Raindrops formed a curtain, hanging on the dilapidated eaves, falling in front of the door, ticking, and the tracks of the raindrops were like bead curtains, swaying in the wind.
The young King Yinping was sitting alone in the ruined temple, with a sword across his waist, his eyes as sharp as lightning, looking directly at the blurry mountain scenery in the distance through the heavy rain curtain outside the door.
He was gathering momentum, preparing to climb over the mountain and kill a great upper-level monster that had sneaked into the human realm.
Outside the ruined temple, footsteps could be heard.
He was a white-robed scholar with a gentle temperament. He walked leisurely to the door, put away the oil-paper umbrella, and shook off the rainwater on the umbrella.
"Can I use this temple to take shelter from the rain?" the scholar asked with a smile.
King Yinping looked at the visitor carefully, "No owner's land, just do as you please."
The scholar nodded and didn't go in. He just leaned against the door with his legs crossed.
Look up and watch the rain.
King Yinping closed his eyes slightly and rested his mind.
There was silence in the ruined temple, except for the sound of wind and rain.
In the corner of the door, there was a spider web hanging, entangled with the corpses of many flying insects, but the web surface had been washed to tatters by the rain.
There was a spider, hanging on a thread, dangling, trying to climb up the web and mend everything.
Whenever you climb to a certain height, big raindrops will fall down and knock you down.
The spider does not feel discouraged and always keeps climbing up, falling and rising again, rising and falling again.
Suddenly there was a sigh, "Life is like a spider mending its web, failure always occurs throughout."
King Yinping opened his eyes and stared at the mysterious scholar with disdain.
"The strong will always be successful, while the weak will encounter obstacles every step of the way. Everyone's life is different."
The scholar shook his head when he heard this, "I don't think so. Different roads lead to the same destination. If you are a person, you will die, and if you are a person, you will encounter failure - some endings are inevitable."
"No matter how strong this spider web is, it will always rain one day."
"Really?" King Yinping had already realized that the scholar was coming for him. He raised his eyebrows and stood up slowly.
"So what if it rains? If this spider is really invincible, even the wind and rain will not be able to block its path."
"Really invincible?" The scholar still sat cross-legged, chewing on the word, and suddenly laughed:
"I think this spider has actually become truly invincible."
"The wind and rain in the sky cannot block its path, and countless failures will not affect its behavior at all."
“You can even defeat defeat—doesn’t that mean you are invincible?”
King Yinping was already impatient and said coldly: "The truly invincible will never be defeated."
"I don't know who sent you, but if you want to disturb my mood, these few words are far from enough."
After saying that, he waved his hand and shot the cobweb with fierce energy, intending to destroy it.
White silk threads floated, without any change.
"Huh?" King Yinping narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the scholar in front of him again.
"It seems that you are still a master, so just give me a blow - don't worry, I won't kill you."
Drawing the knife for a moment, it was like a flash of lightning in the dark night.
The boundless rain curtain trembled together.
The entire ruined temple had been split into two and slowly collapsed.
King Yinping stood in the rain with an expressionless face.
This sword actually cut through the air.
"You don't even dare to take my sword, and you dare to talk nonsense?" He felt warlike and wanted to use words to provoke the person back.
The scholar was already a hundred feet away and sighed softly, "I hope one day you can be truly invincible."
King Yinping stood firmly on the spot, still unmoved.
"How can I let others dictate my path to invincibility?"
…
More than five hundred years later, in a small house in Beishan Village.
When King Yinping thought about the past, he felt more and more unfathomable about the white-robed scholar and felt more regretful.
He sighed deeply and said to Di Xiaofei:
"Failure is inevitable in life. On the road to invincibility, it's not that you won't lose, but that you won't be affected at all even if you fail."
After saying that, he pointed at the boy's chest.
"What is truly invincible is not your people or your fists, but your heart."
"Back then, I had been famous for a long time. I was arrogant and rigid in thinking. I couldn't listen to it anymore. It was too late to regret it."
"You are still very young."
The whole room was silent, and Di Xiaofei was shocked. After a long time, he bent down and bowed deeply:
"Thanks for the enlightenment."
The young man vaguely realized that the old man's main purpose for coming all the way here was not to recruit disciples, but to pass on this insight to himself.
On the road to invincibility, if you take one wrong step, you will fall into an abyss.
The old prince did not want the young man to make the same mistakes again.
Outside the house, an old woman suddenly said: "Your Majesty taught me his experience, and Beishan Village will remember this kindness in my heart."
King Yinping looked up in shock and saw a silver-haired old woman. He didn't notice when she came.
Its strength... he couldn't see through.
"This is Granny Si, the current teacher in our village." Di Xiaofei introduced.
King Yinping stared at the other person, always feeling familiar, and said doubtfully: "I seem to have seen you somewhere before."
"Really?" Granny Si still had a kind smile on her face, "Your Majesty has lived for so long, fought in the north and south, and has seen countless faces. It's normal for him to have seen me."
"Where did you see it?" King Yinping thought hard, but couldn't remember it for a while.
As I get older, my brain is no longer good.
Walking out of the house and facing the mountain breeze, he was in low spirits.
"Old, I'm really too old."
Suddenly, there was wind blowing by my ears, making a whistling sound.
A familiar gentle man's voice also sounded:
"Are you really old?"
"If you think you can't defeat the years, how can you become invincible again?"
King Yinping was startled and looked around, as if he saw the white-robed scholar quietly appearing in the distance and nodding towards him.
"Scholar! That scholar!" King Yinping, who had always had a calm expression, suddenly lost his composure at this moment, his mouth opened, and his skinny hands kept shaking.
He pointed somewhere and asked everyone around him urgently, "Have you seen that scholar?"
The villagers looked confused and looked around, but found nothing.
Only Granny Si walked away with a thoughtful expression.
Soon after, a group of people waiting anxiously at the entrance of the village finally saw the figure of King Yinping.
But he was shocked to find that the old prince was walking alone, his expression changing, like crying, laughing, sighing, feeling lost, with mixed emotions...
