhu Tai had lived for more than two hundred years, so they naturally knew Nan Xiao's feelings and stopped trying to persuade him.
Liang Bo once tried to open up the sea of suffering for Nan Xiao, but after he discovered the special position between the sea of suffering and the wheel of life, he was no longer willing to perform spiritual practice for her.
Liang Bo fed Zhutai fish soup and said, "Actually, it's good to be a mortal. Although your wheel of life is full of cracks, your body's shortcomings have been replenished through the past few years of recuperation. I think you can live for four years." Fifty years old. But if you step into the sea of suffering, the wheel of life will only be further corroded, and even if you are lucky enough to reach the fountain of life, it will be your death."
"Da Shan, please stop trying to persuade my daughter." Zhu Tai curled his lips, rolled his eyes at Liang Bo dissatisfied, and continued: "Our daughter is very capable. She has been working hard towards her goal. We elders must encourage her. !”
Liang Bo carefully wiped off the fish soup from the corner of Zhu Tai's mouth with a handkerchief, and retorted: "But Xiaoying, what if her path is wrong? We can't just encourage her. If she practices practice, she will only die. Even earlier! She is only eleven years old now! If she doesn’t practice, she still has thirty years left to live!”
The more he talked, the more excited he became. Liang Bo realized that he shouldn't get angry, so he stood up and walked aside, his somewhat rickety back trembling slightly.
The handkerchief fell to the ground, leaving water marks on the ground.
"If you are wrong, you are wrong. Dying from your ideals is also a kind of happiness." Zhu Tai chuckled, speaking in a relaxed tone.
Liang Bo bent down and silently picked up the dropped handkerchief.
There was a sound of wind in my throat.
"Da Shan, you are still so crying. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't feel bad. Come and talk to us."
After putting the handkerchief in the washbasin, Liang Bo walked over and placed a soft pillow on Zhu Tai's lower back so that she could lie down halfway.
Nan Xiao leaned her head gently on Zhu Tai's legs, tears streaming down her face, and she choked with sobs: "Grandpa Dashan, Grandma Xiaoying, it would be great if my daughter and brother could get to know you earlier. But, if I If my brother is not dead, and I am not burdened with a blood feud, I would not have set foot on the Shu Road, let alone meet you."
"Nanny——"
Zhu Tai managed to raise his hand, gently traced Nan Xiao's beautiful eyebrows, and said softly: "Even if you didn't board the Shu Road, maybe when I went down the mountain with Dashan, I saw you sleeping on the way to my hometown. Broken temple, we will definitely meet again——"
"But, even then, there is no my brother——"
"Nanny, do you believe in reincarnation? Dashan and I often have the same dream. In the dream, he and I are both butterflies, flying and flying. We never know how tired we are. We only know that each other is there. ”
Zhu Tai and Liang Bo looked at each other, and they could see the surging love in each other's eyes.
"Xiaoying is right. Maybe your brother is still on his way back. As long as you are willing to wait, we will meet again."
Liang Bo no longer hit Nan Xiao, but followed Zhu Tai's words and encouraged him.
"So, little girl, you must practice hard to increase the chance of meeting again!"
Zhu Tai's fingertips bloomed with a soft light.
Nan Xiao's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the house was empty.
There is a letter on the table.
Probably because he was worried that the letter would be blown away by the strong wind, a gold dagger and a gilt flying phoenix hairpin were placed on top of it.
The golden dagger was about one foot long and looked very sharp. A black dragon was engraved on both sides of the sword.
The body of the gilt flying phoenix hairpin is embossed with dragon patterns, and has a seal script inscription: "Hui is made of orchid, warm and lustrous."
Nan Xiao breathed a long sigh of relief and opened the letter tremblingly.
