The only way

Chapter 429 Let's go with the wind
Of course, Zhenjun Duanyi didn't tell Lingchu these words.

Seeing that Lingchu was obviously relieved and the boredom on his face had gone a lot, he smiled and asked about Lingchu's experience in Luoyao City these years.

Hearing Master's question, Lingchu was silent for a moment, then slowly began to talk about his experiences over the years.

Without going into too much detail, and without going into great detail, Lingchu quickly recounted the events of the past ten years.

Senior brother Jiao Zheng, senior Li Duanyang, Chaomu Town, Linyuan City, the Stele of Rebirth, Mo Huai, senior brother Yun Haotian, Shen Wenzhou, and old friends who reunited.

Lingchu carefully recalled the ten years in Luoyao City, and unconsciously remembered a lot, and found that he had experienced a lot.

Zhenjun Duanyi has been listening to Lingchu's narration quietly all the time, never interrupting Lingchu's narration, just listening.

Listening to Lingchu, talking about the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs of those ten years.

When Lingchu talked about Mo Huai, Yun Haotian and Shen Wenzhou, his tone was obviously much lower, and he sighed slightly in his heart.

Quietly listening to what Lingchu had said, Zhenjun Duanyi patted Lingchu's shoulder lightly, and asked, "Lingchu, do you know how long is the lifespan of a foundation-building cultivator?"

What is the lifespan of a foundation-building monk?

Lingchu looked up at Zhenjun Duanyi in a daze. Although she didn't understand why Master asked such a simple question, she still answered it obediently.

"Master, the lifespan of a foundation-builder cultivator is two hundred."

"So, what about the Golden Core cultivator?"

"Four hundred years of life."

"Where is the Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"You can live for a thousand years."

"Then, do you think that you will always be a foundation cultivator?" Zhenjun Duanyi neither nodded nor shook his head to Lingchu's answer, but instead asked Lingchu such a question.

"...No." Lingchu only paused for a moment, and then firmly answered Zhenjun Duanyi.

"Then, do you think that you will never break through the Nascent Soul Realm?" Zhenjun Duanyi continued to ask.

"No." This time, Lingchu replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Zhenjun Duanyi smiled lightly, with a deep smile in his eyes.

"Then, do you think that all monks in the world can break through to Foundation Establishment, Golden Core and Nascent Soul?" asked another question.

"...No." Lingchu seemed to understand why Master asked her these questions.

"So, Lingchu, do you think there will be someone who can accompany you on this path of cultivation?"

"No." Lingchu lowered his eyes, and his voice was soft and clear.

Zhenjun Duanyi touched Lingchu's smooth green hair, and said with a smile, "Yes, my dear apprentice, this road of cultivation is destined to be a lonely road. You are still young, and the death and parting you see are too far away. Little, that's why I care so much."

Lingchu frowned, with deep doubts flashing in his eyes, he looked up at Zhenjun Duanyi, "Master, do you think the longer you live, the less you care about those feelings?"

"Stupid apprentice, it's not that you don't care." Zhenjun Duanyi rarely restrained his casualness and sharpness, and his whole body was calm and gentle. "It's about learning to let go."

Since the heart is high and the ambition is at the peak, it is doomed that some people will gradually drift away on this road.

In this world, how many people can become immortals?
Those who have achieved the Golden Core Nascent Soul have passed by countless passers-by in the course of hundreds of thousands of years, and most of these passers-by have not been able to achieve the same achievement of the Golden Core Nascent Soul. The same is countless.

Put it all in your heart, it's just a heart, there's not enough to grieve.

Zhenjun Duanyi knew that his young disciples were all excellent in mind and understanding, but to a monk, a few dozen years old was nothing more than a teenager.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

Even if it is a hundred steelmaking, it still takes a thousand hammers.

In the main hall, there was no sound for a long time, only two shallow breaths remained.

Lingchu pursed his lips, then raised his head and smiled lightly at Zhenjun Duanyi, "Master, thank you."

Zhenjun Duanyi is actually a very good master. There are very few Nascent Soul cultivators, or in other words, very few masters who are willing to break down the truth in such a detailed way and tell their disciples to listen to it.

After all, in the world of comprehension, it is actually very practiced, and the so-called master leads the door to practice on the individual.

How could he slowly unravel his disciples like this.

Seeing the clarity and transparency of Lingchu's eyes, Zhenjun Duanyi narrowed his phoenix pupils in satisfaction, and the calm and soft look on his face disappeared instantly. The next moment, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Lingchu with a smile. Fair and tender little face.

"Oh, I just saw Feng He moved his hand. Master, I have already had itchy hand. Well, it is really slippery, white and tender, and it feels good."

As soon as Zhenjun Duanyi spoke like this, the original dull and solemn atmosphere in the hall instantly disappeared without a trace.

The emotion that was brewing in the center of Lingchu's eyes was also shattered in an instant.

"Master!" Lingchu stretched out his hands, covered his cheeks, and looked at Zhenjun Duanyi accusingly.

Zhenjun Duanyi didn't care about the grievances and accusations on his little apprentice's face, his long eyebrows were raised, and his phoenix eyes were full of smiles, "Okay, good apprentice, just remember them in your heart, time is the most ruthless , and the most long-term love, you, don't get stuck in the same place, then don't say you are my apprentice of Duanyi when you go out."

Years are ruthless, but also love.

Time will take away everything, but it will always leave everything in the long river of everyone's memory.

Leave the sadness where it is, and those who walk still have to move forward.

Lingchu looked at his master, Zhenjun Duanyi, with crooked eyebrows and smiling eyes.

When Lingchu left the main hall of Taiqing Mountain, Qing Kong, who had had a great time with the cranes, had obediently waited at the entrance of the main hall.

Qingkong stretched out her big tiger paw in a happy mood, gently fiddled with a pale pink flower in front of her eyes, felt the moment the master came out, and quickly looked up.

At this glance, Qingkong tilted his head in confusion.

It felt that the master seemed to be different.

This idea just flashed for a moment, and the next moment, Qingkong happily shrunk down again, turned into a cat, and jumped lightly onto Lingchu's shoulder.

The little furry head rubbed against Lingchu's cheek, and the pupils of different colors shone with joy.

It doesn't know where the master has become different, but it feels that the master has become better this way.

Clear Sky is pure and simple.

Lingchu didn't know Qingkong's thoughts, but felt that the invisible shackles on her body, or the heavy feelings, were all relaxed in an instant.

The Dao Heart, which is invisible and intangible, has also become more transparent.

Sad when you should be sad, happy when you should be happy, let the rest go with the wind.

(End of this chapter)