[Xiu Xian] Master, let's talk about life

030

Cheng Yin tilted his head and looked at Chen Dabao's face.

Chen Dabao used to eat the delicious rice, but after being watched by Cheng Yin for so long, he gradually felt unable to eat.

He asked, "Ahuai, why don't you eat today?"

Cheng Yin said lightly: "I don't need to eat."

Chen Dabao looked at Cheng Yin suspiciously: "But you used to eat very happily."

"..." Cheng Yin ignored the question, changed his posture, and sat upright on the chair, then asked Chen Dabao in a deep voice, "You said before that you want to seek the fairy trail and ask the way of heaven, so you cultivate immortality, today I want to ask you, what is the fairy trail and the way of heaven in your mind?"

Chen Dabao chewed the rice, and said vaguely: "What are you talking about, Ah Huai, when did I say that?"

"...the first day we met."

"Eh, did I say that?" Tilting his head for a while, Chen Dabao said, "It's probably because I thought you were an outsider, so you said nice things."

For a while, Cheng Yin thought he had experienced many battles, but he couldn't help being shocked.

He asked: "You don't even have a goal, why do you cultivate immortals? Cultivating immortals has a hard life, and you don't necessarily achieve anything. It's not a good path."

Chen Dabao put down the bowl, stroked his chin and thought for a while, then he suddenly realized and stretched out his index finger: "I remembered, because I was hungry and fainted at that time, and was picked up by Brother Meng to the mountain."

"..." Cheng Yin had nothing to say again.

031

Out of gratitude to Chen Dabao for taking him in, Cheng Yin decided to bite the bullet and give him some advice.

Before resting after dinner, Cheng Yin continued to guide Chen Dabao.

"If you don't have a goal in cultivating immortality, you will be easily hindered by the temptations around you. Therefore, the first thing you need to do before cultivating immortality is to establish a goal. If you don't have a goal, how can you make progress."

Cheng Yin kept asking, and Chen Dabao became a little annoyed, he said indifferently: "Anyway, I'm a two-point fairy bone, so I can't continue to practice, so it doesn't matter if I have a goal or not."

Cheng Yin felt that he had shown an unbelievable patience on Chen Dabao, so he continued to ask: "What if you can continue to practice?"

Chen Dabao's voice suddenly increased: "It's because I can't practice. If I could, why would I go down the mountain? Do you think I don't want to practice? Why do you think I keep a futon at home? It's because I haven't given up yet ah!"

Following the sudden emotional agitation, there was silence. In the oppressive atmosphere, Chen Dabao bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry Ah Huai, I... I really... I don't know, I always..."

Cheng Yin quietly looked at Chen Dabao, he looked at the young man in front of him, at his slumped shoulders, at his eyes full of confusion, at his tightly pursed lips, and suddenly understood.

This is a monk who will and can go on forever.

Because he really has no goal, but to cultivate immortals for the sake of cultivating immortals.

Cheng Yin looked at Chen Dabao, then grabbed his hand, straightened his head, looked directly into Chen Dabao's eyes, looked at the moist eyes that were clear and confused like a puppy, and said——

"There is always more than one road to the avenue."

Chen Dabao looked at Cheng Yin in a daze.

Cheng Yin said: "I will help you find a solution, about the fairy bones."

032

"You actually made such a promise to a little monk."

Under the dark night, Luo Xuemo sat on the branch of the wild tung tree, shaking her legs like a little girl.This kind of white fluorescence, invisible to the naked eye of mortals, lingers around her, like silver shards.

The fairy-like girl said with a sinister smile, "It's dangerous for you to make such a promise."

Cheng Yin sat on the roof.

Chen Dabao had already fallen asleep, the boy between youth and teenager, nestled into a small ball, like an insecure hamster.

Cheng Yin looked at Luo Xuemo, and seemed to see through Luo Xuemo and looked at other things. He said, "Don't talk nonsense, why haven't you left yet."

Luo Xuemo spread her hands and said, "Do I care about my old friends? Do you think that if you let the rumor that you are in the Nascent Soul Stage, everyone will not know what's going on with you?"

Cheng Yin lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered, and said in a deep voice: "Who else knows except you."

Luo Xuemo choked for a moment, finally she nodded and said, "Okay, it's just me."

Cheng Yin sighed: "You, indeed, have already reached that level. Looking at your scattered aura, I already guessed it—then you still use your real body to run around."

Luo Xuemo also stopped smiling, frowned, and sighed: "I still need one material to refine my natal magic weapon. I have been looking for it for 300 years, and now I have some news , no matter what, I'm going to find it myself."

Cheng Yin asked: "What is it, do you need my help?"

Luo Xuemo shook her head: "There are some things that you have to do yourself if you risk your life."

Speaking of this, Luo Xuemo brought the topic back.

"You seem to be very concerned about that little monk."

"He saved me."

Cheng Yin looked at the void, and the hurricane in his eyes gradually solidified, as if it had gathered into a pool of silver gray, and finally he said: "In a few days, I may ask you to borrow the world of mortals."

Luo Xuemo shook her head: "Okay, okay, Hongchen Dojo, I don't know who it is for."

033

Time passes by like flowing water.

When the fifth day came, Cheng Yin suddenly said to Chen Dabao: "Dabao, I suddenly remembered a method that can cure your legs without any prescription."

"Huh?" Chen Dabao raised his head in surprise.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Yin tore off the charms that he personally pasted one by one, and it seemed that he also tore off the memories of the time they spent together. In the end, what Chen Dabao saw was a pair of flowing metal luster. Yes, quicksilver cold eyes.

After the dark sleep brought by those eyes, Chen Dabao saw Meng Xiaobao's face.

Seeing him waking up, Meng Xiaobao smiled and said, "Dabao, your leg is already healed."

Chen Dabao bent his knees and stared blankly at his legs.

There is no difference from before, maybe because it has been wrapped for a while, it looks a little whiter.

He looked at it for a long time before suddenly remembering to ask, "Senior brother, where is Ah Huai?"

Meng Xiaobao looked at him worriedly: "Dabao, Liuhuai should go, don't be too sad."

Chen Dabao stared blankly at Meng Xiaobao, and said slowly, "I'm not sad."

Meng Xiaobao said: "Dabao, let me tell you, after senior brother enters the Danqing Pavilion, he must go to see if there is a way to change the immortal bones, and it will definitely allow you to continue cultivating immortals. As long as you can continue cultivating immortals, you will definitely see you again arrive……"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Dabao looked at Meng Xiaobao suspiciously, "Did you misunderstand something, why do you think I have such deep feelings for Liu Huai?"

"..." Meng Xiaobao blinked, "...Sorry, I'm overthinking."

Chen Dabao's sluggish expression had gradually turned into an unspeakable excitement. He took Meng Xiaobao's hand and said sharply, "Do you know who Liuhuai is? Do you know?"

Meng Xiaobao shook his head.

Chen Dabao smiled cheaply: "Elder Ling Jianfeng Cheng Yin, have you ever met?"

Accompanied by silver-gray eyes, the last thing that rang in my ears was this sentence: "I am Ling Jianfeng Cheng Yin, and I will take you as my apprentice."