Forty White-haired Immortal
When the man saw Lu Yinche and the other two, he looked as if he had seen a ghost: "You, you guys? Why are you here?"
Lu Yinche thought to himself that he was not dead yet, and it was not the case that he could see a ghost in broad daylight. But his master, the old immortal who should have ascended to heaven two or three thousand years ago, how could he appear so brazenly near a mortal valley?
He looked up at the sky. Could it be that God had gone blind again?
Wait, why did he use "again"?
Xiaoyao Sanren's appearance was instantly recognizable, his white hair and youthful appearance. He claimed that his hair had turned gray from excessive cultivation and too many late nights in his youth, which led to him accidentally refining a golden elixir, which he couldn't change. Lu Yinche believed his claim was only slightly plausible. According to him, everyone in the world had to carefully prepare themselves before forming an elixir, making sure they looked polished and beautiful.
No matter how difficult it is, you still have to dodge the thunder elegantly without worrying about spraining your waist.
It can be seen that Lu Yinche's ability to talk nonsense can be said to be passed down from their master.
Xiaoyao Sanren, who was standing in front of him, saw Lu Yinche's face clearly and took a step back to retreat into the house. Lu Yinche stepped forward to stop him, preventing him from escaping. Xiaoyao's face changed immediately, and he put on a tearful expression: "My poor disciple, how could someone dig up his grave and take his body after being dead for hundreds of years? Where is justice? Where is it!"
Bao recognized him.
Lu Yinche rolled his eyes. There was no etiquette between master and apprentice. He coughed and said, "It's original. Master, please stop pushing me. Your acting skills are not good enough. You can't cry."
Xiaoyao glared at him: "That's the prop I have in my sleeve that I haven't taken out yet. It's super pure crystal tears. I can't bear to part with it. What do you know?"
Lu Yinche: ...
He asked, "So why are you staying in this remote corner of Nanjun?"
Their sect, the sect of both of them, was, to be precise, Xiaoyao's cave, located in the immortal mountains beyond the East Continent. It was a first-class retreat, a haven of seclusion, situated on the edge of the Heavenly Dao's oversight, capable of accommodating a being of Xiaoyao's caliber, without being expelled from this world. Lu Yinche had dreamed of receiving Heaven's guidance, heading east in pursuit of opportunity, and it was there that he arrived, where Xiaoyao resided. He was accepted as his personal disciple, and later, with the secret treasure, the Anling Lantern, he discovered, bringing his sect fame to the world.
Xiaoyao: "Wow, you bad disciple! Your master is so old, and you still want to kick me out?"
"Didn't you tell me eight hundred times a day that this world is boring and life is meaningless?" Lu Yinche spread his hands.
Xiaoyao was unable to argue with the original quote and abruptly changed the subject. He looked at Yan Yanshu standing behind Lu Yinche and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, who is this? Is it the good disciple I've been thinking about?"
Good disciple Yan Yanshu: "Hello, Master."
"You called me wrong. You should call me Grandmaster." He looked at Yan Yanshu's cultivation and was very satisfied with his natural sword bones. "When did you get so lucky to pick up such a good seedling? Oh, your cultivation is incredible. You are half a step away from ascending. Is this not a master you found outside who is here to challenge me?" The second half of the sentence was said to Lu Yinche.
"What are you talking about!" Lu Yinche said, "I'm not saying that if you want disciples, then take in two more. Cast a wide net and catch more fish. When mortals sow seeds, they know that some of them will die and won't grow. Who can guarantee that there won't be an infertile disciple among them?"
He scolded himself so harshly, Xiaoyao's eyes widened: "Did I let you give birth by yourself?"
Lu Yinche smiled and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Yan Yanshu, a sword cultivator from the Chengxiao Sect. He's not your good little grandson, but he's considered your son-in-law."
He glanced at Yan Yanshu, who had no particular expression on his face. He looked perfectly well-behaved, without the airs of a worldly leader. But Lu Yinche was a sincere man, and to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he boldly stated, "She's your disciple's wife."
Yes, that’s right, Yan Yanshu called him husband in person, although he saw him in a dream.
Xiaoyao didn't show any shock on his face, and replied, "Oh, a child bride."
Lu Yinche urged him to bring out some kind of gift. Xiaoyao had no idea what to do with this jerk of a disciple who "got his mother after marrying a wife", so he took out the small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. It contained his "crystal tears" that he was reluctant to part with, and he couldn't stop even after turning his head.
The good disciple didn't give him the slightest chance to regret, and took it and stuffed it into Yan Yanshu's arms: "This is a good thing, my master has nothing bad here, the best wine seeds, the immortal wine is made from this thing, there is no mistake."
Yan Yanshu behaved politely and gracefully, thanking him with such grace that Xiaoyao was astonished. How could such a beautiful flower be planted in cow dung? He said earnestly, "Don't let this kid's appearance fool you. Just do what you have to do. If he tries to trick you with his smooth talk or takes advantage of you to force you, kick him out as soon as possible. With your level of cultivation, it shouldn't be difficult; he definitely can't defeat you."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yinche knew his master must have been in seclusion for a long time, unaware of the rumors circulating outside. Otherwise, the resounding name Yan Yanshu would have been accompanied by a poignant background music of romantic romances, swordplay, and swordplay. Who wouldn't sigh that being associated with Lu Yinche was truly unlucky for the Sword Master?
But he himself admitted it was his own free will, his own will! That's just how charming I am! Sooner or later, Lu Yinche would have to ask Xuanjilou to publish a big-character poster, publish it on the front page, and clear his name.
Then again, how did Xiaoyao, the master, who didn't even know about the rumors outside, conclude that Yan Yanshu must have been coaxed and forced into coming? Was his previous image such a terrible playboy and scumbag?
Facing Lu Yinche's accusing gaze, Xiaoyao said confidently, "Although your master's fortune-telling skills are average, he can still see the big picture. You're a typical romantic disaster. I told you not to go out and flirt with other women. Now that you're married, you should also take care of yourself and not fall in love with others."
Yan Yanshu said "hmm" seriously on the side.
You're fucking bullshit, you're fucking bullshit.
Lu Yinche stepped on him, but Yan Yanshu did not dodge. Instead, he put his left hand behind his back to prevent him from falling due to unstable footing.
Xiaoyao then realized they were still standing in this simple courtyard. Reluctantly, he stepped back and walked into the house. There was really no place to entertain guests here. It was not much different from Lu Yinche's dream, except that the clothes hanging out to dry were now blue, embroidered with intricate and exaggerated patterns, very similar to what Xiaoyao was wearing.
Lu Yinche pulled Yan Yanshu to sit on the bed, quite casually.
He got straight to the point: "What's so strange about this place? Heaven didn't strike you with lightning."
Xiaoyao Sanren was always unhappy: "Why chop it? You can create a small heaven, but I can't cheat the big one?"
Small Heavenly Dao, Seven Different Towers?
"How can this be the same?" Lu Yinche said this and gave Yan Yanshu a look. The latter understood and stood up to finish what the master had not done, boiling water and making tea, like a hardworking young wife.
"Then you become my master and we can switch places."
"No, everyone says the new generation pushes the old generation forward. Even if I try my best, I can't catch up with you," Lu Yinche said with a playful smile, offering him tea. The small table on the bed was placed just right, making his movements very natural. "If you ascended, I could become the number one in our sect, right?"
"Why, do you really want me to ascend?" Xiaoyao said impatiently.
"I didn't," Lu Yinche mentioned the ascension several times, not because he was sincere, but because he had to say something: "But Master's wife thought so."
Yan Yanshu looked at Xiaoyao, whose expression had suddenly gone blank, and retracted his wandering consciousness, shaking his head slightly at Lu Yinche. Xiaoyao seemed oblivious and drank the tea in his cup. "Master's wife, Master's wife, you haven't seen your master's wife yet."
Lu Yinche had indeed never seen him. When he became Xiaoyao's disciple, he had already looked like this, his hair and beard completely white. Don't listen to his nonsense, it was just grief that turned his hair white overnight.
It was all for that master's wife.
How did Lu Yinche know this? It was from the Xuanji Tower's Reflection Mirror.
Xiaoyao had two purposes when he crafted the Soul-Calming Lamp, one of the Four Secret Treasures. First, to illuminate it, guiding the soul back into the cycle of reincarnation, seeking rebirth and avoiding lingering in this world, lest its soul be scattered. Second, to borrow the Tracing World Mirror from the Xuanji Tower, so he could see through life and death, locate his master's wife's soul on the Dongjun Fairy Island, and persuade her to leave.
In fact, to achieve this goal, it would be best to have a heart-searching bell as a medium to communicate with the dead souls who have not yet become ghosts.
Facing a silent and invisible soul that only stays by the side of its lover in this life according to instinctive obsession, the most difficult of the four secret treasures, the Guansheng Flute, can only be said to be the icing on the cake, because its function is to assist the operation of the way of heaven and guide the direction of the next life.
Xiaoyao's entire life's work had yielded only a single soul-soothing lamp, a feat truly limited by chance and elusive. But this was enough. Lu Yinche knew Xiaoyao had truly found the soul of his beloved and personally sent her away, severing their earthly ties. He remained alone, remaining where he was, burning the old letters and portraits, unable to escape.
The borrowed Mirror of Reflection was not returned so quickly, and Lu Yinche saw the image of his master's wife there, quietly, without letting Xiaoyao know. But Xiaoyao might not be unaware of it, he just didn't dare to look, didn't dare to recall, didn't dare to miss her, as if he could really do it by saying "don't dare".
That beautiful and gentle female cultivator said that it would be wonderful to ascend to heaven. Even if she wasn't worthy of being a human, being a pair of birds in the upper realm would be fine, free and unrestrained. Unfortunately, she lacked talent and her lifespan was drawing to a close. What good would it do to replenish her elixir supply? Whether human or immortal, death is inevitable.
Xiaoyao, can you go to the upper realm for me and see if it is really magnificent and beautiful, is it really a paradise in my dreams?
Lu Yinche said: "You promised her."
"I'm already late." Xiaoyao said.
"Actually, ascension may not be a good thing, right?" Lu Yinche looked into his eyes with the same sincerity as when he was studying many years ago.
But Xiaoyao Sanren did not meet his gaze.
"What's so good about ascension? But I don't want ascension, I just want to fulfill a promise."
He seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes passing through where Lu Yinche was and looking at the yard outside the window. The flowers and trees were growing well, with lush branches and leaves.
"You've taken good care of this place, like someone who lives a normal life. The human world is a place for living. It's really hard for me to forget those days, and it's hard for me to forget her. But I can't guarantee that when I go to the upper realm, I will still remember all of this, and whether I will still remember what I went there for."
Lu Yinche did not interrupt him.
"But I should go. I have to go. I'm already late."
He suddenly met Lu Yinche's eyes and smiled: "Good disciple, I will go first. You don't need me to lead you the rest of the way."
Lu Yinche raised his glass and toasted him.
The house shook, shaking off some grass and dust from the roof. A shadowy figure passed by, and the white-haired immortal disappeared, as if he had never been there. A dim lamp remained where it had been.
Lead the soul to rest and forget the worries of the world.
Lu Yinche didn't touch the lamp. Instead, he raised his head and asked Yan Yanshu, "When did you say he left?"
Yan Yanshu shook his head: "It's been a long time."
"But luckily, you left me a message, didn't you?" Lu Yinche smiled. "You chose here instead of Dongzhou Fairy Island. I just don't know when I built the yard. I'm glad I didn't laugh at the master's poor craftsmanship and the ugly fence. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing."
He just stared at the lamp, not knowing how long it stayed there.
Yan Yanshu walked over and gently held his head in his arms.
Lu Yinche did not break free from the comforting embrace. He remained silent for a rare moment. His voice was muffled: "Wait a little longer."
Let me stay a little longer, just a little longer.
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