Chapter 301: Earthly Affairs
Zhao Yushu had a feeling that this junior brother Ziying, or senior brother, should be an extremely important figure in Master Zixiao's cultivation career.
Because even he himself, when he saw Ziying, felt a surge of joy in his heart, but it was mixed with some other emotions.
The boys went to bed with their clothes on, ready to face the challenges of the next day.
More people began to fall behind, more people began to give up actively or passively, but there were two young men who supported each other, day after day, walking hard but firmly towards a goal that seemed to never be seen.
There are not many people left.
The wind and snow stopped and started again, the sun rose and set.
The two of them went from joking with each other to being too tired to say a word. The team went from three to one, and the last team went from five or six people to two.
The two of them only communicated once a day, calling each other "junior brother" before going to bed.
"They can't get in. According to the rules, only one person can enter the mountain. Now the time has passed. If they continue like this, they will never see Kunlun Mountain." Three monks gathered together. They were responsible for three groups of people with different progress. Now, they only needed to take care of these two people.
"It would be better to persuade one of them to give up." A monk suggested.
"Or the two of you can go into the mountains together." The old woman also gave a suggestion.
"Kunlun doesn't have such rules."
"Rules are made by people."
"Why not wait for another two days?"
The other two looked at the last person: "Two days?"
"Well, three days, that's the limit. If they can still hold on, then it's fate."
"it is good."
"good."
The first level is too weak.
Zhao Yushu felt that he might have snow blindness, as everything he saw was white, although he didn't know if this was what snow blindness was like.
Ziying is still a teenager after all. Once his childish stubbornness wears off, his ability to endure pain is far inferior to that of Zhao Yushu, an adult who has experienced life and death several times.
He has expressed his intention to give up several times in vague words.
Then Zhao Yushu pressed his head into the snow to sober him up for a while, and he used two words to mobilize his fighting spirit again: Junior Brother.
On the third day, both of them had completely lost their direction and were just walking aimlessly forward in the snowy mountains, perhaps even going in circles.
"Junior brother, I think we might die." Ziying forced her eyes open.
"Save your energy and stop talking." Zhao Yushu followed behind him, walking laboriously step by step with his head down, and almost bumped into his back.
"I seem to have seen the Heavenly Palace."
Zhao Yushu stopped, raised his head, grinned, and the sun came out.
The Kunlun Fairy Mountain suddenly appeared before our eyes, and the steps leading to the mountain gate appeared out of thin air at our feet. The palaces and pavilions in the distance were integrated with the snow-capped mountains yet clearly separated, and it looked like a fairyland under the sun.
The stairs are high, but nothing compared to the endless snow-capped mountains.
The two young men cheered and ran to the top of the mountain with their last bit of strength, then stopped at the same time in front of the tall mountain gate.
"You go first." Ziying smiled and said, "Thank you for your care along the way."
"Okay, then I won't be polite." Zhao Yushu smiled, suddenly grabbed Ziying's belt and threw him into the mountain gate.
Ziying covered her butt and climbed up, staring at Zhao Yushu in a daze.
"Zixiao, hello, Senior Brother Ziying."
The days and months are long in the mountains.
Zhao Yushu didn't know whether the time in A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains was different from that in the outside world, and he had no way to verify it. He only knew that the memories of every day here seemed a little vague and seemed to be fleeting.
After entering Kunlun Mountain, he once secretly tried to see if he could still use the Shadow Step, but strangely, every time he wanted to use it, he would forget what the Shadow Step was.
Similar situations occurred many times, and it seemed that he really became Zixiao.
Zixiao is extremely talented and practices very hard. Even if Zhao Yushu wants to slack off, this body has an almost instinctive urge to him to work hard.
Ziying is not as talented as him, but Ziying is not discouraged, nor is he jealous. He still regards himself as a senior brother every day, and even feels honored to have a genius like Zixiao as his junior brother.
Until one day, Zhao Yushu had reached the sixth level, and his master asked him to go down the mountain to gain some experience and find an opportunity to break through the seventh level.
He made a request, hoping to travel with Ziying.
This was not Zhao Yushu's original intention, but Zixiao's original intention.
Zhao Yushu suddenly realized that this was the trend of history, an inevitable trend.
This incident must have left an indelible impression in Zixiao's heart, causing time to suddenly slow down.
As if to let him experience this memory thoroughly.
As they went down the mountain, they passed by a small country in the Western Regions. The ruler of the small country respectfully served the two immortals and begged them to stay for a while.
However, while they were there, the capital was besieged and the king was forced to ask for help from the two men.
Ziying took the lead. Even though he was only at the fifth level, he was still an unparalleled peak in this small country in the Western Regions, and no one could match him.
The capital was saved.
The two said goodbye contentedly amid endless gratitude and headed west again.
However, they did not go far.
Outside the capital, they were besieged by mortals.
There were old and young, male and female, thousands of them looked like crazy, and each of them was fearless of death.
This scene frightened the two young men, who were no more than twenty years old.
Until the weapons hit them, the two men began to fight back instinctively.
The hot blood turned the yellow sand into fertile soil and the white clothes into red clothes.
A hidden monk fell to the ground with a sword stuck in his chest, smiling, and his scimitar also pierced the opponent's chest.
Ziying slowly fell to the ground.
The ruler of the country has been levying heavy taxes and levying heavy taxes, and the people of the country have long been living in misery.
The people rose up in rebellion and fought their way to the capital with great difficulty. When the dawn of victory was about to shine through the clouds, the two high-ranking monks cast their shadows again.
Their last hope was destroyed by two young monks who knew nothing.
Zhao Yushu felt Zixiao's consciousness was madly washing over his sea of consciousness. Ziying in his arms was crying and mumbling apologies.
"I was wrong, I was wrong."
"I'll take you back. Master has a way to save you."
"I was wrong, we were all wrong, Junior Brother, we shouldn't have cared, Junior Brother."
Zhao Yushu hugged Ziying tightly: "I will take you back, don't say anything, I will take you back."
"Junior brother, it hurts so much, junior brother, junior brother..."
Ziying's voice became lower and she slowly lowered her hands.
"Zixiao, have you learned anything from this experience?"
Zixiao was kneeling in the main hall of Kunlun Mountain with Ziying's body in front of him.
"Disciple, I understand."
"What did you realize?"
"The monks are the monks, and the mortals are the mortals."
The wind and snow were blowing hard, and Zixiao's black hair turned snow-white in an instant. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, and an aura that should only appear when one breaks through the inner scene filled the entire Kunlun Mountain.
The clear is the sky, the turbid is the earth.
How can heaven and earth be in harmony?
The dark clouds have dispersed, and the sky is clear and bright; the snow is falling to the ground, and the vast mountains are like a painting.
Only Mount Kunlun remains, hanging between heaven and earth.
Everyone on Kunlun Mountain couldn't help but look towards the hall. The head of Kunlun quietly watched his disciple step through the threshold of the seventh heaven.
He has found his opportunity. Once he has cultivated enough, he will be able to achieve the inner scene naturally.
The head of Kunlun, Master Zixiao, realized from his inner world that heaven and earth were not in harmony.