Sword of the Nine Heavens, the Fall of the Gods

Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly, speculating secretly in his heart.

Why did my mother suddenly care about Shancai Tongzi? Did Jintong get into trouble outside without telling me?

After thinking for a moment, the Bodhisattva nodded: "Mother is right, my inferior disciple Jin Tong did use this name in the late Han Dynasty. Why did you suddenly mention this?"

The old mother smiled slightly and said, "Tell him to come over. I want to ask him something in person."

It was difficult for Guanyin Bodhisattva to refuse, for she knew clearly that the Old Mother of Mount Li was of high esteem in the immortal world, and even her master Yuanshi Tianzun had to be courteous to her.

It is also known that this old mother has never paid much attention to the affairs of heaven, but is full of enthusiasm for the mundane affairs of the world.

Guanyin Bodhisattva turned around and said to Shancai Tongzi, "Golden boy! I have something to ask you, you must answer truthfully. Don't hide anything, and don't make me angry."

"Yes! Master."

Shancai boy responded respectfully, walked quickly to the front of Lishan Old Mother and bowed, "Under the seat of Guanyin of the South Sea, Shancai boy greets the old mother."

The golden boy in front of him was more than eight feet and five inches tall, with handsome features and a unique charm.

Lishan Laomu smiled and nodded, "Shancai! Did you have a name called Song Wei before?"

When the name Song Wei was mentioned again, Shancai Tongzi's heart was suddenly filled with thousands of emotions and thoughts.

More than three hundred years have passed in a flash, and this name has not been mentioned by anyone for a long time.

To the point that I am almost forgetting it in the long river of time.

Now, this name was once again reminded by my mother, and my thoughts instantly returned to the distant past.

I remembered my old father who was addicted to alcohol and had a stubborn personality.

I remembered the ship that had been through some storms and was in a dilapidated state.

I recalled the ups and downs that Sanshan Island had experienced.

In an instant, all kinds of feelings came to my mind.

Shancai Tongzi tried to calm his confused mind and answered slowly:

"Mother, I did use this name many years ago."

"However, time flies, things change, and I no longer use it. I wonder why my mother asked this question?"

The old mother of Mount Li nodded and said, "That's it. Song Wei, Song Chengfeng, have you ever known a woman named Diao Chan?"

The moment the old mother said this name, Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression changed slightly, and a trace of helplessness appeared on his face.

Shancai was stunned at first, and then a ripple appeared in his heart. Those long-forgotten memories suddenly emerged in his mind.

How could I forget this name? This name used to be like a curse, haunting my mind day and night.

The names Song Wei and Song Chengfeng may have gradually been forgotten with the passage of time.

But the name Diao Chan is engraved deep in the soul like a brand and can never be completely erased.

Chengfeng's body shook involuntarily, and his voice became hoarse and low.

"Mother! Why do you mention this? Do you know her?"

The Mother of Lishan looked at Chengfeng gently.

"Song Wei! More than three hundred years ago, I accepted a female disciple named Diao Chan."

"She once mentioned to me that her sweetheart is called Song Wei. I want to know if you want to meet her?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva was embarrassed and hurriedly stopped him: "Mother, you can't do this, you can't do this!"

Lishan Laomu waved her hand and said, "Cihang! Chance, cause and effect, life and death, are all determined by heaven. What can human interference change?"

"There is still an unresolved grudge between the two of them. Since we have this opportunity today, why not let them meet each other."

Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted to continue dissuading him, but Chengfeng exhaled and turned around.

"Master, there are things that I have to say goodbye to, and things that I cannot say goodbye to. There are some things that I must understand clearly, so please don't stop me."

"Shancai! The past is like the wind, and infatuation is hard to understand. The worldly relationship is like a dream, and the past is like the wind under your sleeve. Don't be obsessed, and don't be involved in these old things anymore."

Guanyin Bodhisattva glanced at Chengfeng and shook his head.

Chengfeng stared into the distance, determination flashing in his eyes.

"Master, I have a clear mind. But it is these seemingly fleeting past events that have made me who I am today."

"Some mysteries, if not solved, will make it difficult to get rid of the inner demons. The path of cultivation will also be full of thorns. Disciple does not ask to forget completely, but only to face it honestly."

"Shancai, you..."

Unexpectedly, this disciple would speak against his will today. The Bodhisattva's gaze became deep at that moment.

All along, this disciple has been like the erratic clouds in the mountains.

Sometimes it is clearly visible, and sometimes it is hidden among the peaks, making it difficult to grasp its true meaning.

At this moment, facing his disciple's disobedience, the Bodhisattva felt both disappointment and understanding.

Because she suddenly remembered the words of her uncle Laozi.

The Bodhisattva slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if adjusting his state of mind.

Afterwards, she sighed helplessly, "Forget it! Forget it, just go ahead!"

Upon seeing this, Mother Lishan smiled and waved behind her.

A stunningly beautiful woman slowly walked out from under the colorful flags beside the old mother.

The beauty looked to be in her thirties, with a delicate face, just like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, beautiful and charming.

But at this moment, her face was covered with tears and she was walking slowly towards me sobbing.

"Diao Chan!"

When he saw the beauty, Chengfeng could no longer suppress his inner excitement. He shouted and ran towards the beauty like flying.

The beauty couldn't help but exclaimed, "Song Lang!"

The two hands were already clasped together, and they just stared at each other silently. For a moment, no one could speak.

The moonlight is like water, gently sprinkling on the earth, covering the whole world with a dreamy veil.

The entire valley is shrouded in the quiet and beautiful moonlight, as if it is in a fairyland isolated from the world.

Looking at the two people meeting, the Mother of Mount Li smiled and said to the Bodhisattva:

"Cihang! Everyone here makes them nervous and restrained. Why don't we go away for a while so they can talk?"