Bathed in the fragrance of flowers that filled the mountains and plains, Li Xiuyuan stood under the tree and sighed softly.

He smiled leisurely: "Senior, you have come here in a big circle, accepted my precious disciple, and taught her to understand the way of the stars. Are you tired?"

Turning back and looking at the old monk sitting in front of the stone table boiling water and making tea, Li Xiuyuan sighed.

Asked: "Where is my unreliable master? Why didn't he come with you to have a look?"

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that you can't take care of so many children, so if I come to share one for you, how can he have such leisure?"

Li Xiuyuan nodded, walked to the table and sat down. He thought for a while and said, "Senior, you came at the right time. In a few days, I plan to use this mountain of apricot flowers to brew a few tanks of spiritual wine."

The old monk looked up and down, then laughed: "So you are planning on me?"

Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at the clouds on the Tianshan Mountains and murmured to himself: "Look at me with a body like this, how many tanks of spiritual wine can I brew?"

Just like when he left Tag Snow Mountain and went to the primitive world, Li Xiuyuan felt that his vitality was gradually passing away.

Perhaps, his time here is running out.

He wanted to use the remaining power to forge that mortal sword, which was the last sword he forged under the starry sky of the Five Realms.

If you want to drink my spiritual wine, you have to help.

Even if the old Taoist master came, Li Xiuyuan was also powerless at the moment.

Unexpectedly, the old monk was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at the direction in which the group of people disappeared and said quietly: "Guess whether they can catch up with the big battle when they go down to Tianshan Mountain?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said calmly: "My husband and I have already fought twice for the five regions, and this third game is their turn."

The old monk was startled when he heard this, and thought to himself, is this not your temper?

In the old monk's heart, Li Xiuyuan was a man who was upright and fearless.

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but ask: "What if they are defeated? Are you willing to watch them perish?"

"Whose country? Whose rise and fall?"

Li Xiuyuan picked up the kettle and poured boiling water into the purple sand to clean the teapot. He beckoned and picked a few apricot flowers and dropped them into the pot, and added a pinch of spring tea.

As the aroma of the tea gradually began to rise, he picked up a cup of hot tea and said, "I have done so many things for them. If I can't defeat them anymore, it means that it's time for a different era in these five regions."

The old monk nodded and said quietly: "You built a large formation in southern Xinjiang and spent ten years polishing seven spiritual swords in Tianshan. It's time to put it down."

Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and said, "I can't stay with them all my life, right?"

The old monk laughed when he heard this, thought for a while and said, "It's still early for wine-making now, so I'll tell you a story."

Li Xiuyuan did not expect that the old monk would be willing to tell him stories, so he immediately smiled and said: "I would like to hear the Tao."

The old monk picked up the tea cup and took a sip. For a moment, he just felt the fragrance of flowers overflowing, and his lips and teeth were fragrant. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Then we talked quietly.

It is said that a plague was prevalent in the land of China. From time to time, King Atuo's queen also fell ill, and the imperial doctors were helpless for a while.

One night, the queen had a dream. She dreamed that eating the flesh of the Mauryan King would make her well.

The king issued an edict on the spot: "Whoever captures the Peacock King for the queen will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and the princess will be betrothed to him as his wife."

For a moment, the whole country went crazy, and everyone was running around, just to find traces of the Maurya King.

One of the smart hunters made a trap, and not long after, the Maurya King was caught by the hunter.

The imprisoned Maurya King looked at the hunter and said: "If you let me go, I will give you a mountain of treasures, so that you can enjoy glory and wealth throughout your life."

It's just that the hunter only thought about the king's promise and the beautiful princess, so he was not willing to let the Peacock King go.

The Maurya King was finally sent into the palace. Looking at the king in front of him, the Maurya King said quietly: "Your Majesty, give me pure water so that I can cure the queen's illness."

The king agreed to the Maurya King's request. After casting some spells, the queen drank the Maurya King's divine water and her serious illness disappeared.

The Mauryan King cast a spell into the large lake behind the palace, and the sick people drank the water from the lake and were cured of their serious illnesses.

With a wave of his hand, the king released the Maurya King, and the people no longer had any intention of harming the Maurya King.

When leaving, the Maurya King said to the king: "There are three idiots in the world: one is me, the other is hunter, and the third is king."

The king did not understand its meaning, so what did it mean?

The Mauryan King replied: "My obsession is with color. Buddhas use color as fire, burning their bodies and endangering their lives. I have a wife to support me, but I still covet the birds laid by the hunter, so I am trapped in a cage. I am

A fool."

"A hunter is obsessed with profit. If I promise him a mountain full of jewels, he will never be able to enjoy them all in his lifetime. All he sees is the king's bounty and the princess's beauty. This is foolishness."

"The king's madness lies in his reputation. I heal the sufferings of the people in the world. The king is afraid of the bad reputation of repaying kindness with revenge, and is willing to give up the opportunity to become the king of the world. You are also a foolish person."

The king put his hands on his hands and laughed: "What a man of the Three Idiots in the World. He can talk to everyone in the world with just a few words."

The Peacock King sighed: "Everyone in the world is like me. They are lustful, greedy for profit, admiring fame, constantly obsessed with it, and unwilling to let go." After saying this, he did not look back, flapped his wings and flew away.

The Buddha of later generations believed that there are three idiots in the world: those who are lustful, those who are greedy for money, and those who seek fame.

Those who practice Taoism should know: "The Tao can only be achieved when the six roots are pure. Looking back is actually moving forward. If you can't get rid of the three delusions, you can't get rid of the troubles!"

Having said this, Lao Shang looked at Li Xiuyuan and said quietly: "You have seen all the three idiots in the world along the way, and you yourself grew old overnight because of the three idiots."

Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "I am a white-headed singer, so why are I three idiots?"

The old monk shook his head and said with a smile: "It has no color, sound, fragrance, and touches the law. If you are crazy about the piano, you have also been poisoned by the second of the three poisons."

"Fortunately, you finally put down the Five Realms Dynasty and parked this big ship by the river without carrying him to Tianshan to practice. Otherwise, why would you follow the Tao after hearing it?"

In the eyes of the old monk, the Li Xiuyuan in front of him was a dual person. On the one hand, he had let go of all the past in the world, and on the other hand, he still remembered his relatives above the nine heavens.

Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied leisurely: "I seem to have let go a little, but..."

"Just why? Tell me about it?" The old monk became interested, looked at him and asked with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan sighed: "It's just that I'm afraid that one day when I go to another world, the juniors will have to start over again and shoulder more responsibilities."

The old monk finally froze this time, thinking that it would be good for you. While he was thinking about putting it down, he was also thinking about carrying the heavier thing.

He somewhat understood why the old Taoist priest wanted Li Xiuyuan to return here and become a mortal.

Li Xiuyuan, who has endless fate, seems to have no choice but to peel off the cocoon and practice step by step.

Thinking of this, the old monk couldn't help but muttered: "You have too many thoughts and are not as simple as the scholars in Kangchuan City. Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his hand holding the kettle and thought to himself, what do you mean when you mention Wu Xin to me at this time?

He sighed, added some snow water to it, and put it on the stove.

Then he smiled bitterly and said: "He drank the Forgetting Soul Soup I cooked, and there is no longer a memory of the Three Lives and Three Lives in his dream that cannot be shaken off. I don't know how much soup I drank, but I just can't forget it!"

The old monk was startled. This was something he had not thought of.

It was like poison to the world, and the soul-forgetting soup that could leave the past behind was of no use to Li Xiuyuan.

"Even if a hundred years of wind and rain blow on the Forgotten River Bridge, and a hundred years of brewing the Forgotten Soul Soup, and soaking myself in that soup, I still can't forget the past one by one."

Leisurely, Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to catch an apricot blossom that floated in the wind, and said with a smile: "So what if I brew the brew of life, dreams and death, won't I still remember it?"

…

In the spring of this year, the old monk accompanied Li Xiuyuan to see a mountain of flowers, and the two of them worked together to brew dozens of jars of spiritual wine.

The flowers are apricot flowers from Tianshan Mountain, and the spiritual rice is grown by Li Xiuyuan himself on Tianshan Mountain.

Some of the elixirs come from the Tianshan Mountains, some from the prehistoric era of ancient times, some from the Xuanwu Continent, and some old monks bring out elixirs that come from nowhere.

The two of them looked at the results in front of them, and Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but said in a daze: "It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, but the spiritual wine I brewed this time will last ten years, or even longer."

The old monk looked at him and smiled lightly: "What about next year, the year after next?"

Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied seriously: "No more brewing. I want to chant sutras here and recite sutras to the sentient beings in Tianshan Mountain, so that more sentient beings here can hear the sounds of heaven and earth."

The old monk sighed again after hearing this, looked at him and asked: "What unfulfilled wishes do you have for the Five Realms Dynasty?"

"I still want to visit the grasslands of southern Xinjiang, even though my brother has left this world forever."

Thinking of Yelu Qi, Li Xiuyuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, like apricot blossoms blooming in the mountains, instantly turning his white shirt red.

"You idiot, you let go of the sky and the earth here, but you can't let go of the dead people."

As he spoke, the old monk waved his hand, blowing up a breeze, and the two of them instantly left the Apricot Blossom Valley and headed down the mountain.

The moment the two people left, the wooden houses above and below the stone flat were seen turning into ashes as the breeze blew by.

Another gust of wind passed by, and the original wooden house turned into a stone house made of black jade like a Tianshan temple.

…

The spring breeze in March is like scissors, which is said to be the top of Tianshan Mountain.

At present, in southern Xinjiang, the spring breeze is blowing through all living things. On Liliyuan, after a night of wind and rain, the green grass sprouts like wildfire and grows upward like crazy.

Yelu Chucai, who had lost his eldest son and had his daughter married far away, sat alone in the big tent, staring blankly at the bowl of breeze on the table, tears falling quietly.

Yuezhi and Yeluyan from the Imperial City sent a letter telling him that Yelu Jimin was three years old and could call him grandpa.

And Yelu Mingzhu has already gone to Tianshan Mountain with the Imperial Master, and she is probably the sweet daughter of heaven in the five regions.

This was a great happy event for him, but it made him unable to hold back his tears. If Yeluqi was still here, he would definitely be as happy as him.
To be continued...