Article 908
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"Red Lotus Shuixie and Uncle's disciples' rooms are all empty, and no one else has ever lived in." The younger disciple pulled Xue Ziming's cuffs, "Shizun Shizun, call them back, I have listened to the storytelling. There have been several paragraphs, saying that the master and the uncle are rare heroes in the world..."
Xue Meng turned his light brown eyes, and in the sun, he looked at the little guy with a smile: "Do you want to be a hero in the future?"
"Definitely!" The little disciple puffed out his cheeks and looked full of ambition, "Under the seat of the Master, how can there be any unpromising disciples? I want to do something big!"
"Promising is not necessarily to achieve a great cause." Xue Meng said, "If you can be upright in your life, you will not bully the weak, you will not yield to the weak, you will not be arrogant in good times, and you will not be discouraged in adversity... Also, you can be cautious and have Judge a person or a thing with reservations, and always have a heart of compassion. When you reach your old age, if you can say that you are worthy of your true heart, you will be a great hero."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
After all, the little guy is young, Xue Meng turned his head again and found that he was already yawning.
Seeing his master staring at him, he forced back his half yawn, with two sleepy tears in the corners of his eyes, but still tried to straighten his back, as if nodding thoughtfully.
This looks really like a young phoenix chick.
Xue Meng held back a smile and asked seriously: "Remember?"
Busy said: "Remember."
Xue Meng asked again: "Do you understand?"
"Listen..." The tone faded, "I don't understand..."
After a while, he felt aggrieved: "Master, what you said is too convoluted..."
Xue Meng didn't blame it. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and patted his head: "Forget it. It is indeed too much."
"hey-hey."
"If you want to be a hero, remember one thing first."
The younger disciple hurriedly straightened his waist and listened intently. He probably thought that Xue Meng was going to tell him some particularly powerful moves or essentials, and his black and white eyes were all round.
Sunlight flowed on Xue Meng's face, and Xue Meng smiled when the flowers and shadows flowed.
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"Don't make assumptions about others, it is the highest dignity a person can give to himself."
After he finished speaking, he leaned over and picked up the ignorant little guy, and took him out of the house to the end of the garden. Looking at it from here, "Ah, ah, ah" the mountain peaks are towering, and the red lotus water pavilion is hidden in the clouds. Through the floating clouds all over the ground, you can see the prosperous towns and jade belt rivers under the mountain from a distance.
As soon as the wind broke, the little disciple's sleepiness disappeared, and he stopped yawning.
After all, he is still so naive, and every flower and bird can win his favor.
Xue Meng and him stood beside the carved fence, looked at the scenery of Shuzhong with him for a while, and asked, "What did you see?"
The little guy didn't know why: "Mountain...house...water...and fog..."
Xue Meng smiled and listened. His temperament has become more and more calm, and it seems that it is very far away to be easily angered.
He and his disciples stood by the carved fence, looking at the same red dust. What the child saw was the house, and what he saw was the rise and fall of the impermanent town at the foot of the mountain. From the once dilapidated town to the now crowded with traffic, it seems to be better than the past. The lively appearance of the territory of the Shangxiu Realm.
What the child sees is water, what he sees is rolling and flowing eastward, and sometimes he thinks that a monk is standing by the river with a soul-inducing lamp in his hand, and he says to him solemnly, "Master Xue Shi. , go to the underworld..."
What the child sees is the fog, and what he sees is the souls of the dead in life, who are not scattered all year round on the top of death and life.
His father and mother were among them. Later, he could always see their figures, in Wujianping, in the back garden, in Mengpotang, and in Naihe Bridge, even if he closed his eyes, he could see them. In fact, in addition to three souls and seven souls, people probably have a kind of soul, and that kind of soul is only born in the hearts of loved ones - when you miss them, they will come to you.
Xue Meng hugged his little apprentice and cast his eyes to the frost temple in the mountains, where many of his relatives and friends had stopped.
Speaking of which, last year the precept elders were very old and passed away in a heavy snowfall in early chūn. Elder Xuanji also left in the first two years. People say that he has done too many good things. If Yan Luo named him earlier, he could be disintegrated into an immortal. The death of these elders Xue Meng watched one by one, from the hysteria at the beginning to the peace later - or helplessness.
When he can calmly arrange the funeral of Elder Xuanji, Xue Meng will also miss his former self, but it is only a memory. He will no longer indulge in the past and cannot get away.
He is the leader of the faction and the disciple of Yuheng, and he always has to look forward.
"Master?" A pink and tender hand is shaking in front of him, calling back Xue Meng's consciousness, "What is Master thinking?"
Xue Meng smiled and said, "I'm thinking about some past events."
When it comes to the past, the little guy is a little excited, and tries to continue the topic that he had just finished: "Master and Uncle..."
"In fact, they will come back every New Year's Eve." Xue Meng said, "You can see them this year."
The little guy pouted, a little dissatisfied: "But why is there only New Year's Eve? Why don't they stay? I heard that the uncle is very powerful, and he went down with a knife-"
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