Back then, there were three people under this small bamboo forest, and today there are three people again.
Du Pingsheng, Fengnu and Su Jingyan.
Thousands of years have passed and nothing seems to have changed.
Feng Nu has reached nirvana again, and she is still the same as before. Su Jingyan was also the same as when he left. Only...
...Du Pingsheng is older.
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Mo, his white beard trembling, and he smiled with tears in his eyes.
"It's okay...it's okay..."
Feng Nu just looked at Su Jingyan, and then suddenly turned around, her long skirt dancing lightly as she turned around, swaying with unexplainable emotions.
She soared into the sky and disappeared into the vast sky!
Su Jingyan looked at Feng Nu's back and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Du Pingsheng looked at the two of them and sighed deeply, feeling complicated in his heart.
The endless joy of that encounter was beautiful to him. But it's complicated for Feng Nu. When the person she had missed for thousands of years actually appeared in front of her, it made her unable to control herself...
Du Pingsheng understood this, and so did Su Jingyan.
only......
Su Jingyan sighed and looked at Du Pingsheng again. Du Pingsheng sat back tremblingly in front of the stone table.
Su Jingyan also slowly sat opposite Du Pingsheng.
White clothes rolled up sleeves, burning stove to make tea.
The wind blows the bamboo leaves, and the scent of vegetation and tea lingers in front of the hut.
Du Pingsheng watched Su Jingyan's every move with a smile on his face, his eyes filled with tears of laughter. Su Jingyan's tea-making skills are still as good as before.
It's like that boy has never left...
His disciple still looks that young, except that now he can no longer tell the depth of cultivation.
Time has never left any traces on his body, but what he has experienced has laid an aura of vicissitudes on his body.
It's like a person with a young face who has experienced countless miserable lives.
The past events can't be explained clearly, and Su Jingyan doesn't want to talk about them.
And Du Pingsheng didn't ask. When Su Jingyan appeared in front of him and said 'it's okay', it no longer mattered.
Young man...it'll be nice to come back!
Su Jingyan made a pot of tea, poured a cup for Du Pingsheng first, and then handed it to Du Pingsheng with both hands.
"Master, drink tea!"
Du Pingsheng's eyes turned red again. This sentence...he has been waiting for a thousand years!
Since his death, Du Pingsheng often looked at the tea cup, hoping that the young man in white would one day come to him and offer him another cup of tea.
"good......"
Du Pingsheng took Su Jingyan, held the tea cup and slowly lowered his head to drink. The old hands trembled, and salt water dripped into the cup.
Su Jingyan poured himself another glass and drank it slowly.
There was silence in front of the door of the hut, this silence is the tranquility in the heart where thousands of words are hidden.
Everything is so beautiful...
It seems that there is a long song that starts in the middle of the night and then floats to the corner where the world can't hear it.
The two of them drank tea for a long time in this silence.
After a long time, Du Pingsheng turned his head to look in the direction of the distant demon world and sighed deeply, "She has been waiting for you for too long..."
Su Mo was speechless and shook his head.
He could sense that Feng Nu had returned to the Feng Palace in the demon world...
Literary men are romantic, and so is he. You will also like the beautiful things you see.
He and Feng Nu have experienced many things together, too many to describe as entanglements...
Back then, Feng Nu chased him for the holy weapon Hanshuang, and then made a deal with him to protect Nirvana.
But later, when he transformed into a god and experienced life and death, it was Feng Nu who used her own phoenix feathers to save him. We entered the dead end together and achieved nirvana together.
Finally, they go together to face the monstrous Dapeng and solve the chaos in the demon world!
Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
Su Jingyan naturally has feelings for Feng Nu, but this feeling is extremely complicated and he doesn't know how to face it.
What he can't face is not just Feng Nu?
Feng Nu was sad to reach Nirvana because of him, but what about Luo Yin who lost her piano because of him?
There is also a big evil... Shi Jiuxuan...
There is no solution to the word love. The first of Su Mo's three questions is about love. Although he understood it, he still didn't know how to explain it.
There are too many women who have entanglements with him, and everything they do or say is determined by fate.
He couldn't give them a lifetime together, so he could only do this.
What's more, each generation of the Phoenix Clan has only one fate...
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Jingyan and shook his head gently. He knew that Su Jingyan had more than just Feng Nu as a confidante, but the only person he knew was Feng Nu.
He watched Feng Nu and Su Mo get to know each other and become bound to each other.
Also watching Su Jingyan disappear for thousands of years, how Feng Nu missed him...
Back then, Su Jingyan was just a little transformed god, but Feng Nu had developed feelings for him, which was beyond worldly knowledge.
Du Pingsheng put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the vast bamboo forest, "The bonds between people cannot be avoided by just avoiding them..."
"People in this world are always struggling with whether they can commit to each other."
"But I don't know that besides the promise, there is also the kind of knowing each other who looks at each other and smiles..."
"Also, maybe what they are waiting for is not a promise from you, but just the peace of mind that you can live."
Du Pingsheng turned around, looked at Su Jingyan and sighed softly, "People always like to put worldly shackles on themselves."
"The answer between men and women is not that only partnership is beautiful."
"Like two plants on either side of a cliff, they can look at each other."
"But there is no need to relate..."
After Du Pingsheng finished speaking, he held up the tea cup and continued to drink.
His meaning is already obvious. Even if he really doesn't want to, he must at least express his feelings!
Su Jingyan looked at Du Pingsheng and hesitated for a long time.
"Isn't that a gangster?"
Du Pingsheng's hands trembled violently and he didn't speak for a long time.
He thought for a long time, then nodded, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's a little hypocritical..."
Su Mo nodded, "A little shameless."
"It's very shameless..." Du Pingsheng added.
The master and apprentice, an old man and a young man, looked at each other and smiled, and then burst into laughter.
The joy diluted the worries of meeting again, and the two held tea cups and drank together again...
"Where's Qingyi?" Su Mo asked.
Du Pingsheng sighed softly, "I'm still practicing medicine in this world, and I've suffered so much for that child these years. I'll go find her and come back in a few days."
Su Mo nodded and said no more.
The breeze enters the world of mortals, yet it is incomprehensible to the complexity of the world of mortals. After being contaminated by the smoke and smoke of the mortal world, it is difficult to drive away the fireworks.
Su Mo lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking!
The small bamboo forest was filled with the tangled and disorderly chaos that lingered in Su Jingyan's soul.
The master and the disciple sat together for a whole day!
The sunset rises again at dusk...
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Jingyan, smiled and shook his head, "Go ahead."
Su Mo slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the demon world, hesitated for a long time, and then nodded, "The disciple will go first."
Du Pingsheng looked at Su Jingyan's leaving figure and smiled peacefully.
Another ray of breeze came slowly, blowing Du Pingsheng's white hair fluttering...
The world of mortals has no color at all. Perhaps it is just a wisp of ignorant breeze that has traveled through the world, staining it with the freedom and ease that belongs to the wind...
Or maybe, someone smiled at the world of mortals. The world of mortals became obsessed with that smile again.
Who can sort out the myriad threads in this world?
