In the deep spring, all kinds of trees are stretching their waist branches and exuding green leaves. Dongyi City is adjacent to the seaside, and the wet sea breeze blows day and night, making spring here come earlier and faster than elsewhere, and the period of spring is also longer.

I don’t know how many years this big green tree in the suburbs has grown here. The trunk is tall and without the intention of thorning the sky. Tens of thousands of colorful green leaves are gathered into a large umbrella at the canopy, which looks particularly beautiful and compassionate, blocking the sun in the sky, sprinkling a shadow, covering the people entering and leaving the city.

The tree is too big, with a few acres of land in the shadows, and many pedestrians are resting under the tree. Under the tree are the skeletons with protruding earth, just like a thick dragon body, calm and solid. The little emperor Fan Xian and the other two were resting next to these tree roots. This strange combination did not attract the attention of passers-by, probably because there have been many strange people in Dongyi City.

Fan Xian sat on the roots of the tree, feeling the shade under his buttocks. He didn't know what kind of tree this big tree was behind him, and he was too lazy to find the roots. He just lowered his head to search for ants or feces that carried feces in the roots, but he didn't find anything.

"How old was she at that time?"

"Five and six years old? Seven and eight years old?" Sigu Jian sat in a wheelchair, frowned, and thought for a long time. It seemed that his memory became a little blurred because of the age of time. He spitted a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and said, "Anyway, it's just a little girl."

"How old were you at that time?"

"It should be a teenager?" Sigu Jian scratched his head and said, "You know my mind has never been very good, and I can't remember such complex questions."

"I don't think my age is a complicated issue."

"Genius is always different from everyone in some aspects." Sigu Jian obviously didn't care about Fan Xian's sarcasm and said sneered.

"The other side of genius is an idiot." Fan Xian glanced at him lazily and said, "Of course, everyone in the world knows that you were an idiot when you were a kid."

Sigu Jian didn't say anything, but he was just looking at it with Fan Xian, trying to find some shadows of the past from the gap beside the tree roots.

The little emperor Zhan Doudou stood aside indifferently, watching the old and the young, and felt a little dissatisfied. The three of them walked here. They were still calm all the way. According to the secular theory of Taoism, the identity of the little emperor is naturally the most noble, but it is obvious that neither Sigu Jian nor Fan Xian cares much about this.

Sigu Jian and Fan Xian seemed to have been interested in finding the ants, staying under the green tree, and there seemed to be no intention to leave. The little emperor frowned slightly. Thinking that the ministers outside the sword hut were afraid that they were still worried about themselves, and they didn't know what would happen next, and they were worried about whether the two old and young would reveal their life gates. They felt a little worried and said softly: "Miss Ye is no longer here. If you watch them for another three years, you can't expect her to live again."

This sentence seemed to be a statement of something, but it also had a bit of a heart-wrenching thought. The little emperor's wisdom and reaction speed were most fully reflected at this moment. In the sword hut, Sigujian just briefly mentioned the matter of persuading Fan Xian to rebel, and she caught some vague clues, and tried to point out a sentence here.

"Your mother and Wuzhu are the first friends I met in my life." Sigu Jian suddenly said seriously: "Although the place I live is awful and I can't even bring out a cup of tea. But they didn't look down on me and went with me."

"Maybe because I was an idiot at the time, I didn't think there was any problem with this. But it was obvious that many people in the City Lord's Mansion thought there was something wrong with it. It was impossible to accept two people of unknown origins living in the Mansion, especially living with the Idiot Master. So a few days later, Ye Zi and Wu Zhu left the City Lord's Mansion, and I didn't care. Anyway, during the day, I had to go out to see the ants, and I just went to the rented houses of the two of them to have fun."

"This is the first time I know that you have had such a relationship with your mother, Uncle Wuzhu."

Sigu Jian squeezed his eyebrows and said coldly: "Did Wuzhu never mention anything about Dongyi City to you?"

"No." Fan Xian sat on the root of the tree, took a thin tree branch, unconsciously teased the soil, and replied: "Uncle's memory became much worse later."

"Oh. Wu Zhu, this kid, has a worse memory?" Sigu Jian suddenly laughed, "Isn't that similar to the idiot I used to be?"

Fan Xian glared at him, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, asking, "Do you know... where did my mother and Wu Zhu... come from?"

This was something that has troubled him for more than ten years. Although I could vaguely guess it, and in the cliffs of the West Mountain outside the capital, Sean also mentioned some before his death. However, the old man Sean's narrative before his death only explained the origin of his mother, but did not mention Uncle Wu Zhu.

In Sean's narration, he and Kuhe worked hard for thousands of miles, entered the outer periphery of the temple, and then saw Ye Qingmei. They rescued Ye Qingmei and left the temple, but were separated halfway. Ye Qingmei was only four years old at that time, and it was two years or even longer before Sigujian saw her in Dongyi City.

What was Ye Qingmei doing during this period of time? How did Uncle Wu Zhu come to her?

In Sean's memory, he once mentioned that Ye Qingmei seemed to be deeply worried about someone in the temple and couldn't let go, so he left without any hesitation. Is that person... Wu Zhu Uncle?

Hearing Fan Xian’s question, Sigu Jian suddenly became extremely quiet. After a while, he said quietly: "At that time, I naturally couldn’t know where they came from and where they were going... but then I naturally knew it slowly."

He turned his head slightly, stared at Fan Xian with his bottomless quiet eyes, and said, "Don't you know where Wu Zhu came from?"

Fan Xian lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Uncle Wuzhu is a monster. Uncle Wuzhu will not grow old. Uncle Wuzhu does not have internal skills. Uncle Wuzhu is very good and very powerful. So Uncle Wuzhu... He smiled bitterly and said, "Even if Uncle Wuzhu came out of the temple, where is my mother?"

"Nonsense, the blind man is all messengers in the temple. Your mother is his master, and of course the fairy in the temple. Otherwise, she alone would have caused so many troubles in this world?" Sigu Jian cursed in annoyance, as if he thought Fan Xian's problem was really redundant.

However, Fan Xian did not have any unnecessary thoughts. He smiled bitterly and thought, his mother Ye Qingmei, obviously, like himself, has a soul that does not belong to this world, and what kind of relationship can it have with the temple?

Fan Xian and Sigu Jian said with great enthusiasm, but the sigh of memories was naturally tied together, and did not affect anyone under the big tree at all. However, the little emperor of Northern Qi kept standing beside the two of them, listening quietly to all this, and her face gradually turned pale, and her hands in her sleeves trembled.

She didn't expect that under this big tree, she could hear such a shocking secret. She finally understood why a young man like Fan Xian had been incredible to the world since the beginning of his life. He dared to be so disdainful of a land emperor on earth, dared to sit on the same table with a grand master like Sigujian, and dared to speak arrogantly about the world. He tried to control everything in his hands.

The little emperor knew that Fan Xian's mother was Ye Qingmei, and he also vaguely knew that there was a blind master behind him. But until today, she realized that the young lady of the Ye family and the blind master had an indescribable relationship with the temple.

What is the temple? It is a god floating on the clouds of the nine heavens, staring at the sufferings of the world indifferently, but there is no movement at all. It is a god that transcends the will of ordinary people and is the guardian of the legendary earth. However, no one knows where the temple is and what it is, except that Master Kuhe has seen the temple with his own eyes.

Kuhe kowtowed in front of the temple for three days and achieved a master's ability. Under the big green tree, the young lady of the Ye family met Sigujian. Sigujian changed from an older idiot who had runny nose to a generation of powerful people with unparalleled sword skills in the world, such as the Emperor of Qing Kingdom...

The little emperor's short eyelashes were shaking uncontrollably. From the beginning of the Great Wei Dynasty to the present, everyone in the world wanted to see the appearance of the temple with their own eyes and to find the shadow of heaven and earth from the vain. Didn't the Emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty send thousands of people to go north to find the temple in order to live for immortality?

It turned out that behind Fan Xian, there was a shadow of a temple. The little emperor of Northern Qi looked at Fan Xian's silhouette. He was extremely shocked and complicated.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "I should know a little about what happened later. After living in Dongyi City for a few years, my mother started doing business, which led to the later Ye family and the current Nanqing Neiku."

"Nothing can develop so easily." Sigu Jian raised his only remaining arm and raised a finger. "Even if Ye Qingmei is a god, she has no choice. She needs help from doing everything she had done back then without any help."

Fan Xian frowned, looked at Sigu Jian and said, "You?"

"It's me." Sigu Jian said coldly: "Although I am an idiot, I am the young master in the City Lord's Mansion after all. As long as I control the City Lord's Mansion, the Ye family's business name will naturally be able to travel in Dongyi City."

"I understand." Fan Xian lowered his head and said, "A chance encounter under the big green tree is not necessarily an accidental encounter. In other words, she knew the situation in the city before entering Dongyi City, so she chose you."

"No, encountering is encountering by chance." Sigu Jian said coldly: "At least I insist on thinking that if she is looking for a partner, there are too many people who are better than me. The things in her mind are enough to attract countless wealth, and the existence of the blind man can ensure that she has no real enemies in this world."

"What were you doing in the years before doing business?" Fan Xian did not argue about this issue.

"I continued to watch the ants, then practice swords, and then one day, Fei Jie's old poison came." Sigu Jian yawned, as if his long memories really made him feel troubled.

"Oh, the master said that the most glorious thing in his life was to turn an idiot in the mainland of Dongyi City into a great master." Fan Xian smiled.

Sigu Jian laughed: "I'm just thinking about things in my mind, and I'm not really an idiot. What does it have to do with Fei Jie when I become a monster like the Grand Master?"

Fan Xian smiled and said with a smile: "Of course it has something to do with my mother."

Sigu Jian was silent for a moment and laughed: "Your mother can pass on the martial arts of Tianyi Dao to Ku He, and of course she can pass on the sword technique to me... However, I am a genius, and your mother's sword technique is useless. The real usefulness is what I learned later."

"Well, you seem to be more narcissistic than I thought." Fan Xian shrugged, but knew that the great master was telling the truth. Even if the Four Gu Sword Technique was one of the skills that Ye Qingmei stole from the temple back then, he could cultivate the realm of a master with the posture of a mortal. He was not a great genius, great perseverance, and great luck. He was not enough to achieve it.

"There are many kinds of meanings of genius." Sigu Jian's eyelids drooped, as if they could close them at any time and could never be opened. "Your mother once said that my genius lies in concentration and indifference."

"A person who can watch ant move home for ten years can not find any land." Sigu Jian said hoarsely: "An idiot who killed tens of thousands of ants with thin wooden branches is even more difficult to find. I am lucky. When I met your mother and Wuzhu, my mother was lucky, and I met me in Dongyi City."

Fan Xian couldn't speak for a long time, and secretly savored this sentence. He thought that decades ago, there were many genius figures on the continent. Those who were as persevering as a bitter lotus, those who were as stupid as a sword, and those who were as silly as his majesty, all appeared at that time. Then Ye Qingmei and Uncle Wu Zhu escaped from the temple and met these figures.

No matter the realm, no matter luck, just talent and will, in this world, no one can compare with those strong men who have not become great masters back then. Haitang is not good, her master dares to eat human flesh, Fan Xian is not good, his emperor can endure the supreme pain and despair of the broken meridians, and Wang Shisanlang is not good, and his sword saint does not take human life seriously at all. Contemporary young people have their own shortcomings and are not good, and this gap is not good. I don’t know how many years and how many bumps it will take to make up for, and then I can touch the layer of paper between heaven and man, and finally jump over and become a real master.

"Everything is fate." Fan Xian sighed as he looked at Sigu Jian.

Sigu Jian looked at Fan Xian with a strange expression and said, "Do you want to learn? Just tell me if you want to learn."

Fan Xian's heart was shaking, knowing that the sword saint was about to pass on him at this time. A bitter smile appeared on his face. He said softly: "I think you should have known it, I already know it."

Sigu Jian said coldly: "I'm talking about the real Sigu Jian."

Fan Xian was shocked. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly spoke, "Actually, there is no difference. The key is that people. Our generation of young people still cannot match your generation. Of course, this gap may gradually narrow, but even if you move everything in the temple to me, what can I do if I practice it?"

He felt infinitely in his heart. The skills that his mother stole from the temple seemed to have been passed on to these great masters. Except for Ye Liuyun Di Liuyun, some of whom were unclear in the origin, the others had been proven sufficiently.

Outside the temple, Ku He paid the price of serious injury and rescued Ye Qingmei, who was only four years old at the time, and then obtained the price from Ye Qingmei, which was the supreme method of Tianyidao today.

Although the sword technique of Sigujian was learned by himself with excellent spiritual energy and ignorant energy, it was obvious that if there was no chance encounter under the big green tree, the idiot would be an idiot after all and could not be inspired. How could he jump into the layer and advance?

As for the yellow booklets that have been following Fan Xian, the first volume is domineering, and the second volume is kingly way. After twenty years of follow-up, he naturally understands that this was left to the emperor by his mother, and then the emperor did not know how to leave it to himself through Wuzhudi's hand.

It was the domineering skill that made Fan Xian feel a sense of frustration in his heart, and he could not enter the realm of kingly path. He also learned the true qi method of Tianyi Dao, and there was no qualitative help. Even if the Sigu Sword really passed on to him today, what help would it be?

The remains of Ye Qingmei scattered in this world have been gradually picked up by Fan Xian. It seems that one more item is useless.

"Ye Qingmei grew into a towering tree in Dongyi City, and I relied on the ground sword in my hand to gain status in the inner city of Dongyi City and became her partner to catch insects next to her big tree." Sigu Jian closed his eyes slightly and said softly: "If you can't practice, you have to continue practicing. If a tree wants to grow, it's not so easy."
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