"Beauty fades in the blink of an eye, and splendor dies in an instant. Who in this world is immortal? No matter how beautiful and charming one is, in the end, he is nothing but a pile of dust."

Ye Yang was filled with emotion. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Li Xiucai took out a jar of wine from behind and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Ye Yang looked at the jar of wine in his hand in confusion.

"I'm afraid this is the last time I come here to drink."

He said calmly.

Ye Yang was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Mr. Li is already very old, looking unrecognizable.

He was probably aware that something was not right and was worried that he didn't have many years left to live.

"I want to go see Jin Xiaoyi."

He suddenly spoke.

We have known each other for many years and met in a teahouse. Now I hear that my old friend has passed away. I always feel an indescribable emotion.

At the beginning, Jin Xiaoyi set a great ambition and was determined to become an immortal. He wanted to emulate Ye Yang, who was an expert in both swordsmanship and knives, and become famous throughout the world.

However, he did not expect that after joining the Zishan Gang, instead of making any further progress, he ended up with an uncertain life and death.

"Life is like a passing cloud, and everything will eventually disappear."

The two of them sat in the backyard, the breeze blew, and yellow leaves covered the ground.

Ye Yang picked up the wine bowl, faced the ginkgo tree in the yard, looked at the falling yellow leaves, and took a sip.

He seldom drinks, but the wine that Li Xiucai brought was quite good, with a slight fragrance and a hint of fresh grass when tasted carefully.

He was a little tipsy tonight.

This wine has a strong aroma and delicious taste. It is slightly spicy in the throat and has a long aftertaste.

The two of them talked about everything under the sun, which seemed to make people forget many worries and understand many truths.

"What's the name of this wine?"

"I don't know, but your tea is called Fu Sheng, and I think this wine can also be called Fu Sheng."

Li Xiucai spoke lightly.

"Fusheng?" Ye Yang was slightly stunned when he heard the name, and then he smiled.

"What a good name, floating life, floating life. If life is like a dream, everything is a beautiful thing."

"You are right. If tea can be called floating life, then wine can naturally be called floating life as well."

After saying this, Ye Yang took another sip of wine and felt himself relaxed all over, all his fatigue disappeared.

They drank until the moon was at its highest point in the sky, and only then did they stop.

As for Li Xiucai, he became drunk with a smile, then fell asleep under the ginkgo tree.

He waited until dawn before he stood up.

"Shopkeeper, I will teach you this friend."

"You are not an ordinary person."

He laughed because he was drunk.

In fact, in the Wang family in the south of the city, although Wang Huan and his son were worried about disturbing Ye Yang, they never revealed any information about Ye Yang.

However, Wang Huan and his son were such important figures, and Master Jing'an from Hongchun Temple came to drink tea every day without fail. As a guest of the Wang family, he naturally had to make inquiries from various sources.

But those people were very secretive about him and refused to say more.

This made him even more certain that this shopkeeper was extraordinary.

At this moment, being slightly drunk, he looked at the person in front of him and saw that he was just an ordinary old man with white hair.

There are so many wrinkles on the hands that I can't figure out what makes them so extraordinary.

"Where does the extraordinary come from?"

Ye Yang shook his head slightly, not wanting to discuss this matter any further.

The old scholar was anxious and wanted to say something several times, but he stopped himself. In the end, he could only clench his fists. However, knowing that Ye Yang didn't want to say more, he could only keep silent.

Since this incident, Li Xiucai's health has deteriorated, and he has gradually become too old to walk.

But he still came here as usual, ordered a big bowl of tea, savoured it quietly, and after drinking it, he walked out tremblingly on crutches.

Whenever I talk about the past, I always sigh.

A few months later, Li Xiucai passed away quietly one morning.

His face was peaceful, as if he was just asleep.

Ye Yang took care of his funeral arrangements, his heart filled with respect and nostalgia for this old friend.

“People are born, grow old, get sick and die. Death is the inevitable destination for everyone.”

Ye Yang looked at Li Xiucai's body ravaged by time, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

All elegance will always be washed away by the wind and rain, no matter how elegant, charming and talented Mr. Li was in the past.

But now, he can only lie quietly in the coffin, for people to pay their respects.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, these four words are like a ruthless knife, cutting life into pieces.

People often say that life is a journey, but this journey is destined to have no turning back.

Even an immortal cannot predict tomorrow and accidents, nor can he prevent the years from leaving marks on his body.

If he had not started practicing, he would probably be staggering and have a head full of white hair by now.

Perhaps, as the ancients said, life is like a dream and dreams are like life.

All experiences are actually just passing clouds, fleeting.

However, it is these brief moments that make up a person's life and allow people to interpret it to their heart's content.

……

Time flies, and before I knew it, another year has passed.

That night, Ye Yang recalled his past.

He awakened his innate wisdom at a young age and practiced diligently. Although he was not particularly talented, he was sensible and hardworking.

Day after day, year after year, while his peers were playing, he continued to practice diligently.

On the road of his childhood, he sweated profusely, and his figure remained the same from the blooming flowers in spring to the flying snow in winter.

Even though his palms were already covered with thick calluses from swinging the knife, his eyes became more determined.

Because he knew that for a cultivator of average aptitude like himself, every time of practice was a tempering of his mind, and every drop of sweat was a step towards the path of enlightenment.

If you give up on yourself, then it's really over.

At the age of twenty, he carried the Red Flame Flying Crow Gourd and entered the Zhang family of Chazi, starting his eventful life.

It was also in that year that he awakened his true self as the Sword Demon Ape, and his life trajectory changed dramatically.

At the age of thirty, he made many plans to break into the realm of warriors and enter the realm of immortality. He took the marrow-cleansing fruit to further improve his qualifications and shine.

It was also in that year that because of his outstanding performance, he was assassinated by the Five Poison Sect and Tian Dao Song Que, his spine was broken, and he ended up in the Jiang family.

Fortunately, he was rescued and came back to life. From then on, he devoted himself to spiritual practice, kept a low profile, and passed the weakest period of his life.

That period was full of unknowns and dangers, but it was also the most important stage in his life. He knew when to advance and when to retreat, and he could conceal his shortcomings.

Without that experience, he would never have been where he is today.

At the age of 38, his strength improved by leaps and bounds. He used swordsmanship to kill the Blood Dragon Ghost Ao, the Sick Scholar Zhu Xingyu, and the Crescent Moon Evil Spear Yang Tie, and ranked 124th on the Hidden Dragon List.

At the age of forty-seven, when he was about to reach the age of fifty, he had a fierce battle with Yiqi Changqiu Dao Xinghe. From then on, he became famous throughout the world and was ranked second on the Hidden Dragon List.

When I was fifty, I had some epiphany and traveled the world as an ordinary person. In a teahouse, with a bowl of strong tea, my heart became one with the world.

At the age of fifty-six, he was accompanied by a scaly demon elephant.

With his warrior realm body, he defeated two powerful real person realm masters, Red Haired Ghost Commander and Blood-Robed Marquis. He raised his sword and shocked the world, forcing the Dayun Dynasty's Zhuxian Army to not dare to go any further.

The Hidden Dragon Ranking was updated, and he became the top of the list. Everyone who heard about it was extremely shocked.

And today.

He had just reached the age of sixty; he was already sixty years old.

Time flies, and it is inevitable to encounter many storms and challenges in life, but it is these experiences that shaped his growth.

Let him learn how to persist and let go.

Looking back on the past, his sixty years of spiritual practice were full of hardships, but they also allowed him to find his true self and acquire the most precious wealth in his life.

Looking back on his eventful life, Ye Yang's heart was filled with emotion.

The once passionate young man is now a white-haired old man.

If he were in this mortal world, he would have reached the end of his life by now.

Those youthful ambitions seem to have become blurred with the passage of time.

However, he did not feel lost or depressed.

Compared to many monks, he was lucky enough not to turn into a handful of earth, nor to die tragically on the roadside.

Do your best and have no regrets!
Although the past sixty years of life cannot be said to be full of twists and turns, it has been full of ups and downs, and has been exciting and fulfilling enough.

He knows he still has a long way to go and a lot to do.

The road of cultivation is long, and his heart is full of expectations and hopes.

In the process of life practice, we need to constantly challenge ourselves and surpass our limits.

Today, he has emerged as a rising star and topped the Hidden Dragon List. His name is known everywhere and he is a role model for countless people.

It is a world of difference compared to the previous life, and this is naturally due to the help of the magical fate.

But I have my own caution, diligence, and hard work...

Time brings not only physical changes, but also mental maturity.

He is no longer as impulsive as he was when he was young, but has become more calm and composed.

And this power is enough to enable people to move forward courageously on the long journey of life without fear of wind and rain.

Li Xiucai was alone and no one was there to bury him, so Ye Yang cremated his body and buried it under the old ginkgo tree in the backyard.

No one knows how many years the tree has lived. It has lush branches and leaves and deep roots, as if it can carry more stories.

Ye Yang stood in front of the newly dug tomb, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand and flipping through it gently.

In addition to Li Xiucai, there is another person here, and the body of the old man in front of the house is also buried there.

Even though he had two sons and one daughter, when he died of old age, there was no one to collect his body.

Just as it was written on the title page of the ancient book he left behind.

"The road of cultivation is long and endless. You and I are both mortals, so don't force it."

“Everyone’s life is unique.”

Just like a book, each chapter is a story, and each story has a different ending.

They have their own dreams, pursuits and life trajectories. However, the unpredictability of fate is often unpredictable.

Jin Xiaoyi was an ambitious young man who proposed the three virtues of life. However, fate dealt him a huge blow and he died tragically in the war.
Compared with Jin Xiaoyi, the life of the old scholar seemed much more ordinary. He was originally an ordinary scholar, but because of an accidental opportunity, he came into contact with the immortal path.

He was obsessed with cultivation, hoping to achieve immortality. However, fate played a trick on him again.

He encountered many difficulties during his cultivation and ultimately achieved nothing and lived a miserable life.

After finally enjoying a few years of wealth and glory, he passed away suddenly, which makes people sigh.

"What does it take to break through to the realm of a real person?"

Ye Yang stood up suddenly, with an unprecedented light flashing in his eyes.

“No matter how fate plays tricks on you, you must keep going until you find your own piece of sky.”

He sensed his chance of breakthrough, and in the darkness of the night, a man slowly walked out.

He vaguely thought of a woman.

It was an early spring night. The dim light shone gently into the teahouse through sparse clouds.

A woman with long hair, white and tender, walked into the teahouse. The moonlight sprinkled on her body, forming a warm halo, and she walked in slowly.

He took off his silver fox fur coat.

He was at the critical moment of transformation into a mortal.

Everything was in accordance with the thoughts of a mortal, and thus a spring dream disappeared without a trace.

"The wooden house is shabby, the beauty has long hair, who is that woman?"

Ye Yang frowned, as if he had thought of something.

But he knew that the opportunity for his breakthrough definitely did not lie with that woman.

But at this special moment today, I didn't see that woman.

There is always a sense of uneasiness, as if something is missing and there is a gap.

There was a heavy storm with thunder and lightning.

He walked out of Taoan Market and looked at the dark sky, his face showing no joy or sadness, as if he had merged into this world.

"Crack!"

A flash of lightning split the night sky, illuminating his figure. His clothes were already wet with rain.

But Ye Yang seemed not to feel anything. He just stood there quietly, letting the wind and rain blow on him, and continued walking towards the forest.

He kept talking, muttering to himself, or asking himself questions.

"What does it take to break through to the realm of a real person?"

"What exactly is needed to break through the realm of a real person?"

The rain is getting heavier.

In the mountains, the branches swayed in the strong wind, making rustling sounds.

The air is filled with the fragrance of earth.

Only his voice was getting louder and louder.

……

(End of this chapter)