The night is getting darker!
The breeze is gentle!
The cold moon hangs high!
Mingyue City is located at the foot of Mingyue Peak, covering a large area and occupying the Central Plains. Because the Lengyue Palace was destroyed for many years, its prestige was no longer there, and no one established a sect on Mingyue Peak, so Mingyue City was not under the jurisdiction of any major immortal sect.
Over the past hundred years, there have been many battles among the major immortal sects competing for control of this city, but in the end they had to settle. The disciples of various major immortal sects often appear in Mingyue City, and this city has become a mixed place in the rivers and lakes. It looks calm on the surface, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent.
In a dilapidated street somewhere, there is a simple house in a dark corner. The house is not big, only covering an area of about twenty square meters. On the left and right are the stone walls of two private houses, and the front and back are made of broken wooden boards. On the wall of the house, one of the wooden boards was left ajar as a door.
The most intact thing must be the stone tile on the roof. However, if the wind is stronger, even the stone tile may be lifted off. But for some reason, this dilapidated house seems to have existed for a long time. How long? It has been eighteen years since the neighbor saw this house appear!
There are people living in the dilapidated house, but no one knows why this dilapidated house is still standing despite eighteen years of wind and rain, but it is still dilapidated.
There is an old snakeskin bag placed at the door of the shabby house. Although it has some small holes, it is not a problem to hold some empty plastic bottles.
There is a take-out package next to the snakeskin bag. It can be seen from the condensation droplets in the plastic bag that it must have been taken out of the restaurant not long ago.
The door was opened, and Ye You walked out of the dusty room. He wiped his dirty face with an old towel in his hand, dusted off the dust on his body, and thought that after a few months, he finally had something. Time has tidied up this broken house once, and just waiting for the dust to clear away, people can stay in it for a few months as long as they don't move too much.
"This brat is still wandering around outside so late!"
Ye You looked up at the deep and dilapidated streets, groaned in a low voice, shook his head helplessly, reached out to check the takeaways at the door, and felt the residual warmth coming from above gradually dissipate, and an inexplicable uneasiness suddenly surged. It came to mind.
He looked up at the cold moon in the sky and roughly estimated that the time was exactly nine o'clock in the evening. There were still three hours before the agreed time, but it was a rare opportunity to try takeout. Do you want to eat cold food? At the moment, I just hope that brat will come back as soon as possible.
After sitting on the stone at the door for a long time, the dust in the room had returned to calm. Suddenly, I heard brisk footsteps coming from the alley. The uneasiness in my heart suddenly dissipated, and a touch of relaxation appeared in my eyes.
Looking at the young man running under the streetlight at the end of the alley, a trace of joy appeared in Ye You's expression, but the joy was quickly replaced by worry.
Looking from a distance, the young man in front of him was holding two bamboo sticks with grilled sausages on them. Perhaps he was worried that the hot grilled sausages would cool down in the wind, so he carefully shielded the oncoming wind with his other hand.
"Father!"
The boy's name was Ye Fengyu, and he was Ye You's only son. Listening to his joyful cry, Ye You sighed helplessly, shook his head gently and said, "You brat, doesn't school end at six o'clock? Why are you back now? ? Where did you go to be naughty again? "
Ye Fengyu ran forward, looked at the burly father in front of him and said, "Father, I went to Uncle Liu today and bought two sausages, one for you!"
Ye You frowned slightly when he heard this. He often went to Uncle Liu's house to help Uncle Liu take out the garbage. He was very clear about the price of grilled sausages, three yuan a piece, but he only gave his son five yuan a day. How could he buy two? root? Based on his understanding of his son, he didn't need to think too much to know that it was his son who must have obtained a benefit from Uncle Liu through coaxing and deception.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but punch Ye Fengyu in the chest lightly, and said with a helpless smile: "You bastard!"
He took the grilled sausage, glanced at the takeaway in his hand and said: "This food is almost cold, let's not delay. We finally got it from Aunt Zhang today, so don't waste it!"
The two entered the shabby house. The house was not big. There was only a simple double bed and a wooden board laid across the stone as a table. They found two pieces of cardboard and sat down, and began to eat a box of takeaway. Of.
The father and son have always been like this. Although life is difficult, it has become a habit and the son has never complained.
Ye You took a piece of meat and brought it to his son, and said with some pride: "I walked two streets today and picked up four bags full of bottles. I also helped them take out the garbage. Aunt Zhang's side I also delivered two takeaways to earn money for tonight’s meal, eat well and don’t waste it!”
Ye Fengyu's expression suddenly dimmed. He looked at the pieces of meat in front of him and said after a moment of silence: "Father, you can run less in the future. Being too tired will affect your health!"
Ye You's face suddenly turned cold, he reached out and patted his son on the head, and said angrily: "You bastard, what are you talking about? You and I are still young, why do you curse this and that all day long? Eat quickly, wash up and go to sleep. !”
He frowned and was about to relax but suddenly asked: "Where did you go today? It's definitely not just as simple as going to Uncle Liu's place. Please tell me the truth!"
Ye Fengyu put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, wiped his mouth casually and said, "Oh, the head teacher said that a new classmate will come to our class tomorrow. You know, I never like having deskmates, but I am the only one who is alone at the moment. , the head teacher took me to the office to talk!"
Ye You sighed, feeling a little helpless about the personality of the son in front of him. After a moment, he calmly said: "Feng Yu, you are not young now. You should be less angry in the future. Although we were recommended here based on excellent grades, But now we are under human roof after all.”
Ye Fengyu lowered his head slightly, looked at the empty rice bowl and said, "I know all about father, so I agree to the head teacher's request. You don't have to worry about this."
His voice suddenly stopped, and then he changed the subject and said, "By the way, my mother's memorial day will be here soon. Why don't we prepare something to take a look at?"
Hearing this, Ye You's expression suddenly darkened. Thinking about the child's mother's figure back then, now that eighteen years have passed, her appearance has become very blurry in his mind. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the photos on the wall. Under the weak candlelight, the still handsome and beautiful face could be vaguely seen.
He was silent for a long time, and said with a slight sigh: "Yes, it's time to go and see it. Your mother died in childbirth in order to give birth to you, so your birthday is her memorial day. She has been celebrating her memorial day for so many years and has never given you anything." If you celebrate your birthday once, will you blame me?"
"Father!"
Ye Fengyu's voice was slightly displeased. He hurriedly finished the last bite of grilled sausage, put away his bowls and chopsticks and said, "My mother had a difficult labor to give birth to me. If I celebrate her birthday again, wouldn't it be treason? A gentleman should not rejoice in relatives. These are all What you taught me, why did you forget it? No more, I'm going to wash the dishes!"
Without waiting for Ye You to speak, Wu Zi collected his bowl and went out. Watching his son disappear at the door, Ye You sighed slightly. He always felt that he was sorry for this son. He remembered that the child's mother said before she died that she wanted her son to grow up happily, but she had not given him a birthday in so many years. My son had it, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.
After finishing washing the dishes, Ye Fengyu came back into the room, lay down on the bed, turned over and said, "Father, it's time to lecture!"
Ye You looked at his son's back and stretched out his hand to pull up the quilt for his son. Over the years, he had to read to his son every night. His son seemed to be used to it. He talked back and forth about a book. The father and son never got tired of it. idea.
He sighed secretly again and took out a shabby book from his arms. The book was only two centimeters thick and was sealed with needlework. It seemed that his hand holding the book was not strong enough and the book would be Broken into powder.
There was no title on the cover of the book, not even a single word. He turned to the last page and looked at the all-too-familiar text passages on it. After a moment of silence, he said: "Feng Yu, tonight should be the last time I teach you a book." Got it!"
Ye Fengyu was slightly stunned and asked, "Why is it the last time?"
Ye You asked back: "I've been talking about this book for so many years, why can't you learn it by heart? I really don't know how you were recommended to Mingyue Academy!"
"But……"
Ye Fengyu wanted to say it, but he had been talking about it for so many years, so why did he suddenly stop talking about it? If it were really because he could memorize it but not explain it, then he would have memorized it by heart. However, he then thought that since he could memorize it, it didn’t matter whether he talked about it or not. In the end, he had to say sadly: "Okay!"
Ye You started to read a book by the weak candlelight. This book was not a story book. I don’t know what kind of book it was. It was just that the words in it were mysterious and difficult to understand. Over the years, Ye You only read it to his son. He never read it to his son. Halfway through the explanation, he said that he could only understand it by himself.
"It is accomplished when it is cultivated. The Gate of Xuanfei is called the root of heaven and earth. It is subtle and mysterious, but it is deep and unknowable... It can lead the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the Xuanmen, attract and eliminate demons, drive out evil spirits, and those who have obtained the method can break it. Immortal!"
There was not much content on the last page of the book, and Ye You finished speaking in a short time. However, he saw that his son's eyes were still wide open and he did not feel sleepy at all.
Ye Fengyu suddenly turned around and asked, "Father, does this last sentence mean that as long as you get the method, you can become an immortal?"
Ye You shook his head and replied: "I don't know. I told you that this is just a storybook. Don't believe everything in the book. Just listen to it and live your life in a down-to-earth way! Also, this story is between the two of us. Don’t let others know the secret of your life!”
Ye Fengyu snorted and said impatiently: "I know, you say that every year!" Then he whispered: "How does this look like a storybook?"
Ye You was speechless and did not utter a word to refute. He thought that he had already done what he had to do. He just hoped that things would not be too bad. He looked at the night outside through the cracks in the house. It was still an hour before the agreed time.
After hesitating for a moment, he said: "The city is not peaceful these two days. You must be careful when going to and from school...Okay, go to sleep!"
Ye Fengyu secretly thought: "This city is already in chaos, when will it become peaceful again?"
Without thinking much, he fell asleep.
Ye You watched his son who was already sleeping soundly kicking off the quilt, and couldn't help but sigh. He reached out and pulled the quilt over to cover him again, and softly groaned: "You bastard!"
He straightened up and took one last look at the photo on the wall, his eyes filled with tenderness. He looked away with great reluctance, blew out the candle, went out, picked up the snakeskin bag beside the door, walked resolutely on the moon, and disappeared into the dark and deep night after a while.
The wind is still blowing continuously, passing through the streets and alleys, chasing and playing like ignorant children, and wandering around like homeless wanderers, not knowing where it is blowing.
In the gorgeous neon light, in the slowly blowing wind, an extremely strong wind suddenly rose up, rushed out from the darkness at one end of the long street, and was instantly submerged in the darkness at the other end. Its body was as fast as lightning. The wind is unpredictable. Only the few particles of dust that have been picked up from the street but have not had time to fall can prove that someone has been here!
A figure carrying a snakeskin bag passed by in the wind. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the entire Mingyue City and arrived at the suburbs at the other end. If anyone noticed, he would definitely be able to tell that he was an extremely advanced immortal cultivator.
How high?
Only he knows!
Ye You's figure stopped at a deserted road somewhere. Here, in the grass, a luxury sports car had been waiting here for a long time. The moonlight reflected on the car was like a flawless gem under the moon, making it look particularly luxurious.
In the driver's seat, an old man who looked to be about sixty years old was blowing his nose and falling asleep. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he felt a slight vibration in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a kilometer range, and his expression became slightly condensed.
I was about to get out of the car, but I saw a figure beside the car. I saw the snakeskin bag on the back of the figure swaying gently in the wind. He looked dusty, and I could faintly hear his rough voice Gasps.
"Traveling through a city really consumes a lot of money!"
Ye You sounded helpless. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened the car door and sat directly in the passenger seat, exhaling heavily.
The old man looked at Ye You beside him, thinking about the fluctuation of spiritual energy just now, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Sure enough, hard work pays off, congratulations to the master for your great improvement in cultivation!"
Ye You looked over fifty years old. He never thought that this old man would be called a young master. He must have some connection that no one else knew about. He waved his hands casually and said: "The talent is limited. It took eighteen years to make a breakthrough. It's really not worth it." Mention, Mr. Li, let’s drive!”
Mr. Li disagreed, and said with emotion as he started the car: "With your master's level of cultivation, only the heads of the major immortal sects can compare with one or two. If I know this, I will definitely be very pleased!"
Ye You threw the snakeskin bag back into the back seat and said, "The old man has been dead for many years. If he were still here and saw my ability, I'm afraid he would just hate iron for not being able to become steel!"
He didn't want to dwell too much on this topic, so he immediately asked, "Is the news true?"
