The old sword cultivator drank a cup of tea and said: "In addition to being thick-skinned, I also have such a bad habit. If others can't stand it, then I can't stand it. If I am a cultivator of immortality and is a pure-hearted person, then what else can I do?
What’s the meaning?”
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile and said: "No one else can be said to be so fresh and refined about your lust."
Old Jian Xiutian smiled shamelessly and said, "That's right. Cultivation of immortality is a process that dehumanizes, isn't it?"
Chen Changsheng agreed with this and said, "This is not true."
Ever since he was cursed, he would feel that his mood would be much calmer every time he woke up, and it would be difficult for him to have any emotional fluctuations when encountering many things.
The same is probably true for spiritual practice. With meditation and hard work, over time, the seven emotions and six desires will surely slowly dissipate, and this may even be irreversible.
Chen Changsheng had a premonition that such a situation would occur, so after his death, he worked hard to prevent himself from falling out of the category of "human".
"Then what do you think if humanity is retained?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The old sword cultivator spread his hands and said: "Just keep it, but you will never become a true immortal."
"True immortal?"
"Um."
The old sword cultivator nodded and said: "I don't know how many monks in this world want to cross this cave and enter the realm of true immortality, but in the end, without exception, they all fall on this road."
"It's hard to find an immortal, and it's even harder to become a true immortal. People walking on the road are just tombstones in the end."
"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of the human escapes is one."
Chen Changsheng put down his tea cup and said: "There is definitely an opportunity, but before this opportunity comes, all efforts will be in vain."
When the old swordsman heard this, he paused slightly and asked, "Is the Immortal also a person on that road?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "In Chen's opinion, the seven emotions and six desires are all freedoms in the world. If Chen cannot tolerate vulgarity, he will not be able to become a true immortal."
The old swordsman laughed after hearing this.
He nodded repeatedly and said a few words.
"Yes! Yes!"
Chen Changsheng also smiled, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he had something to ask.
He originally wanted the old swordsman to see what state he was in, but it seemed that he could only talk about it next time.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Although there is music and singing every night in the capital city, it will gradually calm down after a while.
Lao Jianxiuhe and Chen Changsheng finished listening to the music, but Chen Changsheng left in no hurry. He wanted to see the capital again.
Later, the old swordsman took him to a gambling house in Shangjing City. As a result, the old swordsman was unlucky and lost a few games and lost all the money in his pocket.
"Why don't you try two of them?" the old sword cultivator looked at Chen Changsheng and said.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "I am short of money."
He still has debts on him now, and he can't find a penny in his pocket.
"Pity."
The old swordsman sighed and said: "I still want to go to the immortal and lead me to kill everyone tonight."
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but smile and said: "You have a lot of luck. You can definitely win by gambling, so why not use it?"
The old swordsman said: "If you know that you will win, then there is no fun in gambling."
"That makes sense."
Chen Changsheng said to him again: "Where to go next?"
"Goulan, gambling house, the rest is..."
"Borthello?"
"Worthy of being an immortal, he hits the mark with just one word."
The old swordsman smiled, his eyes shining as if he was looking forward to it.
Chen Changsheng asked: "You have lost half your money in your pocket, why are you going to a brothel?"
"I go to a brothel for free." Old Jianxiu said with a smile: "Nine out of ten brothels and boats in Shangjing City are run by people from the palace. Young Master Yan gave me a waist card back then. Since then,
I never paid."
"Yan boy?"
"Yan Bei'an, you have met the Immortal."
"He..."
Chen Changsheng recalled the swordsman in the desert and said, "Prince Dajing actually went to Mobei. It's really novel."
The old swordsman nodded and said, "It sounds stupid, but this guy has a clear mind and will definitely achieve great things in the future."
"You also taught him the flying sword technique, right?"
"good."
Chen Changsheng suddenly understood and said, "Do you want to accept him as your disciple?"
The old sword cultivator nodded and said: "That's not true. I just think he is a good young talent, but he will be my apprentice..."
He shook his head and said: "He is still far away."
The old sword cultivator waved his hand and said, "Where are you going? Are you going with me to the Immortal?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "You can go to the brothel by yourself. Chen can just take a look around."
The old swordsman put his hands behind his back and said, "It seems that I am the only one enjoying the fun."
"I don't cultivate when I am old," Chen Changsheng said.
The old sword cultivator was laughing and didn't care at all.
After making an appointment with Chen Changsheng to meet again at dawn, Old Jianxiu walked non-stop towards a certain brothel, wondering which girl he had fallen in love with.
Chen Changsheng started walking around the capital.
There are hundreds of squares in the capital, but there are only a few places that are lively at night. The only ones open at night are restaurants, inns, gourmet bars, gambling houses and brothels.
Chen Changsheng felt a little bored walking around.
He simply returned to the palace, planning to go to the palace's library and read a book, just to pass the time.
After casting a spell, Chen Changsheng walked into the palace in a swaggering manner. The imperial guards guarding the palace did not even see Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng stirred up his spiritual thoughts and checked the layout of the palace. After finding the library, he quickly walked over.
The person guarding the library was an old eunuch with a haggard face, and his eyes were open in the dark night, which was so scary.
Chen Changsheng came to the old eunuch's reluctance and raised his sleeves.
The old eunuch took a nap and felt sleepy. After shaking his head, he fell on the table and fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Changsheng lit an oil lamp and came to the library.
It has to be said that there are really countless books in the Dajing Library. At a glance, there are dozens of neatly arranged bookshelves, all of which are piled with books. Not only that, there are second and third floors above.
.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the books on the first floor. Most of the books on this floor were ancient books or manuscripts, with a preference for the Four Books and Five Classics.
He found a history book in the corner and started reading it.
"Um?"
However, after turning only two pages, I suddenly heard some movement at the door of the library.
Chen Changsheng blew out the oil lamp, put down his book and walked towards the door.
Walking to the side of the bookshelf, I saw a half-grown girl tiptoeing into the library.
She sneaked in to look for books.
She looked around, picked up an oil lamp, and began to search on the bookshelf on the first floor.
Finally, she stopped in front of the bookshelf where some folklore books were stored.
"It turns out to be here!"
The little girl's eyes lit up, and then she began to look for what she wanted to see.