Love history!
When these two words were spoken, the eyes of a group of disciples in the room suddenly lit up.
It can only be said that the more important a person is, the more attractive private gossip is.
The Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty had never married a wife in his life, but it seemed that he always had a confidante.
Although Ji Ping'an is a third-generation human being, he still cannot escape the sense of shame when his privacy is publicly executed.
"Love history? Who does the Imperial Master have a good relationship with?" Mu Yaoyao sat on the futon, leaning forward, with a strong desire for knowledge.
Xu Xiurong lowered his face and said, "Be respectful, that's your master."
Seeing everyone sitting upright, the official actress' expression softened slightly, as if she was reminiscing, and said:
"This grudge can be traced back to the previous Master."
Master!
This word is slightly unfamiliar. The mature and prudent middle-aged Si Li explained:
"The Beast Control Sect is based on the 'pet beast'. The foundation of its establishment is a 'fire phoenix'. Legend has it that it is a descendant of the ancient phoenix and has the ability to achieve nirvana and rebirth.
"You are born in the realm of observing the sky. As you grow older, your strength steadily increases, and your peak period is comparable to that of a god... After you grow old, you burn yourself to give birth to new life. This is the foundation of this sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
"The difference between the Fire Phoenix and other 'pet beasts' is that it is not humans who choose beasts, but it chooses people... Those who are lucky or unfortunate to be chosen by it are called 'Masters' and are automatically promoted to the sect. The highest seat of power.
"The Fire Phoenix has no rules when it comes to selecting people. It all depends on its preferences. Legend has it that it can penetrate people's hearts and choose the most suitable master for itself...
"This has nothing to do with cultivation level. In Huo Feng's eyes, the level of 'Master's' cultivation level is not important. Anyway, it is not as high as it... And once the contract is successful, Master's cultivation level will increase at an extremely fast speed. Improve and reach a state that matches the fire phoenix."
In the room, many young disciples were surprised when they heard this.
I feel that this approach is very different from that of Star Official.
A disciple asked curiously:
"You just said 'unfortunate'? It sounds like as long as you are selected, you will reach the sky in one step. Why do you still say "unfortunate"?"
good question……
The others nodded and raised their ears.
Then Xu Xiurong took over the conversation, sighed softly, and said:
"The National Master once said that any gift from fate has a price secretly marked... The same is true for Master.
"Fire Phoenix prefers young people, so when most masters are selected, their cultivation level is not very high.
"After the contract, the cultivation level was forcibly improved, but this was not achieved through step-by-step cultivation. Therefore, the life span will not be like that of other monks. As the cultivation level increases, the life span will be greatly extended...
"The lifespan of each generation of Masters is longer than that of ordinary people. What's worse is that if Huo Feng is already in his old age, but chooses a young Master... At this time, it is very likely that the Master himself will not live as long as Enough, but Huo Feng is facing nirvana.
"And the day of his Nirvana is when the Master dies."
hiss……
A young star official couldn't help but take a breath and scratch his head:
"Sounds like a lot of luck."
Xu Xiurong said "grace" and sighed:
"The previous generation of Masters was extremely unlucky. When she was still a girl, she was chosen by the dying Fire Phoenix. This not only made her reach the sky in one step, but also sealed her fate. It was doomed. , will die in the best years."
As she spoke, she suddenly took out a booklet from the inner pocket of her sleeve and showed it to everyone:
"This is the biography compiled in the "Yuanqing Ceremony", which contains content about the previous generation of Masters. A considerable part of it is the autobiography she wrote some time before her death."
On the blue cover of the book, there are three big characters "Yuan Yun Zhuan" written clearly.
The previous emperor's surname was Xu and his given name was Yuan Yun.
The compilation work of the Yuanqing Ceremony was still going on. Unexpectedly, Xu Xiurong remained silent and got the "internal beta version".
Wait... why do you carry this book with you, and what's the matter with the traces of turning the pages... Ji Ping'an stared at the female disciple faintly.
Therefore, Xu Xiurong is also a gossip. He even used the prisoner's network to get a glimpse of the privacy of the Imperial Master in advance.
"I'll read it, I'll read it!"
Mu Yaoyao snatched it away, turned the page and read aloud by candlelight:
[My name is Xu Yuanyun, the eleventh generation master of the Beast Control Sect. My parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my master in the sect...]
[At the age of six, when I first started to remember things, I was not familiar with the world. I read and played in the mountain gate day and night, and got close to the animals in the mountain. It was the most romantic time. Master once said that I was born to be favored by all kinds of beasts, and I was a born beast-controlling monk. At that time I don’t understand, this is both a blessing and a curse for me]
[When I was eight years old, one day I suddenly heard the cries of all the beasts, and the door was bare, and I knew that my master had passed away. Three days and nights later, red flowers bloomed all over the mountain, and a little red bird fell from the sky. So, I became the youngest 'Master' in history, and everything turned upside down overnight]
[At the age of ten, he entered the state of sitting in a well. Gradually adapting to the new identity, Master said, I am too young to hold this high position, and there are many people who admire power around me, so I am not allowed to have contact with others. I have to live in fine clothes and food every day, read alone, eat alone, and sleep alone...
[I am very lonely, but Master said that those who achieve great things must be lonely, and the ancient emperors were also poor people. But I don't want to be a big deal. 】
[At the age of thirteen, he entered the heavenly realm. Master said that I have become a strong person in this world, but I don’t understand what this means. I haven’t even competed with others. How can I still become a strong person?
[I asked Master if I could go out and play with my disciples. Master said that from today on, she will begin to teach me to become a master, and a master cannot be too close to ordinary people. Every word I say will be interpreted in countless meanings]
[At the age of fifteen, my realm is still improving, but much slower. I have learned how to be a Master and not listen to slander. Master praised me for learning quickly about how to balance the interests of all the forces within the sect, but I didn't tell her that I was so serious because I just wanted to be "independent" as soon as possible and no longer be a little girl who needs to be protected.
[Although, if I am more willful, no one in the entire sect can stop my will, but the little red bird told me that I can't do that. I understand its voice and know that it is very old, just like Master, with gray hair.
[I asked it if it could bring Master back to youth. It answered me that no life in this world can escape the cycle of life and death, and it can do the same. That night, I sadly talked about this matter with Master, but Master only looked at me with an extremely complicated, sad, and guilty look. At the time, I didn’t understand the meaning of that look.]
in the room.
Mu Yaoyao's voice gradually became lower from the excitement at the beginning.
The star officials sitting around were also included in the story.
The writing of this autobiography is casual and not elegant. But it was probably written on the eve of his death, and there is a faint sadness permeating the lines.
In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be a woman writing these words under the lamp. She was in the prime of her life and was in a high position, but her life span was short.
"Where is the Imperial Master?" someone asked.
Mu Yaoyao just got into the mood and was interrupted by him. She couldn't help but glared at the latter fiercely before continuing to read:
[At the age of seventeen, after winter, I can clearly feel the aging of the little red bird. It is no longer as energetic as it was many years ago and is sleepy most of the time.
[Similarly in this late winter, Master passed away. When he was about to die, he held my hand, cried bitterly, and confessed that she was sorry for me. At this time, I finally learned that when the little red bird passed into nirvana, it would be the day of my death. It's just that Master was worried that I wouldn't be able to accept it, so he kept it secret. I was in a daze for a long time that night, with no resentment in my heart.
[At dawn, Master closed his eyes completely. I walked out of the main hall, summoned the elders of various halls, and announced that I was going to travel. They strongly objected, thinking that I didn’t understand the dangers of the world. I replied that I only had a few years left. Live, I want to live for myself in the last period of time and see the mountains, rivers and sea of people]
[On my eighteenth birthday, I drove lightly and went out with two deacons to escort me. At this time, the Zhou Dynasty had been established for a hundred years, and the world was at peace. I concealed my true cultivation level, pretended to be an ordinary monk, and timidly entered that river and lake with a staggering posture.
[I met that young Taoist priest who wore a green shirt, had a nice smile, walked around the world with a wooden sword on his back, could persuade neighbors to be kind, and would comment on fights between cats and dogs in the village]
[He claimed that he was practicing and practicing, and seeing that I was quite destined, he invited me to join him in sword fighting. I readily agreed to go boating with him on the lake, watching the moon at night, admiring the snow in the boat, peaches in March, chrysanthemums in August...
[He knows infinite things, more than the most knowledgeable people I have ever met. In comparison, I am simply ignorant and pitiful. He taught me a hundred ways to eat eggs, the traps and potholes in the rivers and lakes, and told me many stories I had never heard of. For a whole year, he and I traveled to two state capitals and ate all over the world. The happiest period of my life.
[Until that year when the ice and snow thawed and spring returned to the earth, two deacons received a letter from 'home', begging me to go back and take charge of the overall situation. I was silent for a long time. I thought I could finally live a wild life, but I didn't realize that some responsibilities could no longer be let go. That night, I knocked on his door...]
At this point, Mu Yaoyao's voice stopped and the manuscript paper in her hand turned to the last page.
"Senior sister, read quickly. What happens after knocking on the door?" a disciple urged.
"Yeah, what about after knocking on the door?" The female secretary's eyes lit up and she almost snatched the booklet.
Only Huang He, who had read "Huayang Biography", smelled a familiar scent...
Mu Yaoyao was seen crying and looking extremely sad as she spread out the last page for everyone to see.
At the end of the autobiography, there is only one line:
[Twenty years old, Taoist priest, I hate you]
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That Spring River Flower Moonlight Night.
River lanterns floated in the lake. The Imperial Master jumped out of the boat with a pot of flower wine in his left hand and a bag of drunken roasted chicken in his right hand. He carried a wooden sword behind his back.
After passing through the bustling Jiangnan night, we returned to the inn room.
When he opened the door, his steps suddenly stopped.
There was no lamp in the room, but there was moonlight coming through, and someone could barely be seen lying on the bed.
"伱..." The Imperial Master opened his mouth. Xu Yuanyun, who was wrapped in a quilt on the bed, turned around and looked at him steadily with his bright black eyes.
The eyebrows are thin and the eyes are quiet, as if they were picturesque, and the expression is soft and pitiful.
It is the best age for flowers to bloom.
"Let's be Taoists... okay?" Xu Yuanyun said softly.
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ps: Please shorten this chapter, I haven’t had dinner yet... Also, when I was writing, I really wanted to delete the manuscript. I’m not sure if you like this kind of plot...
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