That night, the four masters and apprentices drank two bottles of wine, and Li Xiuyuan played the piano three times until Haishi.

Xiaobai and Xiaohei, who were drunk and unconscious, were carried into the house by Li Xiuyuan to rest.

Long Qingfeng, who was half drunk, also entered the depths of the hall. He made an appointment with Li Xiuyuan to have breakfast tomorrow and went to the Hualong Pond to have a look.

After all, this is his precious disciple's concern.

Sitting alone in the main hall, Li Xiuyuan felt a deep sense of reluctance, just like he did in Loulan Apricot Garden.

He finally met Ping'an and Wang Qiang in Xuanwu Continent. Later, he became a disciple of Meng Shentong and was forcefully accepted as his disciple by the Jade Lord Nalan Ruoyu.

So much so that he got acquainted with the female saint Yun Tianhong and the old monk deep in the snow-capped mountains.

I wonder if Monk Buli and Yuwen Liuli realized what it means to be a mortal by the Tongtian River?

Did your master get the secret of how to become a saint from the master of Meishan?

Before he could figure it out, he was kicked by the old Taoist priest to the Shenlong Continent.

Due to some strange combination of circumstances, he followed Xiao Hei to the River Styx, where the gods are buried, and sleepwalked for thousands of years.

Time has no end. He had tried it before when he transformed into Po Meng on the Wangchuan Bridge.

However, even though he had been experiencing wind and rain for hundreds of years on the Wangchuan Bridge, he still did not feel what it means that time has no end.

Only this time, in the divine ship on the River Styx, he actually lost his mortal body.

It took a thousand years to be reborn with the help of the sacred water of the Styx and the seeds of Qinglian.

This time is not the rebirth of the Phoenix Nirvana before, but even the Phoenix Nirvana also has the annual rings of life and the six paths of reincarnation that cannot be washed away.

The thousand years on the River Styx not only reunited his body, but Qiu also washed away thousands of years of reincarnation and countless mortal rings.

Before he could figure it out, he and Xiao Hei took the divine spring and the divine stone and flew to the Divine Dragon Valley lying in the three coffins.

I met the master and Xiaobai whom I longed for... in a hurry, too hastily.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but take back his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and spread out the pale yellow Hu Xuan on the long table.

The remaining spirit wine in the cup dripped into the inkstone.

The wrist holding the wolf hair is turned gently, and the ink falls on the paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.

...It's too hurried, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of the dragon are drunk by each other, how can they be repeated again? Of course, life grows and hates the water.

Put the pen and inkstone on the table and drink the remaining half glass of spirit wine in one gulp.

The long night has passed, will I face the great elder of Shenlong Valley tomorrow at the Hualong Pond?

Could that frightening old man in the legend smell the scent of Long Taiping in him?

Revenge is like the weeds under Tagge Snow Mountain. As long as the spring breeze blows, it will grow crazily.

Only by killing your opponent or being killed by your own enemy can you gain true relief.

Long Yu, the great elder in Shenlong Valley, can’t wait any longer!

Li Xiuyuan, a mortal with no cultivation, can't wait any longer!

After finishing the incident in Shenlong Valley, he went back to see those guys and see if that guy Chu Feng had married the princess of Silver Moon Kingdom.

Look at that fool Hua Tianyu, did he find that tigress Chu Feiyan as his wife?

Look at the childhood sweetheart by chance, look at Ximen Xiaoyu, look at that little apprentice of his... that Ximen Mengdie who was obsessed with butterflies in Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.

Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but push open the back door of the hall, stared at the stars in the sky and was speechless.

The wind stops and the snow stops.

The seven stars in the sky quietly shine on the earth, and also on themselves.

Empty all your thoughts and try to let your soul fly to the sky, to the bright and twinkling shaking star in the vast sea of ​​stars.

This time the shaking star did not fly away, but was watching him silently.

Like the eyes of the female saint Yun Tianhong of Meishan, she silently looked at the body in front of her that had shed its mortal body and washed away the stars of thousands of years of reincarnation. Li Xiuyuan felt that his chest was quietly shining with bright starlight, and his limbs were covered with bones.

There is a faint flow of starlight in it.

Looking at the starry sky in front of me, I couldn't help but murmur softly: "Is this the body of the stars?"

…

While Li Xiuyuan was still struggling with what is mortal body, immortal body, and star body, the long night had passed quietly.

The stars receded, snowflakes began to drift in the sky, and the cold wind came again.

What he didn't understand was that starting from the Bamboo Peak of Tianyun Mountain, on a snowy winter day, the sky would be full of stars from time to time, as bright as a summer night.

The old Taoist priest didn't tell him why, and he never asked the master.

After cooking a pot of porridge, Xiaobai and Xiaohei failed to wait until they were hungover.

Long Qingfeng, who got up early, had breakfast quietly accompanied by his eldest disciple. The master and disciple drank two more cups of spiritual tea.

After closing the heavy door, the master and apprentice walked out of the valley.

At the moment when he turned back, Li Xiuyuan saw clearly for the first time the words on the master's hall: "Fantasy Hall."

"Fantasy Palace?" Li Xiuyuan whispered: "Is it the stars falling into the mortal world? Or is the dragon resting on the shoal?"

Looking at Long Qingyun, whose white hair gradually turned black, Li Xiuyuan asked quietly, thinking in his heart that the divine spring was really magical.

He and Xiao Hei are both reborn bodies, so naturally they cannot feel the magic of the divine spring.

Only that idiot Xiao Hei drank a lot from the divine spring until he couldn't drink any more.

Long Qingfeng looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky and said calmly: "The mortal world is the mortal world. Only compete with heaven and not with others. This is the principle of practicing as a teacher."

"Only contend with heaven and not with humans?"

Li Xiuyuan replied thoughtfully: "Master, are you fighting for your way to heaven instead of competing for power with others?"

Long Qingfeng nodded, looked at him and said seriously: "Even if I compete for the Valley Master of the Divine Dragon Valley, in the end it will still be nothing more than a handful of loess? Does it mean that if I become the Valley Master, I won't have to practice hard?"

Li Xiuyuan nodded, then shook his head.

Thinking about the collections I was looking at in my husband's bookshelf, and thinking about some interactions with the owner of Meishan and the old monk, I couldn't help but sigh.

What does it mean to be a saint?

Is it possible that someone who hides in the mountains is a saint? If he cannot realize the heavenly mind, and his lower body is in the deep and fiery waters of the world, how can he be a saint?

It was on this snowy winter morning, during a casual conversation between him and the old man.

Let the young man who has been washed away from the thousand years of reincarnation seriously think about the question of what a saint is for the first time.

Before this, he always thought that saints were too far away from him, even though in the end he sat in front of Yun Tianhong and made tea and discussed Taoism with the old monk who was a holy monk.

He had never asked these two saints for advice on such a profound question.

It wasn't until this moment that he was reminded of what a saint is? Is it possible to be a saint by being alone, living in seclusion, and not hearing about the world's affairs?

Is it a saint to roam the nine heavens like an old Taoist priest and never interfere in the chaos of Mount Sumeru?

It is still like what Mr. Wang said in his books: if you live high in a temple, you will worry about the people; if you live far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king.

Is that kind of sentiment that does not take pleasure in things and does not take sorrow in oneself the true saint?

The old Taoist priest had not yet started the path of sainthood for his youngest disciple. On a winter morning, Li Xiuyuan, walking in the wind and snow, had already begun his own enlightenment as a saint.

Long Qingfeng, who was walking in the wind and snow, didn't know that his precious disciple was enlightening the way of a saint.

The old Taoist priest making tea under a pear tree in a high mountain somewhere above the nine heavens also had no idea that his disciple was already comprehending his own way of becoming a saint.

Every saint has his own way of being a saint.

Similarly, the old Taoist priest did not want to point out the path to sainthood for his disciples. He and the old monk hoped that Li Xiuyuan would find his own path.

A path to sainthood that is different from others in the nine heavens and ten earths. However, neither the old Taoist priest nor the old monk expected that Li Xiuyuan would start seriously thinking about the question of what a saint is at such a young age.

There is a sequence for hearing the Tao, but there is no fixed time for realizing the Tao.

Li Xiuyuan, who was reborn in Qinglian, was as clean as a piece of white paper, without a trace of murderous intent, and his hands were not stained with a drop of worldly blood.

It was such a clean and transparent state of mind that gave him the opportunity to think of the way of a saint.

Looking at the windy and snowy Shenlong Valley, Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath and said quietly: "Master, this disciple is going to die today."

…

Long Qingfeng led Li Xiuyuan through the wind and snow to a valley filled with wind and snow.

The master and apprentice walked around several stone houses and came to a high platform.

Pointing to a pool in front covered by a stone wall and filled with white mist, Long Qingfeng looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "This is the Hualong Pool of Shenlong Valley."

Looking at the inconspicuous Hualong Pond in front of him, Li Xiuyuan thought of Wolong Mountain outside Ding'an City in the wilderness that year.

Thinking of Hualongchi who had been sucked up by him, Xiaobai, and Xiaohei, his expression was confused for a moment.

Stunned and speechless.
To be continued...