After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 167 The Real Past

But he didn't feel depressed, and he didn't feel that Xiao Zhihan was thinking about him as useless, and couldn't worry about him.

Instead, he became a little envious of Hou Jun, who was able to complete the task alone.

Then, by the way, I remembered the story of the fifth senior brother.

"Seventh Junior Sister, Master shouldn't have told you about Fifth Senior Brother?"

Yun Weixian shook his head: "No, why, is there anything special about it?"

She only stayed in Ruoshui Pavilion for a few days, and Mo Yu didn't like to gossip with her at all, so he just talked about what should be said.

Ning Qingyuan thought for a while before saying: "It's a bit special... I heard that the master met the fifth senior brother in the dense forest outside the valley. Although the fifth senior brother was only eleven or twelve years old at that time, he was already grown up." He looks like a teenager, taller and thinner than his peers, and then he looks like he has walked a long, long way, and he seems to have been hungry for a long time."

"The special thing is that the fifth senior brother doesn't remember the past at all, and he doesn't remember where his hometown is or who his parents are. He only remembers the word Hou Jun. And, he still remembers that he has been away for about five or six months. , but have eaten everything that can be eaten."

"It stands to reason that even though he looks older than his actual age, he is still at the age of being abducted, and he always walks into the mountains and forests, so why would he encounter some man-eating beasts? But he was stunned. It was all the way to Mausoleum City, outside the Ruoshui Pavilion, where Master met and took him in."

While talking, Ning Qingyuan couldn't help showing a sigh: "Seventh Junior Sister, do you think this is a special kind of fate?"

Such an encounter is somewhat bizarre when it is applied to others, but for some reason, when it is applied to Hou Jun, Yun Weixian feels for no reason that this seems to be something that can only happen to him.

Although I don't know the way forward, and I don't know what the goal is, but I can persevere with all my heart, and I am not afraid of all obstacles.

Such a person is not particularly suitable for cultivating the piano, but it may not be impossible to cultivate to the point where it is difficult for others to reach.

There may be some contradictions, but cultivating Taoism, which is so random and extremely mysterious, is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Yun Weixian nodded his head as approval, then raised his eyebrows involuntarily and said: "I think you guys have some stories."

"Maybe," Ning Qingyuan recalled, "He didn't want to talk too much about the elder brother, and the second senior sister and the third senior sister never mentioned anything before the entry. I was just very ordinary. The master who was traveling abroad found it by accident, and then took it back with him."

He is not a rootless grass, or an abandoned baby who broke his ties and entered the fairy gate. How can he be carried by just the word "common"?

Yun Weixian looked at him, and didn't ask any further questions, but only showed nostalgia: "I was picked up by Master when I was still in my infancy, and at that time... the three of us depended on each other. I thought I could live forever. I have been walking for a long time, but I never thought that even if I entered the sect of cultivation and realized the way of longevity, there would be a day of parting in life and death."

This is the first time she has mentioned her real past.

Ning Qingyuan listened for a while, and didn't ask her stupidly, where is her master, and who is the other of the three.

After all, the four words of life and death already explained everything.

At this moment, Yun Weixian doesn't look like that Seventh Junior Sister, nor does she look like that formidable person who is far away from them.

It's just the one who was left behind, grieving alone, remembering the old man.

No, it seems that she is also the one who died, and someone else is right for the living.

Before Ning Qingyuan could think about what to say, suddenly, thick fog suddenly appeared around the two of them, rushing towards their position little by little, as if to engulf them both.

(End of this chapter)