Immortal Martial Venerable

"Gu Fei, you've been going there for the past few days." The Taoist Qingpao was Mo Songxuan, the manager of Hualin Pavilion. When he saw Gu Fei, he stood up from behind the table a little abnormally.

"I've seen Uncle Mo!" Gu Fei hurriedly stepped forward and saluted Mo Songxuan.

"Hey! Gu Fei, your master left the customs two days ago." Mo Songxuan's expression was a little sad, which moved Gu Fei's heart and made him faintly uneasy.

"My master is out, I'm going to see his old man!" Gu Fei turned around quickly, and was about to rush out of Hualin Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan stopped him from behind.

"Gu Fei, your master is out, but..." Mo Songxuan hesitated.

Gu Fei hurriedly turned around again and looked at Mo Songxuan, the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger, he asked, "Master Mo, did something happen to my master? Tell me quickly!"

Mo Songxuan's expression of hesitating to speak made Gu Fei's heart suspend, and his palms were sweating because of the tension.

"Gu Fei, you have to be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan pondered for a while, but said such a sentence, looking at Gu Fei with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Could it be..." Gu Fei's heart trembled, he couldn't help but take a step back. He asked with a trembling voice, "Could it be that my master..."

Mo Songxuan didn't say anything, and nodded solemnly.

This action of his almost made Gu Fei collapse. Gu Fei only felt that the heaven and earth in front of him collapsed in an instant, and his head seemed to be hit by a nine-day furious thunder, which blasted him so much that he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

A row of hot tears flowed down his face, and the kind face of the master appeared in his mind, but at this time, he and the master were separated forever. Before Master retreated, he had already vaguely known that this was Master's last chance.

His master was more than 150 years old, and the deadline would come at any time, but when the master really died, he couldn't accept it. Wan Xiancheng is no longer a simple master to Gu Fei.

"Gu Fei, you have to mourn and change!" Mo Songxuan couldn't help comforting Gu Fei when he saw that his face was distorted with grief because he knew about his master's death.

The supreme forgetfulness, the supreme ruthlessness, in fact, cultivators generally take life and death very lightly. However, Gu Fei is not a Taoist, he is a martial artist.

He has feelings, and his feelings are still very rich. To cultivate martial arts is actually to cultivate people, and martial arts are also humane.

Since it is human nature, it should not be given up. Therefore, Gu Fei will not and does not need to hide his inner feelings, but vent his grief to the fullest.

"Uncle Mo! When did this happen?" Gu Fei let the tears blur his eyes and didn't reach out to wipe them. He asked Mo Songxuan sadly.

"Your master died last night. He couldn't let you go and wanted to see you, but..." Mo Songxuan said with some emotion. Although Wan Xiancheng and he are not the same master, the kind of brother-in-law relationship, but his friendship with Wan Xiancheng is still good.

Mo Songxuan is a cultivator, and a cultivator pays attention to abandoning the seven emotions and six desires. Although Wan Xiancheng is his senior brother, if he cannot cultivate to the realm of immortals, he will eventually die, but Mo Songxuan does not seem too sad.

Daoists pay attention to comprehend the way of heaven. Dao is natural. There is life and death, and when there is dryness, there is prosperity. This is the law of the cycle of heaven and earth, and it is naturally the view of the cultivator.

"Master... Disciple is not filial!" Gu Fei raised his voice to the sky and cried, tears streaming down his face, but his appearance caused the surrounding disciples to look at him in surprise.

"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this moment, Mo Songxuan took out a package and a purple stick with a simple pattern engraved on it under the table.

Gu Fei endured his grief and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears in his eyes. This stick is like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron. I don’t know what it was made of. It looks a bit like a sword hilt, and it’s a bit heavy to start with.

This stick-like thing, according to Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng, was obtained by their ancestors along with the ancient cultivation techniques. Should be an extraordinary thing.

But after several generations of people in Gu Fei's lineage, they couldn't find anything extraordinary about this purple short stick.

"Uncle Master, where is my master and his old man buried? I want to go to pay homage." Gu Fei asked in a deep voice, his voice full of sorrow.

Wan Xiancheng and Gu Fei, although they are masters and apprentices, are in love like father and son. Gu Fei was extremely regretful for not seeing Master for the last time. In addition to his grief, he also felt remorse.

"Your master is buried in the cemetery in the gate. You can see it when you enter the cemetery." Mo Songxuan replied.

As soon as Mo Songxuan finished speaking, Gu Fei rushed out of Hualin Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to want to say something, but he didn't stop Gu Fei in the end.

There is a special place in the back mountain of Taixuanmen, halfway up the mountain, where the grass is green and the flowers are fragrant. If there is no forest of monuments, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a garden.

Here is the cemetery of Taixuanmen, where the bones of the disciples of all dynasties are buried. After all, not everyone can cultivate the Dao of Immortals and Gods. Once the deadline is reached, they will return to reincarnation and turn into a pile of loess.

The whole cemetery was silent, not a single sound was heard.

In an inconspicuous corner outside the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a small low grave, motionless, he was Gu Fei.

He stood blankly, from morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The setting sun is like blood, reflecting on the mountains, dyeing the mountains red. It is sunset again, and the afterglow of the setting sun renders the cemetery solemn and a little weird.

The low and small tomb is unremarkable, it can be said to be very simple, only a tombstone, no flowers, a simple small earth bag, the soil is new.

Who lives without death? No matter whether you are peerless, or mediocre, in the end, you are just a pile of loess, there is no difference. When a person dies, if the lamp goes out, who will remember, who will remember that there was such a person in this world?

The essence of cultivation is actually to defy the sky. Whether it is martial arts or Taoism, it is all about fighting against the sky. If you succeed, you will be able to enjoy longevity; if you fail, you will disappear into the universe, and everything will disappear.

Although cultivators say that they obey the destiny, but at the same time as they obey the destiny, why are they not breaking through the destiny?

Gu Fei's master Wan Xiancheng, in the last retreat, did not take that step and could not get rid of his limit. When the deadline comes, you will have to sit down. This is the great law of heaven and earth, and no one can transcend it.