The old man nodded appreciatively, and said, "As expected of the apprentice I have my eyes on."
"I'll demonstrate it to you one last time, so you can watch it."
After finishing speaking, the old man raised his sword again, but this time, compared with the previous sword move, there was no trace of the slightest resemblance. It's just Jian Gang.
But the boy didn't think so, he still watched seriously.
"boom!"
At a certain moment, the wooden sword in the old man's hand suddenly shattered, and countless sawdust fell from the sky, as if it had been rained and washed away a lot.
The old man's face was sallow, but his smile was wider than before, and he said, "My child, how are you doing now?"
The young man remained silent, just kept his head down in thought.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "I forgot, I forgot everything!"
The old man patted the young man's head, and a three-foot short sword with a dark green light appeared in his hand for no reason, and entrusted it to the young man.
"This is the Qingzhi Sword, and it is also your natal sword."
The old man's face became serious, and he said: "You have to remember, the sword is here with the person!"
The young man looked at the old man in confusion, and subconsciously nodded.
The old man said again: "Go, you and I are light boats, a drop in the ocean, let's find your world."
After finishing speaking, the old man patted the boy on the head three times.
The young man suddenly said: "Mr., who are you?"
The old man smiled lightly and said, "Just call me Tsing Yi."
The young man was puzzled: "Aren't you wearing white clothes? Why are you called Tsing Yi?"
The old man didn't answer, but said indifferently: "What do you want to do now?"
The boy was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Go down the mountain."
The old man said softly: "Then let's go, idiot."
The young man glanced at the old man, and then at the old man, and felt that the old man in front of him was very familiar and close.
The boy turned around and took two steps, then turned his head again, only to see the old man still looking at him with a smile on his face.
The moonlight sprinkled from the sky seemed to connect the young and the old together, turning it into a magnificent picture scroll.
Feeling this, the young man kneeled down and kowtowed three times to the old man.
He didn't know why he did it, but he felt that he had to.
The old man nodded with satisfaction.
The boy turned his head and didn't hesitate anymore.
His figure quickly disappeared from the old man's sight.
The old man still stood where he was, with a smile on his face.
"Brother, tell me, can naivety adapt to this secular world?"
An old woman suddenly appeared, stood beside the old man, and asked with a worried mood.
The old man raised his head slowly, glanced at the endless starry sky, and said: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles; they are like dew and electricity, and should be viewed in this way."
"You shouldn't force it, Wentian has such a catastrophe, and all of this has already been predestined."
The old woman nodded with deep feeling, and said: "At the beginning, Ye Shenghuang approached him to take away his blood."
"It's just that it was because of Ye Shenghuang's mistake that Wentian was awakened instead."
The old man smiled: "Yes, that child would never have thought that what she took away was just impurities from Wentian's body."
The old man happily said: "They should meet again in the future."
"I have enlightened my whole life's inner strength and passed it on to Wentian. This time, he will not suffer any more."
When mentioning this matter, the old woman also smiled, but soon became sad, and said: "Senior brother, how much time do you have?"
The old man's voice was almost ethereal, and his originally muddy voice became ethereal.
"I'm running out of time."
The old woman was shaken all over, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
"Going back and coming, the pastoral generals will not return, since they use their hearts as their bodies"
The old man's body gradually became stiff, and his voice became more ethereal, just like the voice of Buddha, there are birds coming out of the forest, and the wind is moving.
Suddenly, the old man's body trembled, and the recitation of "Returning Home" stopped abruptly.
"Oops, I forgot to tell Wentian his name"
"what?"
The old woman's eyes widened, and she wanted to say something, but because of the sudden mood swing, the old man completely collapsed on the mountain.
"Brother!"
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