Chapter 334: Long Life, the Love between Master and Disciple
The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun reflects in the clouds and glows, creating a beautiful golden color.
A blue bird cloud boat broke through the clouds and arrived at the mountain gate of Fengxi Sect.
Then, under the command of the outer door deacon, it slowly landed.
On the ground, Hong Yuan looked at his master Lin Daoyan and his senior brother Zhu Wushang who were coming out of the Qingque Yunzhou, with a smile on his face.
He took Lin Yiru and Xiao Yue'er and hurried forward to greet them.
"Master, senior brother..."
"Dad, Brother Wushang..."
"Master, Third Master..."
Calls rang out one after another, calling Lin Daoyan and Zhu Wushang enthusiastically.
Lin Daoyan smiled and narrowed his eyes. He looked at the grown-up Xiao Yue'er and couldn't help but lose consciousness.
Because he actually saw the shadow of his late apprentice Mo Jiuyou in Xiao Yue'er just now.
"Master, what's wrong?" Hong Yuan supported Lin Daoyan and greeted softly.
"Haha, I'm old and I can't accept it. Just now, I saw the shadow of your senior brother Mo in Yue'er." Lin Daoyan said kindly.
Hearing this, Hong Yuan raised his eyebrows lightly, secretly thinking that something was wrong.
They had been working together to hide the news of Mo Jiuyou's death from Xiao Yue'er. Now what the master said, wouldn't it be exposed?
"Haha, yes, yes. Master, how do you feel about this journey?"
Hong Yuan stopped talking and walked into the mountain gate with his master Lin Daoyan, heading towards Fenghuo Peak where the Weapon Refining Hall is located.
Xiao Yue'er, who was behind him, stiffened for a moment, lowered his head on his own initiative, and did not ask out loud where his parents were.
She is already an adult and is a well-known young genius in the sect. She is also considered by the busy people to be one of the top ten beauties of the new generation of Fengxi Sect.
She is not stupid, she is very smart!
"Oh, I'm really confused." Lin Daoyan suddenly responded.
He patted his head, looking extremely annoyed.
The gray hair on his forehead was pressed down, and his aging skin was visible to the naked eye.
He is really old, and he is a little confused because of his old age. He did not do it on purpose.
"The years are as ruthless as a knife..."
Hong Yuan sighed helplessly.
When he first entered the school, his master Lin Daoyan was young, powerful, and tall, and was even regarded as a martial arts role model by many elders and disciples.
But now, in just twenty or thirty years, the master has aged like this, which makes Hong Yuan feel a sense of powerlessness.
"Ayuan, please come with me for a walk. Let's go back for now."
Lin Daoyan's cloudy eyes flickered with a glimmer of clarity.
Everyone looked at Hong Yuan hesitantly, waiting for Hong Yuan's decision.
In the past, Lin Daoyan was indeed able to speak the truth in his own lineage.
But now the person in my lineage who resists the tripod is Hong Yuan. Everyone's glory is tied to Hong Yuan, and they all need Hong Yuan's approval before they can dare to act.
"Why are you looking at me? You must listen to what the master says!"
Hong Yuan shouted loudly, causing everyone to remain silent.
Instead, Lin Daoyan patted Hong Yuan's strong arm with his big hand, comforting Hong Yuan, as if he had seen through the transfer of power.
Night falls.
The road ahead is dark and it is difficult to see the main road clearly.
Zhu Wushang, Lin Yiru, Mo Yuer and others looked sad.
They watched silently as Hong Yuan supported Lin Daoyan, and watched as the master and disciple slowly but firmly walked towards the major peaks of Fengxi Sect.
An unspeakable sense of desolation flowed into their hearts.
No matter how powerful and powerful you are, you still have to face the life-and-death issue of insufficient longevity in your later years.
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"Ayuan, don't blame them. This kind of thing is normal."
"I'm quite lucky. My old friends couldn't find any apprentices who could resist the tripod in their later years, so they were a little miserable in their later years."
"I, Lin Daoyan, have a good disciple like you with excellent moral character and strength. It is my great fortune."
"I am extremely happy that you can inherit our Jiuding lineage. Don't blame them~"
Lin Daoyan expressed his feelings to Hong Yuan and interceded for Zhu Wushang and the others.
Hong Yuan smiled and nodded, taking care of his master Lin Daoyan one by one, following his wishes.
"Don't worry, master, I will listen to you."
Under the dim starlight, the stooped Lin Daoyan formed a sharp contrast with Hong Yuan, who was as thick as a mountain.
The exchange of their shadows resembles a father and son...
In the past, Lin Daoyan acted as a master and held up a sky for Hongyuan's rapid rise.
Now, Hong Yuan has taken on the responsibility of his apprentice and solved all difficulties for Lin Daoyan in his later years so that he can enjoy his old age in peace.
However, their lineage still has a very big regret, it can also be said that the goal they strive for has not yet been completed.
That is:
"The blessed land of the Eagle Immortal that the Nine Great Fengxi True Successors can possess has not yet been taken back!"
Yingxian Blessed Land has always suffered from the pain of Hong Yuan's veins, to be precise, it is the pain of Lin Daoyan.
For it, many brothers and sisters traveled back and forth, and some even sacrificed for it.
Hong Yuan was favored by Lin Daoyan in the first place because of Hong Yuan's talent in taking back the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land.
"Ayuan, do you know that I was once a handyman disciple, not a sect disciple..."
Walking to a small pavilion at a waterfall, Lin Daoyan told Hong Yuan about the past. His eyes were full of memories, and Hong Yuan listened silently.
When people get old, when they recall the past, they will have many things to say.
It's just that it's hard for the old man to find someone to tell the story to, so he can only recall it alone.
At this moment, Hong Yuan perfectly acted as a listener, listening to the past of master Lin Daoyan.
When he was young, he joined Fengxi Sect and became a servant disciple.
After passing the assessment, you will become a formal disciple and be assigned to the Weapon Refining Hall.
Go down the mountain to practice, accidentally enter the sacred mountain, find fairy grass, extend your life and increase your wealth.
Obtain a good teacher, become a practicing disciple, and obtain the "Tianhe Sword Sutra".
Improve your cultivation, become a true disciple, seize the position of the Nine Phoenix Streams, and win the blessed land of Eagle Immortal.
After the death of a good friend, he raised the orphan and regarded him as his flesh and blood. He made him his eldest disciple and trained him with all his strength.
The orphan achieved the position of true successor of the Nine Great Fengxi and inherited the blessed land of Eagle Immortal. Unfortunately, in the end, he rushed forward in a hurry and died during the catastrophe of becoming a saint.
The second disciple couldn't bear the loss of the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, so he made all-out preparations, and finally achieved the Nine Great Fengxi True Traditions, which he inherited with difficulty. But he also died during the catastrophe of becoming a saint...
"Woooo..."
As he talked, Lin Daoyan burst into tears.
The most painful thing is for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift, and he has experienced it more than once or twice!
"Master, don't worry. I'm with you in everything. I will always be there."
Hong Yuan hugged his master Lin Daoyan into his arms, patted his back gently and comforted him.
They are now standing on the bluestone avenue between Fenghuo Peak and Fengyu Peak. In the past, disciples would come and go here.
However, at this moment, in order to prevent the master's gaffe from being exposed to others, Hong Yuan had already conveyed the order through bee venom and asked his men to carry out clearing activities.
"Eagle Immortal Blessed Land... The True Biography of the Nine Great Phoenix Streams..."
"It's time to resolve Master's last concern."
Hong Yuan lowered his eyes and remained silent.
In the sky, a cold moon hung high, and the cold moonlight shone on the master and disciple.