Chapter 147 (1/2)

The city Lord of Song Dynasty and Li Fulin drank the wine from the street, ate some cold soy sauce and then left.

If it wasn't for the master, Xiaodong couldn't believe that this was the famous city Lord.

Look at the style Very easygoing, very ordinary person.

In short, it is quite different from the ”city Lord” in Xiaodong's imagination.

Xiaodong didn't see many great figures among the monks. But he had seen ordinary civil officials. Those high-ranking officials who went out in front of and behind, with extraordinary style, seldom even spoke. It seemed that their identities would be ruined if they spoke casually.

But master, these old friends are not the same.

Whether it was Liu Zhenren at the beginning, Hu Zhenren of Tianji mountain, or the famous city Lord of Song Dynasty, they were not arrogant and easy to speak.

When the city Lord of the Song Dynasty left, Xiaodong was worried. What should he do with his old wounds? Is there a way to cure it?

I heard from the masters that the old injury of the city Lord of Song Dynasty recurred and was very serious. Even the city master could not continue to be the city Lord. Although he didn't look ill just now, Xiaodong still thought about it.

”It's not easy to cure.” Li Fulin touched his head: ”it can't be cured. If they can be cured, they will be cured when they are injured. This injury has always been suppressed. It has been hidden for many years, but now it can't be suppressed. ”

So, will the city Lord of song die?

Although he only met once and didn't say much, Xiaodong thinks that the city Lord of Song Dynasty is very good and should not be so short-lived.

He didn't ask, but Li Fulin understood the meaning clearly in his eyes.

The little apprentice's eyes made people feel empty.

He did not want to coax him, can only say: ”life is OK temporarily.”

No problem for the time being?

That is to say, after all, it is only in the morning and in the evening.

Xiaodong's small face suddenly showed a sad look.

Li Fulin thought for a moment and asked Xiaodong to sit down and bring a small dish of Pickled fruit.

”Come, eat, eat.”

Xiaodong is a little depressed.

Master treats him as a child and always coaxes him with food.

He is no longer small.

But what Li Fulin said next was not to the children.

”Xiaodong, you've been a beginner for two years. Shifu is lazy on weekdays, and he's not on the mountain. He hasn't taught you much. That's why he's incompetent.”

Xiaodong wants to speak, Li Fulin waves to him.

”It's a long way to build a road. Ordinary people have only a few decades to live, but those who practice Taoism can easily live through a hundred years. Short and short, this road to heaven, few people can finish. On this road, now master and elder martial brother are going forward with you. But you should understand that this road may not come to the end for all of us. Some people will leave first and others can go for a long time. No matter short, as long as you don't feel timid or regret, you won't go for nothing. ”

Xiaodong doesn't understand.

Li Fulin has pity in his eyes.

The little apprentice's heart is soft and pure, but the road of cultivation is full of thorns. The softer the heart is, the easier it is to be hurt. Many monks with outstanding talent have passed all kinds of difficulties, but they fall on the pass of heart demons.

However, this road, the master can not protect them for a long time, let alone make decisions for them, go forward for them.

Looking at the young apprentice's appearance, he thought that he would also encounter all kinds of stumbling and stumbling in the future. Li Fulin felt a faint pain in his heart.

Young people will not understand the vicissitudes of his sigh.

Li Fulin thought that when he was a teacher, he knelt down to listen to his teacher's admonition. At that time, the master looked at him with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

At that time, he did not understand why master was still sad when he was happy.

Now he understands.

Master saw more and learned more. He was happy and worried about his future.

If Xiaodong were a little more dull and cold hearted, perhaps Li Fulin would be at ease.

”The old wound of the city Lord of Song Dynasty is the old creation left by the war of killing demons. Even though he has suffered a lot from the injury for so many years, he does not regret what happened at that time. If he did it again, he would have made the same choice he had made. You don't have to worry too much about him. He has the power to protect himself. If he leaves Beifu City, he will live a more comfortable life. Maybe his injury will get better. ”

This is obviously wishful thinking.

But Xiaodong also hopes that what master said will come true.

At noon, Xiao Dong's appetite did not decrease, and Mo Chen and Jiang Fan both quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that younger martial brother still thinks it through.

There was a guest in the morning. Although his identity was different, most of his disciples didn't know who was coming, so they didn't pay attention to it.

But I didn't expect another guest after noon.