C16 Bad News

"Gu Fei, where have you been these past few days?" The green-robed cultivator was the manager of the Hua Lin Pavilion, Mo Songxuan. When he saw Gu Fei, he unexpectedly stood up from the table.

"Greetings Martial Uncle Mo!" Gu Fei hurriedly took a few steps forward and bowed to Mo Songxuan.

"Sigh!" Gu Fei, your master came out of seclusion two days ago. " Mo Songxuan's expression was somewhat sad, which moved Gu Fei's heart and made him faintly feel uneasy.

"My master has come out of seclusion, I will go see him now!" Gu Fei immediately turned around, and was about to rush out of the Hua Lin Pavilion. However, Mo Songxuan stopped him at the back.

"Gu Fei, your master did come out of seclusion, but …" Mo Songxuan hesitated.

Gu Fei immediately turned around and looked at Mo Songxuan. The unease in his heart grew stronger, and he asked: "Martial Uncle Mo, did something happen to my master? Say it quickly! "

Mo Songxuan's hesitant appearance made Gu Fei's heart tensed up. His palms were sweating because he was nervous.

"Gu Fei, you have to be mentally prepared!" Mo Songxuan muttered to himself for a while, but after he said those words, he looked at Gu Fei with a trace of pity.

"Could it be …" Gu Fei's heart trembled, his body swayed, and actually took a step back. His voice trembled as he asked, "Could it be that my master …"

Mo Songxuan didn't answer and instead nodded with a grave expression.

Gu Fei's actions almost caused Gu Fei to collapse. He felt as if the world had collapsed in front of him, and his head was struck by a bolt of the Ninth Heaven's Fury Lightning, to the point where he could not differentiate the north, south, east and west.

Hot tears flowed down his face. The benevolent face of his master appeared in his mind, but at this moment, he and his master were separated forever. Before his master went into seclusion, he already vaguely knew that this was his master's last chance.

His master was already more than 150 years old, and his death was imminent. However, when his master really passed away, he couldn't accept it anymore. Wan Xiancheng was no longer a simple master to Gu Fei.

"Gu Fei, you have to restrain your grief!" Mo Songxuan comforted Gu Fei when he saw his Master's sad face contorted because he knew that his master had passed away.

Actually, cultivators generally took life and death very lightly. The more profound and profound a cultivator's Dao Art, the more he would disregard life and death. However, Gu Fei was not a cultivator, he was a cultivation Warrior.

He had feelings, and they were also very rich. Cultivating martial arts meant cultivation, and martial arts meant humanity. The seven emotions and six desires were all human nature.

Since it was human nature, it should not be abandoned. Therefore, Gu Fei would not and did not need to hide the feelings in his heart, as he could let out his sorrows as much as he wanted.

"Martial Uncle Mo! When did this happen? " Gu Fei allowed the tears to blur his eyes, but did not do so as he asked Mo Songxuan in grief.

"Your master passed away in meditation last night. He couldn't let you go. He wanted to see you, but …" Mo Songxuan sighed with emotion. Although Wan Xiancheng was not the kind of master to him that he was, his relationship with Wan Xiancheng was still pretty good.

Although Wan Xiancheng was his senior brother, if he could not cultivate to the Immortal God Stage, he would still die, but Mo Songxuan did not seem too sad at all.

Cultivators focused on comprehending the heavenly dao. The Dao Art was natural, there was life and death, and there was glory as long as there was drought. This was the law of the world, and it was naturally the point of view of cultivators.

"Master... Your disciple is unfilial! " Gu Fei howled towards the sky with tears streaming down his face. His current appearance, however, caused the disciples around him to look at him in shock.

"This is what your master told me to give you!" At this time, Mo Songxuan took out a parcel and a purple stick. Ancient patterns were carved upon its surface.

Gu Fei resisted his grief, and reached out his hands, tearful, to receive the package and the stick. This stick looked like wood, but not wood, and seemed like iron but was not iron. It was actually made of some unknown material, and its appearance looked a bit like a sword hilt.

According to Gu Fei's master, Wan Xiancheng, this baton-like item was obtained by their bloodline's ancestor along with the ancient cultivation method. It should be an extraordinary object.

But after studying Gu Fei's lineage for several generations, he still could not find anything special about this purple colored short rod. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be an unremarkable object.

"Martial Uncle, where is my master buried? I want to go pay my respects. " Gu Fei asked in a low voice, his voice filled with sorrow.

Although Wan Xiancheng and Gu Fei were master and disciple, their emotions were like father and son. Without even seeing his master's last time, Gu Fei's regret had already reached its peak. Aside from the sorrow in his heart, he was also blaming himself.

"Your master is buried in the inner mausoleum garden. Once you enter the mausoleum garden, you will be able to see it." Mo Songxuan replied.

Just as Mo Songxuan finished speaking, Gu Fei rushed out of the Hua Lin Pavilion. Mo Songxuan seemed to have something more to say, but in the end, he did not stop Gu Fei.

Halfway up the mountain behind the Taixuan Sect, there was a special place. It was filled with green grass and fragrant flowers, and if one did not have the monolith forest, it would not be excessive to call it a garden.

This was the place where the bones of all the disciples of the Taixuan Sect were buried. After all, not everyone could successfully cultivate the Great Way of the Immortal God.

The entire tomb was silent, not a single sound could be heard.

In an inconspicuous corner of the cemetery, a figure was quietly standing in front of a small grave, not moving at all. He was Gu Fei.

He stood there in a daze, from morning to noon, then from noon to evening. The setting sun shone like blood, illuminating the mountains and dyeing them red. At sunset again, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the mausoleum garden in a solemn and somewhat strange manner.

The low, small grave was not very eye-catching. It could be said to be extremely simple and crude. There was only a tombstone without any flowers. It was a simple, small mound of new soil.

Who is not dead in life? Regardless of your peerless beauty or your mediocrity, in the end, you are nothing more than a pile of dirt, without any difference. If a person died, the lamp would go out. Who would remember, and who would have thought that such a person once existed in this world?

The essence of cultivation was actually defying the heavens. Regardless of whether one cultivated martial cultivation or cultivation of the Dao, they were both fighting against the heavens for their lives. If they succeeded, they would have longevity. If they failed, they would disappear from this world, and everything would vanish.

Although cultivators followed orders from the heavens, they were also following them at the same time as they followed orders from the heavens. Weren't they also breaking orders from the heavens?

Gu Fei's master, Wan Xiancheng, did not take the final step in his closed door cultivation; When the end came, he had to sit down and die. This was the great law of the world; no one could transcend it.