Chapter 265 Shen Zhizhuo's memories of his life

The night in the mountains here is beautiful, and the stars that can be picked with hands in Li Bai's poems seem to be embodied.

There are tents around, and in the middle of the tent is a square wooden table, on which are placed various fruits brought from the Shen family.

The watermelon is cut into triangles of uniform size, and the red flesh is mouth-watering just by looking at it.

A little further away is a grill, and Shen Zhiyin took out the wild boar brought from the island. The meat is cut, not too much.

Except for the three brothers of the Shen family who know that she has a large capacity, everyone else thinks that Shen Zhiyin took it out from those supplies.

It is said to be wild boar, but it does not have much smell, but instead has an indescribable herbal fragrance.

No one except Shen Zhiyin could eat enough at Shen Zhizhuo's meal. Almost everyone gathered around the aroma of roasted pork.

"Where did this pork come from? It smells so good."

Shen Zhizhuo also came over. Although he couldn't see clearly, his nose was very sharp.

"Smells good!"

It must have been brought by his little apprentice. This was not ordinary meat.

"The meat is roasted. Everyone, be careful not to burn it."

The young people roasted the meat, and the old people were responsible for eating.

Delicious roasted meat, fruits, and the fine wine brewed by Shen Zhiyin himself. One sip of it would make their tongues fall off.

Eating like this doesn't worry about food accumulation.

This kind of life is what retirement should be like.

In the end, the old men were a little drunk.

Old Liu opened up his mouth under the influence of alcohol, and with his old face flushed, he hugged Shen Zhizhuo's thigh and cried loudly.

"Little Master Uncle, Little Master Uncle, why don't you go back to find me? Why don't you go back to Kunqing Sect? And hiccup... I can't find the ashes of my master, senior brothers and sisters, I can't find any of them."

"You don't know, I want to see you in my dreams, but... but none of you come to see me, not even once in my dreams, don't you want me anymore, wuwuwu..."

He cried so aggrieved.

Under the moonlight, Shen Zhizhuo, dressed in a Taoist robe, raised his head slightly, and his fingers with old wrinkles gently patted Old Liu's head.

He looked at the moon. There were obviously many people around him at this moment, but he seemed to be wandering outside. He actually had some immortal spirit, but also loneliness.

"I can't go back."

Shen Zhizhuo whispered softly, looking up and taking another sip of wine.

Shen Zhiyin squatted beside him, hugging her little knees.

She felt that her grandfather seemed to recall the past through the moon.

From the moment he decided to go down the mountain, Shen Zhizhuo told everyone a fortune.

Dead end.

No matter how many times he told it, it was a dead end, not just for one person, but for everyone.

At that moment, he even hated himself for fortune-telling, because he had no way to break it

. He deduced for three whole days and finally deduced a glimmer of hope.

This glimmer of hope was nothing more than preserving the last bit of the Kunqing Sect's inheritance, and the rest of the people would still die.

He took the deduction results to his senior brother.

Facing life and death, the always serious senior brother smiled.

"How many lives were saved?"

Shen Zhizhuo said hoarsely, "Many, two cities, one village, and the impact in the future will be countless."

His senior brother's answer was, "That's worth it."

Just this one word "worth it", even though they knew what the outcome would be after they came down the mountain, they resolutely joined the Blue State's external resistance forces.

Later, as shown in his hexagram, the disciples of the master's sect responded to the disaster one by one.

The first to die was the senior brother and two senior disciples who defended the city and opened the city defense formation at the cost of their lives.

The enemy's artillery bombarded for five days, and they didn't sleep for five days. When the reinforcements arrived, they had lost all their blood, and no one in the city was injured.

Shen Zhizhuo personally collected their bodies and cremated them.

After that, the third disciple, the fourth disciple...

Shen Zhizhuo found all of them and cremated them personally.

Even though he knew the ending, Shen Zhizhuo felt a sharp pain in his heart as he watched the vibrant lives turn into a handful of ashes in his hands again and again.

Finally, it was his turn and the rest of the disciples' turn. All of them tacitly gave the hope of life to the youngest disciple, Xiao Shi.

What Shen Zhizhuo didn't expect was that at the last moment, the last two disciples would work together to beat him out of the formation.

"Junior Master, you have done enough for everyone. Leave everything to us."

He was already blind at the time.

Shen Zhizhuo's eyes, covered with white veil, were bleeding, and he fainted the moment the formation was activated.

When he woke up, the scene was in a mess. Both their people and the enemy's people died under the meteorite.

After that, he sat in a daze in the heavy rain for a night, groping and taking away the bodies of two disciples, and turned them into ashes like the others.

However, he was blind and had lost all his abilities. He could no longer find the way. He could only wander aimlessly in the world, looking for the way back to Kunqingmen and the news of returning home.

Later, he heard the news that the Shen family had an accident. The city where the Shen family lived was captured. Many people resisted with the Shen family and died in the end.

Xiao Shi and his army rushed to support.

He was a blind man, and when he arrived, everyone had left and the tea was cold.

In the end, he still took his senior brother and the disciples of Kunqingmen home according to the original plan. It took him three years to find them, but Kunqingmen was also affected and collapsed.

He was not able to repair Kunqing Sect, and eventually he took them all with him and continued to wander.

Kunqing Sect was gone, he could not find out about Xiao Shi, and the Shen family was gone.

Later, with the help of his wife, he returned to the Shen family land.

He settled down in this small Taoist temple. He was 45 years old at that time. Later, his wife also died, leaving behind her daughter who was only three years old at the time.

He was afraid that the disaster that befell him would affect his daughter, and that he would eventually lose his only family in this world.

So he gave his daughter to an old couple at the foot of the mountain who had never had children, and returned to the Taoist temple alone.

Later, perhaps because of God's mercy, when he was about to step into the coffin, God sent him a little fairy-like baby, but took away his daughter's life.

However, he did not say any of these, but only patted Old Liu on the shoulder.

"Xiao Shi, Junior Master thought you were gone, but I didn't expect you to achieve such great things. Your master must be very pleased to know."

"Wuwuwuwu..."

Old Liu cried again, crying very sadly.

Reunited after a long separation, happy but also sad.

Shen Zhizhuo watched as Liu Lao fell asleep drunk, and he smiled as he drank.

"It's been so long."

It was so long that Xiao Shi had turned into a gray-haired old man.

"Grandpa."

Shen Zhiyin had just muttered two words when he was hit on the head.

"How many times have I told you not to call me grandpa!"

Shen Zhiyin pouted stubbornly: "I like it, and what's your business if my mouth is on my body?"

"Why can't I control it? I'm your master."

"Then you can't control it either."

The big and the small quarreled, and Shen Zhizhuo seemed to be pulled back from his wandering state.