"Gu Fei, where have you been these past few days?" The green-robed Taoist was the steward of the Hua Lin Pavilion, Mo Songxuan. When he saw Gu Fei, he actually stood up from behind the table in a somewhat abnormal manner.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master Mo!" Gu Fei hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed to Mo Songxuan.
"Ah! Gu Fei, your master came out of seclusion two days ago. "Mo Songxuan's expression was a little sad. This made Gu Fei's heart skip a beat and he felt faintly uneasy.
"My master has come out of seclusion, I'll go see him now!" Gu Fei hurriedly turned around and was about to rush out of the Hua Lin Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan called out to him from behind.
"Gu Fei, your master has come out of seclusion, but …" Mo Songxuan was a little hesitant.
Gu Fei hurriedly turned around again and looked at Mo Songxuan. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger. He asked, "Uncle-Master Mo, did something happen to my master? Tell me quickly! "
Mo Songxuan's hesitant look made Gu Fei's heart hang in his throat. His palms were sweaty from nervousness.
"Gu Fei, you must be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan muttered to himself for a moment before saying this. There was a trace of pity in his gaze as he looked at Gu Fei.
"Could it be …" Gu Fei's heart shook violently. His body swayed involuntarily and he actually took a step back. He asked in a trembling voice, "Could it be that my master …"
Mo Songxuan did not speak, but nodded with a serious expression.
This action of his almost caused Gu Fei to break down. Gu Fei felt as if the world before his eyes had collapsed in that instant. It was as if his head had been struck by the wrath of the Ninth Heaven, causing him to be unable to distinguish between north, south, east, and west.
A line of hot tears flowed down his face. His master's kind face appeared in his mind, but at this moment, he and his master were forever separated. Before his master went into seclusion, he already vaguely knew that this was his master's last chance.
His master was already more than 150 years old, and his time could come at any time. However, when his master really passed away, he couldn't accept it. To Gu Fei, Ten Thousand Immortals Become was no longer just a simple master.
"Gu Fei, I'm sorry for your loss!" Mo Songxuan couldn't help but comfort Gu Fei when he saw that his Master's face was distorted from grief.
The Taishang Forgets Emotions, and the Taishang Heartless. Actually, cultivators usually viewed life and death very lightly. The more profound a cultivator was, the more indifferent they would be to life and death. However, Gu Fei was not a martial cultivator. Instead, he was a martial cultivator.
He had emotions, and they were very rich. Cultivating martial arts was actually cultivating the human path. The seven emotions and six desires were originally human nature.
Since it was human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Gu Fei did not need to hide his inner feelings and vented his sorrow to his heart's content.
"Martial Uncle Mo! When did this happen? " Gu Fei asked Mo Songxuan mournfully, allowing his tears to blur his eyes. He didn't even reach out to wipe them away.
"Your master passed away in meditation last night. He couldn't let go of you and wanted to see you, but …" Mo Songxuan said with some emotion. Although Ten Thousand Immortals Cheng and he were not related by blood, they had a good relationship.
Mo Songxuan was a martial cultivator, and martial cultivators paid particular attention to abandoning the seven emotions and six desires. Although Ten Thousand Immortals Cheng was his senior brother, if he could not cultivate to the Immortal Realm, he would still die eventually. Mo Songxuan didn't seem too sad.
Martial cultivators paid particular attention to understanding the Heavenly Dao. The Dao followed the natural law. If there was life, there would be death. If there was withering, there would be prosperity. This was the law of the cycle of heaven and earth. Letting nature take its course was the point of view of martial cultivators.
"Master … your disciple is unfilial!" Gu Fei looked up to the sky and wailed, tears streaming down his face. His appearance attracted the surrounding disciples to look at him in shock.
"This is what your master asked me to give you!" At this moment, Mo Songxuan took out a package and a purple stick with ancient patterns engraved on it from under the table.
Gu Fei held back his grief and reached out to take the package and the stick with tears in his eyes. This stick seemed to be made of wood and iron, but it was unknown what material it was made of. It looked a little like a sword hilt and was a little heavy in his hand.
According to Gu Fei's master, Wan Immortals, this short stick was obtained by their ancestor along with the ancient cultivation technique. It should be an extraordinary object.
However, after several generations of Gu Fei's lineage, they couldn't find anything extraordinary about this short purple stick. No matter how they looked at it, it was an unremarkable object.
"Uncle-Master, where is my master buried? I want to pay my respects. "Gu Fei asked in a deep voice filled with sorrow.
Although Wan Immortals and Gu Fei were master and disciple, they were as close as father and son. Gu Fei was extremely regretful that he hadn't been able to see his master one last time. In addition to grief, there was also self-blame in his heart.
"Your master is buried in the sect's cemetery. You will see him when you enter the cemetery," Mo Songxuan replied.
As soon as Mo Songxuan finished speaking, Gu Fei rushed out of the Hualin Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he didn't stop Gu Fei.
In the back mountains of the Taixuan Sect, halfway up the mountain, there was a special place. There was green grass and fragrant flowers. If there were no forest of steles, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a garden.
This was the cemetery of the Taixuan Sect, the burial place of the disciples of the past. After all, not everyone could cultivate the Great Way of the Immortal God. When the time came, they would return to the cycle of reincarnation and turn into a pile of yellow soil.
The entire cemetery was silent. There was not a single sound.
In an inconspicuous corner of the cemetery, a figure stood quietly in front of a small, low grave, motionless. He was Gu Fei.
He stood there in a daze, from morning to noon, and then from noon to evening. The setting sun was like blood, shining on the mountains, dyeing them red. It was another sunset, and the afterglow of the setting sun rendered the cemetery solemn and somewhat strange.
The small, low grave was inconspicuous. It could be said to be very simple. There was only a tombstone, no flowers, and a simple little mound of soil. The soil was new.
Who didn't die in life? No matter how peerless one was, in the end, they were just a pile of yellow soil. There was no difference. People died like a lamp going out. Who would remember, and who would remember that such a person had once existed in this world?
The essence of cultivation was actually to defy the heavens. Whether it was martial cultivation or cultivation, it was a struggle against the heavens. If they succeeded, they could enjoy a long life. If they failed, they would disappear from the world, and everything would disappear.
Although martial cultivators were said to obey the heavens, but at the same time, were they not breaking through the heavens?
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