Starlight accompanies me to sleep and helps me find my way home.
Back in Huangquan Village, Li Xiuyuan did not go to the room that Meng Po had prepared for him. Instead, he lay under the eaves and covered his face with an animal blanket.
He just wanted to stay drunk and refused to wake up, and Po Meng did not disturb his thoughts.
As he wished, he slept deeply on a large recliner for two days, bathing in the starlight, but it could not heal the deepest wounds in his soul.
When Nangong Ruyu broke up with him on the Shura battlefield, she said that she wanted the master to come back and take good care of her father for her.
The father who has been full of love and hatred since ancient times, the father who wrote countless poems that have been sung throughout the five regions.
The Wu Xin who neither wanted to betray the Buddha nor the beautiful woman... the guy who once made him enter the Three Life Stone.
A hateful, pitiful, pitiful guy, and now, he has lost him.
Lost in the sea of stars, unable to even find the way there.
Li Xiuyuan imagined how he would meet Wu Xin again many times, but he never thought about meeting him again.
The young man with a compassionate face has died and entered reincarnation.
He once thought about Wuxin returning to the world and could not forget the Buddhas in Prajna Temple, so he went to the mountains to practice again, took over the alms bowl from Master Minjue, and became a senior monk in Prajna Temple.
He had also thought about that guy finally letting go of the past, marrying a woman from a certain family in the Buddhist capital, and living a life of firewood, rice, oil and salt in the world.
To have children, be a good father just like Wuyou.
However, he never expected that even a kind and docile Buddhist disciple like Wu Xin would be framed.
Thinking of this, he felt that he might not be able to maintain a calm mind when he returned to the Five Domains Dynasty, at least until he met the eldest prince and Nalan Yu.
Perhaps, back then, Su Qingyue couldn't wait to settle old scores with herself.
The moment before, he could reach out and touch Wu Xin's hand, Jasmine's sleeve.
At this moment, heaven and man are separated forever, and they will never see each other again.
He woke up in the morning light, looked at Po Meng who was sitting not far from him, and sighed softly.
Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time, then laughed and said lightly: "Looking across the road to the end of the world, where is my old friend."
Po Meng stretched out her hand to comb some of the messy hair on her forehead behind her ears, looked at him and said with a smile: "The world is unpredictable, and you are not a saint. Well, do you want Xiao Hei to come back to accompany you first?"
When Li Xiuyuan thought of Xiao Hei's appearance, if this guy came back, he might not be able to practice peacefully here.
There is only one Huangquan Village on the Forgotten River. How can the food there satisfy Xiao Hei's foodie?
Li Xiuyuan lifted off the animal blanket and stood up to wash up. Thinking about how he would have to live here for another ten years, it seemed as if he had not woken up from a dream, and the eyes he looked at her became more and more speechless.
If he hadn't known that several different heavenly realms had different time flow rates, and that Li Wuxin had already taken Xiao Hei to the Five Realms Imperial City, he might not have been able to stay for a whole day.
What's more, I have to stay for another ten years.
Looking at the woman in front of him who could not change her appearance despite the passage of time, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh.
He said quietly: "I just want to go back to the place where I was born, to seriously understand the way of heaven and earth, and to turn myself into a mortal. Why is it so difficult?"
When Po Meng heard this, she looked at him and laughed: "I heard from King Qin Guang that you have not yet entered Taoism, but at a certain moment in the future, you will create a future saint..."
"In my opinion, no one in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths can surpass you, so just be content."
After thinking about it, Po Meng then asked: "You have ten years, what do you want to do here? Practice swordsmanship? Or comprehend the way of heaven?"
"Besides, I still have to collect herbs and make soup every day...it doesn't seem like I have much time left."
Li Xiuyuan thought silently, although he had left many
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Years, but he dare not forget what Meng Po has to do every day.
Po Meng shook her head, looked at him and smiled: "It's not that troublesome. The herbs I left for you are enough for you to use for one to two months..."
As if she had been looking forward to this day for a long time, Po Meng even prepared a lot of medicinal herbs just to leave here and see the outside world.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, suddenly remembered something, looked at her and asked: "You won't always stay in the Five Domains, will you?"
"How is that possible? When the two of us left, we left the little crow there for you to watch."
Po Meng laughed and said: "It's not easy to go on a long trip. No matter what, I want to go to the place you have been to before."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned. He suddenly remembered Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli by the Tongtian River, and wondered where else could you go?
Although he was thinking about it, he didn't say it out loud.
Instead, he stretched his waist and said in a daze: "Sister, are you leaving today?"
Po Meng nodded and said, "So starting from today, you have to go to the bridge to make soup."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and thought to himself, I just slept for a while, and then I had to go to the bridge to be beaten by the wind and rain again. Do you want to do this to me? What did I do wrong?
Shaking his head, he replied helplessly: "Are you leaving after lunch?"
Po Meng shook her head: "I'll go find Xiao Hei and Wu Xin to eat. Just stay here..."
Without saying anything, a breeze blew by, and her figure was no longer in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and saw, come on, he became Mrs. Meng again.
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Looking at the empty yard and smelling the fragrance of flowers brought by a breeze, Li Xiuyuan had an illusion.
It felt like he was back in the apricot garden in Loulan. The fragrance of the flowers in the garden flowed into the living room with a burst of night rain, making him not want to go to sleep in the room.
I just want to lie under the eaves, pillow under the stars, and smell the fragrance of flowers.
Watch the long night.
But it didn't work here. He just lay under the eaves for an hour, and then went all the way to the Wangchuan Bridge to prepare the soup for tonight.
I washed the pot, put in the elixir, and lit a fire.
On the empty Wangchuan Bridge, there is a faint fragrance, which is the smell of different medicinal fragrances.
Unlike others, Li Xiuyuan wanted to drink a few more bowls of the soup he cooked to drive some past events out of his memory so that he could live a simpler life.
But somehow, God played a joke on him.
The more he wanted to forget something, the clearer he remembered it. The pot in front of him seemed to others to be forgetful water for forgetting the memories of his previous life, but it had no effect on him at all.
He could even remember the first time he entered the Sansheng Stone in Brother Minghui's Buddhist hall.
Even Meng Po said that Li Wuxin drank too much of the soup she cooked and had forgotten many things. She had even forgotten who Wu Xin was.
For Po Meng, this is indeed something worth bragging about.
After all, Wu Xin is the lover Li Yuanxin wants to find if he follows her to the Nine Netherworld...
But in the long years, in the bowls of forgetful soup, those past events like flowers are gradually forgotten.
While cooking the soup, Li Xiuyuan wondered when Wu Xin and Jasmine, who stayed in Kangchuan City, would be able to get married, and when they would be able to let go of their land.
I have already said too much, and in the coming years and months, it will be up to these two guys to face the ups and downs there alone.
It took less than an hour to cook a large pot of soup, and I tasted two bowls first.
Still unfinished, he returned to the small courtyard in the village. After thinking about it, he took out a bunch of spiritual swords, divine mines from the prehistoric world, and chains made of divine iron, and threw them on the ground.
After ten years of uncertainty about life and death, he took out the sword-making platform and placed it under the eaves near the kitchen.
ten years
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, he found a way to smelt all these materials into sword embryos, and started making swords when he was bored!
As Ouyang Buli said at the beginning, while forging the sword, he was polishing his body and will.
Originally, he planned to bring this kind of thing back to Fengyun City, or to the cave on the Tianshan Mountains where Monk Poxu lived and where he lived to cast it.
I didn't expect that I would stay here for ten years.
So, what we need to do many years from now should be solved here in advance.
Phoenix Valley, Apricot Blossom Valley, and even he didn't mind casting a spiritual sword for Tianxiang Academy's disciple You Ruo... He used up all these materials and stopped thinking about forging swords in the future.
Looking at the various materials piled on the ground, I finally thought about it and picked up a few pieces of divine ore and a few divine iron chains.
This is used to build his Shura Sword after returning to the Five Realms.
He forged two mortal swords for Wu Xin and Jasmine, and nourished them with the heavenly energy of Sun Moon Mountain.
As for his Shura Sword, he planned to take it to the Tianshan Mountains and slowly warm it up in the cold pool of ice and snow for ten years or even longer.
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On Wuyu Fangcun Mountain, inside the small bluestone courtyard of Xuantian Temple.
Ming Hui, who came over after getting the news, looked at the two men and one woman in front of her and was speechless.
Holding a cup of spiritual tea, after a long while, he said faintly: "People here work hard to practice till the last moment and then ascend. Fortunately for you, you actually turned around and came back."
Sitting opposite him were Ouyang Dongli, who seemed to have regained his former youth, Taoist Priest Qingxu of Xuantian Temple, and a woman who was busy cutting up a bowl of fruit in the kitchen and bringing it out.
Looking at Taoist Master Qingxu who had returned to middle age, Minghui couldn't help but ask: "I said you are back, what will your junior brother do? Do you want him to give you the position of head?"
Qingxu, who already had black hair, shook his head, looked at him and said calmly: "I will not be a leader anymore, I came back to practice."
"Come, try this fruit from Fodu, it tastes good."
The woman looked at Minghui and said with a smile: "Master, I heard from the people in the temple that my brother is back, where are the others?"
Minghui was stunned, looked at her and asked, "Who is your brother?"
Ouyang Dongli sighed, pointed at Qingxu and said, "Isn't he the disciple of the two of us? Where are the others? Since you came from Prajna Temple, why didn't you take him with you?"
"He? He can't come yet."
Ming Hui looked at the two men and shook her head, smiling bitterly: "I don't know where he went, he just told me to find the dead Wu Xin..."
Quietly, Minghui recounted the tragedy that happened in the Five Regions Imperial City and the Buddha Capital.
Then he looked at the three people in front of him and said, "You also know that my junior brother is a guy who will never give up until he achieves his goal."
The woman in a green skirt sighed and said quietly: "It seems that I have to find a time to go to the Imperial City to see my miserable sister."
Ming Hui thought for a moment, shook her head gently and said, "Let's wait for our junior brother to come back. Don't mess up his plan."
Qingxu, who was sitting aside, nodded and said seriously: "That's right, wait until my disciple comes back... Since he is already here, leave everything to him."
Ouyang Dongli glanced at the woman next to him, laughed and said, "I thought that only we would want to come back, but I didn't expect that my disciple would be faster than us."
Minghui sighed and said leisurely: "You may not believe it, but my junior brother told me not to be in a hurry to break through and ascend."
Quietly, Minghui told the three people in front of him what Li Xiuyuan told him.
Finally, he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip, sighing: "To be honest, I don't understand, my junior brother has obviously ascended physically, why did he become a mortal with no cultivation?"
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