There was such a story.

The man in the story was young and arrogant. He was a wealthy man in the area. His family had some property, but he was convicted because of the property. His family was harmed by enemies and all the members of the family died. Only a few servants and the young man survived. They ate fruits and dried fruits in the mountains and quenched their thirst with spring water. He was very talented and practiced breathing exercises by imitating the white apes in the mountains.

After taking revenge, he didn't know what to do, and the old butler hoped that he would continue to be a wealthy man.

But the young man who is used to the high mountains and distant clouds cannot be a master.

So he distributed all the recovered wealth to the people.

Lying alone on the rooftop of the restaurant, watching the clouds and chasing the moon, getting drunk and carefree.

After waking up, he saw that all the gold and silver on the car were gone, leaving only a few copper coins, which were not enough to pay for the wine. But in the blink of an eye, even the three copper coins were grabbed by the little urchin and exchanged for candied haws. The young knight was stunned, but then he just laughed out loud. The seventeen-year-old boy carried a knife and went to a restaurant to wash dishes for three months. Only then did he save enough money and took a caravan to the rivers and lakes.

He lived a carefree life, holding his sword and howling. He once invited the Dragon King to drink with him by the mountains and rivers, and once entered a desperate situation to save an unknown person.

There was a time when I was young and participated in a martial arts competition to win a husband, and I can't help but smile when I think about it.

I once wore fine clothes and rode horses, and took pleasure in settling scores.

He achieved the basics of a true immortal before the age of 100, but due to his youthful arrogance, he refused the Jade Emperor's edict.

Because of the disaster, he didn't want the girl to die with him, so he chose to knock her out and hand her over to his companions.

He had to face the devil who was slaughtering people to fulfill his own purpose alone.

Until finally he gave up his own foundation and swung a sword. That sword cut through the blazing lava and also cut off his own path to becoming an immortal.

Countless memories of the past came to his mind, real and painful. Chu Hongtu looked at his hands, these old, wrinkled hands. What he thought of was that in that life, he was old and dying, and that girl had changed her carefree and easygoing nature. In just over a hundred years, she made breakthroughs one after another. At the age of over two hundred, she had broken through the human immortal realm and achieved the realm of earthly immortal.

However, his sword cut through layers of Taoist foundation, and he could only sense his Yuan Qi dispersing and could no longer condense.

When his life came to an end, what he saw was the girl's painful and unwilling look.

He was obviously a wild and heroic knight by nature, but at this moment, big tears fell on his wrinkled hands. He raised his head and saw the girl not far away. She looked the same as she did a thousand years ago, with pain and unwillingness in her eyes. All the things that happened in the past eight hundred years came to his mind, and his eyes were full of sorrow and disappointment: "Why are you doing this again..."

The young Taoist moved his wrist slightly and raised the sword in his hand.

The sword still looks plain.

But it can suppress the sword of the top earth immortal who has been practicing for eight hundred years.

Yu Miao was already in tears: "I was the one who wanted to kill that demon back then. I saw him killing people, but why was it you who ruined your foundation in the end... It's all my fault." Chu Hongtu suddenly laughed out loud: "I'm wrong. I killed him not for you, but because of what he did. Since we are practicing Taoism and becoming heroes, when we see demons, how can we let them do whatever they want? We should kill them with our swords!"

"Be chivalrous and righteous."

"If you only seek your own safety, just build a hut and live there. Why would you be a hero or fight for justice?"

Chu Hongtu held the knife, raised his eyes, looked at the city that he had once protected, and suddenly said:

"Eight hundred years, such a long dream..."

"Miao'er, what kind of deal did you make with the underworld that allowed me to be reincarnated as a human?"

Yu Miao was silent, and replied: "...There are also great demons in the world, and there are times when the Ten Yin Marshals are not able to defeat them."

"I hold the sword for them."

"You have fought for eight hundred years, slayed demons and monsters, wiped out ghosts, maintained yin and yang, and determined the gap between life and death. You have gained good karma in exchange for reincarnation. The underworld Yama does not care about anything else but good karma. Even if you have great good karma, he will never allow you to reincarnate."

Chu Hongtu said: "No wonder I always see you leave occasionally, and your breath is often unstable when you return."

"But do you think that the me after reincarnation is really me?"

Yu Miao replied: "The life span of a cultivator is very long. As long as one can enter the realm of immortality, it can easily be a thousand years. Reincarnation is nothing more than losing memory. Could it be that people in the world would abandon their partner just because he was seriously injured and lost his memory?"

Chu Hongtu was depressed, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute the girl in front of him, so he just said:

"But, you have suffered so much in these eight hundred years..."

“Not bitter.”

Chu Hongtu looked at Qi Wuhuo and asked, "Young friend, do you think that after reincarnation, you will still be the same person?"

The young Taoist thought for a long time but could not get an answer because Yu Yangzi's jade token had been shattered and his memories had been erased.

But Yuyangzi is still Yuyangzi.

Yu Miao and Chun Yang had their jade tokens taken away by their teacher, which temporarily sealed their related memories, but their personalities remained the same and they did not become different people.

So after a long while, he just replied: "I don't know. If it is still the same person, then it is no different from ordinary people who forget their memories for a short period of time. Then the reincarnation of immortals and Buddhas sealing their true spirits would not be called [Tribulations]. But if it is really not the same person, then there would not be the ending of [Returning from Tribulations]."

“I think whether I am a person or not should be judged by whether I am still myself at the end.”

“If I were to sink into the memory of suffering, then I would no longer be myself. But if I were to remain unchanged even after thousands of years of reincarnation, then it would only be a period of time, an experience, and would not be a problem for me.”

Chu Hongtu murmured for a long time, then laughed out loud: "Hahaha, what a great way to be myself, what a great way to come back from a disaster."

"It seems that these eight hundred years have really been a big dream."

"Okay! Let's stop here and stop thinking about it. My brain has never been very good."

"My young friend, I know there are good deeds in the underworld. I died saving someone that year, so it can be considered as some good deeds, right? Hahaha, I'll give it all to you, but now I still want to ask you for something." The old man stretched out his hand and picked up the cup that was floating in the air supported by the innate Qi. There was clear water in the cup without a trace of impurities.

The old man took out the wine jug from his waist, poured out all the wine in it, and then poured half of the love potion into it.

He raised the other half and handed it to the girl in front of him.

Yu Miao looked at him.

The old man smiled brilliantly, just like the young hero who fell down laughing that year, and just like the young man who had fought for a man he had only met once and was covered with eighteen wounds, drinking under the moon, playing the sword and singing, full of vigor and vitality.

He looked calmly at the still stunning girl in front of him and said, "Come on."

"Drink this love potion..."

"Eight hundred years of obsession, eight hundred years of confusion, let go of them all, wake up from a big dream, forget all these, and then go back to being the swordsman who wielded a sword and roamed freely, and there was nothing in the world that he could not cut through."

Yu Miao looked at Chu Hongtu in front of her, seemingly numb but as if she had already expected all this, and took the cup.

But he was stunned and speechless.

Chu Hongtu held the Love Potion in his hand and looked at the water. He recalled the love at first sight in his youth, the quarrels and fights when traveling in the world, the calmness of life and death, the long eight hundred years, and the eight hundred years of blockade of the girl in front of him by his own existence. The complexity in his eyes was so complex that even the young Taoist could not understand it. It was attachment and sigh. Finally, the old man tilted his head back and drank the Love Potion in one gulp.

The wine jug fell to the ground.

This is something that affects the soul. Chu Hongtu closed his eyes and was in a daze for a long time.

He woke up.

This is an old man in a green shirt, sitting on the ground.

He didn't know where he was, he didn't know why he was here.

He was confused and puzzled.

He didn't know why there were tears in his eyes.

But he seemed to feel that his life was coming to an end and he was about to die.

I'm going to die.

So, what to do before you die?

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky was so vast and empty that people could not help but indulge in it. He looked at the mountains and the vast land in the distance. He suddenly stood up and his blood seemed to boil. His life was about to end, he thought, but the world was so vast and beautiful. He saw someone leading a horse and a sword with a lion pattern next to him and picked up the sword.

Then he instinctively soared into the air and landed on the horse. The horse neighed loudly. He raised his hand and threw all the gold and silver on his body to the horse dealer. The latter was very surprised, but he had no use for so much money. The old man had already raised his hand and hit the horse with the scabbard. The horse neighed loudly and ran forward fiercely. The old man had white hair, but he was like a young hero and laughed out loud.

"The world's ups and downs are created by our generation. Once we enter the world, time will pass by quickly."

"Grand ambitions and hegemony are all jokes, but they are no match for a drunken life."

The key changes again, and the voice becomes desolate and free: "I raise my sword, ride my horse, and wave the rain of ghosts, and the bones are like mountain birds startled and flying."

"The world is like the tide and people are like water. I only sigh that few people return to the rivers and lakes."

With a knife in hand and a fine horse riding, there is a road ahead, and there is no place that is not a horizon. The old man's chest is open, and suddenly he is shocked. The innate Qi realm that has been stagnant for a hundred years is pushed forward, and naturally, he breaks through the barrier and becomes a real person. His white hair turns black, and the wrinkles on his face disappear. The fine horse neighs loudly, and the hero who has returned to his youthful appearance presses the knife, gallops on the horse, and I feel at ease and laugh out loud.

The Heartbreak Grass is very powerful. Even if one has broken through the realm and become a real person, his life span is only three days.

But a three-day lifespan, so what!

Hold a sharp sword and ride a fast horse!

Run wildly towards the end of the sky.

Go for a gallop.

To chase to the end of my heart.

Until I die on the road and am buried in the wilderness, with the ground as my mat and the sky as my blanket!

The young Taoist and Yu Miao stood on a high place, watching the old man ride away on a fast horse, watching him break through the realm, watching him not feel sorry even though he only had three days left to live, watching his bright eyes, that kind of unrestrained and unrestrained expression, which made people sigh with regret. The young Taoist held the sword, and seemed to understand why his senior sister Zhi Xiaoyao would accompany such a person back then.

Yu Miao held the Love Potion in her hand.

This is the story.

The protagonist of the story is a girl abandoned by her parents. She was sold to a brothel and almost became a prostitute, but she scratched her face with a hairpin, disfigured herself, and was beaten half to death and locked in the woodshed. She watched the prostitutes outside and struggled to survive. When she crawled out, she felt that the world outside was vast and beautiful.

Then he met an old man and was taken to travel around the world.

Holding a sword, he walked freely, and for thirteen years he practiced the way of the sword, and there was nothing he could not cut off.

But he met a carefree and unrestrained young knight. In fact, he was not attracted by him, but just walked along the way without noticing.

They galloped across the desert together, fighting and playing along the way, but also staying together through life and death.

Yu Miao said: "I don't know where the feelings come from, just like the wind rising from the tip of the green duckweed. Although such feelings are not as great as the ambition to save the world, they unconsciously bind the body and mind... I really don't understand, is it obsession, or emotion."

"Speaking of which, fellow Daoist, is there anyone you care about?"

The young Taoist shook his head and answered frankly, "No."

Yu Miao said: “Really?”

"After all, I am young."

She smiled and said, "Longevity is lonely, so you need a Taoist companion. I have always felt that practicing Taoism to achieve longevity is against the will of heaven. This heaven is not the way of heaven, but the way of heaven giving birth to one, one giving birth to two, and then to three giving birth to all things. We practice, going against three to return to two, and against two to return to one. Only after the three flowers gather at the top of the head can we be considered immortals."

"Practitioners are like walking on a dangerous cliff. They need to hold hands with each other to move forward. This is what a Taoist couple is."

"He died for his chivalrous deeds and for fulfilling his duty. His path should not be cut off like this."

"It's like a person who is traveling with me falls off a cliff, and I am still on this road, so I hold his hand, hoping to pull him back. No matter how hard or painful it is, I can't let go and can't watch him fall off the endless cliff. I wonder if my fellow Taoist can understand my feelings?"

It is neither emotion nor desire, but the friendship of fellow Taoists.

The young Taoist looked at the sky in the distance and said, "I have a story. Would you like to listen to it?"

Yu Miao looked at him.

The young Taoist said, "When the spring dries up, the fishes will be together on land, breathing on each other to keep each other moist and feeding on each other with their saliva."

The spring dried up, and the fish could not survive on land, so they kept each other moist with their breathing and spit so as not to dry out and support each other, just like Yu Miao who had fought for the underworld with a sword for eight hundred years, maintaining the balance of yin and yang, and saved people from life and death several times. The only good deed she got in return was to allow Chu Hongtu to reincarnate, hoping that he could become an immortal.

Yu Miao was touched and said, "Eternal Life..."

“The story behind this sentence is indeed very apt.”

"Like my eight hundred years."

The young Taoist said, "And there is another sentence in this story."

He looked at his sister who still looked like a young girl, and said:

"It is better to forget each other than to support each other in times of adversity."

Yu Miao was dazed and absent-minded.

Even if they had to use saliva to keep each other's bodies moist and struggle to survive, it would be better to roam freely in the vast world.

Suddenly I felt a sense of heartache and emptiness.

The young Taoist looked at the girl next to him and said, "Daoist friend, aren't you going to drink this cup?"

Yu Miao was silent for a long time, holding the love potion, and then suddenly poured it out, and the treasure of the underworld fell to the ground. She made a different decision from Chu Hongtu, but the young Taoist saw the calmness in her eyes and sensed that her aura had changed. It was no longer heartless, nor was it loveless, but it encompassed many things.

He smiled and sighed, then bowed slightly, said nothing more, and turned and left.

The little peacock sat on his shoulder, and Yao Ling hid in the collar of his chest, and asked curiously:

"Why did one person drink and the other didn't?"

"Don't they think differently?"

"No, they all think the same thing."

The young Taoist replied, "I have let it all go."

"Hmm? Then why did one drink and the other not?"

The young Taoist thought for a moment and replied:

"Maybe, one of them drank the love potion because he let go."

"And one because of letting go."

"So whether you drink the love potion or not, it makes no difference."

"I just don't drink it."

“Oh, I see…”

The little peacock and the little medicine spirit were both confused, but the young Taoist priest understood. Even with the same state of mind, the unrestrained chivalrous hero and the free and easy Taoist swordsman would make different choices.

He walked with a sword in hand. The senior sister behind him closed her eyes, and the aura on her body had also changed. She was a direct descendant of the Supreme Being, with extraordinary talent and a sharp sword skill. She had practiced Taoism for less than three hundred years and was already an earthly immortal. However, because of her utmost love and nature, she was able to break through to the realm of human immortal within three hundred years. Also because of her utmost love and nature, she fell into the eight tribulations for eight hundred years.

Now, it’s time to break through.

The young Taoist passed by his senior sister's blessed land and saw that there were quite a lot of people in front of the blessed land. These people were waiting for the sword immortal here to come back, but they were slightly surprised when they saw the young Taoist. They all wanted to bring Chu Hongtu back before, but were forced back by the young Taoist. So they came to find Yu Miao, but were shocked when they saw the young Taoist.

They all retreated together with a loud noise.

The young Taoist raised his eyes slightly, but saw those people were horrified. When he turned sideways, he saw a ghost messenger from the underworld walking out of the void, holding a soul-catching rope. He had an ox head and a horse face. Any cultivator who died would be turned into the two generals of impermanence, while those who died from many other reasons and had the possibility of becoming wandering ghosts would be shown up by the two Yin generals with the ox head and horse face.

When everyone saw the two Yin Marshals, they were already horrified and felt a chill in their hearts.

However, the two famous Yin Marshals were quite polite to the young Taoist priest, and even said, "We have sensed the aura of the Heartbreak Grass, and were wondering who it was. It turned out to be you, Taoist priest... However, the Heartbreak Grass is a poison to the soul. The soul of an ordinary person cannot withstand the medicinal properties, and there is a possibility that they will die and quickly turn into a fierce ghost, so we are waiting in advance."

"After three days, we will go and take his soul away."

"Thank you both."

"You are too polite, Taoist priest."

The Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demon bowed slightly and then left.

All the righteous gods in the underworld and the ten underworld generals are at the level of earthly immortals, and they look down on immortals and gods. Even if the lifespan of a heavenly official has come to an end, they will be captured at any time. However, they are quite courteous to those who have great virtues in the underworld, and will never neglect etiquette. They are proud of their superiors but do not bully the good. They walk the right path and are not afraid of ghosts and gods visiting them.

This actually scared many people so much that the hair on their backs stood up.

The young Taoist reached into his arms and took out two stacks of paper, on which were written the sword arts he had learned. He originally wanted to give his senior sister some help, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary. Once a thought arises, it cannot be crossed; once a thought passes, the world becomes wide.

As practitioners of Taoism, why should we be so rigid?

The young Taoist loosened his hands, and the sword techniques were blown away by the wind, scattered and flew into the secret realm of the blessed land.

Then, naturally, it collapsed and scattered like snow.

The young Taoist waved his right hand, threw out the jade token left by his teacher, and hung it in front of the formation of this blessed land.

There were blue tassels hanging down like sword tassels, swaying in the wind, and Qi Wuhuo turned and left, his temples were white, he carried his zither on his back, and he had no more obsessions. Everyone was relieved, and looked at the jade token swaying curiously, and saw that there was nothing on it, but suddenly mysterious words appeared.

White jade is flawless.

【Therefore, always be nothing, in order to observe its wonders】

I give you the name of Dao——

Jade is wonderful.

The wind blows by, just like when I was riding a horse or walking across the desert grassland.

The jade token seemed to be tinged with sword energy and was shaking slightly.

In front of the two words "Yu Miao", two more ancient characters appeared vaguely, and finally emerged.

【Taishang】