There's something wrong with my master.

Rong Xiaoyu was silent for a moment before he felt himself being embraced by a warm embrace.

That was something she had longed for for a long time, so she subconsciously shrank into Yun Changsheng's arms.

"If you continue to stay here, your soul will be shattered in three to five days, and even the gods and gods can't save you."

"Master...honor."

Rong Xiaoyu called out timidly, stood up obediently, and followed the Taoist nun carrying the sword.

The injuries on her body and the pain in her soul were temporarily stabilized by the Taoist nun, and she was able to move barely.

"You should take care of your injuries yourself." The Taoist nun threw a pill to Yun Changsheng and took Rong Xiaoyu to heal his injuries.

"Thank you, senior." Yun Changsheng stood up and bowed respectfully.

He was just shocked by the aftermath of the battle and suffered some minor skin injuries, which was nothing serious.

The Taoist nun carrying a sword on her back ignored him and walked away with Rong Xiaoyu.

Before leaving, he suddenly spread the aura of the monk who was undergoing tribulation. The monsters hiding in the shadows looked at Yun Changsheng greedily, but did not dare to act presumptuously.

"roll!"

Another word was spoken.

The Taoist nun's figure disappeared completely, and the monsters also scattered.

Under the ruins, there was only a sword, a black coffin, and a ragged man left.

Yun Changsheng carried the black coffin on his back, dug a hole on the spot with the Snow Cloud Sword, and then buried the black coffin.

Tried hard, but failed.

He knew his own condition, although those few touches of color were intercepted by Rong Xiaoyu and stuffed back into his body.

But just like God said, the supreme forgetfulness is irreversible, and after three to five months, those colors will disappear again.

At that time, he will come to the fork in the road of Tai Shang Wang Qing, the white one where all beings are equal and there is no distinction between high and low, and the black one where there is nothingness.

After choosing the right path, you will be promoted to the realm of refining emptiness and completely control that trace of power of Tao rhyme.

By then, this coffin would no longer be important to him.

It is better to pay tribute to the deceased while the affection is still there.

"You reminded me many times, but in the end, I still messed things up."

"If you wake up now, will you be disappointed in me?"

Yun Changsheng took out a jar of three-year-old peach blossom wine from his storage ring and poured it all in front of the small mound of earth.

"You said you like to see the scenery. The scene of the immortals coming here has just ended, and the other strange phenomena caused by it may continue for a hundred years."

"Then you stay here and watch carefully."

"I'm here to stay with you for a few more months, but that's only a few months."

"In a few months, your place in my heart will be the same as that of all living beings."

……

……

In that small town full of obsessions.

Rong Xiaoyu's blue shirt was taken off, leaving him only in his inner clothes.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, a green light enveloped her, repairing the injuries in her body.

The Taoist nun with a sword on her back sat aside, her fingertips touching Rong Xiaoyu's brow, her eyes closed, as if she was thinking about something carefully.

After a long time, she frowned and sighed, pointed at Rong Xiaoyu with her jade finger, and said with a look of regret: "You, you."

The last time I stayed on someone else’s roof for decades, I woke up safe and sound. But this time, I’m half dead.

I shouldn't have coveted this girl's sword spirit-like physique and talent, and I should not have accepted her as my disciple out of admiration for her talent.

Originally thought to be a talented swordsman, he would be far ahead in the art of swordsmanship, but ended up being trapped in love affairs for more than a hundred years.

"Now it's hard not to let go."

"Master."

The man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, felt the injuries in his body, and smiled.

He seems to be fine.

The Taoist nun carrying a sword glared at Rong Xiaoyu with a gloomy expression, not as optimistic as her.

"Laugh? Do you know you're going to die?"

"Death? Master, please don't lie to me. I feel fine."

Rong Xiaoyu stretched his body, raised his snow-white arms above his head, and looked lazy.

"You only captured the most important colors. Do you know where those insignificant emotions went?"

"Where have you gone?"

The sword-carrying Taoist nun pointed at Rong Xiaoyu and said angrily, "It all went into your body."

Life in the mortal world is a process of picking up and putting down.

As a result, Rong Xiaoyu might not be able to let go of anything because she has too many emotions.

Eventually, inner demons will develop and one will die an unnatural death.

Rong Xiaoyu's smile froze, and he felt a little helpless. Finally, he said carefully, "Master, do you have any solution?"

"Since ancient times, there has only been one technique that can cut off unnecessary emotions the fastest: Supreme Forgetfulness."

"If you are willing to practice this method, it can be considered a blessing in disguise. The stronger the emotions, the faster you will practice this technique."

"But this technique is irreversible. Once you forget it, you forget it. It's just a matter of time."

"Taishang...Forget Love?" Rong Xiaoyu was stunned. Her heart beat faster suddenly. Her ten jade fingers were entangled together like a knot.

"Master... Master, is there any other way?"

"If emotions are so easy to control, why are there so many Red Dust cultivators who can't let go, and why are those Hidden Immortals so afraid of them?"

The Taoist nun with the sword on her back glanced at Rong Xiaoyu and continued.

"If you don't practice, with your current state of emotions and desires, you may go astray if you practice any technique or do anything."

"After practicing, there might still be a chance for you and that Yun guy in the future."

"And considering Yun Changsheng's current condition, you will be of no importance to him in a few months."

"How is that possible?" Rong Xiaoyu remembered the color she returned and wanted to refute.

The sword-carrying Taoist nun simply said, "The supreme forgetfulness of love cannot be reversed."

……

……

In a pile of ruins.

Yun Changsheng was holding a wine jug and drinking, but the jug in his hand was knocked away by a sword.

"Senior?" He looked at the Taoist nun carrying a sword on her back.

"Do you like her?" The nun pushed the shy Rong Xiaoyu forward.

Yun Changsheng looked at Rong Xiaoyu and fell silent.

"Senior, my situation... Even if I like him now, it will take a few months."

"Just a few months, just tell me whether you are willing or not!"

bass!

The sword was placed across Yun Changsheng's neck.

The Xueyun Sword, which was said to kill one cultivator with one sword, lay on the ground, pretending not to see...

Chapter 98 I Ask the Heavens with the Law of Taoism (Fourth Update)

The top of Four Seasons Mountain.

The wind and snow are still blowing.

Standing in the snow, Lin Xi tapped his fingers lightly, and many materials in the storage ring flew out.

A moment later, there were two more houses, a small tiled house, and a calligraphy and painting shop around her.

Her white silk boots stepped on the snow and she came to a room in the small tile-roofed house.

That was the guest room of Li Niang's family in the small mountain village.

Lin Duoduo and Yun Changsheng originally lived in this guest room.

She also put her feet under Yun Changsheng's lower abdomen and helped Yun Changsheng do something indecent.

Lin Xi's gaze did not change. He looked at every brick and tile and walked towards one of the two houses.

She saw Yun Changsheng and Lin Duoduo's new room at a glance. They often made love on this bed.

Walk out of the courtyard and come to the calligraphy and painting shop, where there is a swing and warm soup.

Because they were often urged to have children by Li Niang at home, they often hid here.

One was writing and painting, and the other was playing the piano in the room. Occasionally, the two of them hugged each other and rocked on the swing.

Lin Xi looked at every brick and tile here, stopped for a while, and then walked towards another house.

That was their love nest in the small town.

When there was a gap in her memory, she always felt ashamed when she thought of this place, but now when she thinks of it again, her face remains calm.

"Which is more important, morality or love?"

He should have answered Daozhong firmly, but at this moment he hesitated.

"Today I stopped practicing Taoism for love, a few years later I stopped practicing Taoism for having children, and later I stopped practicing Taoism for raising children."

"It's inevitable for men and women to not quarrel. If they quarrel every three to five months, it's a waste of time for cultivation."

"And it takes time to perform the Zhougong ritual."

In short, if you choose love, it is almost impossible to stand at the end of the road.

The world is fair. If you choose love, you must give up the idea of ​​standing at the pinnacle of cultivation.

Not everyone can be the protagonist, singing and dancing all the way. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, but relying on luck and chance, they can stand at the pinnacle of the Tao.

He is one in a billion.

Others, through hard work and talent, accumulated time and walked step by step to the end of the road.

Lin Xi has been practicing Taoism for nearly a thousand years, so naturally he has been subject to many temptations.

Like the sea, it can only be seen through Lin Duoduo's perspective.

Sometimes I also want to go out and have fun, and when I read the stories in the novels, I feel fascinated by them.

In the end, she ruthlessly cut off all these thoughts, and sat alone on this cold mountain, practicing for nearly a thousand years.

Some powerful beings in the fairy world are born fairies.

As soon as an immortal weapon was born, it stood at the pinnacle of immortality.

The True Dragon and Fire Phoenix have noble bloodlines and the power of inheritance. The path of cultivation is filled with the great road as far as the eye can see.

They are all working hard without stopping, cutting off all distracting thoughts and pursuing the great truth.

She, Lin Xi, is just a talented cultivator from the lower realm who is unable to practice non-stop. So what can she use to compete with them?

You know, at the end of every road, there can only be one person standing.

If you don't practice Taoism today because of love, and you don't practice Taoism tomorrow because of other things, when will you reach the end of the Tao?