"Back then, my father took me to learn Taoism from my master. He said that he gave birth to a good son. He was very good at both Taoism and Feng Shui. I was born to learn Taoism and Feng Shui."
"Both he and Master told me that from now on I will have mercy on the world and save the world."
"While I was out training, I met Li Yinyang and his wife, and I met Jin'er."
"Time flies, years rush by, both friends pass away, and I can't stay to take care of Yang Xing."
"I still hold my breath because of one person, but I don't know where she is or whether she is still alive."
"If you can see her one day at Sixteen, say sorry to her for me."
"Yang Qingshan has failed the world, his master, and the righteousness in his chest, but he has failed her life."
"If there is an afterlife...if there is an...afterlife..."
Yang Qingshan's voice seemed to become ethereal in his ears.
Although my consciousness still forced myself to stay awake and stand firm, my body seemed to be unable to support it.
Trembling, I stumbled backwards and fell.
I tried my best, but still couldn't hold on. After collapsing on the ground, I could only hold on without collapsing.
The fog seemed to be much thicker, covering Yang Qingshan's body.
Yang Qingshan slowly moved forward, entered the pool, and approached the central hill...
"Senior Qingshan... I... will... be with you... and I will help you... order..." I bit the tip of my tongue hard, wanting to wake up for a while, follow Yang Qingshan in, and at least help him order the most beautiful thing on the hill. Good location.
It's just that I really can't stand up anymore, so I need to rest for at least a while...
But Yang Qingshan is obviously unwilling to wait for me anymore...
His figure became more and more blurred, getting further and further away from me.
An even more ethereal voice echoed in my ears: "Sixteen, you are already very hard and tired in this line of work. You have finished searching for the path while watching the mountains. You are full of big holes in Tai Chi. You don't need to worry about me anymore."
"When people die, the light goes out. As early as thirty years ago, there was no Yang Qingshan in the world."
"You are excellent, the unique Mr. Yin Yang."
"You are too affectionate. Mr. Yin Yang is used to life and death. I still need to go through this journey myself..."
The sound became smaller and smaller, and seemed to disappear at any moment.
My shoulder seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand in the mist, and with a bang, I fell heavily to the ground.
The moonlight disappeared, and the starlight also dissipated...
The darkness before dawn shrouded everything...
Fainting completely eroded my consciousness, I slowly closed my eyes, and my consciousness completely fell into darkness.
I don’t know how long I was asleep, and I didn’t dream either…
I just heard water splashing beside my ears, and even my body seemed to be soaked with water. My back and head were wrapped in moisture and coolness.
This feeling lasted for a long time until I woke up completely and slowly opened my eyes.
The sun was dazzling, so I subconsciously raised my hand to cover my eyes, then slowly opened a small gap between my fingers, and narrowed my eyes into a thin line.
There were no clouds in the sky, only a bright sun shining brightly.
By this time, my body had recovered a lot and I had much more energy.
I stared at the sky for a few seconds, my body suddenly trembled, my other hand suddenly supported my body, and I stood up quickly.
Under this bright sun, the breeze blows, and the Tai Chi halo is sparkling.
The place where I fell should have been the turf at the edge of the pool, but now it was overflowing with shallow water about half a finger deep.
In front of his sight, Yang Qingshan was no longer visible.
When we came here before, there was still a sense of emptiness in Tai Chi.
Now, that feeling of emptiness has disappeared.
In Tai Chi, there is a tomb but no owner, so naturally it is empty.
Now that the Lord is in it, it actually seems full and full.
I pursed my lips tightly, unable to suppress the sourness in my heart.
His eyes became even more sour, and two lines of tears flowed down his face.
"Yang Xiayuan has been doing evil all his life, and the only good thing he has done is to let you, Senior Qingshan, learn Taoism." I slowly knelt down on the ground, and knelt down and kowtowed to the hill in the center of the Tai Chi halo...
And when I looked up again, I was stunned for a moment because there was a black and white photo wrapped in a transparent bag floating on the submerged turf.
The photo was yellowed and the corners were curled up.
In the photo, there is a young woman.
This woman has delicate features and long hair hanging down on her chest. In the photo, she is standing in front of an old street, smiling sweetly, with a spiritual energy in her sweetness.
From between her brows, I vaguely saw something similar to Yang Xing.
I quickly picked up the photo and carefully wiped off the water on the bag. However, the photo was not soaked in water or damaged.
I remained silent and pursed my lips tighter.
Somehow, I opened it subconsciously and found that the time when the photo was taken and a short paragraph were recorded on the back of the photo.
But this paragraph is too vague, the handwriting is completely scattered, and I don’t know what it is written.
Looking up at the center of the Tai Chi halo again, I murmured: "If there is a chance, if fate is destined, if she is still alive, Senior Qingshan, I will tell her what you said."
At this time, I knew very well that this woman was Yang Xing’s mother, the Jin’er that Yang Qingshan just mentioned.
Based on the days Yang Qingshan spent in the mountains, it is not difficult to infer that Yang Xing was not very strong when he was about to die.
This woman probably didn't stay in the Yang family or at the Xiayuan Sixty Immortal Life Dojo. I don't know who she is... and where she is now...
I stood there for a long time and watched.
Then I turned around and walked in the direction we came from.
Not long after, I arrived at the place where the fight had taken place.
I didn't immediately carry Liu Mingyuan on his back.
Instead, he bowed to Liu Sanyuan first.
Liu Sanyuan's shriveled cheeks clung to the bones, his eyes were sunken, and the gray and white hair on his head was blowing away in the breeze.
His skinny bones, although the oil and lamps were exhausted, still revealed the tragic and heroic spirit of sacrificing his life for righteousness.
Liu Sanyuan's life may not be worth learning from Taoists, but his death is enough to be admired.
