The memory of the villain was exposed, and the empress begged for forgiveness

Time flies and flies by in a blink of an eye.

The sun and the moon change, and the stars change.

Before I knew it, another three years had passed.

This year's winter is a little earlier than before.

A heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the land with a layer of silver, and the icy wind raged in the village.

The cold wind blows through the withered and yellow trees, blowing off the dead leaves that have already been frozen into ice sculptures.

Returned to a puddle of dust.

Seeing the changes from spring to autumn, people can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

As mortals, their lives are short, and one day, they will wither like dead leaves in this cold wind.

Even if I feel sad, there is nothing I can do.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are all too normal.

In the past three years, some old people in the village passed away, and some babies were born crying.

The old and the new alternate, and the torch is passed on from generation to generation.

This small village is like a wheel of reincarnation, constantly turning, and no one can stop it.

Chu Le came this year, just when the young man was in high spirits.

Chu Le was born to be good-looking, from childhood to adulthood.

Not only is his facial features handsome, but he also has an innate temperament, which makes Chu Le look full of charm.

All the little girls in the village had a secret admiration for Chu Lefang.

Therefore, among Chu Le's playmates, there are many more girls.

Today's Chu Yang looked much older, just like an ordinary mortal, the short ten years had left traces of time on his face.

The coldness of the morning was bitter.

Chu Yang sat in the house, carving some wooden furniture.

Beside him stood a handsome young man.

His face was full of reluctance, but he was still learning by Chu Yang's side.

Chu Le is not too young now, and Chu Yang has to teach him a skill to support himself.

It's just that this kind of carpenter's life is extremely boring.

This makes Chu Le, who is already at an active age, how can he restrain the restless heart in his heart.

Chu Yang also saw the reluctance in the child's eyes, and said lightly, "You study hard now, as long as you can learn well, you won't have to go hunting in the mountains and fight with those wild beasts in the future."

"Being a carpenter safely can support yourself."

"It's impossible for me to accompany you for the rest of my life. You have to master these basic life skills by yourself."

But Chu Le still looked sullen. For Chu Yang's words, it was obvious that his left ear went in and his right ear came out.

He put down the lumps in his hands, looked at Chu Yang with a pair of bright eyes, and said, "Father, I don't want to be a carpenter for the rest of my life."

"My child heard that there are monks in this world. They call the wind and rain, and they are omnipotent. What's more, they can catch the stars and the moon, and travel to the nine heavens. I also want to be such a monk, and I want to practice Taoism."

Chu Yang's gaze remained unchanged. He calmly looked at the young man in front of him with Ling Yunzhi in his heart, and said softly, "You are not suitable for cultivating Taoism."

"Besides, this path of cultivation is very bitter. Those so-called scenery are just appearances."

Chu Le was obviously dissatisfied with his father's words, but he didn't open his mouth to refute.

Although Chu Yang never showed his majestic side in front of him, Chu Le was still full of respect for his father.

Since his father disagreed, he suppressed his thoughts first.

Thinking of this, Chu Le picked up the wood on the ground again and started to fiddle with it.

However, he didn't see that the sadness in Chu Yang's eyes was fleeting.

……

In a blink of an eye, another three years have passed.

Every day is very ordinary, so three years have passed in an ordinary way.

This day seemed to be without the slightest disturbance, but it was full of ordinary warmth, allowing Chu Yang's tired heart to relax.

Today, Chu Le has gradually grown into a young man. His appearance is extremely handsome, especially the sharp-edged face, which is extraordinarily charming.

His reputation even spread to the neighboring village next door.

Many girls came here especially for the fame, and after seeing Chu Le's appearance, they were astonished.

Chu Le now has a faint sharpness in his brows and eyes, and his style of acting is quite similar to that of Chu Yang when he was young.

He is calm, with great wisdom in his eyes.

In the face of the girls in the village who showed their affection to him, he didn't take it seriously.

Only Chu Yang knew that this guy's heart was never in this world.

Another year passed.

When the big man surnamed Liu was hunting in the mountains, he was besieged by ferocious beasts and died tragically on the mountain.

That day, Chu Le cried for a long time in front of the big man's grave.

The big man treated him well, and after spending so many years together day and night, he had already developed a strong relationship.

Chu Yang settled the funeral of the big man, and then comforted Chu Le.

There was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes. This kind of cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death, for the current Chu Yang, had already made it difficult for him to have the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Just this day.

Chu Le came to Chu Yang again and asked, "Father, why don't you allow me to practice Taoism?"

"Becoming a monk has unpredictable abilities, endless longevity, and even the ability to live to death. As long as you become a monk, tragedies like Uncle Liu can be completely avoided!"

Obviously, the death of this big man had a great impact on Chu Le's heart.

Chu Yang replied flatly: "You are not suitable for cultivating Taoism."

This answer is the same as back then.

Chu Le's eyes flickered, he hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Father, you should be a monk, right?"

Facing these words, Chu Yang still did not have the slightest disturbance, as if he had expected it, he nodded calmly.

After getting a positive answer, Chu Le was obviously a little excited. He asked, "Father, why don't you let me practice Taoism? Don't you just let me live an ordinary life and not let me follow in your footsteps?"

Chu Yang replied calmly: "This road is not suitable for you."

The light in Chu Le's eyes gradually dimmed. He didn't understand why his father would block him from practicing Taoism so much.

However, the respect he had for his father prevented him from asking further questions.

Seeing his appearance, Chu Yang was silent for a while, and said, "Except for cultivating the Tao, I can promise you anything you want in this mortal world."

However, Chu Le did not respond this time, but sat alone, polishing the wood in his hand, smoothing all the edges and corners.

It's like the edges and corners on his body are gradually being smoothed.

At this moment, Chu Le, his figure is full of loneliness, which makes people feel pity.

Chu Yang looked at his back, his eyes were full of vicissitudes and bitterness, he just sighed softly in his heart, but did not speak after all.