[Six lines like a tsubaki] Embrace the area with one heart

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In Ziwei's Doushu and Sizhu Bazi's endless changes, Li Yun is indeed a half-baked guy, but he can't stand the Fuyao School's thousands of years of accumulation. With the help of the letters left by the seniors who are good at this way in the nine-storey scripture building, he has retreated for five years and devoted himself to research. Among the many obscure mysteries, a clue was glimpsed.

In the past five years, Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming were not in a hurry to teach all the Fuyao wooden swords to the little master.Han Muchun practiced the Fuyao wooden sword "seeking up and down" and "things backfired", both of which felt vague and astringent. He only got the shape but not the spirit. When the master went down the mountain, he accidentally encountered the evil star that should be calamity.

When Li Yun came out of the customs, his face was unkempt, his face was green and white, and his clothes were ragged. He was really tired after studying numerology.

Before he had time to speak, he was asked by the senior brother in charge to take care of himself.When he returned to his human form, he found that everyone had gone to Unknown Hall.

Except for the absence of the little master, even Han Tan came back from the Valley of the Demons. A group of people looked at him with serious expressions and burning eyes.

Even if Han Tan became the demon king, he was still the little junior sister who couldn't calm down in the Fuyao sect: "Second senior brother, how are you?"

Li Yun sat down and took a sip of tea to subdue the shock, and said with a wry smile: "Such a big battle... Hey, if it is handled properly, it will not be a catastrophe."

If it is not handled properly, isn't it still a dead end?

Li Yun took out a piece of paper from his lapel and handed it to Yan Zhengming: "This is the birth date and approximate direction of the evil star I calculated."

Yan Zhengming frowned when he saw it: "Isn't this Xiaoqian's horoscope?"

Cheng Qian: "As far as I know, there is another person with the same horoscope as me... Beimingjun Tongru."

An unbroken frontline, a fierce person, and a combination of zodiac signs, could it be that their ancestor, the great magician who has the power to penetrate the sky and the earth, still has an unbroken relationship with the Fuyao faction in the dark?

Li Yun said: "I watched the sky at night, and the evil star faintly glowed with blood, and was full of hostility. It has nothing to do with my Fuyao faction's luck, but the entanglement with Master's fate is like a mess, and it is definitely not caused by one lifetime."

That is, in the unknowable place, Han Muchun has other reincarnations that have karma.

"If there is a catastrophe, it will be resolved, and hiding cannot be avoided. As long as you are obsessed with it, the hostility will gradually disappear." Li Yun said, "After all, it is the master's catastrophe. Let us take precautions against it. It has to be settled by Master's hand."

If the evil star is really the ancestor, the only obsessions that have nothing to do with the Fuyao faction... Yan Zhengming couldn't help but think of the unspeakable thoughts of the ancestor he saw in the seal of the sect master, and think of being overprotected by them in this life The beautiful and beautiful master suddenly felt that all his obsessions might be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and he was shocked immediately.

But this anecdote should not be stated explicitly, and head Yan, who couldn't find any reason to object, had to acquiesce in Master Yingjie's matter.

"Now is not the time." Li Yun pretended to stroke the non-existent long beard on his chin, showing a bit of inscrutability, "But you can let Master go down the mountain for a few rounds first."

So in the year when the little master and the crown came together, Fuyao Mountain ushered in a more turbulent battle than when they bid farewell to Han Tan to fight in the Valley of the Demons.

It was a wonderful sight for the apprentice to send the master down the mountain for the first time.Yan Zhengming secretly left a puppet talisman on all the items that the master brought, and added a refined Yuanshen sword; He babbled endlessly; Han Tan left a ray of red crane spirit on his master, and the aura of a thousand-year-old demon was enough to deter all demon cultivators with evil intentions; even Han Yuan, who was far away in the southern border, had been particularly ineffective in suppressing demon cultivators in recent days Dare to slack off.

As for Cheng Qian, oh, the little master thinks he looks the most reliable, and he is telling him to take good care of the flowers and plants on that mountain.

Han Muchun grew up in Zhilan Yushu all his life, dressed like a farmer in the mountains, but his back was more chic than Eguan Bodai, waved to everyone, and went down the mountain.

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In this life, Han Muchun has lived on Fuyao Mountain since he was a child, and has never seen what a mortal child looks like, so naturally he will not be entangled in the wonderful question of where my parents and I come from.As I got older, I gradually learned about the theory of reincarnation, and vaguely guessed from the words and deeds of everyone that I was probably the reincarnation of someone.

He really has no impression of the "Qing Jing Sutra" and Fuyaomu swordsmanship, but when he occasionally sees the shabby old wooden table in the unknown hall, he will suddenly fall silent, and his heart will be seized by strange emotions separated by reincarnation.

But that was only for a moment, he still liked the flowers and plants all over the mountain more than he didn't know Tang, as if he was born to feel kind to them.

Compared with cultivating immortals, being a gardener is more agreeable to him.

If you nurture them with care, they will grow with care.The colorful flowers in spring, the lush greenery in summer solstice, the colorful forests in autumn, the hibernation in winter, and the ups and downs of vegetation condense the cycle of reincarnation into the circulation of four seasons, which does not change year after year.

After the flower withers, it will bloom again next year, but after this flower has withered, it will not be the same flower that will bloom on this branch next year.

The same and the different, the change and the same, Han Muchun glimpsed its complexity and mystery for the first time in the grass and trees all over the mountain.

He found a lot of old empty wine jars on Fuyao Mountain. With an idea, he let the flowers that bloomed and failed every year continue to live in the wine. into the soil.

"I'm afraid there are old drunkards among the seniors of the Fuyao sect," the young man thought with a guilty conscience after stealing someone else's empty wine jar, "When the junior's Baihua wine is brewed, I must offer a jar to the senior, and please don't let the senior drink it." We have to calculate."

When he entered the nine-story scripture building, he found the portraits and biography of his previous life completed by posterity in the scripture building. Those old things that were me and not mine seemed like other people's stories, and did not move him.

It turned out that he was Han Muchun, but not "Han Muchun".

Later, when he traveled around the world, he saw that his father was ill for a long time, and his filial sons and grandsons became wolf-hearted in front of the bed; I have seen years of famine, when loving parents in the past ate food in order to feed their children.

In the eyes of the long-lived monks, mortals are like crickets in the morning, and they don't know the future.But even if the lifespan of a mortal is less than a hundred years, it is enough for the human heart to be twisted and changed several times by the strong ups and downs of love and hatred.

And monks also come from a mortal body, and the fickleness of the human heart is carved into the bone marrow, which cannot be eradicated after repeated washings.And the longer life of a monk, wouldn't it be enough to make people completely unrecognizable several times?

He was suddenly tired of this kind of untraceable change, and he wondered to himself in a daze: Is it really impossible?What about me?A hundred years plus reincarnation, is it enough for me to become unrecognizable?

Is what some people want to see, or a me that may have changed beyond recognition?

But the day he returned from his travels coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival.He saw Han Tantonghe's body flying over and taking the shape of a human. It turned out that he had just returned from delivering moon cakes and water wine to Han Yuan.Nian Da greeted him at the mountain gate, led him to a table and sat around a table, and the Fuyao faction gathered together to drink a pot of rice wine mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus syrup.

"Did they treat me like this before?" Han Muchun smelled the sweet-scented osmanthus and thought, "They have always treated me like this."

Wouldn't it be a blessing if you could still find someone who treats you the same no matter what kind of situation you have been tempered by circumstances?

He pursed his lips and smiled at the four disciples at the table, suddenly feeling a little guilty.This is also the cause and effect left by the previous life.After all, I didn't accompany them for a few years in my previous life, which made them lose their shade when they were young, and in the end they had to take care of their reincarnated self.

And Han Muchun doesn't remember what happened when he was a master.But it doesn't matter, some things have changed, and some things have not changed.

For example, there is a pot of thin wine mixed with sweet-scented osmanthus syrup on the table.

This time Han Muchun didn't leave Fuyao Mountain again, until the flowers on Fuyao Mountain bloomed and withered, and Baihua wine was brewed for three rounds. On this day, Li Yun found him. Clarified the matter of fate.

Han Muchun had seen his little apprentice Han Tan look at him with a look of worry that he couldn't hide, and he had already guessed in his heart that the worst was that his life was not long, but now it seems much better.

He still didn't understand a little bit, Li Yun said that that person might be his master in the previous life, so why would his life be in danger of being involved with his fate?

Although the Fuyao sect seems to have no etiquette and is used to "deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors", but the relationship is very good. He thinks that he is not a treacherous and evil person. Even if his master wants to clean up the house, he will not be able to find him. ?

Although he doesn't really believe in fate, but in order to reassure his apprentices, he happily took the birth date and approximate location of the person he was looking for, took a portrait of Yan Zhengmingtuo, and descended the mountain gracefully went.

He walked swiftly and gracefully, but he was dragging his feet in finding people. The world is so big and there are so many mortals. Even if there is a general area, finding such a specific person is no different than looking for a needle in a haystack.

He searched like this for seven or eight years, and after many inquiries, he finally found some clues. When he hurriedly arrived, the man was like a candle in the wind, with only one breath left.

It is said that this person has been seeking immortality for half his life, but he is about to die on a fatal "elixir".

He thought it was absurd at first, but when he saw the man's old state, he suddenly felt sore eyes for no reason, and almost burst into tears.

Although he has no memory, he was suddenly touched by something.

Is this his master?In the legend, the big demon who aspired to become Beiming became a mortal after reincarnation. Even if you stirred up the situation in your previous life, now you can't escape life, old age, sickness and death. How did you become like this?

He saw that his celestial pillar was broken, it was a sign of severance of vitality, even if a real god descended to earth, he would not be able to save him.

Fortunately, Li Yun was well prepared for this.Han Muchun melted Li Yun's talisman water, attached a wisp of breath to the man's brow.

You want to ask the immortals, do you still remember the Fuyao Mountain that seems to be out of this world?

I don't remember whether the master in the previous life was strict or kind, and you don't remember whether the apprentice in the previous life was well-behaved or naughty.

Fortunately, I can see you in the next life.