Panguan

Sometimes bloody eyes, sometimes full of death.

He couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and would often react with panic and astonishment at the moment those scenes appeared. If the number of times increased, he became what many people called a lunatic—I don't know when he would get sick.

For a long time, he was in a state of confusion. It seems that if there are too many people talking, he will really be a lunatic.

Later, in order not to be so disgusting, he learned to "follow the crowd" without a teacher. The other kids said it was a ghost. He then said there were ghosts. When other children said it was a fairy, he said it was a fairy. Even if he saw something completely different, he wouldn't say it.

Slowly, the crowd disappeared.

Until being sent to Songyun Mountain.

In his eyes, Master is a fairy. Being able to become a disciple of an immortal meant that he wasn't that unbearable. At first, he still carried the temperament he learned down the mountain, and he was whatever others said, until one day, Chen Wuhuo said to him: If you are really like this, why do you need to go up the mountain?

Since then, he has learned to live in harmony with his spirit body.

He began to study hexagrams and formations in a serious manner, and tried hard to make himself useful instead of a lunatic who was surprised at first glance.

He is gentle and polite, courteous and tolerant, and he can foresee some bad things. For a while, he even felt that he could know the way of heaven.

But later he discovered that the way of heaven is impermanent after all. Just because he can foresee this point does not mean that he will foresee the next point. Being able to stop one thing doesn't mean it won't trigger another one, which is even more troublesome, trickier, and even more unbearable.

After a long time, I was ridiculed by my brothers as "often worrying".

Indeed he was often troubled.

A person with a psychic physique is often miserable, because he sees some futures before others, no matter how lively a banquet is, no one can escape Xi San, no matter how prosperous Zhulou is, no one can escape the creeping grass and wild smoke, everything turns around, and there will always be a difference.

So he is always suffering.

Sometimes when he was talking to his fellow apprentices, he would suddenly fall into a kind of unreasonable sadness. We will see each other day and night, but suddenly we will feel nostalgic.

At that time, he knew that they might not die well.

He even saw ghosts and dead bones, but he didn't know who left them.

When he was young, whenever he saw any disasters, he would always try to tell them when he heard about it, and try to make them avoid a certain person, something, or a certain way.

But there are too many people and roads in the world, if you avoid this, you may just go for something even worse. No one knows whether the worst result was caused by avoiding this.

So after learning a few lessons and almost getting his brother into some trouble, he stopped talking.

He will hide it in his heart, digest those hardships alone, and then quietly leave some behind.

One winter night, it was very cold on the mountain, he and Zhong Si sat around the small stove and boiled tea with snow water. The firewood in the stove was beeping, and the snow water was bubbling.

He rubbed his hands close to the furnace body to keep warm, thick white mist came out from the small hole of the furnace cover, Zhong Si raised his head and laughed loudly while saying something, when a passing Wen Shi raised his foot to push it, but still fell to the ground.

He suddenly fell into a dream amidst the excitement, and dreamed that someone said: A long time ago, there was a mountain called Songyun, and a few people from the old days lived on the mountain. But now, people have become a few names in the scrolls, and mountains can no longer be found.

Baiyun Canggou, the past is like smoke.

In the sadness of changing things and changing people, he saw Songyun Mountain that was different from the past.

For some reason, the Qingxin Lake in the col was covered with black mist, like a sticky swamp, and there were a few pale figures lying in the mist. He couldn't see who it was, but his heart went cold.

He also saw the cave on the back, the one he often went to meditate on.

He sat cross-legged in the cave as before, with portraits of their five masters and apprentices hanging on the wall, surrounded by spirits he had never seen before, but he couldn't move...

It's like being stuck in this and can't get out.

Until a certain moment, the entrance of the cave suddenly lit up, as if someone pushed aside the dense vines. Someone stooped and walked into the cave.

The moment the vines were lifted, the wind from outside blew in.

He smelled the long-lost anger, and suddenly opened his eyes. At the moment he opened his eyes, he somehow knew that a thousand years had passed, and it was a reunion after a long absence under the vicissitudes of life.

After that day, he set up a formation in the cave.

He hoped that the array would never be used, but God loved to play tricks on him, and the worst scenarios came true. That formation slowly started to function on the day when he was about to die.

He couldn't remember exactly what year, month and day that day was.

I only remember that Songyun Mountain was covered with cloud, and the vegetation was all withered, like a ghost town.

His formation buzzed and raised the barrier, hiding the place they once called home. The twelve formations of spirits sit in a circle like a mountain, guarding this secret place.

And he sat with his head bowed in the cave where the sky full of stars could no longer be seen, dividing his spirit into two.

Half of it was sent to reincarnation, and the other half stayed here forever, supporting this giant formation.

Everything is like a dream.

The only difference is that he doesn't know if an old man will lift the vines and let this place see the sky again after thousands of years.

He risked his life and death, throwing a big gamble.

I bet that he was sitting withered in this dark stone cave without knowing the age...