Meng Hao was stunned. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen his father speak like this without any harshness, but yet he was so heavy that he suddenly woke up from sleep.

"Respect your teacher as your father..." Meng Hao looked at his father's leaving figure. He was obviously wearing a simple gown, but for some reason at this moment, in Meng Hao's eyes, it seemed as if there was a purple wind surrounding his father.

This wind made him feel as if an area in his mind was shattered, as if a picture appeared in front of him. In the picture, his father's appearance was blurry. When he stared at himself, he sighed softly.

There is also a mother in the picture, looking at me softly, with tears streaming down her eyes.

It seemed... there were also Tang Towers, and there were many, many mixed memories. Meng Hao was silent, and after a while he shook his head vigorously. When he turned around, he saw a tall tower in the county town, and that... was the Tang Tower.

"It doesn't seem to have happened before... and it seems to have always existed." Meng Hao had a look of confusion in his eyes.

"This is not a private school." When Meng Hao was at a loss, Old Cang's voice came to his ears. Meng Hao quickly turned around and looked at the old man in front of him. Behind him, his father was walking away. At this moment, in this courtyard,

There were only him and the old man.

"Before you, I had seventeen disciples. Some of them returned to the ruins, some of them went their own way, and some of them...are still immersed in their pursuits.

After all, some of you can no longer be considered my disciples. From today on, you will be my eighteenth disciple, but I will call you Xiaojiu." The old man looked at Meng Hao and spoke slowly, his voice

His words were filled with vicissitudes of life, and as the words came, Meng Hao gradually lost hearing of the noise around him, and only the old man was left in front of him.

"You also have a junior sister. Although she became a disciple earlier than you, she is unorthodox, so she is ranked after you. Her surname is Chu."

Meng Hao didn't know why, but he felt a little nervous in his heart. At this moment, he didn't know whether to kneel down or bow down or clasp his fists. He felt a little embarrassed.

"My name has not been used for a long time. Outsiders often call me Dan. But those who are familiar with me call me Mr. Dong."

"I have never married a wife, so I have no heirs. My disciples are my heirs. You inherit my knowledge and continue my traces in this world. For me, you... are the closest people to me in this life.

Man." The old man looked at Meng Hao with a majestic expression, but his eyes were soft and full of love. It seemed that he had been looking at Meng Hao like this for many years and had been tested for a long time.

"From today on, I am your master!"

"Respect the teacher as a father, respect the teacher as a father, I..." Meng Hao spoke subconsciously.

"You don't need to say these words, just have them in your heart. Xiaojiu, kneel down!" The old man's eyes immediately showed a sharp light. At this moment, the whole person seemed to have become the supreme one in this world.

Meng Hao couldn't describe the specific feeling. He just felt that at this moment, the old man in front of him seemed to have become the sky, but he was not cold. Instead, he felt a deep kindness and gentleness, like a mountain that could stand in front of him.

, to shield from the wind and rain.

Meng Hao lowered his head and knelt down.

When he knelt down, he could not see that the sky was still at this moment, the clouds were quiet, the birds lost their movement in mid-air, the earth did not tremble, but the entire city became quiet at this moment.

"Become my disciple, and in a true sense, you will only bow twice in your life."

"The first time was when I became a disciple. This link formed a bond with me. From then on, my fate was involved. You will continue to be involved, and I will continue to be involved!

As for the second time, when you wake up and come to me, I will tell you."

"The buckle of apprenticeship is divided into three buckles, namely childish, far away, and twilight. Now, it is your childish buckle." The old man stared at Meng Hao and spoke softly.

Meng Hao seemed to understand, but he touched the ground with his hands and gave the old man a deep clasp.

With this button, the sky moves, the wind and clouds roll, and the flying birds fly away!

With this click, the earth trembles, all living beings dream, and the past appears!

This button, the cause of the past, the consequences of the future, this life... you will continue, I will continue!

The old man's laughter, with its cheerfulness, echoed around. In that laughter, there was emotion, satisfaction, kindness, and responsibility.

From then on, the young man in front of him became his disciple. From then on, every move of this young man had his own mark. From then on, in this young man's life, he... was his master!

This is cause and effect, not destiny, but destiny. It is fate, not fate, not destiny, but the choice of two people.

One chose the master, the other chose the disciple, and this ended... cause and effect!

"You still need to go through the process of leaving and the process of looking back. During this process, there are many paths in your life. Which one you take... depends on your choice.

If you finally withhold Mu Wang, then no one can break the name of master and disciple between you and me! I did not accept your apprenticeship ceremony because I have already accepted it once." The old man spoke softly and raised his hand to touch it.

Meng Hao nodded and smiled kindly, causing him to stand up.

Meng Hao seemed to understand, and stood up, looking at the master in front of him. He could feel the kindness of the other person, and he could also feel the warmth in his heart under such a gaze.

He nodded heavily.

Spring passed and autumn came, year after year. Meng Hao was nineteen years old. During these seven years, he spent most of his time living here with his master, reading books, watching the breeze, white clouds, and the bright moon and stars.

Everything in the book made him know how to respect teachers, and everything in the book made him understand that the world is very big.

In seven years, my father has become much older, my master has become even older, and Xiao Taohong is no longer a popular figure in the courtyard. A year ago, she was redeemed by a wealthy man from another county and became a concubine.

Before leaving, she also found Meng Hao, as if she regarded him as a younger brother, spoke softly, and finally, with Meng Hao's smile, she got on the sedan and left Donglai County.

The two companions from back then took over Meng Hao's inheritance as promised, and now they have indeed become bullies in the county.

Meng Hao no longer called himself the bully he used to be. He took off his fancy clothes and wore a monochromatic scholar's long shirt.

The green gown is just like his youthful years, but with the change of spring and autumn, his face loses a touch of frivolity and becomes more calm. He likes to think and look at the sky, not knowing what he is looking at.

He likes to stand in the pavilion when it is windy and rainy, looking at the lightning and thunder in the distance and the rain falling on the earth. At this time, he will think of the vicissitudes of life that he has seen in the books.

Like a dream, seven years were like a storm. Meng Hao didn't feel that he had changed anything, but to outsiders, he had changed too much.

He would often look at the tenement building, and some memories that seemed to be from his previous life would often appear in his mind. They were very complex and incoherent, but over the past seven years, more and more of these memories gradually emerged.

Meng Hao looked at his master who was getting older and wanted to express his desire to go away. He wanted to walk through mountains and far away places to see the outside world.

But in the end, he looked at the county town, his master, and his father. He did not speak, but remained silent.

One year, one year... When the second seven years came, in the autumn of that year, the autumn leaves scattered on the earth, and seemed to be returning to their roots in the wind. His father was seriously ill, and on a night when the purple wind blew,

, his father passed away.

In front of his father's grave, Meng Hao was in a trance. He vaguely seemed to have returned to fourteen years ago. His father hugged him and came to the master's door. In the blink of an eye, fourteen years passed. In silence, Meng Hao drank a glass of wine.

Pot of wine.

When he turned to leave, he told his master that he wanted to go far away. This was a dream he had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

When he was leaving, Meng Hao bowed for the second time in front of his master. This was... the departure prayer.

Under the gaze of his master, Meng Hao carried his book box and walked farther and farther in the early morning sun.

The first time he looked back, he couldn't see his master. The second time, even the tenement building had disappeared.

Meng Hao was silent. He vaguely seemed to understand something. When he turned around, he walked further and further away without looking back a third time.

In the big river, Meng Hao met a boatman and talked about the legend about the long river. According to legend, there were immortals living in this river.

Immortal is a title that Meng Hao occasionally saw in the books he had read, which interested him very much. He lived by this river for three years, but unfortunately he did not see an immortal, but in the reflection of the river,

It was like seeing another version of myself.

Flying in the sky, cultivating in the mountains, refining in a Dandong lineage called Ziyun Sect...

It's as if if you jump down, you can become another person and end this life.

Three years later, when Meng Hao was twenty-nine years old, in his last year of standing, he did not jump into the river, but got up and left the long river and walked farther away.

A year later, in a seemingly endless forest, on a dark night with high winds, Meng Hao saw the erratic figure of a woman and an abandoned old grave. There was no incense in front of the grave, and the darkness of the forest made Meng Hao...

Hao was a little scared. When he was surrounded by countless figures, Meng Hao thought of the seal made by a finger in his memory.

He placed this handprint, and at that moment, everything around him disappeared.

From then on, he became curious about this dark forest. Walking in the dark forest and living in the jungle, he saw strange scenes and strange and ferocious beasts.

He walked in this forest for three years before passing through it. When he left, he looked back at the forest with a daze on his face. He had a feeling that if he wanted to, this forest could be used.

Belong to yourself.

Here, a person, together with the heaven and earth, pursues an extraordinary life.

While staring, Meng Hao thought of his Master's words twenty-one years ago. There are too many paths in human life. Which one you choose... depends on yourself.

"This is not the path I want to choose." Meng Hao thoughtfully turned around and walked away.

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Chapter completed!