After Hua Yuan's death, Song Wuque did not give up. He still searched for other cultivators and sects in the Cangmang Mountains, but gained nothing for decades.

Because cultivators believe that if they have too much contact with mortals, their spiritual power will be filthy and their mental state will sink into the secular world. Therefore, ordinary cultivators will not stay in the secular world. Even if they have to come, they will not make a big fuss and will always be silent. Therefore, many legends of immortals are circulated in the secular world, but no one can explain them clearly.

After saying this, Song Wuque looked at Yi Cheng with some envy: "Xiao Yi, if you have this opportunity, you must seize it. I, Song Wuque, have been circulating in the Tianfeng Continent for fifty or sixty years. The only regret is that I have no spiritual roots and cannot break through the innate realm. However, although my life is about to end, I can still rest assured with my disciples like you."

"In the future, logistics and cultivation, although your spiritual roots are not very good, you must remember that these are not the most important. The struggle between cultivators is many times more sinister than in the world. Although I have not experienced it personally, I have collected a lot of information over the years. Hua Yuan also told me what he experienced, so you must remember that in the future, you cannot show off your edge."

"You have known what you have done over the years. You have done very well, but your sharpness is too obvious. There is nothing in this Tianfeng Continent. Cultivators will not interfere in mortal affairs, and very few can pose a threat to you. However, in the future, you will only be the first-class cultivator. Do not be careful and low-key, not be sure of it, and do not show your full strength. What you told you before is that if you leave a way out for yourself, do not believe in anyone except yourself. All strength in the cultivation world is respected, which is completely a naked prey of the weak. You must learn to adapt, learn to endure, and do not be greedy. Although the treasure is good, you must have life to enjoy it. Remember these and you will experience them in the future."

After saying this, Song Wuque showed deep expectations on his face. This apprentice could definitely do what he hadn't achieved.

When he passed on Yi Cheng's nameless mantra back then, he didn't know whether Yi Cheng had spiritual roots. He was not a cultivator and could not detect it. It was just because he got a lot of benefits from it back then that he passed it to Yi Cheng.

After listening to the master's words, Yi Cheng repeatedly said, "Disciple, remember the master's teachings, but Master, you..., you are not as energetic as before, how could your life span be over?"

Song Wuque knew that Yi Cheng was worried about him, so he said calmly: "Silly child, a hundred years of life is the limit for mortals. I have seen through life and death over the years, but I am just unwilling to accept it. Alas, it is due to the destiny of heaven, and you don't have to be sad. Even a cultivator is just living for more years. Although he can cultivate the way of immortality, how many people can truly live forever. I still have several months, and I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a master in these years. This last little time is just for teaching you. Although you can practice spiritual power, it is always good to have more strength at any time."

After hearing this, Yi Cheng hurriedly said, "The master is as kind as a mountain to his disciple. If he doesn't have a master, I will only be a shop assistant in Qingshan Town in this life. Not to mention that he has such cultivation, he is also a luxury to find his younger brother and sister. The master is so kind to his disciples, but he cannot repay the master. If it is true, the disciple will be very ashamed." Yi Cheng said the sincere feelings, and Song Wuque was deeply relieved when he heard it.

Song Wuque stood up, walked to Ye Cheng's side, patted his shoulder and said, "Silly child, if you can achieve this, I will no longer teach you anything. In the future, if you succeed in practicing Taoism, you will be proud of your teacher even if you are in the nine springs. Practice well and live well!" Song Wuque's eyes were full of love and reluctance.

Yi Cheng felt the desolation in Song Wuque's words, and his nose was a little sour, and he just nodded and said, "Disciple will not disappoint the master. One day he practices and can achieve enlightenment and immortality."

Then he asked: "The master just said that the destiny is due to heaven, but the disciples are not understanding what destiny is, what is destiny, and what is destiny?" Youcheng remembered that Yun Feiyan once said destiny, and the master said so today, and he was very curious.

Upon hearing this, Song Wuque's face became even more desolate. He walked to the door and looked at the boundless sky, as if he was talking to Youcheng, and also as if he was talking to himself: "The destiny of heaven, what is the destiny of heaven? I, Song Wuque, have been through my life, but I can't fight for this heaven, and this destiny!"

After saying that, he turned around and said to Youcheng word by word: "A master does not know what destiny is, but you must remember that you have to control your own destiny. Even if it is God, you can endure it and avoid it. You can do whatever you want to live, but you must never surrender. Even if you die, you cannot surrender. Whether it is a warrior or a cultivator, if you surrender to fate and surrender to strength, you will lose the heart of a strong man and will always be trampled by others!"

His words were filled with a sense of arrogance, which was the momentum of Song Wuque's innate masters.

Yi Cheng saw from his master a warrior who was unyielding. Only when a real warrior never surrendered can he become stronger step by step.

Yi Cheng only answered one sentence, but every word was loud and clear: "Disciple has recorded it!"

In the following days, under the careful teaching of Song Wuque, Yi Cheng suddenly became clear about some of the previous unknowns in martial arts. At this time, Yi Cheng seemed to be back in Qingshan Town and met Song Wuque for the first time.

Three months later, Yi Cheng clearly felt that his master's expression gradually dimmed. When explaining to Yi Cheng, he often lacked energy. Yi Cheng advised his master to rest many times, but Song Wuque laughed it off every time and forced himself to give Yi Cheng guidance.

Another month later, Song Wuque's appearance changed from a middle-aged scholar to an old man with a hunched expression in just a few days. Seeing his master getting older day by day, Yi Cheng secretly felt sad for a long time, but he also acted as usual in front of his master, just studying harder.

Early this morning, Yi Cheng came to Song Wuque's room to greet him as usual. After knocking on the door, he did not respond. Yi Cheng felt a little uneasy and hurriedly pushed the door in. He saw Song Wuque standing by the window, looking at the trees with almost all leaves falling out of the window in a daze.

Yi Cheng arrived in the capital in April, stayed there for two months, and had been here for more than four months. It was November, and the weather in the north was already cold, and Song Wuque's health was getting worse and worse recently. Yi Cheng saw that his master was not in trouble, but just looked out the window, afraid that he would get cold, so he walked up and said to Song Wuque: "Master, it's cold, so let's close the window!"

Song Wuque only realized that Yi Cheng was behind him. He turned around and smiled at Yi Cheng and said, "I'm old, so old. I don't need to close you anymore. I can see these today, and I don't know if I can see them tomorrow."

Then he seemed to recall: "I remember when I first met you, it was spring?" His words were filled with smiles.

After hearing this, Yi Cheng couldn't be happy at all in front of him. He just didn't want Song Wuque to continue feeling sad, so he said, "It was in spring, and the leaves had just sprouted!"

When Song Wuque heard this, a light flashed in his eyes and said, "Hehe, yes, the leaves had just sprouted at that time. Look at the leaves in front of you, they have all fallen out. They will sprout again next spring. Unfortunately, I can't see them."

Song Wuque looked regretful, but he didn't have much fear of death in his expression.

When Yi Cheng heard this, he choked and shouted, "Master..." and could no longer say anything.

Seeing Yi Cheng's expression, Song Wuque said, "It's just life and death, there's nothing to be sad about. Trees live in spring and fall, and the next year will be another cycle. Although I can't see it, you are still here. You are the seeds left by your teacher. If you see it, I'm just seeing it! Okay, let's not talk about these things, I'll give you some things, come and sit down."

Yi Cheng didn't want the master to say this anymore, so he sat at the table with the master as he said.

Song Wuque took out an ancient ring from his arms and handed it to Yicheng, and said, "Xiao Yi, this is the last thing left to you by his master. Hua Yuan, whom I saved back then, was already a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, and is also a powerful figure among the cultivators in the entire Cangmang Mountains. I will give this thing to you, and do not show it in front of others. Your current cultivation level is not enough to own this thing. You must know the principle that ordinary men are guilty of being guilty of being guilty. It is not uncommon to kill people and treasures in the cultivation world. There are some things that cultivators use, which I have always been useless. Now I have passed it to you to the fullest."

Yi Cheng stood up quickly and took it with both hands. Song Wuque asked him to sit down again and told him how to use it and let Yi Cheng try it.

According to what the master said, Yi Cheng used spiritual power to penetrate the ring, and immediately showed a space of several feet high and dozens of feet large in his mind. This feeling was like Yi Cheng's state of meridians when he was circulating his true qi.

The ring has a huge space, but there are not many things, a jade slip, a small tower, a broken inner armor, a broken sword, and some ore.

There are also many shiny stones of various colors and dozens of ancient books.

Yi Cheng controlled the spiritual power and rolled up a shiny red stone and then retracted the spiritual power, and the stone appeared on the table.

Only then did Yi Cheng know how he created so many books out of thin air when he was a master.

Seeing that Yi Cheng could already be used, Song Wuque said to Yi Cheng: "This is a spirit stone, which contains spiritual power. The cultivator uses it to accelerate his cultivation. It is also the currency of the cultivation world. You will gradually understand it in the future. But remember to keep wealth open and don't let others know. The small tower Huayuan in your ring is not known, but you just know that it is extraordinary, hard and has nothing to break. He was plotted against by his junior brother because of the murder. The ore and the materials in the jade box are also the heavenly and earth treasures collected by Huayuan. I don't know what it is. You can study it slowly in the future. I can't see the jade slip. Huayuan said that it was some of his cultivation experiences recorded, which may be useful to you in the future. Okay, let's just do it! I want to calm down, you go out!"

Yi Cheng saw that Song Wuque looked listless and wanted to accompany his master, but it was not easy to go against Song Wuque's intentions, so he closed the door and went out.

This time, it was a farewell forever. When Yi Cheng came to see Song Wuque again at noon, the master had already sat down and looked calm as if he was practicing.

Yi Cheng was so sad that he couldn't help crying.
Chapter completed!