"Jiuzhou Yilingzhi" says that mountain ghosts will be young for a hundred years, mature for a hundred years, and grow old for a hundred years.
Unlike humans, who are young in thirty years and old in thirty years, they have a longer life. And if he practices cultivation, his life will be even longer than three hundred years.
She is still young, but her heart is already old.
This is destiny that no one can change. If the heart dies, the person dies.
Bai Ze climbed out of the lotus pond, cheered up, and asked the mountain ghost: "Are you qualified?"
"Forget it." Shangui said, his smile not diminishing, but it was no longer as deep as his eyes. "Your talent is beyond my expectation. In this way, if I give you two swords, it will not bury the master's reputation."
Bai Ze nodded immediately.
"A hundred years ago, when Master Jiuzhou became famous, no one knew that he had a strange disciple like me. I have always dared not show it anywhere because of my identity." Shangui smiled as he thought of the past, "Now Master I will teach you your unique skills, and with your talents, you will never bury them."
"Sister Shangui, you are the best." Bai Ze said sincerely, "If I have a disciple like you in the future, I will treat him as a treasure."
"What a mouthful." Shan Gui scolded him, but he was not angry. "I passed on to you the two swords that made Master famous, Jian Yi Wuliang and Jian Jiu Canghai Yixiao. If there is a chance in the future, I hope you can do it for us. If these things are passed down, they can be regarded as the last traces of him and me on the land of Kyushu."
"Okay!" Bai Ze nodded solemnly.
"Listen carefully." Shangui said sternly, "Jian Yi Wuliang is biased towards the sword, while Jian Jiu Canghai Yixiao is the Qi sword. Although the two are different, they work in the same way. Your current cultivation level, I think It is difficult to use these two swords. Depending on your understanding, if you can break through the sea of suffering and reach the other side, you will definitely be able to use them."
"In the final analysis, it's still a matter of strength." Bai Ze sighed.
"How old are you?" Shangui rolled his eyes at him, "You can't touch more than twelve years old. You have to know that the current swordsman Li Muzhi started practicing at the age of seven. He was ten years old and suffered a lot. He crossed the sea to the other side within a year and was already destroyed. The world says you are the first person in the past five hundred years. You are just starting the journey of cultivation relatively late. If you practice diligently, you can definitely reach the ninth level of heaven in the sea of suffering before the age of fifteen, and step on the other side by the age of sixteen, and be as famous as the Sword Immortal. It is said that it is heaven. It’s not an exaggeration to be a genius.”
"That's true." Bai Ze touched his chin and said without humility.
The mountain ghost chuckled, and it was at this moment that she felt that Bai Ze was still a child and was naughty in nature.
Otherwise, she really thought that this boy was just like her, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
On this day, Shan Gui tried his best to explain the experience of Jian Yi and Jian Jiu to Bai Ze. Bai Ze listened carefully, but because he could not practice it himself and had many doubts, he could only ask questions bit by bit and then write them down one by one.
Until late at night, Bai Ze saw that Shan Gui was so tired that her eyebrows were drooped and she was drowsy. He couldn't help but interrupt her again and said, "Sister Shan Gui, why don't you take a rest first. These two swords I’ve written them all down, don’t worry, I’ll be able to put them to use one day when I set foot on the other side.”
"Well, that's it." Shan Gui was lying on the rocking chair, his breathing already vague, and he closed his eyes and concentrated, "I'll take a nap first. Remember to call me when dawn comes."
Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't wake up.
"Okay." Bai Ze nodded and stayed by Shangui's side all night.
What she said is true. If this continues, tomorrow will be the time when she disappears between heaven and earth.
Bai Ze felt sad. After all, this was the second person he had met besides Xie Xuan who was so kind to him.
Although Shan Gui had an ulterior motive and wanted him to help her kill the current swordsman Li Muzhi, Bai Ze didn't feel that he was being used at all. Instead, he just felt sorry for Shan Gui's past over the past century.
I am a beautiful woman, but what destiny is there?
That night, Bai Ze didn't meditate. He just stayed by Shangui's side quietly. Looking at her almost transparent side face, the light blue tendons could be vaguely seen inside.
With his current strength, the monk from the other side may not be Bai Ze's opponent. It can be said that he is already quite unmatched. But he hated it and refused to do so. Why is it that such a kind and beautiful soul has to suffer such hardships?
The sun rises in the east, and the sky is purple and hazy. Bai Ze sat there all night, and the warm sunshine hit the side of the mountain ghost's face that was about to fade away, so beautiful.
Bai Ze couldn't bear to disturb her sleep, but the mountain ghost's long eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his tired eyes. He turned his head and saw Bai Ze looking at her. He forced a smile and said, "Good morning, Xiao Bai." Ze.”
"Good morning, Sister Shangui." Bai Ze also forced a smile.
She sat up with difficulty, chuckled, stretched out her hand to Bai Ze, and asked him: "Can you help me up? I want to see the scenery here again."
"Okay." Bai Ze helped her up, very cautiously, as if facing a fragile porcelain doll.
The mountain ghost is very light, as if it has no weight. A breeze can blow her up to the moon palace.
Bai Ze supported her and walked slowly. But even so, the mountain ghost was still struggling. After only walking a hundred steps, he began to pant and his face flushed abnormally.
"Sister Shan Gui, let me carry you." Bai Ze said, before Shan Gui could say anything, he leaned over and picked her up, placed her gently on his back, and asked her, "Where do you want to go?"
"I want to go to the back mountain and see those hozens." The mountain ghost smiled softly, "I don't know if they will come and bring me wine every once in a while after I leave."
"...I will." Bai Ze walked towards the back mountain step by step, holding back the moisture in his eyes.
"Really?" Mountain Ghost lay quietly on Bai Ze's shoulder and said, "But no one drank after they were delivered."
Bai Ze stopped talking, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
He wanted to ask, if he hadn't come here, she wouldn't have died?
Is this destiny? He went all the way into the mountains and obtained the Broken Sword of the Half-Step Sword Immortal King Zhihuan and his unique skills. Then he met the mountain ghost and obtained her inheritance, an inheritance at the cost of his life.
"Xiao Baize, why aren't you talking?" Mountain Ghost lay listlessly on Bai Ze's back, his snow-white hair brushing the young man's resolute face, "Come talk to me, except for Red Leopard and Striped Raccoon, you He is my only friend in the past hundred years."
"You are also the best sister I have met in the past twelve years." Bai Ze said, his voice choked up.
"You know, actually the nameless cave where I got Wu Feng is not far from Hengshan." Bai Ze said, "Actually, I think he wanted to come back in the end."
"Really..." Mountain Ghost smiled lightly, "But why didn't he come back?"
"There was an old monk in that cave." Bai Ze said, taking a deep breath, "They started fighting over whether Buddhism or Taoism was the best..."
"Master lost, right?" Shangui asked, but Bai Ze didn't need to answer.
Bai Ze felt his shoulders were a little wet. He didn't dare to look back. He knew that the mountain ghost was crying, silently.
There are still three hundred steps away from the back mountain. Not far ahead, there is a century-old willow tree with branches like waterfalls and a big umbrella.
"I want to rest there for a while." The mountain ghost said in a very soft tone, as if he would disappear at any time, "under that willow tree."
"Okay." Bai Ze knew that she would not be able to walk these three hundred steps.
The autumn sun is warm, but it cannot warm Bai Ze's cold heart. He took the mountain ghost to the willow tree and put her down with her back against the willow tree.
"I planted this willow tree with my own hands a hundred years ago." The mountain ghost touched the roots of the willow tree entwined with Wolong and said, "It's ironic that Li Mu left Chang'an and wrote a poem, "Baqiao" "Farewell to the Willows" said, 'The mist and rain wet the willows, so they broke the branches outside the pavilion to send them on a long journey.' For a time, breaking the willows to say goodbye became a popular thing in Chang'an City."
A willow is given as a farewell gift, and willow means "stay". I hope that people who travel far away can stay or come back as soon as possible.
"Master didn't come back, but unknowingly, it has grown so big." Shangui took out a green jade flute from his waist and handed it to Bai Ze, "Can you play the flute?"
"I know a little bit." Bai Ze took it.
"Let me sing to you." Mountain Ghost said, "Do you still remember the song I hummed when we first met?"
"'Mountain Ghost Ballad', I know." Bai Ze nodded.
"Okay, you play the flute, and I'll sing." The mountain ghost smiled lightly, Bai Ze found the right syllable, fluttered his fingers, and started playing.
The sound of the song is mournful and sad, like weeping or complaining.
"If someone comes to the mountain,
Being taken away by Xili Xi, she is a girl.
It is both suitable to look at and laugh at,
I admire you for being so graceful and graceful. "
The mountain ghost sings softly, the sound is ethereal, dispersed in the autumn wind, and the willow leaves are flying.
"Riding a red leopard and following Wenli,
The carriages of Xinyi and Gui flags are forming. "
Bai Ze kept playing, but Shangui's voice gradually became lower, as if something unknown was choking his throat.
"Shi Lanxi took Du Heng with him.
The fragrance is fragrant and the thoughts are left behind.
The rest of the place is secluded and the sky is nowhere to be seen.
…”
The mountain ghost's light green eyes slowly closed and his voice gradually stopped.
Bai Ze burst into tears.
"Can you tell me what your name is?" he asked.
The man with closed eyes did not speak or open his eyes. He only stretched out a finger and pointed at the jade flute in Bai Ze's hand, and then passed away suddenly.
The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and the body of the mountain ghost was gently blown away like smoke, as if she had never existed in this world.
Bai Ze lowered his head and saw a beautiful inscription on the jade flute, "Yao".
"The road is dangerous and difficult, so come back alone." Bai Ze hummed the last unsung line of the mountain ghost's song softly, and was stunned for a long time.
The road is difficult and steep. Is it the reason why you arrived late?
"Wang Zhihuan, you know." Bai Ze used a broken sword to dig up the soil under the willow tree and buried the jade flute. "She has been waiting for you for a hundred years. She just wants you to look back and take a look at her. In fact, what if you take a look? Immortal. The road has neither beginning nor end, is the top really that important?”
Bai Ze set up a monument, carved the words "Tomb of My Best Friend Yao" with his own hands, and sat slumped under the willow tree.
It was dark at night, and Bai Ze was carrying a jar of monkey wine and drinking freely.
"Yao, I helped you look at the hozens in the back mountain. Those monkeys all became spirits. They smelled your scent on me, so they gave me a jar of monkey wine."
"Hey, where's the ground spirit root? I found it in your room too, don't worry I didn't find it."
"Don't worry, Jian Yi and Jian Jiu, I will make them shine again in the world of Jiuzhou. I will also find someone as kind and gentle as you to teach these two skills."
"Sword Immortal Li Muzhi, I will go find him. I promise you, at least, I will get the Wufeng blade back."
"Actually, when I first met you, I liked you very much. You have a beautiful smile, really beautiful."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. Yao, if I hadn't broken into your life, you wouldn't have died because of me..."
"Now, the rabbit and fish I roasted for you that day were not delicious, right? Otherwise, why didn't you eat a bite?"
The night is dark and the stars are dim.
The meteor shower is like an elegy of mourning from the gods, sliding down the horizon.
The young boy was drunk alone, lying under the willow tree, looking at the tombstone beside him, and talking to himself.
"I miss you."
But you can't come back.
So, sleep.
Right here, sleeping.
From then on, there was no mountain ghost named Yao in the world.
There is more, a sword spirit who is determined to renounce love and righteousness.
