Taiping Inn

Beimang Mountain is so huge. The group left the Green Lake and continued to travel north. The terrain gradually rose, and the climate became colder, with frost covering the dry grass.

The middle-aged man wearing armor under his robe walked at the front of the team, expressionless.

They walked all the way from the Green Lake. First, blood rushed to the sky, and then the mountains shook and the earth shook, which made many people in the group secretly shocked. With such momentum, I am afraid that even the great masters of the Heavenly Realm could not handle it. Could it be that those immortals in the Immortal Realm took action?

After walking for an unknown period of time, the view suddenly opened up. In the depths of this Beimang Mountain, there was a quiet lake. Unlike the Green Lake, the lake water was clear and the bottom was visible. The bottom of the lake was covered with round and smooth pebbles, and the lakeside was a flat land with green grass. As the saying goes, running water never rots, and door hinges never rot. The reason why the water here is clear is that there is a stream connected to the lake, and there is also a waterfall pouring down from the mountains above the lake, which makes the lake water flowing.

The middle-aged man stopped here, looking at the waterfall, and remained silent.

A handsome man carrying a bow came behind the middle-aged man and whispered, "General, will they really leave from here?"

The middle-aged man called "General" slowly said, "This is what the senior said. The senior is proficient in "Ziwei Dou Shu" and "Xiantian Bagua". What he calculated will not be wrong."

Behind the man carrying a bow, there is a beautiful woman carrying a bow. She whispered, "Why is the general so sure that they can beat the old man?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Do you think it's just a coincidence that the phoenix gall appears here?"

The man and woman looked at each other with a worried look on their faces. They couldn't help but feel great awe for the general and the senior mentioned by the general.

This is probably a plan that has no omissions.

The middle-aged man calmly looked at the waterfall falling into the cold pond, stirring up white water mist, thinking.

Since he had the honor of meeting that senior twenty years ago, his life trajectory has changed greatly, from a penniless peasant to a big man in the world.

It was like being in a dream.

But all this happened so truly, which made him worship that gentleman as a god and believe in his words.

He stepped back a few steps to avoid the diffuse mist, and at the same time allowed himself to better observe the small lake, and sighed: "The power of heaven is unpredictable."

At this moment, a group of black crows flew from a verdant old tree not far from the small lake, standing on the branches, "wow wow" screaming.

Crows symbolize death and are the symbol of Zaoge Sect and Yinyang Sect.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the crows and murmured, "The crows are crowing restlessly. It seems that the wind direction has changed, as you expected."

An old man who looked like he was about 50 years old was struggling forward on the mountain road, leaning on a bamboo he had broken from somewhere, using it as a hiking stick. It was a bit like "a bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse", but because of the long time, the bamboo stick had faded from green to a withered yellow.

The old man walked neither fast nor slow, letting the mountain breeze gently blow through his gray hair, and occasionally stopped to watch the scenery, very leisurely.

He thought he was not an ambitious person. He would never do more than do less, and he was leisurely and comfortable all day, which was quite pleasant. But there is a saying that is really insightful: when you are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself. Sometimes, you don't want to be nosy, but things just come to you, and you can't refuse them. How can you reason with this?

If only the senior brother was still alive.

He was the senior brother, and these things should have been his.

It was a pity that the senior brother who was better than him in every way passed away earlier than him. I don’t know if it was because God was jealous of his talent.

When people get old, they always like to reminisce about the past.

Back then, he and his senior brother studied under the master together. That was really an unforgettable time.

At that time, there were many old friends who are no longer with us. At that time, everyone was still young people in their early twenties. The older ones were only thirty years old, and the youngest ones were just teenagers.

Among these people, there was undoubtedly a young man named Situ Xuance who was the most dazzling. He had already stepped into the ninth floor of the Return to the Realm at a young age, and almost took away all the glory of the entire sect. So whenever everyone was concentrating on listening to the master’s teachings, Situ Xuance, who had already become famous in the sect, hid at the back of the crowd, holding a long sword and closing his eyes to pretend to sleep.

At that time, he was young and inexperienced. Seeing Situ Xuance sleeping all day and not learning swordsmanship, he followed suit. Then, every time the sect took a big exam, Situ Xuance, who slept all day, always topped the list, while he could only rank at the bottom. He was inevitably scolded and punished by his master, and laughed at by his fellow disciples.

After that, he understood a truth: people are born with extraordinary talents. Some people are born with extraordinary talents. Others have to memorize things all night, but he can remember them after just one look. Others may need to practice for a year or two, but he may only need a month. So after that, he gave up the idea of ​​comparison and just did his best.

Later, he entered the martial arts world. From that time on, his fellow disciples began to leave one after another. Some died at the hands of the enemy sect, some died because of personal grudges, some died in the martial arts due to poor skills, some betrayed their master and were killed by their own people, some died from practicing martial arts, some died from fighting for secret books and treasures, and some died in several martial arts battles.

There are various ways to die, each has its own Jianghu. Those who survived are lucky. Today's Jianghu seniors have become seniors because they survived.

In short, it is more appropriate to describe it as a great wave washing away the sand. When you are young, you may have hundreds of brothers and sisters. When you are old, if there are still ten left, it is considered a prosperous population. This is also the reason why there are only a handful of old guys in the major sects. It is really because this Jianghu is not a good place. I don’t know how many people can leave safely if they enter the Jianghu alone.

Later, the senior brother also died.

In the Jianghu, backing is one thing, and one’s own ability is another, but it does not mean that with these two, you can rest assured. Sometimes, human power cannot defeat destiny, and death is said to be dead.

As for how the senior brother died, he still doesn’t know. It may be assassinated by someone, or it may be some other reason. The master did not say, and he did not ask. Because he knew that if the master didn't want to talk, it would be useless for him to ask. Even if he knelt in front of the master and smashed his head, the master would not say a word.

Since the death of his senior brother, all his desire to win seemed to disappear overnight. He no longer set foot in the martial arts world, and no longer asked about the affairs of the master. He began to drink and often got drunk alone. In the eyes of many people, he became a complete useless person, so many people wanted to take this opportunity to add insult to injury. It was nothing more than humiliating him. After all, he had some status in the master's sect in the past. Now they felt that he had fallen from a high place into the mud, so they wanted to step on him.

Unfortunately, he did let go of a lot, but there was only one thing he didn't let go of, that was the capital for his survival in the martial arts world, that is, his realm cultivation. He was not stupid and knew what he could let go of and what he could never let go of. So on a stormy night, he cleaned up those people who were becoming more and more unruly by himself, and the bodies were neatly placed in the yard.

Afterwards, the master still stood by and watched coldly as usual, without saying a word. He had the body collected and buried properly, and then no one came to disturb his peace.

Later, the master may have felt that he was no longer useful, and he successively accepted several disciples. Although they were nominal junior brothers, they were almost the same as his apprentices. There were many things that the master was unwilling to teach, so he, the senior brother, did it for him.

Unknowingly, more than ten years passed in a blink of an eye.

Those junior brothers also grew up, but unlike him and his senior brother, they did not fight for everything. These junior brothers fought openly and secretly, but the master was happy to see it happen, so he did a lot of dirty work for these junior brothers over the years.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "I am old, and I have to go to the rivers and lakes again. It's really a hard life."