Chapter 823

After Yilin and Jiannanchun Yujian left.

Uncle Chenbei sighed at the back of the two men who left, feeling very much.

He was feeling that time was like water and he had gone without trace.

But I didn't sigh too long.

In sixty years, he has seen too many things in the factotum class.

Whether it's young talent or mediocre offspring.

Too much, too much, too much.

Uncle Chenbei hummed a little song and easily picked up the shoulder pole left by Yilin and prepared to go up the mountain.

At this point, the morning light spilled, and the remaining factotum disciples didn't know that another disciple left the factotum class to wash, eat and prepare for the day's work.

Right now.

Suddenly,

all sounds are still.

All the factotum disciples, except master Chen Beida, stopped moving strangely.

They are motionless, their eyes, breathing and heartbeat are strange and static, in the shape of sculpture.

A woman with white hair like a waterfall and a phoenix head jade hairpin in her bun stood behind uncle Chenbei.

Uncle Chenbei paused, slowly put down his shoulder pole, turned around and looked at the woman behind him.

The woman wore tulle and couldn't see her face clearly. But in those eyes, they seem to hide the sun, moon and stars.

Uncle Chenbei looked at it for a moment and sighed: "I haven't seen a Jiazi. Why are you here?"

"Long time no see."

The woman's tone was indifferent.

"Hey," Uncle Chenbei chuckled, "as the saying goes, youth is easy to die and your face is easy to grow old, but I still look at you as beautiful as flowers, but I'm very jealous."

The woman was wearing a plain white Taoist robe. When she heard the speech, her eyes did not make waves, but slowly raised her hand. With the action of the woman raising her hand, the white and delicate skin on the back of her hand wrinkled and lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seems that in this short period of time, the woman is washed away again by the torrent of time and grows old quickly.

But this strange scene did not last long. The woman's old skin disappeared in a moment and returned to youth. The woman whispered, "if elder martial brother is willing, younger martial sister is willing to face it with the posture of dying."

As soon as Uncle Chenbei heard this, he quickly shook his head: "just, it's better to be young."

The woman gently put down her hand.

They were silent.

The atmosphere was awkward.

When Uncle Chenbei wanted to say something to ease the embarrassment, the woman said, "younger martial sister is looking for someone to inherit the master's mantle."

"The person you like, but that morning is like frost?"

"Yes."

"That baby is good, but it's a little mean."

"How about Lin Yi?"

"He has a high understanding, a good mind and a poor qualification. He is a good seedling." Uncle Chenbei grinned: "what I can't see through is that he seems to have a short life. He doesn't look like a monk who can prolong life. It's strange."

The woman nodded and seemed to ask Lin Yi casually without paying much attention.

Then the woman turned and wanted to leave.

Chen Bei asked again, "do you want to take Lin Yi?"

The woman stopped, her veil fluttered, revealing her plump lips.

"You know, I don't accept male disciples."

Chen Bei hesitated for a moment and still said his heart: "but because of him?"

"Elder martial brother knows well, why ask?"

"Obsession."

Chen Bei sighed.

"It is this obsession that makes younger martial sister live to the present."

"But it's also this obsession that will eventually kill you."

"For five thousand years, after the seven Jue female emperors, no one can break through the Ninth Heaven. If you put down your obsession, you can make your younger martial sister live three or two hundred more years. You can't let go of your obsession."

"Stubborn."

"Thank you."

“……”

The woman is gone.

In this way, it seems that it is really just nostalgia.

The next time we meet, maybe after a year.

After the woman left, Chenbei picked up the shoulder pole again, carried two empty barrels and went up the mountain along the path.

Chenbei seems to be in a good mood today. He hums a song while climbing the mountain.

If Yilin is here, he will find that what Chenbei hums is clearly a minor with the flavor of modern pop songs that Yilin usually hums.

What songs like "let go of the girl", "love is a gust of wind", "let my tears flow through my heart all night".

Hum, hum, the fog in the forest hit Chen Bei's face, condensed into dew, and slid down along the folds of his face.

If you don't know why, you may think the old man is crying.

Or... He's really crying.

"You're not the only one with obsession."

The bamboo forest in the fog and the path by the stream give a melancholy sigh.

Until the woman and Chenbei left respectively.

The rest of the factotum disciples in front of the factotum's house are moving again.

It was as if the sculpture had come back to life.

They knew nothing about the conversation that had just happened.

……

……

Here, everyone seems to have a story.

Some stories are like a bowl of tea.

Some stories are like wine.

The story of Jiannanchun is a little above.

Yilin and Jiannanchun fly in the sky.

After half a year, Jiannanchun was afraid that Yilin would forget and whispered, "little brother, for your sake, don't forget our agreement."

It's OK that Jiannanchun doesn't speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yilin couldn't help taking out "Jiannanchun No. 2" that didn't have time to carve more knives.

Yilin was a little angry.

Why did you leave me in the factotum class for half a year and have fun on your own? You're lucky if I don't trouble you. How dare you mention the "agreement"?

Brother chun, brother chun, do you want a face or not?

Yilin was silent.

Jian nanchun noticed that there was a lump in Yi Lin's heart, so he took advantage of the opportunity to explain: "younger martial brother Lin, you don't know. You officially entered the Tianjian gate and worked in the factotum class for 357 years, but every disciple has the same process after all."

"You too?"

"Of course." Jiannanchun smiled: "do you know Chenbei?"

"Yes."

"Elder martial brother, when I was in the factotum class, he was there. Twenty years have passed, and he is still there. Do you understand?"

"Forget it." Yilin decided not to worry too much with this guy... No time. He casually asked about Xia Xiaoman.

Speaking of it, Yilin didn't care about the long princess, but about the emperor's seal in the long princess's pocket. It's a matter of life and death in this world.

"You said younger martial sister Xia..."

When he was outside, Jian nanchun was not happy, but when he went inside, he shouted "younger martial sister" and "younger martial brother" very smoothly.

Jiannanchun simply told Xia Xiaoman about it.

It doesn't matter. Erin doesn't know yet.

It turns out that the factotum class is divided between male and female disciples.

The female disciple's factotum class is on the other side of the hanging fairy mountain. The male and female classes have no intersection route at all, which is also for safety.

When Yilin knew that Xia Xiaoman, as the long Princess of Daqing, was also doing the same chores as him, his heart was instantly relaxed, and his face also showed a happy smile.

"Which script? Who gave it?"

Yilin thought of the rags that Jiannanchun stuffed in the third month and asked casually.

Jian nanchun hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head: "don't ask younger martial brother Lin about this."

Seeing that Jiannanchun seemed to have difficulties, Yilin nodded and asked no more questions.

After a while.

Jiannanchun's flying sword arrives at the destination.

It is a different garden located on the main peak.

Tianjian gate hangs in the sky at Xianshan mountain, with a wide range.

There are many peaks on Xianshan mountain.

On many peaks, that is, in mid air, there are floating islands with forests, grass and peaks.

The landform is magnificent, magical and amazing.

And this other garden, when Yilin had nothing to explore at night, he saw it from a distance and didn't go deep.

When Jiannanchun took him to the gate of bieyuan, Yilin frowned: "bieyuan of the martial arts elder?"

This surprised Jiannanchun: "how did younger martial brother Lin know?"

It is reasonable to say that the usual place for the factotum class to do chores is only outside the floating island of Xianshan mountain. At most, it is close to the residence of external disciples, purple bamboo forest, jingxinyuan and other places for the cultivation of formal disciples.

Then go inside. You are full of energy. You are not allowed to take odd disciples and ownerless spirit beasts.

The main peak of Xianshan floating island in the core area is the solitary wooden house of the inner disciples, the elders' other gardens and other places, and the factotum disciples are not qualified to come up.

But younger martial brother Lin recognized the sect elder's other garden at a glance. How can he be so skilled as visiting his own backyard garden?

Jiannanchun slowly made a question mark in his heart and was about to ask a question.

Right now.

After the old wooden door was closed tightly, two voices mixed together:

"Now that you're here, come in."