It is said that the person who really understands Li Xiuyuan is not Mr. Xinghuaguli, because he only pointed out a path of cultivation for Li Xiuyuan in the beginning.
Most of the time, master and disciple are like father and son. The husband actually doesn't know what kind of mental journey his disciple has gone through.
Only the old Taoist priest, who was Li Xiuyuan's last master, understood some of the little secrets in his heart that he never mentioned to others.
As the old Taoist said: "It depends on your mood."
Everything depends on his mood. For Li Xiuyuan, there is nothing he must do, except for the cause and effect he promised to his master and the old monk.
Love and hate depend on your mood. If you abandon me, I will never say a word to keep you.
Life and death depend on one's mood, just like after he gained enlightenment and overcame the tribulation, he let the Xiongnu High Priest live between life and death.
As long as I am willing and in a good mood, I can spend nine days and ten days for you.
If I'm not in a good mood today, I won't even take a step towards the door of No. 47.
This is the precious disciple of the old Taoist priest, a guy who talks about having no worries about debts, a legend who has experienced the baptism of thousands of miles of river Styx and realized the great road of life and death on the river of thousands of miles.
The old monk thought for a while and did not deny what the old Taoist said. Instead, he thought quietly and said, "Interesting."
Time has no end, and the old Taoist priest waved his hand to let time stop for the two people on the top of the snow mountain.
Let Li Xiuyuan calmly carry Dayan Qin master Gao Jianli to the top of the snow mountain, and let Zhang Liang and his wife watch them silently on the mountainside.
Looking around, there was a touch of warm winter sunshine on the horizon. It was the sunlight shining above the clouds, but it was revealed to Gao Jianli's eyes for the first time.
Although he was about to die, he saw the most beautiful scenery in the world at the last moment of his life.
Time stopped, allowing him to see clearly the imperial palace of Qin. Those pavilions with carved railings and jade columns seemed so small between heaven and earth.
Li Xiuyuan supported him and whispered: "This place is far away from the imperial city and the world. I can reveal a secret to you, so that you can feel at ease when you go there."
Gao Jianli moved his mouth slightly and murmured: "Sir, please explain to me."
Li Xiuyuan laughed in an inaudible voice: "Even if you don't assassinate Qin, the King of Qin will not live long, and the Great Qin will not last long either..."
After saying that, she whispered something in his ear.
When Gao Jianli heard this, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help calling softly to the sky: "Brother Jingke, did you hear it? Our death has not been in vain. The day we pursue is coming."
"Sir, you must be stupid. When I met you on the way to the East China Sea, I revealed the secret to you and asked you to see the world from a place higher than King Qin..."
"Gao Jianli is really stupid."
Gao Jianli said softly: "If my husband hadn't brought me to the highest place in the world, how could I have seen this world clearly? Even so, I don't regret it."
"I believe Jing Ke also has no regrets."
Gao Jianli repeated it and murmured: "That is our pursuit and our dream."
Li Xiuyuan knew that this was Gao Jianli's thoughts, so he could only smile bitterly and said: "If it were me and you, I wouldn't listen to other people's persuasion at that time. This is your persistence."
"Being born between heaven and earth, we must do something in this era."
Gao Jianli's vitality gradually passed away, his face gradually turned pale, and he murmured: "If you don't want to be famous forever, at least let Dayan's descendants know that Dayan men are not afraid of death..."
When Li Xiuyuan saw him, he had no choice but to take out the jug and feed him another glass of spiritual wine.
The spiritual wine slowed down his life, restoring a little bit of life to Gao Jianli's face, and his eyes were shining with the last spark of his life.
He murmured: "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never come back..."
"Please sir, play a piece of zither for me, just think of it as our friendship..."
Quietly, Gao Jianli said softly.
Li Xiuyuan nodded, carefully let Gao Jianli lean on the glacier behind him, and took out his guqin with a wave of his hand.
He gently wiped the strings with a square white cloth and asked, "What kind of music do you want to hear, sir?"
Gao Jianli pointed to a golden light on the horizon and smiled weakly: "Winter is about to pass, please play a song for me to watch the spring breeze, thank you."
"Just look at the spring breeze."
Li Xiuyuan replied in a calm voice: "I got this song "Looking at the Spring Breeze" from the Xuanwu Continent nine days away. I will play it for you today."
The sound of ding-dong sounded to Gao Jianli's ears like the first ray of spring breeze in the long winter. The thick snow on the eaves melted, and a drop of snowdrops fell on the stone steps.
Wetting his ears and moistening his eyes.
There was a ding-dong sound, followed by gurgling water in the mountains, like mountain streams running through the mountains and ridges, and finally converging into the Yishui River.
That year on the Yishui River, Prince Dan and Gao Jianli bid farewell to Jing Ke on the river bank.
Thousands of people knelt in the wind and snow, hoping that Jing Ke, who was walking through the wind and snow to the imperial city, would bring them a touch of spring breeze.
Unexpectedly, Gao Jianli by the Yishui River could not wait for the spring breeze brought by Jing Ke with his life.
But on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the Imperial City of Qin, I saw the spring sun that melted the snow not long after, and heard the spring breeze that could revive everything in the sky and snow in an instant.
The sound of the piano is playing softly, but after the spring breeze, the flowers are blooming, and a faint fragrance of flowers is coming to the nostrils.
Gao Jianli, who was bathing in the sea of flowers, moved the corners of his mouth, but there were two lines of tears flowing down his face quietly like a stream.
He murmured: "In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, the rain and snow are falling..."
The wind and snow started blowing, and snowflakes flew all over the sky, but the still time was restored instantly, and the top of the snow-capped mountains was filled with wind and snow.
The spring flowers around them gradually withered, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth with the wind and snow in the sky.
It was like Gao Jianli leaning on the glacier, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were closed forever.
Watching the spring breeze, Li Xiuyuan bid farewell to his close friend on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Gao gradually left. The mountains and seas passed away, and there was no sound in the world.
There was a sudden clang on the green pear tree, and a ripe green pear fell into the old Taoist priest's hand.
With a long sigh, the old Taoist priest shouted: "Xiao Lian, call those guys over to eat pears."
The old monk was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to share this pear with all of them?"
The old Taoist priest smiled lightly and said, "Isn't it possible?"
"Isn't it possible?" Li Xiuyuan on the top of the snow mountain stopped playing the piano, looked at the person in front of him and said blankly: "Why can't you stay a little longer?"
The old Taoist priest replied silently: "Go and ask Chunfeng to see who she is willing to stay for."
He silently put away the guqin, and with a flick of his hand, it turned out to be the sacred coffin made of golden nanmu that Zhang Liang had brought, the best object of the Qin Dynasty.
He reached out and took out the items one by one, carefully carried Gao Jianli in, thought about it, and took out a white gown to cover him.
He took a few more divine talismans and stuck them around him, closed the divine coffin, and Li Xiuyuan took out a long sword.
Swinging his sword, he dug a big pit on the top of the snow mountain and carefully lowered the coffin...
The sword cut the glacier, revealing the ten thousand-year-old mysterious stone inside. He swung the sword like a pen and carved: "The people of Yan are gradually leaving, and the world will reincarnate."
A flame lit the incense candle, and combined with the whistling wind on the top of Tianshan Mountain, it seemed as if Gao Jianli, who refused to leave, was saying goodbye to his close friend.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the paper money that was burning like a butterfly, and murmured softly: "Sister, if you see my brother in a white robe, please show him a clear path to reincarnation, and don't let him fall into the darkness again."
Paper money turned into butterflies flying all over the sky, but Po Meng's voice was not heard in the wind.
Time resumed its movement, and the Master sighed and said leisurely: "I couldn't understand before that time has no end, and a moment becomes eternity."
Zhang Liang helped his wife walk to the living room and murmured: "It's all because of the students' fault that the teacher came out to blow off the wind."
The Master shook his head, sat at the table, stretched out his hand to light the fire, and said in a deep voice: "You did nothing wrong. You can help me understand some truths between heaven and earth. You are very good."
Zhang Liang sighed: "That's because my brother is so powerful, he can actually stop time."
The master lowered his head and said sadly: "If this were not the case, I am afraid that Mr. Gao would not be able to reach the top of the snow mountain."
"He wants to take Mr. Gao to the top of the snow-capped mountains to see the world and let him understand some truths that he couldn't understand before. For Mr. Gao, he has spent his life and death to gain enlightenment."
The master sighed again: "He also used Gao Jianli's death to preach to us, master and disciple."
Zhang Liang shook his head and replied softly: "Disciple, come again and ask the teacher for advice. I have to go to No. 47 to have a look. Don't cause any more trouble."
The Master waved his hand: "Go and let me be quiet."
What happened today not only shocked Zhang Liang, but also shocked the master. He even regretted not insisting on climbing to the top of the snow mountain with Li Xiuyuan to see this side of the world.
And Li Xiuyuan was thinking about his master and didn't want to hurt his master's heart with Gao Jianli's death.
Even before going out, he never thought about asking the old Taoist priest for a way to heaven. All this can only be said to be fate.
Come and try it quickly. 】
Otherwise, he would have wanted to ask Zhang Liang to come with him. After all, such an opportunity could not come along at any time.
That depends on the mood of the old Taoist master.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, the candlelight had come, and the paper money turned into butterflies and disappeared between heaven and earth. Li Xiuyuan took out the futon and sat down on the snow. With a wave of his hand, he took out the guqin again.
Looking at the black stone tablet in front of him, he murmured: "Sir, if you have not traveled far, please listen to me play Qin Yi's requiem for you, so that you will not be confused on the way to reincarnation."
He lightly plucked the strings with his fingers, and in response to the resentment in his chest, a sonorous sound resounded between heaven and earth.
A sonorous sound rang out, and Li Xiuyuan, who was on the top of the snow-capped mountains, was completely unaware of it, but "Boom!" A winter thunder sounded in the sky above the imperial city.
Xiao Hei, who was so frightened that he stayed in the house, rushed out and shouted: "My brother is not good, why does it thunder in winter?"
Mr. Yan, who was walking out of the kitchen, looked at Xiao Hei and frowned and replied, "Xiao Hei, don't scream. Sir, you left early and haven't come back yet?"
The little tiger in the room was so frightened that he ran out, took Yan's hand and asked, "Mom, is it possible that your husband is going to break through the tribulation again?"
"How can he survive the tribulation? I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
While they were talking, Zhang Liang walked in, looked at the three of them and said, "Sir, I have something to do. I'm here to accompany you two in reading and writing today."
When Mrs. Yan heard that her husband was fine, she immediately looked at Zhang Liang and smiled: "You came just in time. You are about to invite these two guys to dinner."
Zhang Liang looked at the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky in the yard and couldn't help but said: "Okay, why are you sending down a thunder?"
This winter thunder also shocked the people in the imperial city. Thunder in winter is not a good thing.
Before the two maids could bring out the food, another thunder struck, making Xiao Hu scream in surprise.
Xiao Hei looked at the sky and thought for a while and said: "This is not a thunderstorm, this is God's anger."
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, Li Xiuyuan today is different from the last time. With compassion in his heart, the sound of the piano between his fingers is like a whimper coming from under the Nine Netherworld.
The sword-like sound of the piano suddenly turned into several thunderbolts in the sky of the flying snow, striking the sky of the Imperial City of Qin.
The resentful sound of the piano broke through the wind and snow, filled the sky, and echoed in the sky of the imperial city. It was as tragic as the arrival of gods and Buddhas from the nine heavens.
The Master had not heard the previous song "Looking at the Spring Breeze", but now he heard the sad, resentful, yet solemn sound of the piano coming from the top of the snow-capped mountains.
He stared blankly at the half cup of spiritual tea in his hand, and murmured: "A divine sound controls the heaven and earth, and a ray of fairy sound enters reincarnation."
Although Li Xiuyuan fell into the artistic conception of the Divine Comedy as he fell on the top of the mountain, he couldn't help singing loudly:
The swallow is flying, and its feathers are missing.
The son returned home and was sent far away into the wild.
I can't even look forward to it, and I cry like rain.
