After Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun left with swordsmanship.

Uncle Chenbei looked at the two of them with sighs and felt very moved.

He was sighing that time was like water, and there was no trace of it.

But the uncle didn't sigh for too long.

In sixty years, he has seen too many things in the peddler class.

Whether it is a young talent or a mediocre junior.

Too many, too many, too many.

Mr. Chenbei hummed a small song, easily lifted the shoulder pole that Yi Lin fell down and prepared to go up the mountain.

At this point, the morning light shone, and the remaining mail disciples had no idea that another disciple left the mail servant class, washed, ate, and prepared a day's work.

It was at this moment.

Suddenly,

Everything is silent.

Except for Uncle Chenbei, all the serious disciples stopped strangely and moved.

They were motionless, their eyes, breathing, and heartbeat were all strangely still, like sculptures.

A woman with white hair as white as a waterfall and a phoenix-headed jade hairpin was inserted into her bun, standing behind Mr. Chenbei at some point.

Uncle Chenbei paused his movements, slowly lowered the shoulder pole, turned around, and looked at the woman who appeared behind him.

The woman had a tulle face and couldn't see her face clearly. But in those eyes, there seemed to be sun, moon, stars, and divine light.

Uncle Chenbei looked at it for a moment and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you here?"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The woman's tone was calm.

"Hey," Mr. Chenbei chuckled: "As the saying goes, youth is fleeting and appearance is growing faster, but I still look beautiful like a flower when I look at you. I am very jealous."

The woman was wearing a plain white Taoist robe. When she heard this, her eyes did not sway, but she slowly raised her hand. As the woman raised her hand, the fair and delicate skin on the back of her hand actually wrinkled and lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed as if in these few short breaths, the woman was washed away by the torrent of time again and grew old quickly.

But this strange scene did not last long. The woman's old skin disappeared in an instant and returned to her youth. The woman whispered: "If the senior brother is willing, the junior sister is willing to face it in a posture of aging."

When Mr. Chenbei heard this, he shook his head quickly: "Forget it, it's better to be young."

The woman gently lowered her hand.

The two were silent.

The atmosphere was awkward.

When Mr. Chenbei wanted to say something to relieve the embarrassment, the woman said again: "The junior sister is looking for someone to inherit the master's mantra."

"The person you like is Chao Rushuang?"

"yes."

"That baby is pretty good, but it's a bit bad."

"How about Lin Yi?"

"He has a very high understanding, good character, and poor qualifications. He is a good seedling." Mr. Chenbei grinned and said, "But what I can't see through most is that he seems to have a short life, not like a monk who can prolong his life, how weird."

The woman nodded, as if she was just asking "Lin Yi" casually and didn't take it too seriously.

After saying that, the woman turned around and wanted to leave.

Chen Bei asked again: "Do you want to take Lin Yi?"

The woman stopped, her veil floated up, revealing the corners of her plump lips.

"You know, I won't accept male disciples."

Chen Bei hesitated for a moment, but still said in his heart: "But because of him?"

"Senior brother knows, why bother asking?"

"Obstinence."

Chen Bei sighed lightly.

"It is this obsession that makes the junior sister live to the present."

"But this obsession will eventually kill you."

"For five thousand years, after the Seventh Quarter Empress, no one can break through the ninth level of heaven. If you let go of your obsession, you can make your junior sister live for three or two hundred years, it would be better if you don't let go of this obsession."

"stubborn."

"Thank you."

“…”

The woman is gone.

This seems to be really just reminiscing about the past.

The next time we meet, maybe another 60 years later.

After the woman left, Chenbei carried the shoulder pole again, carried two empty wooden barrels, and walked up the mountain along the way.

Chen Bei seemed to be in a good mood today, humming songs while climbing the mountain.

If Yi Lin is here, you will find that the humming in Chen Bei's mouth is clearly a minor tune that Yi Lin usually hums, with the flavor of modern pop songs.

Songs like "Let that girl go", "Love is a gust of wind", "It makes me cry all night".

As he hummed, a fog appeared in the forest and hit Chen Bei's face, condensed into dewdrops, and slid down the folds on his face.

If you don't understand why, you might think that the old man is crying.

Or...he's really crying.

"It's not just you who are obsessed with it."

The bamboo forest in the fog and the path by the stream flow out of melancholy sighs.

Until the woman and Chen Bei left separately.

The other mail disciples in front of the mail room have another movement.

It was as if the sculpture had come alive and regained its vitality.

They knew nothing about the conversation that had just happened.

...

...

Here, everyone seems to have a story.

Some stories are like a bowl of tea.

Some stories are like a pool of strong wine.

The story of Jian Nanchun is a bit a little bit high.

Yi Lin and Jian Nanchun fly in the sky.

After half a year, Jian Nanchun was afraid that Yi Lin would forget it, so he whispered: "My junior brother, for the sake of my senior brother, don't forget our agreement."

It would be fine if Jian Nanchun didn't speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yi Lin couldn't help but take out the "Jiannanchun No. 2" that had no time to carve a few more swords.

Yi Lin felt a little angry.

You left me in the chores for half a year and went to have a happy life by yourself. If I don’t bother you, you will be lucky. How dare you make an "agreement"?

Brother Chun, you are shameless?

Yi Lin said silently.

Jian Nanchun noticed that Yi Lin had a knot in his heart, so he took advantage of the opportunity to explain: "Young Brother Lin, you don't know anything. You officially entered the Tianjian Gate and went to the choreograph for three or five or seven years, but every disciple has the process."

"The same to you?"

"Of course." Jian Nanchun laughed: "Do you know Chen Bei?"

"know."

"Senior brother, I, when I was in the chores, he was already there. Twenty years have passed, and he is still there, do you understand?"

"Forget it." Yi Lin decided not to bother with this guy too much for the time being... he didn't have time. He asked about Xia Xiaoman casually.

Speaking of which, Yi Lin did not care about the eldest princess, but about the imperial seal in the eldest princess' pocket. That was a major event that concerns his life and death in this world.

"You said Junior Sister Xia..."

When he was outside, Jian Nanchun was not happy, but when he got inside, he whispered "junior sister" and "junior brother" very easily.
To be continued...