Chapter 1832 Hiding Suffering

Time...

What is time?

When the Time Dao disk spun out from under his buttocks, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had been pulled out.

As if his soul had left his body, he could overlook the entire attic of the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Building from a God's perspective.

Mr. Siren sat on the tea table pouring tea, Ba Zun An leaned against the wooden door in silence, and Kong Yuhen quietly walked down the wooden ladder, but lingered at the entrance of the wooden ladder without approaching.

They were looking at their bodies, and he was observing them from a high place.

"I am time..."

A kind of enlightenment surged in his heart, and the sound of gurgling water came to his ears.

In the distance, outside the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Building, a winding and illusory river broke through the wall without any hindrance, starting from his feet and spreading to the distance behind him. It was like seeing flowers in the fog, and it was not real at all.

Not enough.

Not enough.

Just keep going!

Xu Xiaoshou did not let the epiphany escape from him. He continued to exchange the seeds of the Dao, planted them in the Dao field, and fed the fruits to the Time Dao disk to keep the state going.

"Time Dao disk (12%)."

"Time Dao disk (13%)."

"Time Dao disk (14%)."

"..."

Progress is minimal.

Just like time, it is beating at a fixed and slow frequency.

Xu Xiao was surprised to find that the cost of the Mang Time Dao disk was even much higher than that of the big disks such as the Sword Dao disk and the Art Dao disk.

Before, the maximum was ten Dao seeds, which is one million passive points. Big disks such as the Sword Dao disk and the Art Dao disk can increase the progress by 1%.

Every time the Time Dao disk is sublimated, he needs to click a hundred hands, which is ten million passive points.

Then, from 11% to 90%, eight hundred million passive points?

Eight hundred million?

"It doesn't matter, it's exactly one billion passive points. What's the point of saving it for so long? Isn't it just to deal with emergencies?"

There is a reason to put hope in expensiveness.

The Sword Dao disk and the Art Dao disk have never let me down.

The Time Dao disk is also like this. The intention seems to be higher. Every sublimation brings extremely clear enlightenment.

"..."

"Time Dao Disk (29%)."

"Time Dao Disk (30%)."

When the progress reached 30%, the fog covering the long river of time faded, and Xu Xiaoshou stepped into it.

Wow!

The cool water covered his ankles.

This sound not only entered Xu Xiaoshou's ears, but also moved the three people in the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower, who also saw the river.

"The long river of time has appeared..."

Kong Yuhen stared at the young man's enlightenment in a trance, and Ba Zun'an's eyes showed a little bit of truth. Mei Siren on the tea table trembled and almost dropped the teacup.

He was really shocked.

Sitting down, there is it?

If Kui Leihan hadn't died yet, he would have thought that Xu Xiaoshou was Kui Leihan's reincarnation. Whether he could realize the truth or not was a matter of a thought.

"Time..."

The low murmur echoed in the attic on the first floor of the quiet Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower.

Xu Xiaoshou waded through the water, stepped forward, and traced back along the long river of time.

The first thing that caught his eye was the lush flowers and green grass growing by the river, which gave people a sense of prosperity.

Passing the big rocks that were washed by the stream for years, he seemed to have realized something. He stopped for a while and saw the old and new on the river stones between the high and shallow water.

There was moss on the stone, and the stone was smooth and shiny under the stone. This boundary was very clear.

Wow!

One step forward, the scene changed.

The flowers and plants withered, the stone moss was gone, pavilions and towers were built, and the magnificent courtyard structure was built. Only the earthy yellow stone color in front of him remained unchanged, forever.

"Time..."

"What is time?"

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have gained something.

Time is both prosperity and decline, and it is also unchanging.

He was not intoxicated by it. He quickly woke up and came back to his senses from the dead grass and river stones.

Looking forward, he felt that he had returned to the outer courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace without knowing when, and saw the courtyard he bought at a high price before he closed himself off.

"This is him..."

"It's me too..."

He saw his immature "self", taking care of the flowers and plants in the courtyard alone, saying goodbye to every life and dead thing he had carefully given a name, and finally nodded with satisfaction, resolutely opened the courtyard protection formation, and locked the door.

If he fails, he will die!

Xu Xiaoshou knew the result.

He also knew that at this time, mosquitoes should have been locked in the room.

He deliberately passed through the body of his past "self" who was sitting cross-legged to understand the Tao, like a ghost.

This "connection" was established and cut off, until a long time later, the room was dark, and the Tao on the bed was not understood.

He let it go, stepped forward, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, he felt something, and turned around again, and saw "himself" waking up slowly.

"I was born..."

This thought flashed through his mind, and Xu Xiaoshou was stunned by himself.

The self who was reborn on the bed was very thin, not as tall as he is now, and had freckles on his face, which he thought was good at the time.

He opened his eyes and frowned slightly. He felt no pain after rebirth. He just cursed "Damn it" and looked up at the dim environment around him.

This is the environment that Xu Xiaoshou is familiar with now, but it was the unfamiliar self that frightened him at that time.

He stopped moving forward, became slightly interested, and looked around this new place again with "himself".

What he saw was the ceiling with spider webs hanging diagonally, the small wooden table stained with dust, the candle head that burned out, and the spiritual black sword...

"嘤~"

The bedside Zangku moved and made a humming sound, as if greeting him and welcoming him back.

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and walked over to catch Zangku. He couldn't hold on to the illusory Zangku, but the scene around him changed.

…

Boom!

With the old blacksmith's last hammer blow, the black sword on the forging platform emitted a melodious sword cry.

But soon, the aura disappeared, and the sword body also dimmed.

The old blacksmith, who had a strong upper body and an even thicker right arm, unsatisfiedly picked up the black sword that had been quenched and completed the first step in life - "birth". He frowned and muttered to himself:

"The ninth-grade spiritual sword has many flaws, but it can be sold for a good price. I just don't know which unlucky guy it will accompany, and which trial place it will fall into. Tsk."

Crunch——

The wooden door was pushed open and the old blacksmith turned his head.

Then I saw a young boy, carrying a big package on his back, rushing in and shouting: "Old Litou, come and get the tenth-grade spiritual sword. I have saved enough spiritual crystals."

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

When he heard his name here, Xu Xiaoshou was slightly touched and couldn't help but smile.

Is this a painful past?

The passage of time was really interesting, so he continued to read.

"The Battle for Hegemony is about to begin. All the good tenth-grade spiritual swords have been snatched away. The remaining ones are all old and refurbished. They are basically third- and fourth-hand goods. They have slightly curled blades, but they can still be used. Do you want them?"

"Master, I want brand new ones, not second-hand ones. I have spiritual crystals!"

"Then look at this, the newly released ninth-grade spiritual sword?"

"Old Li Tou, please kill me. I can't afford the ninth grade, so don't make trouble!"

"Tsk." The old blacksmith looked the boy up and down. He quickly thought of something and changed the topic. "Three years?"

The young man's face darkened: "Old Li Tou, what do you mean!"

"Gah ga ga, kid, if you are at the bottom of this year's Battle of the Winds, you will be kicked out of the Spiritual Palace, right? Why didn't you think of going out early, working as a butler, and living out the rest of your life in peace?"

"Old Li Tou, I think you are insulting my way!"

road……

Xu Xiaoshou touched his chin.

What young and frivolous people say and mention are all words worth lamenting after returning from half a lifetime.

The old blacksmith could tell a story just by looking at it. Hearing the sound, his face sneered, but a hint of sadness flashed through his eyes.

He was silent for a long time and then took the initiative to speak: "It's all up to you, plus five hundred spiritual crystals, I'll sell it to you for two thousand five hundred."

"Kill me, it's so expensive and there is no spiritual crystal!" The young man waved his hand.

"Just add five hundred! For the money of the tenth-grade spiritual sword, you can buy the ninth-grade spiritual sword, which is still the best quality just out of the oven. What I'm selling is the friendship we have built over the past three years!"

"Huh? Three years, five hundred spirit crystals?" The young man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Our friendship is not very valuable, and these three years are not very valuable either!"

time……

What is time?

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou gained something again.

For the general public in this world, time is money and spiritual crystal.

Time can be measured by price.

Time is full of the smell of copper, but it is not derogatory because of it. It is given actual "value".

Time can be exchanged for the fragrance of rice and the smoke of fireworks, but in the spirit refining world, it is also the upward growth of new life, and it is also the beginning of the Taoist struggle.

Pat click…

The young man was very impatient and opened the package. There were money bags inside. He poured them all on the table, and the table was suddenly filled with spiritual crystals:

"A total of two thousand and one, all of which are spiritual crystals and tickets. Please click on them."

"This extra spiritual crystal is our three-year friendship. It's all mine. I can't sell it if I like it!"

Old Li was so angry that he casually picked up a spiritual crystal on the table without counting the money and opened his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in:

"Anyway, friendship in my eyes is worth five hundred spirit crystals, and yours is worth just this one?" He slammed the piece of spirit crystal on the table, his face full of anger, as if he was humiliated.

To put it bluntly, the young man also spent three years in the outer courtyard and became the senior brother of the outer courtyard. He was not afraid of the stage. He pointed at the spiritual crystal and said:

"Is this a 'piece of spiritual crystal'?"

He clenched his fists and shouted: "In my case, this is called 'all', this is called 'giving it all', and this is called 'all in one'!"

A desperate move... The old blacksmith crossed his arms and tilted his head, as if he heard something. He squinted at the young man and remained silent for a long time.

"Sell it or not?" The young man slapped the table with both hands and leaned forward.

"I'm selling it. You said it, and you still 'give it all'~" The old blacksmith said in a strange tone, "Tsk! Can I not sell it?"

The young man didn't care about the tone, he smiled and reached out, patted the old blacksmith on the shoulder to show his gratitude, and immediately took the black sword.

"What's it called?"

"It's just been baked, and it doesn't have a name yet. You are the new owner, so give him a name."

"The black one, how about calling it 'black dog'?"

"Xu! Xiao! Accept it!" the old blacksmith said instantly, "Put down the sword for me!"

"Hey, don't, it's just a joke, uncle..."

The young man held the precious black sword in his arms and retreated to the door.

His smile finally dimmed, and the corners of his lips twitched a few times, and his face became a little bitter. He looked down at the black sword in his hand, which was as spiritually sluggish as his own, and murmured in a low voice:

"Let's call you 'hide suffering'..."

"Hiding bitterness?" The old blacksmith had his pants legs rolled up. Hearing such a literary and artistic name, he felt satisfied and put down his iron boots, "What do you mean?"

"Hide away all the suffering and the sun will rise in the end..."

"Hey, cultural man!"

The young man said goodbye and waved goodbye.

He came in a hurry and left with his feet greased. He slipped away very fast, as if he was afraid that Lao Li would regret it.

The blacksmith shop became quiet again.

The old blacksmith did not continue to forge iron. He bent down and put on his iron boots again, and staggered to the door on his prosthetic limbs.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the youth running in the distance.

He knew that youth would eventually pass away, just like the sun setting in the west, the morning sun might rise again tomorrow, but how to get through the long night?

Old Li took out the big pipe at his waist, stomped on the iron limb of his left leg, shook off the numbness and phantom pain, lit the pipe, and took a deep breath.

He blew out a smoke ring, letting the evening breeze blow the smoke ring wrinkled. In a trance, he seemed to see the young man who had achieved enlightenment, came back in fine clothes and rode a horse, and told him the good news.

"Good luck."

After talking to himself, Old Li laughed, put away his sentimental self, turned around and returned to the shop, and was about to close the door.

Da Da Da...

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

"Thank you for your good words!"

-It turned out that it was not a hallucination. This guy is back again. What does he want to do?

Old Li panicked, feeling that something bad was going to happen, and was about to lock the door, but unexpectedly, the youthful pace was so fast that he blocked the door and a laughing face came in.

"Uncle Li, you just said that Zang Ku was just out of the furnace?"

"Don't call me Uncle Li, I'm disgusted...Xu Xiaoshou, what do you want to do! Fart!"

"You are so distant, Old Li. I heard that there is a knowledge in forging, called "blood refining". You can melt my blood into Zang Ku and quench it with fire. His spirituality is not enough now, but what if the blood is refined and the sword spirit is born directly?"

"Sword spirit?!" The old blacksmith screamed, "Xu Xiaoshou, are you thinking about farts? Ninth-grade spiritual sword, you still want to give birth to a sword spirit?"

"What if!"

"What if a Bullshit, this Zang Ku's surname is Li, he doesn't believe in Cao, do you think I, Old Li, am a god in heaven? "

"Uncle Li~~~"

"Don't call me Uncle Li!"

"Um~~Uncle Li~~Others don't know, but I know you, Uncle Li~~The big man from the inner courtyard~~Master Uncle Li~~"

"Ugh! I'm about to vomit the overnight meal! Blood refining is a waste of energy, I don't have that much energy to play house with you!"

"Uncle Li, blood refining is only once, just once~"

"Don't pull my legs! Don't pull my pants...what are you doing!" Old Li's face suddenly became horrified.

"Hey? Uncle Li, why are you wearing pink underwear? And there's a cute lamb~"

"Xu! Xiao! Shou!"

"Hehe, if you don't want to do blood refining, then don't do it. I'm going to find Elder Qiao now, hehe, lamb~"

"Xu! Xiao! Shou! Come back to me!"

"Oh."

The young man stood at attention and handed over the black sword Zangku respectfully, with a very grateful look on his face, "Uncle Li asked me to come back, is there something important?"

The old blacksmith grabbed the black sword, and his fingers made the young man's forehead swollen. He knocked him to the ground and said indignantly:

"With your mean look and your pickled arrogance, you don't even need to give birth to a sword spirit after the Zangku blood refining. Just more spirituality, this sword is useless."

The young man laughed and stood up, patted his butt and followed into the shop:

"Thank you Uncle Li! Thank you Uncle Li!"

"Thank you Uncle Li for refining the Zangku blood for my family for free!"

"Oh, I said the wrong thing, it's 'our family', this is our common treasure, hehe..."