A Million Possible

Chapter 602

Cheng Lin glanced at the young man and didn’t say anything. He just nodded slightly, then looked at Ji Xuan and stared at each other for two seconds. He opened the door and said, “Come in.”

There are only two low-rise houses, one of which is used as a stove and the other is for residents.

Cheng Lin threw a few more pieces of wood into the stove pit, and then entered to light the candle holder. The stove pit was connected to the soil kang. After touching the soil kang, it was still warm. There was a bedding on the kang and a Zhang Kang table.

Cheng Lin silently sat on one side of the table. Ji Xuan took off his shoes and sat on the other side. The boy quickly took out the food one by one and put it on the table. He took down the wine that was planned four hundred years ago from the cabinet, wiped the dust off, and opened it.

On the winter night of the Dao Zong, the dilapidated house was full of delicious wines. The two old men sat opposite each other. The young man sat in the middle, filled with two wine plates. No one spoke, only the sound of the firewood burning next door.

“Brother, this is my new beginner disciple, Yi Jiufeng, what do you think?” Finally, Ji Xuan spoke first.

Cheng Lin pointed to his muddy eyes, then slowly waved his hand: “I can’t see clearly.”

Ji Xuan smiled, did not continue to ask, just said to himself:

“Jiufeng is the most talented disciple recruited this year. It is not inferior to the seniors back then, and far beyond me. I want to come, if I practice hard, my future achievements will definitely be above me.”

“Congratulations.” Cheng Lin said.

“Certainly, it has been five hundred years since you and I worshipped Sect… the same generation in the past, now there are only you and me.” Ji Xuan sighed and raised his glass.

Cheng Lin thought about it, and also raised the cup: “It turns out it’s been so long.”

With a light touch of the cup, the two swallowed the sake.

Ji Xuan sighed again: “I have been in charge of Sect for hundreds of years, and I feel that I am still diligent, and I have never fallen into the prestige of Sect. It is just a mess of mundane things, but it is not as easy as you are, brother.”

After a pause, Ji Xuan asked tentatively: “Brother… Have you ever been a Foundation Building in these four hundred years?”

“Never.” Cheng Lin said in a calm tone.

Ji Xuan was silent, but Yi Jiufeng, the young man sitting next to pouring wine, had his eyes moved and gave Cheng Lin a surprised look. When he came, he heard the master mention this uncle, but he never thought that someone really had someone. Practice Qi for five hundred years.

The room was quiet again, and there was a blizzard outside the window, whimpering.

Ji Xuan did not continue this topic, but said with emotion: “In the past few hundred years, I have been sorrowful at night. I am not ashamed of Sect. It is just that the world has not been peaceful recently. Some monsters have harmed one party. The origin is unknown. Even if the monsters are weak, temporarily It’s not a climate, but I’m always a little uneasy…”

“It’s a pity that I don’t have much life. I want to come close to the end. My only wish is to choose a successor for Sect. Jiufeng is good. It’s a pity that he is arrogant and arrogant by nature, and he may be difficult to change…”

“Master…I…” Yi Jiufeng, who was kneeling on the kang and holding the wine jar, wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Ji Xuan with a wave of his hand.

Ji Xuan continued: “A hundred years later, he will be in charge of Sect. It would be okay if the world is too peaceful. I am afraid that if there is a catastrophe, he will be outrageous… I’m always a little worried… So, Junior Brother, I have a heartfelt feeling. Please.”

Cheng Lin expressionlessly: “Say.”

Ji Xuan suddenly took a deep breath, and a drunken red appeared on that old and round face. He held the Kang table with both hands, staring at Cheng Lin, and said in a very serious tone:

“In the future, if Sect is in danger of extinction, I hope my brother can think of his old feelings and help him one or two!”

The wind and snow outside suddenly became a little bit heavy, and the cold wind whimpered over the peaks.

On the table, the dim candle flame beat violently for a few minutes, and the color of astonishment on the face of the young boy Yi Jiufeng reflected was extremely gorgeous.

Yi Jiufeng looked at Master Own in surprise, not understanding why Master made this request.

Especially…what I asked for was just a Qi training cultivator…Even if the master kept saying that he had lived for five hundred years, Yi Jiufeng still didn’t believe it, he believed in own eyes, he was very sure, the ordinary person next to him The strange old man is really just a little training.

Cheng Lin said silently, “I’m just a cultivator.”

Ji Xuan said seriously: “But I always feel that you are different, brother, when I first saw you in Jiyun town back then, it is still the same now.”

Cheng Lin laughed at himself, but saw that Ji Xuan was very serious, so he thought about it and said, “If I can live until that day.”

Ji Xuan smiled, his face was covered with a relief red, as if the big rock hanging in his heart finally had a place to rest.

It was the night. I ate this meal for two hours. Most of the time, Ji Xuan was talking about the past and the countless sufferings during the five hundred years. Cheng Lin just listened quietly and occasionally moved his chopsticks.

Yi Jiufeng kept adding wine and was frightened. He had never thought that the master, who was the head of the Dao Sect, would have such a sad side. Ji Xuan was drunk until there was no more drop of wine left, and he staggered to lead his apprentice away. He didn’t look like an expert at all.

Cheng Lin did not go out to see him off, but stood at the door, watching the snow and night outside, and the two people drifting away. Behind him, the flame in the stove had been extinguished, leaving only the burning red. The charcoal gradually dissipated the residual temperature.

In the heavy snow, Yi Jiufeng saw that the master did not use the sword, so he could only patiently walk slowly. When he went down the mountain, he turned his head and glanced behind him, and glanced at the figure at the door of the small house illuminated by the dim red light.

Sword eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth were down, and he thought stubbornly that he would never ask for this person in this life.

After all, he looked the same, not a master at all.

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The heavy snow drowned the night and also drowned Cheng Lin’s thoughts.

The peaks were blurred again.

For a while, Cheng Lin only knew that time continued to pass, and his body was getting worse and worse. The originally straight back inevitably bends down, his legs become heavier and he walks slowly.

Qi and blood were declining, and his bones were old. Except for Spiritual Qi, who was still rolling in the Meridians in his body, but unknown to outsiders, he looked more and more old and weak.

Finally, his last tooth fell out. Fortunately, he didn’t need to eat or starve to death.

His white hair also gradually fell off, and the strands left. In the end, there was not one left. His skin was shriveled without a trace of moisture, and his whole person was getting smaller and smaller and wrinkled.

In the end, he didn’t even have the energy to do the trivial matter of burning the fire. After making a choice between the kang and the tree, he chose the Lotus Position to meditate under the tree in the courtyard, and never got up.

The peaks are verdant every year, and autumn is like a fire every year.

The narration resurfaced in my mind:

[After Ji Xuan left, another ten years have passed. One day, thousands of disciples of the Dao Sect were all covered in white silk, the monarch was a watch, and the mainland mourned together] [The next year, Yi Jiufeng came to the head, Hold the top of the mainland practice world][In the next hundred years, the world is still peaceful, but the frequency of monsters appears more and more frequently][Two hundred years later, someone in the East China Sea saw the boundless continent, hazy like a phantom, dancing with monsters, attracting the attention of the cultivator][Since then, the evil things that harm the place have been repeatedly banned, and the famous sects have encircled and suppressed them, but they could not be forbidden, and gradually there were casualties. In another two hundred years, the East China Sea Continent officially took shape, and countless demons came and caused harm to the world. Dao Zong led the major Sects of the mainland to contend with it. After a century-long war, the power of monsters gradually became stronger, and the human cultivator fell into a disadvantage. For a time, the world was fierce, and there were countless deaths and injuries.][However, you don’t know this at all. You just meditate, practice Qi, forget about foreign objects, and are forgotten by everyone until almost no one remembers you again.][So far, you have stayed in Realm, it’s been a whole thousand years]

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