There's something wrong with my master.

However, after getting along with Yun Changsheng, who practiced the Supreme Forgetfulness, the confidence in his heart was gradually eroded.

Even she didn't know how long she could hold on.

She can wait for thousands or tens of thousands of years, but what about millions or tens of millions of years?

"It's me who's here today, and now that he's here too, then of course I can make the calculation." The divine hexagram drove the compass in his hand.

In the rustling sound.

The pale eyes were reflected into gold by the runes on the compass.

After a moment, his originally calm expression became more serious and his brows were tightly furrowed.

He calmed himself, passed his fingers through the golden light on the compass, and moved quickly.

Pictures flickered one after another.

Blood, corpses all over the ground, men and women holding swords.

The compass turns and time continues to move forward, trying to find the end of this couple.

However, the next moment, the compass that had been turning suddenly got stuck.

The rustling sound stopped.

The final scene was a pale scene with a pair of eyes that blocked out the sun.

One eye is black and the other is white, gazing at all living beings.

"It seems that I have no chance with this sword."

Seeing those eyes that covered the sky and the sun, Shen Gua put away the compass without hesitation and sat aside calmly.

Fortune tellers always say that the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed.

Since it involves Him, there is no need to calculate further.

After spending so much time and effort to calculate it, if the result cannot be made public, it is all in vain.

The Xueyun Sword that escaped the disaster found a scabbard from somewhere.

After the flying sword was sheathed, it was tightly attached to Yun Changsheng's back, for fear that it would be captured by Lin Xi again.

"Can you calculate it but not tell it?" Lin Xi ignored the cowardly sword and asked the divine hexagram.

"Indeed." Shen Gua nodded.

"understood."

Lin Xi grabbed Yun Changsheng's hand, the space in front of him shattered, and he was ready to leave.

It can be calculated but not said.

That means that speaking out this hexagram would be dangerous to the divine hexagram.

There are only a few people in this world who can threaten the divine hexagram. Besides them...

Before she left, she glanced at the sky outside the window, as if she were a diviner.

But why did the situation between her and Yun Changsheng and his wife become so complicated?

"Why don't you go back to the mountain?" Yun Changsheng asked calmly.

The shattered space in front of him had closed up, and what came into view was not Four Seasons Mountain, but an unfamiliar town.

Pedestrians passed by each other and automatically avoided the two of them.

"I told you I'd let you witness the greatness of love!"

"In the face of love, all difficulties and dangers can be overcome."

Lin Xi smiled mysteriously, then took Yun Changsheng to the roof of a academy and sat there quietly.

Yun Changsheng was silent for a while, and then said what Shen Gua had complained in his heart before.

"Madam, do you intend to make a cultivator who has cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness understand love?"

"..."

Chapter 175: I hope that Master Erliangrou will like his disciple's filial piety

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

It is definitely impossible to talk about feelings with someone who has cultivated the supreme state of forgetfulness of emotions.

It's like trying to reason with a possessed person; you're definitely going to lose.

A man and a woman were sitting together on the roof.

Time has left no traces on their faces.

Although Yun Changsheng was quiet in the past, his overall temperament was still a bit eccentric when he was with people he was familiar with.

After going through all kinds of things and practicing the supreme state of forgetfulness, his erratic temperament was smoothed out and became calm and cold.

Now sitting together with Lin Xi, regardless of their cultivation levels, just judging by their temperaments, it is hard to tell who is the master and who is the disciple.

Maybe this is the price of growing up.

Finally I became the person I once envied.

Yun Changsheng once wanted to become a cultivator like his master, who would not be moved or disturbed by anything.

The world can be within reach and thousands of miles away in an instant.

At that time, he also argued with Lin Xi that if he encountered injustice again, he would take up his sword and uphold justice.

Lin Xi said to Li Yue that Li Yue was very lucky.

If she had arrived at Four Seasons Mountain a hundred years later, Yun Changsheng would not have had the slightest curiosity and would have let her be teleported away in the mountain maze on the first night.

Now this sentence has come true.

If the one on the mountain now is not the reincarnation of Qiankun Realm, he is still the ordinary Li Yue.

Even if she hit her head, the people on the mountain would not care.

Time is like a cycle.

When I was young, I envied adults. When I grew up, I envied the carefree childhood.

After Lin Xi reached the Divine Transformation Stage, her master ascended to heaven.

At that time, Lin Xi was in charge of Four Seasons Mountain.

Having gotten rid of all the shackles, she once jumped out, running all over the mountains and fields, doing whatever she wanted.

As time passed, after years of baptism, he understood clearly what he wanted and became the Lin Xi who was devoted to practicing Taoism.

"Are you planning to play rogue with me?"

On the roof, Lin Xi leaned her head against Yun Changsheng's arms, and rubbed her cheek against Yun Changsheng's chest through his moon-white robe.

She felt the man's heartbeat and the light in his heart, and said with a smile, "You won't be able to reason with me."

"But talking about feelings with you." She raised her head and drew circles on Yun Changsheng's chest with her beautiful slender jade fingers.

"I might actually be able to talk to you about feelings."

"At least you still remember what it feels like to love someone, right?"

She pointed at the light in her heart and smiled mischievously.

"And if I prove that love is really helpful for spiritual practice, don't you really want to give it a try?"

She immediately grasped Tai Shang Wang Qing's logic.

If Old Man Feng would really give up his obsession with teaching for love, he would ascend to the immortal world.

She didn't believe that Yun Changsheng, who was devoted to cultivation, would not be moved.

If Yun Changsheng really loses his mind at that time, he might try to use love to promote his cultivation.

Then the only person I can talk to is Lin Xi.

A little bit of status is still status.

Lin Duoduo is no longer here.

In the light of that lamp, the bright red on the woman's brow was just an embellishment, but now she was the only person that Yun Changsheng could still be moved by.

Yun Changsheng looked at the sky in silence.

Blue sky and white clouds.

There are dark tiles all around.

For more than a year, he has not been able to practice in peace and quiet.

Lin Xi often drags him around, saying that she wants to take him to witness the birth of a great love...

Since the two of them only knew that Old Man Feng had studied in a college, there was a Mr.

As for the rest, nothing is clear.

It's not even clear whether the gentleman is a man or a woman.

So I tried to figure out whether Mr. Feng's father had any descendants.

After finding the descendants of Mr. Old Man Feng through deduction, they made up a story about a teacher-student love affair and implanted it into the memories of that gentleman's descendants.

When this bizarre story became a hot topic in the town, the events of that year were gradually dug up.

Where did old man Feng study back then?

Who were the people in the academy back then?

Who had the best relationship with Old Man Feng back then?

Was the husband of old man Feng a man or a woman?

Combining these scattered pieces of information together, another story about a senior and a junior brother emerges.

This story is much more true.

The young junior sister protected her weak senior brother.

When she grew up, the little sister hid in the dark and made contributions silently.

For the sake of his senior brother, he cut off his path to immortality, robbed the rich to help the poor, and went up the mountain to become a bandit until he turned into a pile of bones.

However, in this story, only the part where the young sister protected the weak brother is true.

The following is the story that Yun Changsheng developed based on this condition and the information that the group of archaeologists found out...

Maybe the junior sister just felt sorry for old man Feng so she helped him out.

As for love and hate, how could she, who was so young, understand so much?

Maybe they really loved each other, but after growing up and separating, they went with the flow in the chaotic world and finally found a relatively stable place to get married.

From then on, she took care of her husband and children.

As for those who donated to Feng Laotou Academy back then, it could be his husband or his fellow apprentices.

Of course, this story could also be completely true.

But the probability is quite low.

After all, it's just a story I made up.

"It's fake, it's just fake after all." Yun Changsheng said casually as he listened to the sound of reading aloud in the academy.

Lin Xi nestled in Yun Changsheng's arms, her slender hands around the man's waist. She sniffed and said something indifferent.

"It doesn't matter if it's fake. I told you, half-truths are the best to deceive."

"As long as his love for Junior Sister is genuine in the end, that's fine."

"And I cultivate Taixu."

"As long as many people believe that this story is true, it will become more and more true."

“When the protagonist of a story believes in the story to some extent, then even if a great person who has transcended the tribulation comes here to deduce it, the result of the deduction will be exactly the same as the story.”