The bright moonlight shone on the ground, covering the village with a layer of silver gauze, and also shone on the old blind man at the head of the village and the young man in black robe who had just entered the village.

The young man in black robe was frightened by the old blind man. He walked to the stall and said with a smile: "It's so late, old man, why don't you go back to sleep and guard your stall?"

But then the young man thought about it and realized that he had not done anything harmful to the village, so he hesitated again.

The young man in black robe looked at the fortune-telling stall and muttered in a low voice: "The clay turtle, the mud money, but the smoking pole looks familiar."

The blind fortune teller grinned with big yellow teeth, looked at the young man in black robe with a smile, and pointed at the cigarette pouch on the young man's waist: "I've been talking about it for a long time, waiting for you to bring me cigarettes, and I'm so greedy."

The young man was a little surprised. Could it be that the old man was really waiting for him?

The young man looked at the dark yellow cigarette pole on the stall again, and felt that it was somewhat familiar. He asked without any trace: "Has the old man been to Shanwai or is he originally from Shanwai?"

The fortune teller didn't answer, and used the cigarette rod to hook the cigarette pouch around the young man's waist.

He anxiously opened the cigarette bag, took out a small roll of tobacco, put it to his nose and took a deep breath, looking like an old smoker.

"Give me back!" the young man said anxiously, "This is not much to begin with."

But the old blind man ignored him, lit the tobacco and took a deep breath. After slowly exhaling a puff of white air, the spicy smell of the smoke stayed in his throat for a long time before leaning on the mahogany chair with a satisfied look on his face.

It seemed like he was talking to himself, or like he was asking the young man in black robe.

"It's the smell of that old plant in Yunhaichuan. Compared to when I was picking shredded tobacco, these wisps of fairy spirit energy actually add a third of the fragrance, but why is the smell so much lighter?"

The fortune teller opened his eyes, looked at the young man in black robe and affirmed: "These are new shoots grown from the roots cut off from the mother plant."

The young man's face became surprised. He looked at the cigarette rod tied to his waist, and then at the dark yellow cigarette rod smoking in the old blind man's hand. It looked very much like him.

The old blind man shook the cigarette rod in his hand. He was silent for a long time and then spat hard into the sky.

The Xuanpao boy was a little surprised: "Senior is the Xuanmen ancestor?"

The old blind man opened his pale eyes and looked at the night sky: "Me?"

"yes......"

When the young man in black robe heard these words, his heart surged. He looked at the old blind man again and again, as if he was mirroring his ancestors.

The young man in black robe thought of something, his eyes turned slightly red, and he asked in an expectant and urgent voice: "How did our ancestors escape the unknown danger from heaven?"

The old blind man closed his eyes and did not answer. He just said: "You will know later."

I thought in my heart: "What you owe us cannot be escaped, and we will eventually pay it back!"

The young man in black robe was not satisfied with the old blind man's words. He looked eager to know the answer, and the runes around his body were condensed, as cold as the moonlight.

The old blind man tapped the cigarette pole in his hand, and the star-like runes shattered like a mirror. A force that had the same origin as the young man in black robe was constantly eroding the complex runes carved on the young man's body.

The formation patterns that the young man had spent countless hours carving in his mind were constantly dissipating. They were originally carved on the flesh and blood. The erosion pain was like a knife scraping a bone, and the young man screamed in pain.

The old blind man frowned slightly: "Bear it! You are on the wrong path. Your physical body is weak, like a rootless tree. The aura painting formation is a shortcut but also an obstacle."

The young man in black robe was in great pain, but he still refused to give up and asked: "How to avoid the unknown? Ancestor!"

But the old blind man never paid attention to him. After a long time, the old blind man stopped when he saw that the young man in black robe couldn't help himself.

The young man in black robe was covered in blood. After wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve, his voice was sad.

"I know this is the wrong road... but that road is too long. I don't know when I will be hacked to death? Or when an unknown day comes from the sky and I will be burned completely?"

The old blind man took a long breath. The Xuanmen lineage was too painful. The boy in Xuanpao was a child after all. When he saw the old blind man, he was meeting his ancestors. They were suffering, venting, and unwilling...

The old blind man knocked the black-robed young man's two cigarette sticks hard, and his voice was high and domineering: "Then go and kill! Kill until the heaven and earth fall apart, and kill until no one dares to stand in front of you."

The old blind man's voice was cold: "Let those who owe us pay back! Otherwise, we will kill his whole family! We will kill his whole family!"

The old blind man's voice was like a surging wave, spewing out a thick evil spirit!

...

The night was a little noisier today. As soon as Ye Cang was lying on the bed, he heard the screams coming from the entrance of the village. He was a little surprised and said: "I have never heard this sound before. Could it be that he is from outside Taoshan?"

Ye Cang looked around the room, his expression paused, and he shook his head slightly, with something inexplicable in his eyes.

In the past, whenever he spoke, the little golden monkey would always chirp in response, but now, the room is too quiet...

Ye Cang got up from the bed and walked towards the entrance of the village following the sound. However, when Ye Cang passed by the school, the master's voice reached Ye Cang's ears.

"It's late at night, why don't you go to the village if you don't rest early?"

Ye Cang was a little surprised that Master hadn't rested yet. He stopped, turned around and said respectfully in the direction of the school: "Master hasn't rested yet? The student saw that the village avatar looked like someone from outside the mountain was coming, so he wanted to take a look?"

"Go back. We have to go up the mountain tomorrow. Don't listen to the old blind man's housework." The master's voice came from the wooden house.

After Ye Cang heard the Master's words, he lowered his head slightly without even noticing it: "Ye Cang knows he was wrong!"

Ye Cang turned around and went back to his wooden house. When Ye Cang walked away, the old beggar's house groaned, and then he said to the master: "He will be like you, like me, like an old bald donkey, like an old blind man,

Like the old shopkeeper.

Only in Taoshan can he calm down. He can't follow your path, and he can't inherit your mantle.

When he leaves Taoshan, there will be three thousand of us and three thousand of him..."

The master smiled and agreed with the old beggar's words: "He can't walk my way, even the three thousand roads in Taoshan, he can't walk, and he can't inherit anyone else's mantle."

"But so what? He calls me master and I regard him as my disciple. I don't need him to accept anything. That's enough.

You can’t understand that your path has made you forget too much, and all the past has turned into nutrients and disappeared, and there is no trace even in the fruits.”

The old beggar stopped talking and let out a long sigh. His thoughts returned to his youth. All the past things appeared in front of his eyes, but he could not taste the world of mortals.

After a long time, the master opened the door and came out, trimmed his gray beard, walked into the school, walked to the painting hanging in the school, and stared at the painting blankly.

Even in the dark night, Master could clearly see the painting, as if it had already been imprinted in Master's heart.

The master raised his hand and touched the beautiful mountains and rivers on the painting bit by bit. The painting seemed to come alive, and the trees were blown to a rustling sound as he spoke.

There is also a clear and rapid stream in the painting. Day and night alternate in the painting. The stars in the sky are different every night, like chaos or coincident trajectories.

The scenes in the painting are constantly changing, as if moving from one scene to another autonomously, until they reach a huge academic palace.

The academy was full of students in Confucian robes, and the sound of students reading could be heard constantly from the academy, turning into awe-inspiring aura, hovering above the academy, making the academy look even more majestic.

But the scene stopped abruptly. The Master looked at the scroll and said with a wry smile on his face: "You..."

But the picture scroll didn't respond, it just lay there calmly.
Chapter completed!