Chu Tianming climbed up the stairs.

There are not many stone steps, and they are cleaned very clean. Walking on it is very comfortable, and it seems that the mind has been purified.

Soon, Chu Tianming came to the pavilion under the gaze of the figure.

"I cleaned very carefully." Chu Tianming glanced at the figure and smiled at the stranger very rarely.

This is a thin old man with sparse white hair but not messy. He is wearing a simple scholarly robe, old but has a faint bookish spirit.

At this time, he was holding a bamboo broom in both hands and cleaning the door of the pavilion, but as soon as Chu Tianming appeared, his turbid old eyes turned their attention to Chu Tianming.

Logically speaking, Chu Tianming, a younger generation, said something slightly praising to him, and he should feel rude and angry, but after looking at Chu Tianming, he followed Chu Tianming's words: "Originally, there were many people coming here, and there were people walking on the stone steps, so there were not many leaves accumulated. Later, fewer people came and more leaves fell, so people often needed to clean it. It was boring for me to sit withered and decayed every day. Instead of letting my body decay, it would be better to sweep the floor and activate the muscles and bones."

"My friend said that, I'm really wrong. I'm not attentive. If I were attentive, I should have come to sweep it earlier, instead of waiting for the leaves to accumulate before I know it was coming."

Chu Tianming shook his head slightly and said lightly: "It's not too late to sweep if you accumulate too much. If you wait until the dirt is buried in the stone steps before you know how to clean it, it's too late."

"Isn't it really too late?" the old man asked.

Chu Tianming did not answer immediately, but looked at the pavilion and then said, "It's not too late."

The old man bowed slightly to Chu Tianming, stopped talking, and continued to sweep the floor.

Strangely, there was no leaf or a trace of dirt on the stone steps or in the door.

The old man's broom was also empty.

But the old man swept the floor extremely seriously, sweeping with brooms and brooms very hard. Sometimes when he was tired of sweeping, he would stop and rest for a while, pound his back a few times, take a breath, and then continue, repeating himself.

Chu Tianming stopped talking, but walked towards the pavilion.

When I got closer, I realized that the pavilion was not big. Although the pavilion was not big, it had an indescribable beauty.

There is a plaque hanging on the main entrance of the pavilion, with three words written on it: Don’t forget the pavilion.

These three words are quite ordinary in the first day of the New Year, but if you stare at them for more than one breath, you will immediately feel that your mind is beginning to be pulled in uncontrollably.

The three words "Don't Forget Pavilion" seem to contain a terrifying magic that is daunting.

Xiaoyin just glanced at the plaque and felt a dangerous smell, as if one more glance would hurt herself. She recovered and looked at Chu Tianming, but saw Chu Tianming staring at "Not Forget Pavilion" and was stunned.

Chu Tianming's ears seemed to be echoing the original conversation.

"Teacher, please give me a name for my little house! We have to live here for a long time."

The little girl at that time was already graceful, and some terrible achievements made many major forces shocked. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a genius that no one could match for the young generation in the mixed cultivation realm. In the eyes of many saints and geniuses, she was even more cold and unhappy with laughter. But in front of the scholar in white, she was as happy as a child.

Because she knew that her teacher would teach her for a long time, she worked hard to build a beautiful pavilion, each brick and tile, which was all made by her novice.

Chu Tianming remembered the scene where a girl asked him to name the pavilion at that time. She hugged his hands with her arms and shook them again and again, as if a little girl was acting coquettish, but her tone still showed a bit of nervousness, for fear that he would not want to.

"That's called 'Wuxinge'. I hope you don't forget your original intention on the road ahead and move forward all the way." At that time, Chu Tianming was white and better than snow, gentle and elegant, but rarely half-joking.

But the girl seriously said "Don't forget the original intention" around her mouth, then her bright big eyes flashed again and again, and she said expectantly: "Why call it 'Don't forget the Pavilion'? But it's a little better than 'Wuxin Pavilion'!"

Chu Tianming rubbed the girl's hair and said, "It sounds nicer, so it's called 'Not Forget Pavilion'."

Don’t Forget Pavilion... Teacher, you shine on the eternal world and look down at the nine heavens and ten earths. I hope that after you push the darkness in the future, you can still remember the little girl you picked up from the mud and water when you return. I hope you will never forget me... The girl has her own thoughts, so she hopes to change it to this name.

How could Chu Tianming not know the girl’s thoughts? So when he saw these three words, he couldn’t help but fall into memories.

After a long time, he came back to his senses.

My fool, how could I forget you?

He walked through the door and raised his hand to push it.

The old man who swept the floor kindly reminded: "My friend, this door cannot be pushed. A long time ago, everyone who came here hoped to be able to knock on this door, but no matter what they tried, the door would not move at all. If you push it lightly, it would be fine, it would be just a recoil. If you use brute force to hit it, it would only make your head break out."

As he said that, he sighed in his heart. He didn't know who was the first to say that there was the handwriting of the Lanting Calligraphy Saint in this pavilion, which caused commotion from all sides and people came to lock the door.

The main peak has an unconditional opening day every year. During that time, almost every day, a few people came in groups of three or five, trying to open the door.

At first, those people pushed the door well, but later, I don’t know which kid had a bad head, so he tried to blast the door with Taoism, trying to force the door open.

But with the bombardment, the Taoist Dharma immediately caused a recoil from the pavilion, which was several times the power of the Taoist Dharma, which made the boy cultivate directly in bed for half a year.

But once this start comes, some people come to test the door with newly practiced Taoism, and even some even take out the weapons to test the door. But the ending of this is nothing more than the wailing sounds of being injured every day on this mountain.

When this unhealthy trend appeared, the top leaders of the sect were panicked at first, fearing that this ancient monument would be destroyed by some prodigal disciple. It was not until later that a irritable Supreme Elder disagreed with the public and tried the method with his body. Finally, after he was cultivated in bed for more than half a year before he recovered his vitality, everyone stopped talking, and the unhealthy trend gradually faded.

Just kidding, even the Supreme Elder was half killed. He didn't have the ability to suffer.

Everyone thought in their hearts.

Although there are one or two disciples who come to test the sect every year, their methods are much gentler.

Until now, Chu Tianming has come.

Listening to the old man's advice, Chu Tianming was very calm.

"There is nothing that cannot be pushed. When I come, the door should be opened."

As he said that, he pushed his hands.
Chapter completed!