The distant mountains are like Dai, the river is hanging, and the sky is falling. A simple Taoist temple stands on the hillside. The waterfall flies down from the side, and the fine water drops reflect a beautiful rainbow in the sun.

"From then on, you will be the disciple of Qingxu sect. I give you the title of Xuming.

Qingxuzong practised the method of forgetting love, without sorrow, happiness, worry, anger and resentment. Only when the mind is as still as water can we build a great road. Remember, remember. " An old man with a clear and hale face said faintly, with a calm look and no waves in the ancient well. He could not see the turbulence in his mind.

"It's master. I remember." The little boy bowed down respectfully.

"Boom..." the picture suddenly changed again.

The earth moved and the mountains rocked, and the towering mountains collapsed, rolling up the dust all over the sky.

"Ah..." there was a scream in the valley.

It was an ancient village, similar to the one Gu Fenghua had seen engulfed by mountain torrents.

At this time, with the vibration of the earth, one by one made of stone, the house is not so strong also collapsed.

Some people escaped the disaster and escaped from the village just before the disaster. However, more people were crushed in the ruins. Their broken bones pierced their bodies, revealing their white bones. In the pain, they screamed bitterly.

"Come on, help!" In the middle of the sky, a man and a woman stop, and the woman screams and flies towards the village not far away.

But soon, she stopped again and looked at her companion suspiciously: "what are you still doing?"

"Why save it?" The young man asked indifferently.

His face is pretty, but there is a scar slanting across his forehead. Although it is an old wound many years ago, it has been very light, but it also adds a bit of Yingting and coldness to his pretty face.

"Why don't you save them? Are you watching them die like this?" The female sword eyebrow one picks, angrily asks a way.

"Reincarnation of life and death is the way of heaven and earth. What does it have to do with me if they live or die?" The young man said faintly.

"I didn't expect that you would be such a person?" The woman shook her head with deep disappointment in her eyes.

But the young man turned a blind eye, still calm.

"Well, if you don't help me, I will." The woman stamped her foot heavily and flew down.

The young man is still indifferent, only after she left, looking at her graceful back, eyes flash a moment of confusion.

At this moment, the rushing torrents, the engulfed villages, and the ordinary but full of love and reluctant face pet reappear in his mind, and also in Gu Fenghua's mind.

But soon, he repressed the long memory in his heart.

"Only when the Supreme Master forgets his feelings, has no sorrow, no joy, no worry, no anger, no resentment, and his heart is as still as water, can he achieve the supreme Xuantong." The young man whispered to himself, turned and left.

……

"Xuming, this is the lotus seed soup I made myself. Try it." The picture changes again. A girl with a sweet face and two dimples on her face appears in front of her.

"Thank you, elder martial sister Xin'er. I'm not hungry." In front of the window, a young man with a pretty face, about fifteen or sixteen years old, looked away from the ancient books in his hand, looked at the girl and said faintly.

The dusk of the sun from the window between the trees, is shining on his brow slanting scar above, for him to add a bit of this age should not have some quiet.

Eh, they have grown up just now. How come they grow back. Gu Fenghua looked at the familiar scar, a little confused.