Chapter 1233 — The Bond Between True Men
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 3
Shen Mu stood within the fog, and seen from afar, mist and man were alike a blur. Seeing Xu Shenghua still rooted before the mountain gate, Jing Yan came up to him and said gently, "Husband, Sect Master Shen has gone. Will you not see him off?
" Gazing at the figure in the mist, Xu Shenghua shook his head.
"He and I are friends of the Dao heart.
Too much ceremony would only make us strangers. " Jing Yan secretly pursed her lips and looked away toward the distant fog, where Shen Mu stood sunk in a wondrous realm of Dao. That one standing lasted six or seven days: Shen Mu stood where he was, Xu Shenghua stood before the mountain gate, and neither ever stirred.
Jing Yan came to look in on him several times and could only shake her head to herself: "The strange friendship of men.
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" At last Shen Mu woke from his enlightenment and chanted in a long voice: "An empty form, guest to Taiji; hand in hand we tread the emerald haze. Thunder and rain close round the darkling deep; ghosts and gods crouch coiling within!
Friend Xu, I take my leave!
" Below the mountain gate, Xu Shenghua cupped his fists and bowed in farewell.
From afar Shen Mu bowed in return, then turned and went.
By the time Xu Shenghua rose from his bow, he had vanished without a trace.