Shi Zhixuan looked at the small earthen tomb, held Yang Xuyan in his arms, took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and patted the simple tombstone into sawdust. The cold wind blew at night and flew all over the sky.

, scattered all over the floor.

Hou Xibai's feet did not move, and he looked calmly at Shi Zhixuan who suddenly acted like this. He was not angry. There were only faint ripples in his clear and clear eyes, like an indifferent stone man.

Shi Zhixuan nodded secretly. The Kung Fu of the Huajian School has extremely high requirements on the mind. It needs to be in love and out of love. In the end, it will reach the state of supreme forgetfulness of love.

Disturbed. Heaven is supremely private, and its use is supremely public. The control of life is Qi. The dead are the root of life, and the living are the root of death. Kindness is born from harm, and harm is born from kindness. The Tao of the "Book of Changes" says: "All things are born.

They are all reborn.”

The supreme forgetfulness of emotion is not ruthless. Forgetfulness of emotion is a state of silence without emotion. It is like forgetting. The reason why the speaker cares is because he is so proud that he forgets a word.

Shi Zhixuan deliberately destroyed his father's tombstone in front of Hou Xibai, just to test Hou Xibai's character and see if it meets the martial arts requirements of the Huajian Sect. However, he is somewhat crazy. Who in a normal person would destroy it?

The tombstone of the disciple’s father is used to test one’s xinxing.

Fortunately, at this time, Shi Zhixuan had just entered the ranks of neurosis, and his condition was not as serious as it would be in the future. There was a bit of sparkle in his melancholy eyes, and his eyes were bright, like cold stars, as he walked to a rocky place.

In front of him, he used his palm as a knife. It was as sharp as a hot knife cutting through butter. He easily cut out a stone tablet in just a few strokes.

Shi Zhixuan patted the stone tablet lightly, and the stone tablet suddenly sank halfway into the ground. He stretched out his fingers and drew carvings on the stone tablet. Dragons flew and phoenixes danced, and the lime rustled down. In just a moment, a new stone-carved tombstone was ready.

Hou Xibai looked at the same seven characters, but the handwriting was different, bohemian, wild and unrestrained, strong muscles and bones, silver hooks and iron paintings, flying dragons and snakes, showing the unruly look of a scribe. It was definitely a good calligraphy, even better than Hou Xibai's before.

The characters are even more wonderful, it is definitely a masterpiece.

This is not because Shi Zhixuan's calligraphy skills are higher than Hou Xibai's, but because Hou Xibai was young, weak and weak at the time, so his calligraphy skills could not be fully displayed, and he lacked a bit of the vigor and strength to penetrate the wood.

Hou Xibai bowed and expressed his gratitude to Shi Zhixuan for what he did. As a son of man, this is what he must do.

Shi Zhixuan didn't have any other expression, he just said lightly.

"Your father's tombstone has been completed, it's time for you to leave with me!"

Hou Xibai nodded silently, knelt down on the ground, knocked on his father's grave three times, then stood up and walked to Shi Zhixuan.

Shi Zhixuan grabbed Hou Xibai, held Yang Xuyan in his arms, and unfolded his magic body. In this mass grave, accompanied by the harsh cries of crows, it was like a ghost, leaving behind afterimages and disappearing in place.

, only a small earth bag and a stone tombstone were left.

Fenghuang Mountain is located in the west of Duofu Plain in the northeast of Chengdu. The main peak rises more than a hundred meters high. The mountain is majestic and beautiful, winding for dozens of miles. It is surrounded by cascading mountains and surrounded by mountains. The main peak rises above the mountains and looks like a

The phoenix spreads its wings and is about to fly, so it is nicknamed "Phoenix Mountain".

Going south through Fenghuang Mountain, the mountains are covered with old trees and withered weeds. A river winds from the northwest and flows to the southeast. Both sides of the river are covered with maple trees. At the peak of autumn, some maple leaves turn red, red and yellow.

Green complements each other, creating rich color levels and a very beautiful scenery.

Hou Xibai was caught by Shi Zhixuan, and basking in the warm morning sun, he crossed the river and flew at full speed along the south branch of Fenghuang Mountain.

Passing through the maple forest and passing through the mountain gorge, the scenery suddenly changes, and you can see deep luxuriant trees, pools and pools that follow the mountains and are connected with rushing rapids. The terrain of the ravine is like steps, with high and low waterfalls overflowing.

Where there is no road, there is a cave. There are many hidden willows and bright flowers. It is a wonderful place to explore the secrets.

Wild trees are intertwined according to the mountain topography of the pool, and green moss and green grass flow. The flowing water either cascades down, or falls in stages, and the water hits the stubborn rocks, forming a moving scene of countless swirling and splashing water.

Shi Zhixuan led two disciples and jumped up to the huge rock at the top of a waterfall. Suddenly, his eyes opened up. In front of him was the endless primitive ancient forest. On the left was the end of the Phoenix Mountains, ending with several surrounding mountains. On the right was the horizon.

The wilderness forest sea.

Climb down the slippery rocks and enter the forest. Huge ancient trees stand tall in the sky, and spiritual beasts and strange birds jump and fly among the forest leaves, which is full of life and interest.

Shi Zhixuan was walking quickly among the trees, and suddenly the space opened up, and a small stone house appeared. There was a gravel road extending forward next to the house. The winding left and right disappeared deep into the forest, and the entrance to the small valley could not be seen. The small building in the forest finally appeared.

in front of my eyes.

Youlin Xiaozhu was not actually built by Shi Zhixuan. It was the place where a generation of sword masters, known as "Dominators of Swordsmanship", stayed in Yueshan and stayed there until their old age.

Back then, Ba Dao Yueshan was an extremely talented swordsman. He could be said to be the best swordsman in the world. He was very majestic. However, he was so talented that he could not be brilliant. He met an unparalleled genius swordsman, the fledgling Heavenly Sword Song Que. Song Que

Although this person's name has the connotation of imperfection, he is indeed an extremely perfect person.

Song Que was born in the Song Dynasty, with a noble family background, handsome appearance, unparalleled style, perseverance, extraordinary aptitude, and amazing swordsmanship. Such a perfect person, even if he was just starting out, was still sharp and unstoppable, defeating the famous people at that time.

The master of swordsmanship dominates Daoyue Mountain and successfully reaches the top of the world's best swordsman.

But later on, Song Que's life was not all smooth sailing. He met Fan Qinghui, a former disciple of Cihang Jingzhai, fell in love with her at first sight, and fell in love.

The practice of disciples of Cihang Jingzhai is somewhat similar to that of the Huajian Sect. They fall in love and fall out of love, and finally embark on the path of forgetting love. Only then can they practice "Cihang Sword Code", one of the four great wonders, to a high level.

Song Que later came to his senses, cut off the relationship with his sword, returned to the Song Dynasty, married an extremely ugly wife, had children, practiced swordsmanship, and pursued martial arts to the highest level. He also worked hard to manage the Song Dynasty and wanted to restore the Han Dynasty.

It is a pity that he met Yang Jian again, a hero. He could not succeed, so he could only surrender and live in Lingnan, hiding his power and biding his time.

There are several wooden houses in the secluded forest house, which are already covered with dust, as if no one has lived in them for a long time.

Shi Zhixuan put Hou Xibai down and looked at the scene in front of him with a sigh and emotion. He looked at things and thought about people, with a sad expression and melancholy eyes. He became a literati who was sad for spring and autumn, and slowly walked towards the small house.

On that day, Bi Xiuxin wanted to break the seal of immortality, but her skills backfired and her efforts were exhausted. Knowing that she didn't have much time left, she took her daughter Shi Qingxuan to live in Dashi Temple. After her death, her body was cremated and her ashes were sent to Cihang Jingzhai.

Qinghui originally wanted to take Shi Qingxuan to Jingzhai to raise her, but was rejected by him and stayed at Dashi Temple.

Therefore, no one has lived in Youlin Xiaozhu for a long time, and Shi Zhixuan has come back for the first time. He sneaked into Dashi Temple secretly before, and secretly saw his daughter Shi Qingxuan, but he didn't know whether it was because of guilt or because he didn't dare to face it. After all, Shi Zhixuan did not have the courage to take Shi Qingxuan back.

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When Shi Zhixuan saw things and missed people, he became mentally ill. He just sat blankly in the wooden house and ignored Hou Xibai and the two people outside. Time gradually passed and the sun set in the west. The orange-red light dyed the mountains red, which was particularly gorgeous.

Hou Xibai looked at Yang Xuyan lying on the ground. He was still asleep. He sighed helplessly, touched his empty belly with his little hand, shook his head, and walked to a wooden house on the left. There were all tables and chairs, and even

There are also tools commonly used in daily life, such as cooking utensils.

Hou Xibai searched in the wooden house and found a rice jar. There was some old rice in it, which was edible, so don't smile.

Holding the iron pot and other cooking utensils in his arms, Hou Xibai walked out of the wooden house and came to the stream. He washed and scrubbed. After a while, he was clean. He filled a small bucket of clear mountain stream water and returned to the wooden house.

Hou Xibai lit a fire, built a simple stand, put the iron pot on it, added water and rice, and started to have enough food and clothing.

The flame was beating, bright and warm, blocking the cold wind in the mountains. There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and a strong aroma overflowed. Hou Xibai took a deep breath, and it was so fragrant. Hou Xibai hadn't eaten rice for a long time, and his stomach was full.

There was a cooing sound.

Hou Xibai ignored Shi Zhixuan and Yang Xuyan. He filled a bowl full of rice porridge in a small ceramic bowl. He didn't bother to boil it. He drank in circles along the bowl, sticking out his tongue from time to time.

The sound of exhalation continued.

The sky gradually dimmed. When Hou Xibai saw that Shi Zhixuan still hadn't come out, he ignored Yang Xuyan and didn't want to be cold outside. He entered the small wooden house on the left by himself, cleaned it briefly, and found something from the cabinet.

He climbed onto the bed, closed his eyes, and fell into sleep.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes were shining brightly in the dark house, like wild beasts, mysterious and dangerous. He woke up from his memories, stood up, with a complicated face, then walked out of the wooden house and looked at Yang Xuyan lying on the ground,

Hou Xibai disappeared, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Shi Zhixuan's eyes moved accordingly, looking at the ashes left on the ground and the iron pot that had not been cleaned next to him. He ignored Yang Xuyan, a poor child. He raised his mind perception and heard a faint sound in his ears.

He took a deep breath, moved his steps, and walked into the wooden house on the left. Looking at Hou Xibai who was sleeping soundly, the corners of his eyes twitched, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes. This boy would not harm himself.

Shi Zhixuan turned around and left the wooden house, and began to settle Yang Xuyan who was lying outside.

In the early morning, the sky is white with fish belly, the dim light breaks the darkness, and the mountain wind with a bit of chill blows by, bringing refreshing fresh air mixed with the fragrance of vegetation.

Hou Xibai's eyes were sleepy, his red mouth slightly pouted, he let out a long yawn, straightened his arms, slowly got up, rubbed his eyes that he didn't want to open, with a bit of laziness after a rest.

Lazy, walked out of the wooden house, stood on the open ground, took a deep breath, the cool air entered his lungs, and he suddenly woke up.

Hou Xibai glanced around and didn't see Yang Xuyan's unlucky child, and he wasn't surprised. It seemed that his insane master had returned to normal.

Just when Hou Xibai was secretly complaining, Shi Zhixuan walked out of the wooden house in the middle, dressed in a scholar's blue robe, with a face as warm as jade, delicate and smooth, eyebrows like sword blades, slanting into the sky, eyes like cold stars, bright and clear, nose bridge high, lips

Like cicada wings, with a bit of melancholy and sadness, full of mature uncle style, in modern society, he is definitely the charming uncle pursued by countless girls, crying and shouting to have children for him.

However, even in this era, it is remarkable that Shi Zhixuan has been a relationship liar. He cheated Zhu Yuyan with sex and money. He was so miserable that he turned his back and refused to recognize anyone after he lifted his pants. He was a complete scumbag.

Nowadays, Zhu Yuyan is searching for Shi Zhixuan all over the world. She hates him so much but can't forget him. She wants to die with him and will pay any price for it.

"Master!"

Hou Xibai shouted. It was crispy, pink and jade, and looked very cute.

Shi Zhixuan didn't think so. Hou Xibai was smart and mature, far better than his peers, so he nodded.

"Squeak!"

The sound of the wooden door made Yang Xuyan, the unlucky child, finally wake up. Wearing a black silk brocade suit with a cold expression, he walked out of the wooden house on the right. His eyes were black and white, but without any anger. He was extremely cold.

It doesn't have any ordinary human warmth.

Hou Xibai turned his eyes and looked at Yang Xuyan, who was as cold as ice, and frowned secretly. This boy looked frustrated, as if everyone in the world owed him a lot, making it difficult for people to get close to and like him. He was too resentful and made him feel cold.

It feels like a cold-blooded snake, dangerous and vicious.

"Master!"

Yang Xuyan walked up to Shi Zhixuan, bowed respectfully, and shouted respectfully, with a trace of fear and jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Seeing this, Hou Xibai thought thoughtfully. It seems that his cheap fellow disciple is also a precocious person. He is worthy of being a member of the royal family. At such a young age, he is deep-minded and bears the burden. He is not a good person. I will treat him in the future.

Just be more careful.

Shi Zhixuan was very satisfied with Yang Xuyan's respect. He didn't care at all about the fear and jealousy in Yang Xuyan's eyes. The Demon Sect respects the strong, and the relationship between master and disciple is very weak. The matter of master and disciple cannibalism is also

It happens all the time, and it's all trivial things not worth mentioning.
To be continued...