Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 16 Shocking news

"Gu Fei, where have you been these past few days." The green-robed Taoist was Mo Songxuan, the steward of Hualing Pavilion. When he saw Gu Fei, he stood up from behind the table a little abnormally.

"I've met Master Uncle Mo!" Gu Fei quickly took a few steps forward and saluted Mo Songxuan.

"Hey! Gu Fei, your master left seclusion two days ago." Mo Songxuan looked a little sad, which made Gu Fei feel a little uneasy.

"My master is out of seclusion, I'm going to see his old man right now!" Gu Fei turned around quickly and was about to rush out of Hualing Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan called him from behind.

"Gu Fei, your master has been released from seclusion, but..." Mo Songxuan hesitated.

Gu Fei quickly turned around and looked at Mo Songxuan. The uneasiness in his heart became more intense. He asked: "Uncle Mo, did something happen to my master? Tell me quickly!"

The way Mo Songxuan hesitated to speak made Gu Fei's heart skip a beat, and his palms became sweaty due to nervousness.

"Gu Fei, you must be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan pondered for a moment, but then he said this, looking at Gu Fei with a trace of pity.

"Could it be that..." Gu Fei's heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but take a step back. He asked with a trembling voice: "Could it be that my master..."

Mo Songxuan didn't say anything, but nodded solemnly.

His action almost caused Gu Fei to collapse. Gu Fei felt that the world in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be hit by a nine-day thunder, which made him unable to distinguish between east, west, north and south.

A line of hot tears flowed down his face, and the kind face of his master emerged in his mind. However, at this time, he and his master were separated forever. Before Master went into seclusion, he already vaguely knew that this was Master's last chance.

His master was already over one hundred and fifty years old, and his end would come at any time, but when his master really passed away, he couldn't accept it. Wan Xiancheng is no longer just a master to Gu Fei.

"Gu Fei, you have to show your condolences and accept the change!" Mo Songxuan saw that Gu Fei's face was distorted with sadness because he knew about the death of his master, and he couldn't help but comfort him.

The Supreme Being forgets his feelings and is too ruthless. In fact, people who practice Taoism generally take life and death very lightly. The more profound the Taoism, the more indifferent they are to life and death. However, Gu Fei is not a Taoist, he is a martial artist.

He has feelings, and they are very rich. Cultivating martial arts is actually cultivating people. Martial arts is also humane. The seven emotions and six desires are essentially human nature.

Since it is human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Gu Fei will not and does not need to hide his inner feelings, but vent his sorrow to his heart's content.

"Uncle Mo! When did this happen?" Gu Fei let the tears blur his eyes without reaching out to wipe them away. He asked Mo Songxuan sadly.

"Your master passed away last night. He couldn't let go of you and wanted to see you, but..." Mo Songxuan said with some emotion. Although Wan Xiancheng and he did not have the same master-brother relationship, his friendship with Wan Xiancheng was still good.

Mo Songxuan is a Taoist, and what Taoists pay attention to is to abandon the seven emotions and six desires. Although Wan Xiancheng is his senior brother, if you cannot cultivate to the realm of immortals, you will still die, but Mo Songxuan does not seem too sad. What the ascetics pay attention to is to understand the way of heaven. The way of Tao is natural. When there is life, there is death, and when there is dryness, there is prosperity. This is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth. Let nature take its course. This is the point of view of the ascetics.

"Master... this disciple is unfilial!" Gu Fei looked up to the sky and wailed, with tears streaming down his face. His appearance made the disciples around him look at him in surprise.

"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this time, Mo Songxuan took out a package and a purple stick with simple patterns engraved on it under the table.

Gu Fei suppressed his sadness and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears in his eyes. This stick looks like wood but not wood, and looks like iron but not iron. It is made of unknown materials. It looks a bit like a sword hilt and is a bit heavy to hold.

This stick-like thing, according to Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng, was obtained by the master of their lineage together with the ancient cultivation techniques. It should be something extraordinary.

However, after several generations of people in Gu Fei's lineage have tried to figure it out, they can't find anything extraordinary about this short purple stick. It is an inconspicuous thing when viewed horizontally or vertically.

"Uncle Master, where is my master buried? I want to pay my respects." Gu Fei asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sorrow.

Wan Xiancheng and Gu Fei, although they are master and apprentice, are as close as father and son. Gu Fei was extremely regretful for not seeing his master for the last time. In addition to grief, he also felt self-blame.

"Your master is buried in the Menzhong Cemetery. You can see it when you enter the cemetery." Mo Songxuan replied.

As soon as Mo Songxuan finished speaking, Gu Fei rushed out of Hualing Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to want to say something else, but in the end he didn't stop Gu Fei.

On the back mountain of Taixuanmen, halfway up the mountain, there is a special place with green grass and fragrant flowers. If it weren't for the forest of steles, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a garden.

Here is the Taixuan Sect’s cemetery, where the bones of disciples from past generations are buried. After all, not everyone can cultivate the path of immortality. When the time comes, they will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.

The entire cemetery was quiet, without a sound.

In an inconspicuous corner outside the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a low grave, motionless. He was Gu Fei.

He stood blankly from morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The setting sun was like blood, reflecting the mountains and dyeing them red. It was another sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun made the cemetery solemn and a little strange.

The low grave is inconspicuous and can be said to be very simple. There is only a tombstone, no flowers, and a simple small earth bag. The soil is new.

Who in life has no death? No matter how brilliant you are, you are still a mediocre person. In the end, you are just a pile of loess, without any difference. If a person dies and the light goes out, who will remember, and who will remember that such a person once existed in this world?
  The essence of cultivation is actually to defy heaven. Whether practicing martial arts or Taoism, you are fighting against heaven for your life. If you succeed, you will enjoy a long life; if you fail, you will disappear from heaven and earth, and everything will disappear.

Although the ascetics say they are obeying the destiny, but at the same time they are complying with the destiny, are they not breaking through the destiny?
  Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng went into seclusion for the last time, but he did not take that step and could not escape his final limit. When the time comes, it is time to sit down and die. This is the great law of heaven and earth, and no one can transcend it.

(End of this chapter)