The north wind is blowing, and the leaves are falling in the cold winter. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and on the field ridges, many farmers are busy planting in winter.

The child held the egg and tightened his linen clothes, his face turned red from the cold.

"I'm actually afraid of the cold..."

The child was surprised. He always felt that he had not experienced this feeling for hundreds of years.

There is a red birch forest at the head of the village, with a thatched cottage and a private school in the forest.

In the school, in the creaking old house, the sound of childish recitation can be heard in the distance.

"In the beginning of immortality, there is no surname. The road to heaven and the map of the sea are vast. Only by having great power can we not admire them. Only by having a strong heart can we see..."

Stopping outside the school, the child didn't push the door and stood quietly.

What the children in the school recited was the "Three-Character Immortal Sutra" that the teacher of the school had mastered by himself.

The purpose is for the enlightenment of children. The child has heard this scripture seven times. Every month, his mother will ask him to send a basket of eggs and ask him to be his teacher. In seven months and seven opportunities, he

Standing outside the school, I almost memorized the entire "Three-Character Immortal Sutra".

The little boy asked himself that he was smart and smart and was by no means inferior to other village children, but it was a pity that his husband refused to accept him.

"Why don't you, sir, accept me into the school..." The boy was puzzled. He vaguely felt that these were related to the things he had forgotten.

When the child appeared outside the shabby private school, a child who was slightly one year younger than the child immediately said excitedly.

"Mr. Zi, brother Ning Fan has come to apprentice again. Considering his sincerity for seven months, this time, sir, I must accept him into the school!"

That child, named Ning Gu, was one of Ning Fan's few friends in Ning Village.

After he spoke, all the children stopped reciting and looked at Ning Fan standing outside the window through the dilapidated windows.

"Today is the seventh day, but it is his seventh day. If today, he still does not understand why he cannot enter the private school, he is not worthy of staying in this world..."

In the school, a gentleman in purple clothes smiled slightly.

This man has long hair like a waterfall, handsome appearance, and a purple-gold stone flame mark above his eyebrows.

"But Mr. Zi, brother Ning Fan is really sincere..."

"He is different from you... Let him stand! As for you, study hard..."

In the master's hand, a purple-gold ruler gently tapped Ning Gu's head with love and gentleness.

He didn't slap the child hard on the palm, he never does that.

He teaches without distinction, teaches by words and deeds, and never punishes. This is why Mr. Zi is famous in his hometown.

According to rumors, even the county magistrates outside the village would bow to Mr. Zi.

This man did not seek fame or profit, but many of his disciples became officials in Yue.

In the country of Yue, Confucianism was at its peak, and there were numerous scholars from Taoism, Mohism, military science, law and other schools.

And Mr. Zi’s school of thought is... Zi Xue.

After being taught a gentle lesson by his teacher, Ning Gu rubbed his head and sat down in embarrassment. The sound of chanting resounded in the school again.

Ning Fan stood outside the school holding eggs, clenching his fists unwillingly.

"He's not like you...let him stand!"

Recalling his teacher's words in his mind, Ning Fan gritted his teeth. This time, he was afraid that his apprenticeship would still fail...

But why, sir, doesn’t he accept me... Why am I different from the children here...

On the Wendao Cliff, Meng Xuanzi looked at Ning Fan standing in the purple mist and frowned secretly.

"Today is the seventh day, and countless great monks have stopped at this step... I wonder if this boy can cross this threshold... The dream state of my Taoist heart back then was to get married, and this boy seems to be studying... studying, he

Can I ask for one..."

Outside the private school, Ning Fan stood there for who knows how long.

He thought over and over again that the reason why Mr. Zi did not accept him seemed to be because he was different from others, but why was he different and how was he different?

His eyes gradually showed a depth that did not suit his age.

When this profound color emerged, in the school, the young man in purple smiled slightly.

"This kid is beginning to realize..."

Different, different in what way...

Dark clouds gradually appeared in the sky, and among the dark clouds, cold winter rain began to fall.

Ning Fan stood under the eaves, watching the continuous raindrops, his eyes became more and more profound. After reaching a certain level, it gradually became clear.

"Different... Yes, I am naturally different from them... There are no identical people in the world, and there is no identical rain... The reason why every drop of rain is different is not because of its different shape. The main reason is that their trajectories are different...

Their trajectory was to study and practice calligraphy in Ningcun, Yue State, obtain honors, and serve as an official. However, my purpose should not be like this... I wanted to learn more, but my purpose was not to become an official in Yue State... But I can't remember

For my purpose..."

On the seventh month, Ning Fan finally understood a little bit what the teacher said.

Mr. Ziyi smiled with satisfaction and pushed out the door. He didn't take the egg, but just smiled and patted Ning Fan on the head.

"Take the eggs home to replenish your mother's health... As for you, you have the qualifications to enter the school, but before this qualification, there is still a test..."

"Test?" Ning Fan raised his face.

"Yes, test... My mortal name is Sun, but you don't need to know that my immortal name is Zi Dou... They call me, Zi Dou Immortal Emperor..."

"Zi Dou Immortal Emperor!"

Ning Fan stepped back step by step. With these words, his memory woke up like a river bursting its banks.

Yes, I asked in an illusion...

Yes, this is all an illusion...

But the gentleman in purple clothes in front of me is named Zi Dou and is crowned Immortal Emperor!

Have I been studying with the Immortal Emperor all this time?

"Dare to ask the Immortal Emperor..."

"Call me sir..."

"Yes, I dare to ask, sir, are you real or an illusion?" Ning Fan's eyes narrowed.

"I am neither real nor illusory, but beyond reality and imaginary, at the end of the holy road... The fourth step! If you have the chance, you will know that at this moment, you only have one thing... go home, be filial to your mother, and wait for your orders

Only after my mother has lived a comfortable life can she be qualified to study. If she cannot be filial, she is not worthy of being a human being. If she is not a human being, she cannot climb that mountain and achieve the throne of immortality... Go ahead..."

"yes!"

Ning Fan bowed, carried the eggs, and returned in the rain.

The rain was born in the sky and died on the ground, but when it was about to approach his body, it changed its trajectory strangely.

Mr. Ziyi looked at Ning Fan walking away in the rain and nodded slightly.

"The descendant of Luan Gu, he is a talent that can be created..."

Ning Fan walked through the rain curtain, and his heart gradually became clear.

In this purple mist illusion, Yueguo Ning Village, he should have stayed for seven months, but in the outside world, it was seven days.

In seven days, his mana increased from 1015 armor to 1085 armor. It was not a demonic power, but an increase in mana...

"Can I increase my magic power by understanding this for a month more..."

He was silent for a moment. This Mr. Ziyi was the Zi Dou Immortal Emperor, a master that true immortals could not look up to, and a teacher from ancient times.

But Ning Fan couldn't tell whether this person was really a phantom, because his realm was far from enough. He couldn't even tell whether the other person was just a phantom conjured by the purple mist.

The only thing that can be seen is that this man has a graceful temperament, and he has told himself that if he wants to become an immortal, he must first be a human being, and if he wants to be a human being, he must first be filial.

The word filial piety is almost never mentioned in the world of cultivation. Some sects will even erase the disciples' mortal memories if they enter a sect. Even if they don't erase them, they will make the disciples abandon their connection with the mortal world...

The Immortal Emperor values ​​emotions and heart more than cultivation, magic power, qualifications, and enlightenment.

Giving myself the opportunity to be filial to my mother...

"mother…"

Ning Fan felt warm in his heart. At Ten Steps Bridge, he saw his mother's appearance; at the Samsara Bell, he saw the predecessor of Zhihe; at Wendao Cliff, Zi Dou Immortal Emperor gave him the opportunity to make up for his regrets in the mortal world with his mother and Zhihe.

In this way, the pain of your past life and the regrets of this life can all be made up for in this illusion.

In this way, your heart can become stronger because there are fewer cracks.

"But, is it really right..."

Ning Fan buried this idea deeply in his heart.

Standing outside the bamboo fence, looking at my mother who was busy driving the chickens back to the chicken coop at home, she quietly pointed to the sky.

The rain has stopped!

"Huh? Why does the rain keep falling at any time and stop at any time...Eh? Fan'er is back? Can I become a disciple this time..."
To be continued...