The north wind blows, and the leaves fall in the cold winter. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and on the field ridges, many farmers are busy planting in winter.
The child held the egg and tightened his linen clothes, his face turned red from the cold.
"I'm actually afraid of the cold..."
The child was surprised. He always felt that he had not experienced this feeling for hundreds of years.
There is a red birch forest at the head of the village. There is a thatched cottage and a school in the forest.
In the school, in the creaky old house, the sound of childish recitation can be heard in the distance.
"In the beginning of immortality, nature is essentially non-existent. The road to heaven and the map to the sea are full of magical power and cannot be admired. Only by having a strong Taoist heart can we see..."
Stopping outside the school, the child did not open the door and stood quietly.
What the children in the school recited was the "Three-Character Immortal Sutra" that the teacher of the school had mastered by himself.
The purpose is for the enlightenment of children. The child has heard this scripture seven times. Every month, his mother will ask him to send a basket of eggs and ask him to be his teacher. In seven months and seven opportunities, he Standing outside the school, he almost memorized the entire "Three-Character Immortal Sutra".
The little boy asked himself that he was smart and smart and was by no means inferior to other village children, but it was a pity that his husband refused to accept him.
"Why doesn't Sir accept me into the school..." The boy was puzzled. He vaguely felt that these were related to the things he had forgotten.
When the child appeared outside the shabby private school, a child who was slightly one year younger than the child immediately said excitedly.
"Mr. Zi, brother Ning Fan has come to apprentice again. Considering his sincerity for seven months, this time, sir, I must accept him into the school!"
That child, named Ning Gu, was one of Ning Fan's few friends in Ning Village.
After he spoke, all the children stopped reciting and looked at Ning Fan standing outside the window through the dilapidated windows.
"Today is the seventh day, but it is his seventh day. If today, he still does not understand why he cannot enter the school, he is not worthy to stay in this world..."
In the school, there is a gentleman in purple. Smile slightly.
This man has long hair like a waterfall and a handsome appearance. Above the eyebrows, there is a purple-gold stone flame seal.
"But Mr. Zi, brother Ning Fan is really sincere..."
"He is different from you... Let him stand! As for you, study hard..."
In the master's hand, a purple-gold ruler gently tapped Ning Gu's head with love and gentleness.
He didn't slap the child's palm hard. He never does.
He teaches without distinction, teaches by words and deeds, and never punishes. This is why Mr. Zi is famous in the countryside.
In rumors. Even the county magistrates outside the village would bow to Mr. Zi.
This man did not seek fame or profit, but many of his disciples became officials in Yue.
The land of Vietnam. Confucianism was at its peak, and there were numerous scholars from Taoism, Mohism, military science, law and other schools.
And Mr. Zi’s school of thought is... Zi Xue.
After being taught a gentle lesson by his husband, Ning Gu rubbed his head. Embarrassed to sit down, the sound of chanting resounded in the school again.
Ning Fan stood outside the school holding eggs, clenching his fists unwillingly.
"He's not like you...let him stand!"
Recalling his teacher's words in his mind, Ning Fan gritted his teeth gently. This time, he was afraid that he would still fail in his apprenticeship...
But why, sir, doesn’t he accept me... Why am I different from the children here...
…
On the Wendao Cliff, Meng Xuanzi looked at Ning Fan standing in the purple mist and frowned secretly.
"Today is the seventh day. Countless monks have stopped at this step... I wonder if this boy can cross this threshold... The illusion of my Taoist heart back then was to get married. This boy seems to be studying... studying, he can Could you please come with us..."
…
Outside the private school, Ning Fan stood there for who knows how long.
He thought over and over that the reason why Mr. Zi did not accept him seemed to be because he was different from others, but why was he different? How was he different?
His eyes gradually showed a depth that did not suit his age.
When this profound color emerged, in the school, the young man in purple smiled slightly.
"This kid is beginning to realize..."
Different, different in what way...
Dark clouds gradually appeared in the sky, and among the dark clouds, cold winter rain began to fall.
Ning Fan stood under the eaves, watching the continuous raindrops, his eyes became deeper and deeper. After reaching a certain level, it gradually became clear.
"Different... Yes, I am naturally different from them... There are no identical people in the world, and there is no identical rain... The reason why every drop of rain is different is not because of its different shape. The main reason is that their trajectories are different... Their trajectory was to study and practice calligraphy in Ningcun, Yue State, obtain meritorious service, and serve as an official. However, my purpose should not be like this... I wanted to be educated, but my purpose was not to become an official in Yue State... But I can't remember For my purpose..."
On the seventh month, Ning Fan finally understood a little bit about what the teacher said.
Mr. Ziyi's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and he pushed the door open. He didn't take the egg, but just smiled and patted Ning Fan on the head.
"Take the eggs home to replenish your mother's health... As for you, you have the qualifications to enter the school, but before this qualification, there is still a test..."
"Test?" Ning Fan raised his face.
"Yes, test... My mortal name is Sun, but you don't need to know. My immortal name is Zi Dou... They call me, Zi Dou Immortal Emperor..."
"Zi Dou Immortal Emperor!"
Ning Fan stepped back step by step. With these words, his memory woke up like a river bursting its banks.
Yes, I asked in an illusion...
Yes, this is all an illusion...
But the gentleman in purple clothes in front of me is named Zi Dou and is crowned Immortal Emperor!
Have I been studying with the Immortal Emperor all this time?
"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor..."
"Call me sir..."
"Yes, I dare to ask, sir, are you real or an illusion?" Ning Fan's eyes narrowed.
"I am neither real nor illusory, but outside of reality, at the end of the holy road... The fourth step! If you have the chance, you will know that at this moment, you only have one thing... go home, be filial to your mother, and wait for your orders Only after my mother has lived a comfortable life can she be qualified to study. If she cannot be filial, she is not worthy of being a human being. If she is not a human being, she cannot climb that mountain and achieve the throne of immortality... Go ahead..."
"yes!"
Ning Fan bowed, carried the eggs, and returned in the rain.
The rain was born in the sky and died on the ground, but when it was about to approach his body, it changed its trajectory strangely.
Mr. Ziyi looked at Ning Fan who was leaving in the rain. Nod slightly.
"The descendant of Luan Gu, he is a talent that can be created..."
…
Ning Fan walked through the rain curtain, and his heart gradually became clear.
In this purple mist fantasy. He should have stayed in Ningcun, Yueguo, for seven months. In the outside world, it is seven days.
In seven days, his mana increased from 11 armor to 18 armor. It was not a demonic power, but an increase in mana...
"If I gain more insights here for a month, can I increase my magic power..."
He was silent for a moment, this Mr. Ziyi was the Zi Dou Immortal Emperor, a master that true immortals could not look up to. He is Luan Gu’s teacher.
But Ning Fan couldn't tell whether this person was really a phantom, because his realm was far from enough to even consider whether the other person was just a phantom conjured by Ziwu. Can't even tell.
The only thing that can be seen is that this person is graceful and has told himself that if he wants to become an immortal, he must first be a human being. If you want to be a good person, you must first practice filial piety.
The word filial piety is almost never mentioned in the world of cultivation. Some sects will even erase the disciples' mortal memories if they enter a sect. Even if they don't erase them, they will make the disciples abandon their contact with the mortal world...
The Immortal Emperor, on the other hand, values emotions and heart more than cultivation, magic power, qualifications, and enlightenment.
Giving myself the opportunity to be filial to my mother...
"mother…"
Ning Fan felt warm in his heart. At Ten Steps Bridge, he saw his mother's appearance; at the Samsara Bell, he saw the predecessor of Zhihe; at Wendao Cliff, Zi Dou Immortal Emperor gave him the opportunity to make up for the regrets of the mortal world with his mother and Zhihe.
In this way, the pain of your past life and the regrets of this life can all be made up for in this illusion.
In this way, your heart can become stronger because there are fewer cracks.
"But, is it really right..."
Ning Fan buried this idea deeply in his heart.
Standing outside the bamboo fence, looking at my mother who was busy driving the chickens back to the chicken coop at home, she quietly pointed to the sky.
The rain stops!
"Huh? Why is it that the rain keeps falling at any time and stops at any time...Eh? Fan'er is back? Can I become a disciple this time..."
Ning Qian didn't ask any questions, but her beautiful eyes darkened under her temples that were soaked by the rain.
"Why did you bring the eggs back? You didn't go to become a disciple, did you?"
"No, my husband has accepted me. He just thinks I'm too young and wants me to learn how to be a good person at home... It's my husband who also ordered me to take back this egg."
"Be a human being? Are you the only one like this? Why can other children, who are also young, go to school to study?" Ning Qian asked in surprise.
"Because I am different from them!" Ning Fan's eyes flashed with pride.
In the blink of an eye, eight years have passed.
During these eight years, Ning Fan never mentioned studying. He just stayed at home and helped with farming.
She was filial in everything she did and never let Ning Qian work hard.
He does not show his name or show off, just like an ordinary person, dormant in Ningcun.
At the age of 16, he was obviously thin and frail, but he was able to cultivate hundreds of acres of fertile land by himself in the wasteland outside the village.
With a rich family, Ning Qian gradually stopped working and only went out to chat with her neighbor's wife in her spare time.
Half a year is 96 months, and the outside world is 96 days.
In the 97th month, wealthy man Wu from the county town came to Ningcun with a matchmaker to propose to the daughter of Carpenter Wang!
Zhihe is already 14 years old and has become a slim figure. He has become famous in Ningcun and surrounding counties.
Although she was from a poor family and would not be favored by officials, there were quite a few wealthy locals who wanted to take her as their concubine.
Among them, the rich man Wu had the highest family status. His name was Wu Nannan. He even spent money to donate money to his family background as a scholar, so he could barely be considered a scholar.
With such financial resources and family status, taking the paper crane as a concubine was really a beautiful thing, and even Carpenter Wang himself had no intention of rejecting it.
Zhihe hid in Ning Fan's house in a hurry, which made Ning Qian feel pity and sigh.
"Aunt Qian, Zhihe doesn't want to marry that wealthy man Wu! Zhihe wants to marry brother Fan!"
"Silly girl... Wu Nannan has a big family and a big business. What's wrong with him? Why do you dislike him and instead like this poor boy of mine..."
"Who said Brother Fan is poor? He has cultivated hundreds of acres of fertile land and is considered a rich man in Ningcun. I will marry him and depend on him for the rest of my life. Let him buy me delicious food and drink. How nice!" Zhihe curled his lips. , the words she said made Ning Qian couldn't help but laugh.
In Zhihe's mind, marrying Ning Fan means having an extra money bag...
But Ning Qian knew that this silly girl was not interested in Ning Fan's little money at all. Otherwise, why would she stay in the Ning family without marrying the richer Mr. Wu, regardless of a woman's reputation?
"Silly girl, you are considered infatuated... Well, when Fan'er comes back, I will ask him to prepare gifts and go to your house to propose marriage! As for Mr. Wu, if he entangles and causes trouble, I will find a way to deal with it."
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome..."
Outside the door, the figure of Ning Fan returning on a bull was heard. Holding a willow whip in his hand, his long hair is disheveled. Although he is wearing cloth, he looks as if he is a fairy.
"Wu Nannan doesn't dare to cause trouble in front of me, he doesn't dare!"
"Zhihe is my wife, no one can take her away from me!"
…
On the 97th day, Meng Xuanzi’s eyes were more focused than ever.
Back then, it was at the threshold of 97 days that I was stopped from attaining enlightenment.
Can Ning Fan break through 97 days and surpass himself?
What puzzled Meng Xuanzi the most was the purple mist that shrouded Ning Fan's body, which was always glowing with purple and gold.
The purple-gold light had a power that made Meng Xuanzi, the Immortal Emperor, feel like he wanted to worship him.
"This purple mist is so powerful...what level of immortal power is this...could it be the Immortal Emperor!"
Purple Dou Immortal Emperor!
