[Six lines like a tsubaki] Embrace the area with one heart

Seven,

Tong Ru was on Fuyao Mountain, and he had been in seclusion for nearly a year, and when he left the seclusion, he had already cultivated into a primordial spirit.

Not long after leaving the customs, he bid farewell to Yan Zhengming and Han Muchun, and traveled down the mountain.

Yan Zhengming knew that this master had amazing talents, and he was not surprised to see that he had cultivated into a primordial spirit early.On the contrary, Han Muchun's life was decades before he started, and now he is still stuck on the threshold of Yuanshen Realm.

Before leaving, Han Muchun brought out the oldest batch of Baihua wine and practiced it for Tong Ru.

The hundred-year-old Baihua wine, the moment the seal is opened, the aroma is the soul of Baihua that will wake up after a hundred years of sleep.

Han Muchun filled Tong Ru's wine glass with his own hands, and asked, "How long will you be here?"

"When I feel that I have enough experience, I will come back."

Baihua wine, the name sounds elegant and lingering, and the smell is like Baihua. It looks a little powdery, but it is strong in the mouth. It burns from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart. It has been a long time, and the eye sockets are red.

It tasted both sweet and painful.

Tong Ru hoarsely said: "Good wine."

Han Muchun is obviously used to this taste, and he can drink it vigorously. Hearing this, his brows and eyes curled up with a smile: "This is the first batch of Baihua wine I brewed when I was [-] or [-] years old. I don't have much experience, but the age is better For a long time, is it okay?"

Was it brewed when you were thirteen or fourteen?Tong Ru looked at the thin green liquor in the cup, as if the shadow of a young Han Muchun could be reflected in it.

Immortal cultivators live long lives, and the appearance of monks often remains unchanged in their youth and adulthood. Since Tong Ru saw Han Muchun when he was a child, he has always had this appearance of a weak crown.

Han Muchun's childhood and boyhood were so green that day, if you miss it, you will miss it forever.

What a great pity.

Although it's not easy for a cultivator to get drunk after drinking, Tong Ru doesn't like the feeling of dizziness and light loss of control after drinking. The Hundred Flowers Wine brewed by myself, one sip after another, became half or six points drunk.

Tong Ru's dark eyes were hidden in deep eye sockets, like a silent pool in a deep valley, only Han Muchun was reflected.

Having not seen each other for decades, Tong Ru originally thought that if he practiced quietly, Han Muchun's voice and smile would be blurred and lost in the ruthlessness of the Dao in his heart. Every plant, tree, flower, and leaf is him.

Han Muchun shook the wine cup and said: "After you leave, I will also be in seclusion for a while." After taking a sip of the wine, he smiled and said, "When I become a primordial spirit, I can travel around the world with you."

There are nine states in the world, tens of thousands of miles in China, the south of the Yangtze River in the north, and the east and sea in the west. It is so vast that mortals can't even travel through the vastness of the eleventh in their entire lives.Tong Ru thought in a daze, traveling together in the "world" sounds like exhausting this life.

It's a pity that they are monks, traveling all over the world, three mountains and five mountains, and walking with the sword only takes a day or two, compared with the life span, it is a snap of the fingers.

But Tong Ru still raised his glass and said, "It's a deal."

So what for a moment, he just felt that since he went to Fuyao Mountain, every moment he spent with Han Muchun was a blessing.

As for that unspeakable thought...

He was such a boring person, Han Muchun dragged him to look at the mountains, rivers, and flowers, and poured the richness of Baihua wine to open his walls.Like a ball of flame, it was too bright and dazzling, he was instinctively attracted to it, wanted to touch it but then withdrew his hand.

He was sincere, full of sincerity, but he didn't dare to reveal it in front of that person, for fear that the bloody hotness would frighten him.At the same time, I was burned to pieces by the pain of not getting what I wanted, and I was tormented day and night.

He suddenly remembered that vague past life, and it was also the past life of his lover at that time——Han Muchun, did he have such thoughts that he could only keep silent?

There is wine in front of him, but it is brewed by Han Muchun, he is reluctant to drink it to relieve his sorrow.

After all, he just asked Han Muchun for a jar of aged Baihua wine and put it in his bag.

Han Muchun readily agreed, and it was only as a consolation when he misses Fuyao Mountain, but he didn't know that the wine was filled with lovesickness.

Eight,

After Tong went down the mountain, he spent more than ten years traveling all over the mortal world.

He walked through the streets and alleys, and saw the joy of ordinary people, the firecrackers exploded, and the red paper was flying. He was invited in by the overjoyed host to drink a glass of water and wine; Joy and noise, the bridegroom's face is full of spring breeze, and those who send relatives sprinkle copper coins, some of which fell into his robe sleeves; I have also seen frequent natural disasters and the displacement of people, starvation everywhere, dead bones on the road, and children on the side of the road are hungry and emaciated. , with thirsty eyes, he handed him a piece of scones, only to see that the scones snatched it away in a blink of an eye; he also ran into funeral affairs, sackclothed and mourning, helping spirits go out of the city for burial, and the scattered paper money fell into his pocket On the shoulder, he lightly brushed it off.

After all, he is outside the world, and those emotions and desires that once belonged to him when he was a mortal now seem to be separated by a layer, and they pass away with a light flick.

Only the same.

He saw an ordinary and poor family. The husband went out to make a living in the morning, and his wife chased him out two steps away, put the dry food he left behind into his rucksack, and stretched out her hand to turn up the wrinkled collar for him.

He stood not far from that family for a day, no one noticed him when people came and went.When the husband returned home at sunset, the smoke was already rising in the house, and the wife opened the door to welcome him. He awkwardly took out a box of cheap rouge from his pocket and gave it to his wife who was so busy that her forehead was sweating.

No need for more words, his wife's rough and dark cheeks were slightly red due to hard work, and the husband and wife entered the house together, and the firewood door was slowly closed in front of his eyes, cutting off a gentle world.

Looking at the ordinary companionship, he couldn't help thinking of Han Muchun, and couldn't help but feel extravagant.

If it were him and Han Muchun, they would definitely find a house with a large yard, or simply in the mountains, where they would give him a lot of leeway to tend to his flowers and plants, and swinging a wooden sword would become a five-animal show for leisure and physical fitness.Han Muchun will definitely brew a lot of Hundred Flowers Wine, and taught him to think about it all the time, but he refused to drink it until every year and festival, he took it out and got drunk, whoever gets drunk first will let the other suffer from headaches some.

If such a day really existed, it would be considered a luxury to be able to spend the whole life of a mortal, even if it was only for a year or a month, it would not even be exchanged for ascension.

Thinking about it, he couldn't bear to go on in the mortal world, so he drilled into the deep mountains and old forests, looking for the blessed place recorded in the ancient books in the nine-story scripture building.

Although Fuyao Mountain is beautiful, it also has a wide range of inheritance of Taoism.But the world is so big, and there are thousands of ways and ways, and there are often relics of unknown ways in the cave, which can be confirmed with the known ones.Tong Ru then searched for it in a place with abundant aura, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Dongtianfu is said to be the place where the predecessors practiced. In addition to the dangerous and difficult roads, some of them also have formations and traps left by the predecessors, which are extremely dangerous.

But Tong Ru has been training hard for decades, how can it be so easy to deal with.The ten caves recorded in the ancient books took ten years to search for more than half of them, and collected and corrected many lost kung fu classics.

Tong Ru wrapped the gauze around her shoulders a few times, bit one end in her mouth, tore it off, and tied a knot hastily with one hand.

Two clusters of crossbow bolts made of ice fell on the ground, coming out of the warm body and melting slowly.The gauze on the shoulders showed a thick layer of blood.

The journey was so smooth that he was a little slack, and was accidentally plotted against by a hidden talisman.

Even a monk whose physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people will feel dizzy and cold even if he loses blood.Tong Ru closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. He practiced his kung fu for three hundred small circles.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he seemed to be in a grotto, with a chessboard in front of him, and two stone benches, black and white sitting opposite each other.

Before he had time to feel puzzled by this thing, the person who saw the person holding the black first was his own face!

Before a piece was placed on the chessboard, "he" seemed to be holding on to a long test.Seeing Tong Ru, he waved to him and dropped the sunspot he was playing with on the horn star.

Tong Ru seemed to be held by something, walked over and picked up the white piece, and landed on the opposite corner star.

The two of them were moving like flying, and Tong Ru felt dizzy all over, and only felt his temples throbbing.

In the blink of an eye, black and white clashed and fought on the chessboard, and invisible gunpowder rose up.

Tong Ru is like a puppet on a string, he is soberly aware of what kind of illusion he has fallen into.But his primordial spirit rushed left and right, but he couldn't control his physical body no matter what.

He suddenly felt that his holding hand was being held by someone.He was startled and looked closely, where is his hand?Young and immature, the knuckles have not yet faded from the childish dimples, and there are no calluses from years of holding swords.

Then he looked around secretly, every flower, grass, stone and tree looked familiar.

He remembered, this is Fuyao Mountain!

It's just that there are no flowers all over the mountain, no talismans to guide the way, and it looks a bit barren without popularity.

Oh, from the point of view, he was still playing chess with "self" just now, but now he is in someone's shell, his stature is very short, and going up the mountain is a bit difficult for a pair of short legs.If this is really his own shell, it should be only five or six years old.

But in his current life, he only went up Fuyao Mountain when he was in his teens. At that time, there were Sect Master Yan and the others on the mountain, and they were quite popular. Along the way up the mountain, there were guiding talismans emitting faint white light.

And the hand holding him was broad and thick, and definitely did not belong to Han Muchun.

The owner of that hand led him to the wooden table in front of the door, sat on the door chair, and told him to kneel down.

"Tong Ru," said the humane voice in a weak voice, "I know that you have no worries and lack of seven emotions, so you are a good seedling for Taoism. It's just that your temperament is too indifferent, which is not beneficial to your heart, so I will send you "Sentimental" two The word is a precept, the Dao is ruthless, and all living beings are sentient. One day without seeing the Dao, one day sees sentient beings. Being sentient is not indulgence, not indiscriminate love, but to let you accumulate a little existence in nothingness, which shows how pitiful and lovely all beings are. "

His shell was still out of his control, and he kowtowed respectfully and calmly: "The disciple is taught."

Tong Ru, who could be locked in this young child's shell, was shocked.In this life, he had never been to a teacher or received precepts on Fuyao Mountain, but this period was unfolding like a revolving lantern in front of him like the memory of his previous life.

And the word "youqing" also resembled Huang Zhong Dalu, reverberating in his heart repeatedly.

Regardless of past and present lives, he still seems to be in love.It turned out that someone had taught him to keep a thin line, and he had saved up all the meager feelings and put them on one person, but the love was as deep as the sea.

Only Han Muchun, only Han Muchun.