After going down the mountain, the full-level boss made his fortune by fortune-telling

Chapter 267 Why Did She Cry?
Daoist Baiyin, who was supposed to attain enlightenment and become an immortal, was supposed to be free, has become a fairy.

According to the last wish of the real person, Sun Yan buried her at the foot of a mountain in the outskirts of Nanling City. There was no monument or grave, but he paid homage to her privately. He also kept a vigil for her for three days without eating or drinking.

After the vigil was over, Sun Yan returned to the Taoist temple, and when he met Master, the first thing he said was.

"Master, this disciple wants to leave the master's school and go out to make a living by himself."

"Have you thought it through?"

"I have already figured it out. I am not a material for cultivating Taoism. My teacher's family is poor, and I yearn for prosperity."

"If you stay stubborn, you will regret it sooner or later."

Sun Yan knelt on the ground and said solemnly.

"Teacher, you won't regret it."

Speaking of this, the senior brother standing aside said something coldly.

"You learned the skills of our sect. If you want to leave now, then you have to waste your cultivation before leaving!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could react, Sun Yan raised his hand and slapped his own Tianling Gai, which directly crippled his cultivation for half his life, spit out a mouthful of blood, Sun Yan slowly got up and walked towards Go outside.

"Today, if you step out of the teacher's door, you will cut off your friendship with me in the future, and you will have nothing to do with it."

After a slight pause in his footsteps, he supported him against the wall, and finally stepped out of the door and left the mountain.

Since then, Sun Yan has been wandering in this world, seeing all the rivers, lakes and seas in this world, and finally found a familiar atmosphere in a strange city.

A daughter was born in the Li family, named Li Xuanwei.

On that day, the sun was shining brightly without clouds for thousands of miles, and there was a faint golden dragon rolling and cruising in the sky. In the next second, rain fell from the sky, and dragons chanted bursts of thunder, attracting everyone's attention.

Sun Yan was one step ahead, secretly took the child away, and then hid her in a deep mountain, taking advantage of that outstanding person to hide himself.

A few years later, the girl was able to hold a heavy mahogany sword.

On the top of the cliff, the little child was waving the mahogany sword in his hand over and over again. His hair was already soaked in sweat, and his eyes were foggy. He could faintly hear the immature but powerful shouts. Choking and aggrieved.

The white-haired old Taoist priest was leaning against the big tree, holding a wooden ruler more than one meter long and three feet wide in his hand, and sternly scolded the girl.

"The effort just now was too light, practice a hundred times more!"

The girl's movements were already exhausted, her small and thin arms trembled slightly, sweat rolled down her fair and tender cheeks, and her dark eyes were filled with deep grievances. live.

"Master, I can't hold on anymore."

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on! Legs and arms, don't shake!"

The doll, who was almost as tall as a sword, finally couldn't help crying.

This is the first time she has cried. Watery tears welled up in her dark eyes, her pink face became more rosy, and her small shriveled mouth trembled and choked from time to time. Even so, her movements were still correct. Li's sword still dare not put down.

"why cry?"

"Master, I'm too tired."

"Persevere when you're tired."

"I can't stand it anymore."

"Can't hold on anymore? Isn't it good to hold on now? If you have the strength to cry, it's better to save your strength and hold on for a while."

In this way, the little girl shed tears while insisting on finishing the remaining half stick of incense.

In the end, she could only lie on the ground facing the sky, panting heavily, and she didn't even have the energy to cry, so she could only stare at the clouds above her head with aggrieved eyes, and shed tears silently.

At this time, Master would sit beside her and hand her a jug of water.

"It's four years old, why are you crying again?"

"I didn't cry."

"Then what's that on your face?"

"sweat."

The old Taoist shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, wipe off your sweat, drink some water, and continue practicing later."

"Master, why should I practice?"

The somewhat resentful little girl asked such a question in a childish voice.

The old Taoist smiled, took a sip of his wine and sighed.

"Practice, practice well, you will become a fairy sooner."

"What does it mean to become a fairy?"

"Find the avenue, set foot on the outer sky, and be a god at ease."

The little girl turned her face to look at the sky, frowning faintly.

"Then I don't want to be a fairy anymore."

"Really don't want to?"

"Well, I don't want to go to the weather, I want to stay here and stay with Master."

The old Taoist smiled heartily.

"Okay, stay here and stay with Master."

"Then master, if I don't become a god, then I don't need to practice?"

"If you don't want to be a god, you have to practice more. If you practice well, no one can force you to become a god."

The little girl pouted even more unhappy.

The old Taoist reached out his hand helplessly, touched her head, and said earnestly.

"Wei Wei, Master hopes that you can do what you want to do, but before that, you have to work harder and be able to protect yourself well."

The little girl looked at Master ignorantly.

"Master, you will protect me."

"Master can't protect you forever. There are people who are more powerful than Master. What if they want to force you to do something you don't like? Wei Wei, when you have the ability to control your own life, Master will not force you. .”

"At that time, I will also protect Master."

The old Taoist nodded with a smile, pinching the little girl's face with rough hands, and his tone relaxed again.

"Well, Master is still waiting for you to take care of me, so get up and continue practicing after you rest!"

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Memories unfolded before my eyes.

The figure of the old Taoist priest slowly disappeared into the golden light.

Hey, it would be great if we could go back to Wei Wei’s childhood.

He must tell her.

Master will protect Weiwei well, and will protect Weiwei for the rest of his life.

I only hope that it is not too late, that Wei Wei can truly understand what is the most precious in this world.

Real Baiyin's regret, the old Taoist doesn't want it to happen to Weiwei.

Now, he has done everything he can do.

The rest of the road can only be covered by Wei Wei alone.

When the catastrophe comes, sacrifice your body to the sky. Although your body is meager, like an ant, this is the last thing the master can do for his disciples.

At this time, Li Xuanwei, who was cultivating on the top of the mountain, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her heart. The pain, like being pricked by a needle, came so fast and suddenly that she was unprepared.

After this feeling disappeared, Li Xuanwei suddenly opened his eyes, walked out of the hut and looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds in the sky. For a moment, there was a feeling of emptiness in his heart.

She covered her heart, her face pale.

"Master..."

what happened to you?
Li Xuanwei raised his head slowly, and touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

Lowering his head, looking at the glistening drops of water on his fingertips, Li Xuan blinked slightly in a daze, followed by another drop of water slipping from the corner of his eyes, just right on his wrist.

what is this?
Is it tears?
Why is she crying?
(End of this chapter)