I am going to live forever in the world of mortals

Chapter 18 Today I Know That I Am Me...

In the void...

By the pond in Guanzhong's backyard, the white crane combed its feathers with its beak dipped in water, like a little girl who likes to dress up cleanly...

And Ning Zizhen was in the quiet room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, reading through the notes full of annotations, miscellaneous talks, and the "The Law of Seizing the Foundation" whose pages had been turned over...

On the Cold Mountain Trail…

Zhang Yangming held the captured brothers and sisters in his hands, he used lightness kung fu to leap forward, like a black shadow that couldn't touch the ground, and quickly returned to Taixu Temple.

When he arrived at the backyard of Guanzhong, he saw that the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was open, his expression changed, and he thought to himself that some thieves came here to steal wild food?

His face was gloomy and cold, with murderous intent looming in his eyes, his figure seemed to have shifted shape, and he appeared in front of the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation within a few steps.

When he saw a female crown in his quiet room, his heart skipped a beat, inexplicably feeling that the female crown's back was somewhat familiar.

And when he lost his mind, Ning Zizhen also turned around and looked at him and the two people he was carrying in his hands, with an unexplainable emotion brewing in his eyes.

"Brother, are you safe?"

"Zi... Junior Sister Zizhen..."

Zhang Yangming couldn't help breathing when he saw the face of the female crown, even Zhang Xiuyuan and Zhang Miaoshan, who had been holding it in their hands all the time, unintentionally let go of their hands.

"Why are you here... why are you here..."

He took a few steps back as if struck by lightning, like a mouse that had only seen the light and wanted to escape, but found that the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation had been closed by himself when he just entered.

The closed door is just like the door of his heart, the inside and outside of the door link two worlds...

He wanted to open the door with a look of panic on his face, but his withered hands trembled uncontrollably and froze in front of the door, as if what he saw was not the door, but another self...

His complexion was tangled, half grim, half miserable, even the bloodshot eyes that had subsided reappeared.

He knew that if he opened this door and chose to escape, there would really be no way out.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Ning Zizhen seemed to be reminded of the past, and asked with a half-crying and half-smiling voice: "Brother, do you not want to see me, or do you not want to see yourself?"

Zhang Yangming held the door with one hand, covered his face with the other and coughed, as if he didn't want her to see that his face was already twisted into a ball.

Time is like reincarnation, and fate seems to have played a joke on them...

The brothers and sisters who fell in love with each other decades ago reunited again after many years in a way that both parties could hardly accept, but had to accept.

A person who has achieved success in practice and waited for a year in the Taoist temple, the years seem to have left no trace on his body;

A heart that is difficult to get over, who breeds evil thoughts in order to seek immortality, and is old but does not know which one is himself;
"Both... both of them..."

Zhang Yangming closed his eyes tremblingly, and when he opened them again, his face was full of loneliness and misery.

He turned around to look at the white moonlight coming towards him, and wanted to learn how he looked back then, but for a moment he forgot what he was like back then.

His various thoughts finally turned into a long sigh. With a bitter face, he asked in a hoarse voice: "It's been a long time since I've been away for so many years, will Junior Sister come here all right?"

Seeing him looking at him, Ning Zizhen seemed to understand something, and smiled meaningfully: "Better than yesterday."

"..."

Zhang Yangming lost his mind when he heard the words.

In his mind, he thought of the year when he was high-spirited and high-spirited, and he had just entered the Houtian realm in martial arts, but his junior sister was so stupid that he couldn't even understand a set of sword skills. He comforted that martial arts was not a day's work, as long as he was better than yesterday.

He also seemed to understand the meaning of what his junior sister said at this moment, and he felt an inexplicable urge to cry.

Xu Shi knew that at his age, and in front of his junior sister, it would be too ugly to cry, so he nodded with a bitter face, and murmured: "That's good... that's good..."

Ning Zizhen looked at him, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Brother, there is a problem that has troubled me for many years."

"ask…"

"Master has already left, and he has already reached the first sixty years. Are you still keeping that oath?"

"..."

Zhang Yangming nodded silently, then sighed and said: "This is my heart knot, I will never forget it."

"Heart Knot... Heart Knot..."

Ning Zi really knew the answer, and asked, "Brother, this knot is caused by me, can I help you untie it?"

"Can not go back…"

Zhang Yangming shook his head and sighed softly, he didn't know if he was sighing for himself, or for the junior sister in front of him, or a combination of both?
"You should go to Yuntai Mountain to practice earlier..."

As he spoke, he turned around on his own, as if he had made some kind of determination, and the blood in his eyes stained the whites of his eyes, and then he pushed open the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and stepped out. .

He stood outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, raising his head to let the sun shine on his uncertain face.

Ning Zizhen looked at his back, seemed to see his plan, and lamented: "Brother, it's not that far yet."

"It's already wrong..."

Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, Zhang Yangming felt the uncontrollable evil thoughts in his heart, the evil thoughts towards himself, his junior sister, and his disciples, suddenly chuckled and said, "You can't make the same mistake again."

After all, the true energy in his body shattered the dantian, and the meridians all over his body were broken. The pores on his body opened wide, and a blood mist spewed out...

Even with his ten-year hard-working mind, he was groaned by the pain of the Sangong, staggered on his feet, and a fine layer of cold sweat overflowed from his forehead...

"Brother!"

Seeing this, Ning Zizhen hurried over to support him, and asked with tears streaming down his face, "Why don't you believe me! Even once!!"

"I can't trust myself..."

Zhang Yangming seemed to have aged 20 years in an instant, the blood in his eyes had faded and became very cloudy, and his hair had also turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When he felt the demonic thoughts in his heart howling wantonly and insulting himself, a somewhat complacent or relieved smile appeared on his face for no reason...

"Junior sister, let you see a joke..."

Like an old man on the verge of death, he looked at his junior sister in front of him, and whispered with his lips: "My two apprentices have a deep relationship with each other, and Miao Shan is a fairy fetus with visions at birth. I have a fairy fate, please ask my junior sister to take care of me."

After all, he didn't seem to want his junior sister to see his downcast posture, so he braced himself up and got out of Ning Zizhen's support.

He waved his hand to signal his junior sister to leave, and then staggered towards the backyard of Guanzhong...

Ning Zizhen stared blankly at that stubborn figure, as if he was reunited with the intelligent and high-spirited young senior brother in his impression.

Her eyes were red, but there was a bright smile on her face, and she asked the back: "I will take care of the two nephews, what about you?"

"I?"

Zhang Yangming paused when he heard the words, and replied without turning his head: "Although I have lost my kung fu, I still have a few years to live. I have to take this opportunity to find a successor, so as to save the inheritance of Taixuguan in my hand."

Ning Zi nodded as if he had realized something, and asked with a smile at the leaving figure: "Brother, can I still come to see you?"

"Come whenever you want."

Zhang Yangming sighed and left, his back disappeared into the corner of the backyard, leaving only one sentence: "Go back quickly, I want to rest."

"..."

Bai He saw a strange old man walking into the backyard, looking at the blooming flowers here and touching the lush trees there, as if seeing this scenery for the first time.

It was startled and flew to the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, stretched its neck to rub against Ning Zizhen's hand, and whined softly, as if saying that the old man he met just now was really strange...

Ning Zizhen smiled nonchalantly, sat on the back of the crane, pinched the spirit formula with her hand, and photographed Zhang Xiuyuan and Zhang Miaoshan who were still sleeping in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to her side.

The white crane looked back and saw that there were two more people on its back, and looked it up curiously, then flapped its wings and carried the three of them to Qingming...

Ning Zizhen sat cross-legged on the back of the crane, looking down at the increasingly smaller Taixu Temple, with an inexplicable loneliness on his face.

At the same time, Zhang Yangming was also looking up at the white crane flying into Qingming, the eyes of the two seemed to meet at a certain moment...

For a long time, no trace...

"She's still so naive."

Zhang Yangming looked away and sighed softly with a smile.

He walked through the backyard, through the halls, and through every corner of Taixu Temple, as if he was nostalgic for the past, and he seemed to be saying some kind of farewell.

Finally, his footsteps landed in front of the big banyan tree in the front yard, and he reached out to touch the hanging stems...

When he saw the wishing pool not far away and the little turtle sleeping in the mouth of the stone turtle statue, he seemed to have thought of something interesting and couldn't help laughing.

"Praying pool...auspicious omen...hehehe~"

Zhang Yangming touched his body, took out a copper coin from his sleeve, and murmured: "I am not filial, I hope all the masters will forgive me."

After all, he flicked his fingers and walked away with his hands behind his back...

And the copper coin printed with the words 'Da Yuan Tong Bao' flew into the air, and then fell into the wishing pool, splashing a little water...

The drowsy little turtle seemed to have sensed something, and the head of the turtle shrank slightly...

The gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was closed again...

But in the quiet room, the candlelight fluctuated, reflecting Zhang Yangming's face from bright to dark, and his shadow from long to short.

He looked at all kinds of ancient books on martial arts and secrets of immortality on the bookshelf, at the little poems written on the wall and the "The Way of Seizing the Foundation", at the wobbling shadows, at the closed door. Where I have been for 15 years, I seem to see the magic thoughts that have troubled me for many years!

Zhang Yangming walked to the corner, picked up the sword that had been with him for many years, pulled out the scabbard, and stroked the blade gently.

Under the light of the candle, the mirror-smooth sword seemed to reflect an energetic little Taoist priest holding a sword.

He looked at the sword in his hand and sighed softly, "I just found out today that you are not me..."

"I'm not you?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the half of Zhang Yangming's face, and he said jokingly to himself, "Then who do you say I am?"

"That's not important..."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter anymore."

That half of the weird smiling face sighed, and said regretfully: "You have luck, but unfortunately you can't grasp it."

"That's not luck, that's magic..."

Zhang Yangming waved the long sword in his hand, and the oil lamp on the table was swept off by the long sword. The lamp oil was scattered on the nearby bookshelf, soaking in various ancient books, but the burning wick stood firmly on the tip of the sword. superior.

Bean-sized flames swayed on the tip of the sword...

He wiped the edge of the sword with his index finger, and a smear of bright red blood overflowed instantly. Then, using the blood as ink and fingers as pens, he drew bright red talisman seals one by one on the shining sword.

The weird smiling face on the other side froze for a moment, and suddenly asked in horror: "Zhang Yangming, what do you want to do!?"

"It's just a charge for lodging..."

Zhang Yangming murmured, and the hand that drew the talisman flicked over the tip of the sword, and the dot of fire on the tip of the sword instantly flew to the ancient book that had just been soaked in lamp oil, and burned.

The quiet room was already dry, and the ancient books on the bookshelves were connected together. After being stained with lamp oil, they formed a natural fire starter, and the fire spread to the surroundings almost instantly.

"You are crazy!!"

"You forced me to go crazy..."

Zhang Yangming sat cross-legged on the futon, turned a blind eye to the billowing black smoke and flames around him, and instead said with a smile: "I've lived in my body for so long, if you don't want to leave, then don't leave."

"you……"

Before the half of the weird smiling face could speak, he saw that the sword in Zhang Yangming's hand, which was painted with bright red talisman seals, was already glowing with blood, and it stabbed at his leg!

The force was so strong that the sword tip pierced the flesh and blood, and then it pierced the futon under him, the bluestone on the ground, and even the swaying shadow!

It nailed that leg to the ground like a nail!

A black shadow separated from his body, trying to get out of the flames like a swimming snake, but it didn't swim very far, but it seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground by some mysterious force...

"Want to leave? It's too late~"

Zhang Yangming looked at the black shadow trying to get away from him, but was pinned to the ground and struggled, with a strange smile on his face, and murmured: "Although the poor Taoist has lost his kung fu, it is the blood of pure yang that has been around for nearly 80 years." The soul-suppressing talisman drawn should still have some effect."

"Zhang Yangming! You crazy!! Crazy!!!"

"Zhang Yangming! I will lead you into the fairyland, and do things for you that you want to do but dare not do. In the end, you treat me like this? You treat me like this!?"

"You think this little trick can trap me!? Naive!"

"..."

The flames in the quiet room were raging, and thick black smoke billowed out of the window, and a black shadow drifted away with the smoke like a black snake with a severed tail...

And amidst the crackling sparks, there was a faint sigh of relief: "Take off the old shackles on your body, and today you will know... I... am... I..."

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