casual cultivator

Old

Man Cao's burial is not much grand, a bottle of the two pot heads that the old man liked to drink the most during his lifetime, a bowl of pig's head meat, a plate of fennel beans, and that's it.

On the hillside, there are not many other scenery, some only a cluster of small flowers, accompanied by a few grasses.

Not far from them, there was a lonely grave, and in front of it stood a young man.

The young man carried a bottle of wine in his hand, but he did not drink it, squatted down, opened the cork, turned his arm, and a stream of wine flowed down the mouth of the bottle.

The wine contained in a bottle that is no more than the size of a palm is like the ocean in the hands of young people, and how to pour it cannot be finished.

Sitting on the edge of the grave, Shen Xuan looked into the distance, a little glad and a little regretful.

Maybe there will always be some regrets in people's lives, just like a glass of coke with a soul contains half a cup of foam, although some unsatisfactory, but always a fact.

Sometimes, a perfect life may not be perfect, and an imperfect life is the most perfect.

As for this, Shen Xuan did not delay here, put the wine bottle in front of the grave, the two small dishes were arranged in turn, and Shen Xuan knelt on the ground.

Three knees and nine bows, the gift of the master.

There is no worship tea, it is indeed sincere.

In fact, the two of them have long been masters and apprentices, but today is Shen Xuan's worship ceremony.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, obscuring half of the sun.

The storm is coming, so why not ride the clouds.

After staying on the grave slope for nearly half an hour, Shen Xuan did not linger and got up to leave.

Back in his cabin, looking at the empty room, Shen Xuan's sadness that had not yet faded reappeared.

But this time, Shen Xuan didn't have too much sadness, the Si people had passed away, the yin and yang were separated, and no amount of nostalgia was useless.

But Shen Xuan had an idea in his heart, if the cultivation method of this world was true.

Those Netherworld Mansions that only exist in mythology, are there any strange legends.

If so, then Old Man Cao can come back to life like the legend.

All kinds of questions lingered in Shen Xuan's heart, not because they were overwhelmed, but because they were difficult to forget.

But Shen Xuan also knew that all of this was based on his own strength being strong enough.

And the way to gain power by yourself has long been in front of you.

The "Flame Sun Fire Talisman"

, a Dao method that Old Man Cao had practiced all his life, was the foundation of the master and apprentice in this world.

Only by practicing this Dao method can he survive in this world, and only this Dao method can give him the motivation to survive.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon where Old Man Cao used to sit, Shen Xuan slowly opened the booklet.

Turn the first page, light yellow page, two rows of small print arranged in turn.

Cultivating the mind first, Fa Men Youcheng

secretly wrote down these two small words, and Shen Xuan slowly turned the next page.

The lines of words on the old pages were arranged in a jagged manner, and Shen Xuan read it line by line, chewing it slowly.

I read a short pamphlet all day, and when Shen Xuan closed the booklet and looked out the window, the setting sun was already dyed red.

Opening the door, Shen Xuan loosened his stiff body and went to make himself a bowl of red noodle soup to treat his hungry stomach for a day.

By the time Shen Xuan finished cleaning up, it was already dark, and looking at the sparse crowds on the street, he was inexplicably a little sad.

In the past, he was always by Old Man Cao's side, but now, he is alone.

Back in the room, Shen Xuan began the summary of the day's reading.