Chapter 28

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The disciples of Yujing come and go early and late, but they are not busy all year round without seeing the sky. They can rest whenever they finish mining. However, everyone is busy cultivating and wishes to stay underground all day.

Therefore, on the hillside in front of the mountain, there is always only one idle person, and that is Wujiao.

It was another evening with colorful afterglow, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Wujiao stood alone at the cliff's edge, looking far into the distance.

Every day, he faces the magnificent scenery of the peaks and the vast afterglow, and he can never get enough of it. The brilliant afterglow and the misty clouds make one feel as if they are right there, within reach, yet always out of reach. Just like Fairy Zishyan, although she is in the same spiritual mountain, when will we meet?

Wujiao cast a deep glance toward the distant afterglow, then shook his head and walked toward his residence.

Unconsciously, more than half a month had passed. Although he was carefree and at ease, it was not a long-term solution. If Zishyan forgets me, am I supposed to grow old here? When the time comes, I will stretch out my legs, and then be burned to ashes, leaving not even a trace of dust, let alone countless emotions with nowhere to go. I am truly wronged!

Wujiao walked to the giant rock, passed through the courtyard gate, and came to a corner, picked up the short sword on the ground, and gently raised it, then threw it down with a clank. On the stone wall next to the bed, there was a small gap.

That was the result of a few days of excavation, but the progress was minimal. He originally wanted to learn how to create a cave, but it turned out to be so difficult.

Forget it, a thatched hut is also good!

Wujiao turned around and came out, sniffing and grinning. Not far away, the firewood pile was burning brightly, and the clay pot on top was emitting a fragrant aroma. He squatted down and stirred with a ladle.

At this moment, two figures, one old and one young, walked over.

The old one called out from a distance: "Little Junior Brother, what delicious dish have you prepared tonight? I can't wait anymore!"

The young one complained: "You always freeload, how shameful!" He walked a few steps quickly and laughed: "Junior Brother Wu, you have all the pots and pans..."

The old one was Yun Shengzi, who boasted: "Whenever there is a shortage, I help Junior Brother Wu get it..."

The young one, naturally, was Zong Bao, who mocked: "Why don't you move the entire kitchen here..."

These two always came around after finishing work. Although this place is remote and far from everyone else, there are often surprises. For example, the clay pot on the fire and the enticing aroma.

Wujiao smiled and extended his hand in invitation.

Yun Shengzi came close, without any courtesy, grabbed the ladle, and tasted the soup, praising: "Mm! Shiitake mushrooms, plus mountain ginseng, earth essence, and polygonum, and using spiritual herbs to enhance the fragrance, this soup is very delicious and has the effects of invigorating the spirit, improving eyesight, and prolonging life!"

Zong Bao had not even sat down when he shouted: "Old Yun, your beard..."

Yun Shengzi was so engrossed in drinking the soup that his beard had already dipped into the clay pot. He hurriedly apologized: "I'll go get some bowls, please wait a moment!"

Zong Bao sneered and asked: "Junior Brother Wu, you actually know how to pick spiritual herbs, are you familiar with this?"

Wujiao sat down on the ground and did not answer. Instead, he took out a thick leather-bound book from his chest and, under the firelight, saw the words "Hundred Spirits Classic."

Yun Shengzi returned and explained: "I saw Junior Brother Wu had nothing to do, so I lent him the 'Hundred Spirits Classic' for entertainment!" He was familiar with the routine and quickly found three clay bowls, then sat down and started ladling the soup.

Wujiao, however, was not grateful and laughed at Zong Bao: "This old Yun thinks my soup is not nourishing enough, he is really thoughtful!" He looked down at the book in his hand and put it back in his chest.

The "Hundred Spirits Classic" is a collection about natural treasures and various spiritual beasts, with detailed illustrations and descriptions of rare flowers and exotic herbs, as well as precious and strange beasts, and their medicinal effects and simple refining methods. After a little study, he gained some knowledge, and even had a rough understanding of so-called spiritual herbs. This was quite interesting. At least, it gave him more self-protection skills in the mountains and forests, and he could find a lot of edible things.

Yun Shengzi defended himself: "Hmph! The 'Hundred Spirits Classic' is a secret of my family, many juniors desire it but cannot obtain it, do not desecrate my good intentions!" As he spoke, he filled the bowls and said, "Don't just stand there, drink while it's hot..." He picked up a bowl and started drinking, and in a few sips, he was already scooping out the earth essence and polygonum, busy eating and drinking.

Wujiao and Zong Bao did not dare to be slow and both reached out.

In a moment, the pot was empty.

Yun Shengzi still held the ladle, still unsatisfied, and said: "In the highest forest of Yujing Peak, there are spiritual clams, which are very nourishing. Junior Brother Wu might want to try them..."

Zong Bao looked at the empty bowl in his hand and complained: "Old Yun, you are already so old, yet you still compete with us for food, how shameless! Brother Wu, don't mind him, if you want to eat the spiritual clams, catch them yourself!"

"Food is more fragrant when you fight for it!"

Yun Shengzi put down the ladle and said matter-of-factly, then pinched his beard and laughed: "What if I am old? Have you not heard, 'Young men have great ambitions, old men remain true to their nature; the spiritual mountain is free, cultivate the body and the mind!' He was originally gentle and casual, with no sense of being an elder, but after two bowls of soup, he became more spirited. Even his words were profound and thought-provoking!

Cultivate the body and the mind?

Wujiao tilted his head and thought, "It sounds very reasonable!" He lay down on the ground, feeling comfortable, and said, "But if Old Yun has seen through the world, why does he still do this every day? Watching the clouds and the moon is also good..."

A person's mindset changes with age and experience. If you don't live to a hundred, you might not understand Yun Shengzi's thoughts. Anyway, since he was idle, he might as well chat. As he said, even if you know that cultivation is hopeless, it's better to do what you like in your remaining years!

At this moment, a crescent moon climbed to the sky. The moonlight spread, and the night was deep. On the misty cliff, the bonfire was like a star.

Yun Shengzi pondered for a moment and looked at the night sky: "A hundred years of life, dreams are always there, and the initial determination never wavers..." He was slightly lost in thought and then chuckled, "Junior Brother Wu, in the prime of your life, don't you also have unfulfilled dreams?"

Zong Bao sat cross-legged and listened quietly to their conversation. He did not want to interrupt, but he was moved: "In this world... who doesn't have dreams..."

Wujiao glanced at Yun Shengzi and Zong Bao, then looked up at the sky.

Even casual chats can lead to profound insights and realms, this is the difference between cultivators and ordinary people?

Once, this young master was also a sharp-tongued person. Even if he didn't have the eloquence of a silver-tongued devil, at least he could hold his own in conversation. But since meeting these cultivators, he always found it hard to speak. Even people like Mushen and Guli made him feel awkward. Was it because they didn't see eye to eye, or because their perspectives on the world were different?

Yun Shengzi's dream is to become an immortal. As long as he doesn't achieve it, he will never give up. Zong Bao's dream is the same. And isn't this young master also determined and unwavering for Zishyan...

Seeing no one speaking, Zong Bao asked, "Old Yun, your realm is not ordinary, and you have been cultivating for many years. You should have transcended, why are you still stuck?"

Yun Shengzi was honest: "I am also puzzled! In theory, I am not lacking in realm, and in terms of knowledge, cultivation, and experience, I am not inferior to immortals. But I am stuck at this entry point, why is that..."

Zong Bao, who shared the same plight as Yun Shengzi, sighed softly, "Sigh! I don't know when I can break through the barrier, it's really frustrating..." He paused and then said, "Old Yun, what I lack is your experience and knowledge. Why don't you share it, so I can learn from it!"

Wujiao lay comfortably and was about to fall asleep, but suddenly became interested and said, "Old Yun, how many wives have you had, how many children and grandchildren, and how many bad things have you done, tell the truth, hehe..."

Yun Shengzi, who never had the dignity of an elder, smiled with his wrinkles at the urging of "Old Yun" and "Old Yun": "Hehe, it's a long story..."

Zong Bao listened intently; Wujiao closed his eyes and seemed to be in a dream.

A hundred years of life, it is indeed a long story.

Yun Shengzi's real name is Yun Song, from a famous family in Nanling. When he was young, he was carefree and unrestrained, living a very happy life, and even married a princess, which was a famous story at the time. Just as he was in his prime, a disaster suddenly struck. His father offended the king, and the entire clan was exterminated. Even his wife and young child were beheaded and thrown into the market. He narrowly escaped and wandered everywhere.

Twenty years later, a new king ascended the throne. Yun Song returned to his hometown, was exonerated, and was heavily favored, even marrying the king's sister. He endured hardships and was determined to revive his family. After another twenty years, he finally became a powerful official known throughout the court. But due to a conflict with the royal family, he faced another clan extermination. Although he escaped death, his entire family was slaughtered.

That year, Yun Song was already sixty years old. Wealth and honor turned to nothing. The joys of life were like a spring dream. He wandered in the countryside, singing and crying, wanting to end his life in despair. For ten more years, he was crazy, and just as he stood by the river, ready to drown himself, someone suddenly appeared, walking on the waves and singing a song. It said: "Life is rare at seventy, like the setting sun in the evening stream. Throwing a body into the river, it is a pity to enter the cycle of rebirth. Cultivating at a hundred is not too late, enjoying the true pleasure of a clear wind and bright moon. Look at the fleeting life, morning and evening, and the dew on the clothes!"

Thus, an old man in his seventies, about to drown himself, met an immortal and received the method of cultivation, and from then on, he was enlightened. He found joy in pursuing the unknown and was determined to understand the mysteries of the world!

It seems he found the truth, but why do I exist...

The moon was high in the sky, and the night was deep and quiet.

On the stone slope, only Wujiao remained, still lying on the slope, half-asleep. Suddenly feeling the cold night wind, he got up and walked to the thatched hut. A thin book fell to the ground, left by Zong Bao, who said that eating and drinking for free was unfair, so he gave the "Record of Immortal Dao" as a gift. He picked up the book but had no interest.

What does the Immortal Dao have to do with me?

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