Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 546 The Unpardonable 'Sin' (12)

Hearing this, a little boy's eyes lit up, his blood boiled, he clenched his hands, and said firmly, "When I grow up, I want to become such a practitioner."

The old man swallowed a mouthful of wine, looked at the little boy, raised his finger and shook it, and said, "Your parents don't care? And that girl from Yucheng's family, your parents have even delivered the betrothal gift, just waiting Your kid will marry a new wife in a few years and pass on the family line to them. Be honest with me, don't let me think about all this!"

As he said that, the old man finally raised his hand and gave the little boy a thud on the head, a slight sadness appeared in his pupils.

Back then, he was just like this little boy, full of endless longing in his heart, dreaming that one day he would become an existence like that legend.

For this reason, he ran away from home, abandoned his fiancée who was about to get married, abandoned his parents who raised him, and embarked on the road of seeking immortals and asking questions alone.

It's a pity that the statement of 'no immortal roots' completely cut off his path of cultivation.

He had struggled before, thinking that man would conquer the sky, especially after hearing that in a distant region, a person like him who had no immortal roots in his body became the master of the Dao of the Sword through the ages. , He was like a drowning man, tightly grasping a life-saving straw.

Regardless of whether it can save lives or not, at least, there is a precedent here, and there is a reason why it is not.

In the end, he returned to the village disheartened.

His parents died, his fiancée had already had children and grandchildren, and his relatives and friends in the past were also lukewarm to him. This was the result of his impulsiveness back then.

The ups and downs of life, only the word 'bitter', is entangled with him.

You think you can do it, and you can do what others can do, or even do better than others, but all this may be your illusion.

Everyone has their own destiny, which is ordained by God.

Somewhere, perhaps there is an invisible force that has already arranged everything.

Everyone has their own destiny.

Perhaps his destiny is here to tell stories to this group of children.

"Come on, take it all, everyone has a share, thank you little guys for coming to accompany me, a bad old man."

The old man took out a square wooden carved box from under the table, put it on the table, smiled at a group of curious children, and reached out to touch the center of the box.

"click~ka~"

A miraculous scene appeared, the box seemed to be endowed with a soul, and it moved by itself, with a slight ripple on the surface, and the side facing the children slid to the two sides, revealing a statue inside - the statue.

One inch in size, the sculpture is a lifelike young man in plain white clothes.

Looking at these statues full of nostalgia, the old man waved and gave statues to every child.

"Okay, let's stop here today, and go back quickly!"

It seemed that because the statue was sent away, the old man lost the mood to continue talking for a while, so he waved his hand to tell the children to go back first.

The faces of all the children who were still happy because they received the gift froze. The oldest boy rolled his eyes and rushed forward, rubbing the old man's shoulders and tapping his back with a smile.
The children reacted, in order to satisfy their desire for stories, in order not to go home so early.

One by one, they pinched their legs or tapped their shoulders, not to mention how attentive they were.

The old man stretched comfortably and said, "Comfortable, comfortable..."

"Grandpa Shun, feel better... let's continue talking..."

The old man didn't feel the disappointment just now. He raised his eyes to look at the faces of the children, squinted his eyes, stroked his belly and sighed: "I'm sorry for the old man who is alone. After talking for a long time, the worms in his stomach have started to grow." It's barking, what should I do?"

"..."

The boy pinching his shoulders was stunned, glanced at the statue in his pocket, then gritted his teeth, and reached into his arms tremblingly.

Struggling and longing reflected each other on the face of a little boy at the same time.

"Shunja, long time no see!"

At this moment, a warm voice sounded, and the children subconsciously turned their heads to look, and saw a young man with a white face and beardless, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a smile on his face.

The man in Tsing Yi ignored the curiosity of the children, looked at the old man whose expression had become dull, smiled lightly, and asked very gently: "Tell me, where are they?"

The old man suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "You should know, what is this place?"

"Yeah, how could I not know, I should have known as early as 1000 years ago." The man in Tsing Yi said with a half-smile.

"Happy family, endless descendants." The man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and put it on the head of a little girl who looked like five or six years old.

"You know? For all of this, I am very envious. I have been given a mission since I was born. I have no companions, no grandpa who tells stories like you, and what I have is endless practice, practice, and practice. , until we find you and take back what belongs to us!"

In the last sentence, the man in Tsing Yi was a little out of control, and a faint seal pattern appeared between his eyebrows.

"pain!"

The little girl burst into tears, as if she was pinched by the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head, stared at the little girl expressionlessly, and said, "You know what? When I was your age, the pain I endured was more than ten thousand times that of yours. The word 'crime' between my eyebrows is always there. Not to spur me, to remind me."

While speaking, the man in Tsing Yi seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin between his brows, revealing a strange blood-red seal pattern.

At this moment, all the attendants following the man in Tsing Yi froze, and then lowered their heads with lightning speed.

"Yin Xun, you can come at me, why bother a child, she doesn't know anything!"

The old man rushed over at once, and stretched out his hand to take the little girl from Yin Xun's hand.

This was a subconscious action. It wasn't until he was about to touch the little girl that the old man panicked and remembered the viciousness of the person in front of him.

But what surprised him was that he picked up the little girl without any hindrance, and there was no hindrance in the whole journey.

"Do you know the character on the center of my eyebrows?" Yin Xun tapped the seal pattern on the center of the eyebrows with his finger.

"Sin, the unforgivable sin, is the most vicious word in the world. There is no one. He tortured all my people to the heavens and the earth, leaving me alone to live in the world. Know how I have lived for so many years ?"

Yin Xun's face was distorted, and the sound of madness resounded in the courtyard.

"You are not allowed to bully Grandpa Shun!"

At this moment, a black and thin boy stood up, holding a statue in his hand, with a serious face.

"Legend will punish you big bad!"

(End of this chapter)