Chapter 149 Memory Fragments

"Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you must come to my house on time, and I will teach you the cultivation method." Since he has been accepted as a disciple, he must be taught well.

"Yes, Master, I will come on time tomorrow."

Chen Zixin heard this, his eyes flashed with unprecedented determination and excitement. He bowed deeply, and his voice was trembling, which was a manifestation of his supreme respect for his master.

"Well! Go! Go to the school first and finish your homework today. Remember, although you will practice martial arts with me in the future, you must not neglect the way of learning." Lin Qingzhi said to Chen Zixin.

"Yes, Master, I understand."

Chen Zixin bowed again, this time, his back was filled with an indescribable perseverance and determination. He turned around, his steps were brisk and powerful, and he strode towards the direction of the school.

The sun gradually filled the earth, shining on his young and energetic body, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor.

Looking at the bouncing figure, Lin Qingzhi was also relieved.

When Chen Zixin's figure gradually went away until it disappeared at the end of his sight, Lin Qingzhi slowly turned around and took out a set of homemade fishing equipment from the seemingly ordinary but mysterious ring on his finger.

This set of equipment is not only exquisite, but every fishing line and every fish hook reveals the craftsman's hard work and wisdom. This is specially made by Lin Qingzhi himself.

He walked lightly to a boulder that he had cut and leveled by himself, and sat down steadily, like a wise man who was about to talk to the river.

The river breeze blew gently, with a hint of coolness and freedom. Lin Qingzhi gently threw the fishing line into the sparkling Luojiang River. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Soon, with a slight ripple on the water, the first big fish was successfully pulled ashore. Its scales were shining with silver light, dazzling in the sun.

Then, the second big fish was not far behind and was caught by Lin Qingzhi with the same skillful technique.

Looking at these two trophies, Lin Qingzhi smiled lightly and secretly rejoiced in his heart: "I shouldn't have to catch an empty-handed fish today."

Lin Qingzhi never used his own strength and treasures every time he went fishing, so he caught an empty-handed fish several times.

Just then.

A familiar figure suddenly broke into his sight. The crazy old Taoist priest appeared on the bank of Luojiang River again.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and had messy hair, but his eyes flashed with an elusive light, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Although Xiao Yaoer had left Linjiang Village, the old Taoist priest seemed to have become a fixed landscape in Luojiang. He would wander by the river every day, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes staring into the distance, as if looking for something, or looking forward to some secrets on this land.

Every time Lin Qingzhi came to fish, the old Taoist priest would appear, and he would also take a fish from Lin Qingzhi's bucket to grill, but he would not eat it every time after grilling it. He would sit under the big tree and look at the entrance of Linjiang Village.

Ever since Xiao Yaoer had eaten the fish grilled by the crazy Taoist priest several times, the old Taoist priest would take out a fish and grill it every time, and then sit under the tree waiting for Xiao Yaoer to appear.

However, although the turbid and complex eyes of the crazy Taoist priest were full of expectations, Xiao Yaoer's figure never came as promised.

Every time, when the sunset completely sank into the horizon and the night fell quietly, he could only pack up the grill silently with a trace of loneliness, and hide the unfinished love deep in his heart.

Watching the crazy Taoist priest scoop up a big fish from his bucket and grill it under the tree.

Just as the crazy Taoist priest was concentrating on making a fire and grilling fish, Lin Qingzhi's figure was like a phantom, and in an instant, he had disappeared silently from the spot.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene occurred. Lin Qingzhi's finger seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gently tapped the mad Taoist's brow.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, all the sounds around stopped abruptly, and even the grilled fish that was about to jump out of the flames seemed to be still in mid-air.

The next moment, the air seemed to freeze, and time lost its meaning of flow at this moment. The figures of the two people were like being imprisoned by invisible shackles, and they were stunned in place.

The eyes of the mad Taoist, which usually flashed with complex emotions, became extremely dull at this moment, losing their former agility and depth, like two dried-up springs, without waves.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a chaos like fog, boundless, as if it was the chaos before the universe was first created, and like the endless darkness under the abyss.

In this chaos, there are countless unknown secrets and pasts hidden, which is a true portrayal of the inner world of the mad Taoist.

At this moment, Lin Qingzhi's figure, like a ray of light that traveled through time and space, appeared silently in this chaos.

His arrival did not seem to cause any waves, but in this silent sea of ​​consciousness, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of invisible ripples.

In the gray sea of ​​consciousness, memory fragments were like kites with broken strings, drifting in the wind, each carrying bits and pieces of the crazy Taoist's past.

These fragments were of different sizes and shapes, some flashing with dazzling light, recording joy and happiness; others were dim, wrapped in sadness and pain.

They wandered aimlessly in this chaos, waiting for a certain opportunity to be awakened again.

Lin Qingzhi's eyes shuttled through these memory fragments, and finally fixed on a fragment that slowly floated in front of him.

The surface of this fragment is covered with a layer of light sadness, as if carrying a past that is unwilling to be mentioned.

As Lin Qingzhi's consciousness touched it, the fragment cracked gently, and a strong torrent of emotions surged out of it, turning into a series of vivid pictures, showing in front of his eyes.

In the picture, it is a thrilling battle, with flames and swords, and every frame reveals despair and tragedy.

On the battlefield, the mad Taoist fought alone, facing powerful enemies, but still stood up stubbornly, defending the faith in his heart to the death.

That scene, that tragic, even someone like Lin Qingzhi who has seen countless storms, couldn't help but be stunned, and an indescribable shock and sympathy surged in his heart.

This should be the memory that this mad Taoist is most reluctant to touch and wants to forget in his heart!

Those unforgettable pains, those irreparable losses, have all become the heaviest burden in this chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, pressing him almost to the point of suffocation.

It was these memories that made this Taoist crazy until now.

Passing through those memory fragments, Lin Qingzhi's figure continued to walk towards the deepest part of the crazy Taoist's sea of ​​consciousness.