Sanqing Taoism Inner Mountain, a secluded valley.
This valley is located in a remote mountain peak of Sanqing Daozong. It looks very inconspicuous, but it is filled with flowers and plants, and there is a steaming hot spring.
It looks quiet and peaceful.
In the valley, a white-robed monk was standing in front of a clump of lush flowers and plants, holding a pot in one hand, carefully and patiently watering each clump of flowers and plants in front of him.
Transparent drops of water flowed out from the pouring mouth of the flower pot, drawing a soft arc in the air. Under the sunlight, it exuded sparkling waves and reflected a trace of golden warmth.
The water droplets flew gently through the air, then fell on the delicate petals and green leaves of the flowers, and then jumped into the dark brown soil.
The white-robed monk looks like he is not young anymore. He is in his thirties, but he is still in his prime. There is not much expression on his angular face, but when he looks at the flowers and plants in front of him, he softens. Eyebrows.
"Senior Brother Yun! I received a transmission message from Senior Sister Yu. She said she was going on a long trip."
The entire valley was extremely quiet, but was interrupted by a delicate voice.
The lake-blue figure floated down from the sky. She looked very delicate and pretty, with round almond-shaped eyes and a smile. Her little face, which was slightly baby fat, was very pink. She didn't look at the slim figure, but just looked at the pink and delicate figure. His little face looks like that of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Hearing this charming voice, the man in white robe turned around, revealing the empty sleeve on the other side.
"Junior sister Yu came over in person to say goodbye to me two days ago. After all, I am no longer a monk, and I can no longer use the transmission notes." The man glanced at the visitor, then turned around and continued watering the flowers. The voice was very calm.
Yes, this person is Yun Haotian who had his Dantian shattered and lost an arm in Luoyao City.
At this moment, he can indeed no longer be regarded as a monk.
In the past ten years, his cultivation has been disappearing bit by bit as his dantian was broken. When he was in Luoyao City, the moment his dantian was broken, all the spiritual power of the foundation-building realm flowed out, and It caused great harm to his meridians and body.
In the past ten years, in addition to constantly recovering from the broken Dantian injuries, he has also been constantly tempering his Taoist heart, so that he can calmly accept the fact that he is no longer a monk.
Every day, I endured the spiritual power flowing out of my body bit by bit, but I could only watch, unable to do anything. I couldn't catch it no matter how hard I tried, and I couldn't keep it no matter how hard I tried.
That kind of pain almost drove Yun Haotian crazy.
However, he never collapsed.
Yun Haotian's eyebrows softened slightly. He looked at the vibrant flowers and plants in front of him, and then turned to look at the woman with the same vivid eyebrows.
He smiled softly and calmed down.
Yu Xiaoxiao has a simple temper, but has also become more tactful in the past ten years. This tactfulness is not derogatory tactfulness.
For ten years, Yu Xiaoxiao has always been by Yun Haotian's side, accompanying him in his recovery, planting flowers with him, watching the sunrise and sunset with him, and admiring the stars in the sky.
She rarely mentioned Yun Haotian's injuries, and rarely mentioned the monk's affairs, but she never deliberately avoided them.
Except for the period when Yun Haotian's Dantian was broken, she cried non-stop. Every day after that, she was smiling and never showed any sadness.
The disciples of the Sanqing Dao Sect are still very good in quality. Even though most people sympathize with Yun Haotian's experience and feel sorry for him, no one will go out of their way to express their presence in front of Yun Haotian.
Although in the early years when he first returned to the sect, many fellow sect members came to visit Yun Haotian, and Yun Haotian also saw a lot of sympathetic and regretful looks from everyone.
There is sadness, there is not wanting to see people, there is also self-abasement.
However, Yun Haotian finally learned to accept it.
It is already a fact that Dantian is broken. Giving up on yourself will not change the outcome.
Might as well enjoy the rest of the time.
Yun Haotian's mentality is very good. Although he has gradually been in seclusion over the years, he still meets his old friends such as Yu Xiaoxiao, Lingchu, Jiang Hanyan, and Situ Yang.
Especially after learning the news of Shen Wenzhou's death, Yun Haotian locked himself in the bedroom for a day and a night. After that night, his original sadness, self-abasement, and cynicism all disappeared without a trace.
At least, he's still alive, right?
After that day and night, Yun Haotian looked at the rising sun in the sky and the orange that dyed most of the sky red, and his heart suddenly calmed down.
Later, he moved to this valley.
Until now.
"Now that Senior Sister Yu is gone, I don't know how long it will take for us to see each other again. Thinking about our original batch of new disciples of Heguang Academy, we can see less and less now." Yu Xiaoxiao sighed, The round cheeks were bulging, like a squirrel.
Yun Haotian squinted his eyes and saw Yu Xiaoxiao's appearance. He immediately shook his head and laughed.
After all, the little junior sister is already sixty years old, but she still looks like this, with a bit of innocent childishness.
However, Yun Haotian looked away with a smile, his eyes soft, which was the most rare thing.
"Junior Sister Yu went to the Floating Palace this time in order to break through to the Golden Core realm. Every time she comes back, including the time it takes to break through, I'm afraid she won't be able to come back for four or five years." Yun Haotian said leisurely. Hua'er said slowly.
As he spoke, a dim color flashed in his eyes.
Some of their disciples are going to break through the golden elixir.
And he...
Yun Haotian lowered his eyes slightly and tightened his hand holding the flower pot slightly.
Yu Xiaoxiao blinked her round almond eyes, bent down and gently touched the pink petals, "Brother Yun, I remember you told me that there is a mountain in your hometown, and the mountain is covered with red maples. Every autumn, At that time, the mountains and plains were covered with a sea of crimson clouds, as red as fireworks."
"There is also a stream that crosses the valley. It is so clear that you can clearly see the fish in it. There are also round and translucent pebbles washed by the flowing water."
As Yu Xiaoxiao spoke, he narrowed his eyes, straightened up and looked at Yun Haotian with a look of longing.
"Senior Brother Yun, please take me to see it sometime."
Yun Haotian's cultivation has been exhausted, but after all, he was once a foundation-building monk. The moment the foundation-building was successful, the essence of his life, including his physical body, had already undergone a qualitative change.
Although his cultivation has been exhausted, his physical body is still stronger than that of ordinary people, and his lifespan is also longer than that of ordinary people.
Therefore, although he is already in his sixties and nearly seventy years old, he still looks like he is only in his thirties.
