The Ten Directions of Heaven and Earth

The melodious singing and the slow paddle gradually swayed on the misty lake.

Finally, the shadow of the boat came closer, but the man rowing the boat at the bow was a white-bearded man wearing a bamboo hat, with a warm smile on his face, singing lyrics, and getting closer to the lake shore.

Xiao Chen recognized at a glance that the white-bearded old man on the boat was the old man who first realized the artistic conception of returning to simplicity and truth more than ten years ago on the edge of Taihu Lake.

"Old sir, it's been more than ten years and you're fine."

"Oh? Young man, have we met before?"

The old man smiled warmly. As he spoke, he drove the boat slowly towards the lake. Xiao Chen said, "On the shore of Taihu Lake that day, the old man lent me a fishing rod, but don't you remember?" ?”

"Oh, I remember, I remember... I haven't seen you for more than ten years. At first, my little brother never heard of aging, but now his hair is as white as snow."

The old man was still smiling, and when he spoke, the boat was gradually getting closer to the shore. Xiao Chen said, "There are so many worries in this world, who can be at peace?"

The old man said, "It's hard to ask for anything, but it's joy to ask for nothing. Little brother, you and I are destined. Why not today, I will take you to swim around Taihu Lake for another day."

"In that case, then there is Mr. Lao."

Xiao Chen raised his sleeves slightly and boarded the boat gently. The old man rowed the famous oars. In the melodious singing, the boat slowly sailed towards the center of the lake.

The whole Taihu Lake is very big, and it is March now. Thousands of branches are blooming on the lakeside, and among the green bushes, there are pavilions and waterside pavilions. If you see it, even if the kite flies to the sky, if you come here, you will definitely look at the lake. Rest your heart.

In the center of the lake, there is a small island with a square pavilion built on it. There is still a game of chess in the pavilion, and a Yao Qin is placed on the side of the chessboard.

The qin was a Fanqin, so it was not as good as Fuxi's guqin, but the sound was still good. Xiao Chen sat down cross-legged and slowly played the qin.

Bursts of piano music swayed the smoke waves on the lake and floated out. Accompanied by the old man's singing, there was a poetic artistic conception in the world.

Therefore, in the past three days, Xiao Chen visited Taihu Lake with the old man, either playing the piano or playing chess in the pavilion. Sometimes he also went to the market in the city, listened to people singing in the shops, and drank tea with people on the street. Play chess.

During these three days, Xiao Chen calmed down, realized the feelings of this mortal world, and even gradually forgot that he was the Lord of Wuyu Heaven, and why he came here, and in this mortal world, there was no People recognized him as the famous Desireless Heavenly Lord.

On the fourth day, Xiao Chen still went to Taihu Lake to enjoy the scenery of the lake with the old man. At dusk, he played chess in the pavilion. After a game, he played the piano again.

On this day, the sound of the piano attracted two people, and those two people were the brother and sister Xiao Chen met in the restaurant a few days ago.

"Brother, look, there is someone in the pavilion in the middle of the lake. It's the person that day!"

The girl was full of joy and pointed to the small island in the middle of the lake. The man named Su Zijin next to her was concentrated at this time. His eyes fell not on Xiao Chen, but on the old man with white beard. He muttered "That person..."

"Brother, let's go there quickly!"

The girl chuckled, and without waiting for the man to answer, she started her Qing Kung Fu, tapped the water with her toes, and flew towards the island in the middle of the lake.

Su Zijin came to his senses and stretched out his hand, "Little sister! Don't rush into the seniors on the island." After saying that, he immediately started Qinggong and chased after him.

"Haha! I see you again!"

The girl landed lightly on the island, but regardless of disturbing the sound of the other party's piano, she smiled at Xiao Chen and looked at the white-bearded old man in the pavilion, "Hey, old uncle, do you know this little brother?"

"Knowing, knowing..."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, his face was very amiable. Su Zijin also landed on the island behind him and bowed his hand to the old man in the pavilion. "Junior Su Zijin, my sister is naughty and disturbs the elegance of my senior and this brother Wuchen." ,Feel sorry……"

Su Zijin never thought that in this mortal world, there would really be hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The old man in front of him had no trace of a cultivator and looked like an ordinary old man. However, how could he really be an ordinary person?

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and said, "So you two know each other. Although the world of mortals is vast, meeting each other is fate. Why don't you two come and sit down in the pavilion to talk."

"Okay, okay!"

The girl didn't accept life at all. She came to the pavilion and listened to Xiao Chen playing the piano for a while. After a while, she saw the birds on the shore flying around the pavilion, cheering and even a bold yellow bird. , landed on Xiao Chen's shoulder, chirping non-stop.

"Wow……"

The girl blinked her big, watery eyes, with a look of surprise on her face. She didn't expect that in this mortal world, there would be someone who could play the piano so beautifully and attract hundreds of birds to make peace with her.

It is said that Donghua Immortal Lord of the Xianqiong Sect is unparalleled in musical attainments, and his disciples Yeyue and Yunhua are even more proficient in his true inheritance. But come to think of it, even Yeyue and Yunhua If you come in person, that's probably nothing more than that, right?

For a while, the girl gradually became intoxicated by listening to it. It was not until the end of the song that she slowly woke up and saw Xiao Chen slowly raising his palm. The yellow bird on his shoulder jumped lightly and landed on his palm. , not surprised at all.

This time, the girl was even more surprised. Xiao Chen slowly stretched out his hand to her. The girl carefully held the yellow bird in her hands and gently stroked the smooth feathers of the yellow bird, for fear of hurting her wings.

"It turns out that little brother plays the piano so beautifully. By the way, I didn't tell you that day that my name is Su Wei..."

A cool breeze blew from the lake, but Su Zijin beside him remained silent, thinking that the artistic conception in his piano was empty and profound, but it was still difficult to conceal... an indescribable loneliness.

Who is he...?

At dusk, the lake reflected the sunset and turned golden. Su Wei stood up and saw the boat docked by the island, and said excitedly, "The sun is setting, or... let's go boating?"

Xiao Chen stood up, handed the Yao Qin back to the old man, and said, "I won't go there anymore. I'll come back to see the senior tomorrow." After that, he went outside the pavilion, tapped his feet lightly, and started Qinggong to go further. Went up to the lakeside.

In the past few days, he had been immersed in the mortal world and even forgotten his identity. It was not until the arrival of the Su family brothers and sisters just now that he suddenly remembered that he was still the Lord of Wuyu Heaven and did not belong to this mortal world.

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On the fifth day, the sixth day, and the seventh day, Xiao Chen still went to Taihu Island every day. The Su family brother and sister were no longer there, but the old man was sitting in the pavilion, playing chess alone.

"senior."

Xiao Chen entered the pavilion and said hello to the old man. The old man smiled and said, "How is it? What have you realized in the mortal world these days?"

"Thanks to the guidance of my senior, I have benefited a lot in the past few days."

Xiao Chen slightly arched his hands, then looked towards the vast misty lake, and said, "It's just that the rivers and lakes are so big, far beyond what is in front of you, and the world is full of things, and it's not even seven days."

Obviously, he has learned a lot in the mortal world in the past few days, but he has not yet experienced the life, old age, illness and death of mortals. If he has been in this mortal world, he will realize the day when he can return to basics and return to his true nature. However, this time is too long for him. If it grows long, it may be as short as ten years or as long as a hundred years.

And if some people or things appear in the middle, they can immediately break him out of this mortal world, such as meeting the Su family brothers and sisters yesterday.

If during this period, he hears about Wuyutian, Xuanqingmen, Lingxu Realm, or anything related to cultivation, his mortal heart will be broken, and then everything will turn into a dream again.

"Not bad……"

The old man stroked his beard and nodded, and said, "My little friend must have understood what it means to abandon the sage and abandon the wisdom, and return to simplicity."

Xiao Chen had already expected that this old man must be an extraordinary person. When he heard him express his doubts in his heart, he believed that the other person must have reached the mysterious state of returning to simplicity. This time, he was here to By the way, he said, "I hope seniors can give me some pointers."

The old man smiled and said, "Although there are kites flying in the sky and looking at the peak to rest their hearts, my little friend is destined to be an extraordinary person. Since he is an extraordinary person, even if he is in this mortal world for a while, it is difficult to live in this mortal world for the rest of his life." The slightest breeze blowing by during this time can make the little friend’s heart stir again.”

Hearing this, Xiao Chen was even more shocked. Sure enough, the old man in front of him had seen through everything. Although he had been immersed in the mortal world these days, as long as he heard anything related to the world of cultivation, he would Wake up immediately.

After all, I can't do it like a real mortal, because I have already been burdened with too much. How can I rest my mind?

The old man smiled softly and continued, "My little friend is burdened with too much. If you can let go of all this, you may be able to understand and return to basics."

"Let go of everything..."

Xiao Chen's expression condensed slightly. At this moment, he immediately understood what the old man in front of him meant. Now that he was the Lord of Wuyu Tian, ​​he wanted to let go of all this, and even to dissipate all his cultivation in this mortal world. Only when you are like a real mortal can you truly understand the artistic conception of returning to simplicity.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Yes, it seems that my little friend has understood that it will take a hundred years to return to basics."

Xiao Chen slowly came back to his senses. Even if he lost all his cultivation, it would still take a hundred years to experience life and death...

A hundred years is really too long...

Even if he had returned to his true nature at that time, or had become a saint and no longer suffered the backlash of life and death, what was the use?

A hundred years later, things have changed, and Weiyang is no longer here. What's the use of being alone, even if he becomes an immortal at that time!

"There is nothing you can do about fate. Is everything just fate?"

Xiao Chen took two steps back. At this moment, he suddenly felt empty in his heart. Although he had realized the unique artistic conception of immortality, his cultivation would only stop here, unless he could understand the next level of artistic conception. Otherwise, there is no way to improve your cultivation.

But if you want to understand the next level of artistic conception, you can only follow what the old man said, change your cultivation, spend a hundred years, return to simplicity in this mortal world, and understand the cycle of life and death.

Apart from this, is there no other way?

wrong……

At this moment, Xiao Chen suddenly thought of something again, the artistic conception of immortality and immortality... What he understood was the artistic conception of immortality and immortality, not the reincarnation conception of the way of heaven that ordinary people understand!

When the old man saw that he had some realization, he smiled sternly, "Have you already thought of it, little friend?"