North Journey

The red spring falls ten thousand feet away, and the half-purple atmosphere is far away.Flying down miscellaneous trees, shedding heavy clouds.

The sun shines like a rainbow, and the sky is clear and windy and windy.There are many beautiful colors in Lingshan, and the air and water are dense*.

Nanzhang Mountain is famous for its beauty all over the world. It is a mountain standing tall, slanting down and overlooking the Yangtze River for thousands of miles. vast.The Yinxian sect is close to nature. Now seeing this beautiful mountain and beautiful water, I feel that the fatigue of traveling for many days has disappeared.

Zhang Weiheng was obviously no exception, he breathed deeply, and the steam that hit his face made him feel refreshed.

However, I don't know if the head teacher explained something before he set off. The first thing he thought of was obviously his senior brother's body.He took out a large cloak from the package he was carrying, felt the falling drizzle, took out a paper umbrella from nowhere, and handed it to Ye Weiyan.

"Senior Brother Changqing, Nanzhang is no better than Taihe, Lin Shenwusheng, you, that, you should wear more..."

Shang Shixu looked at Zhang Weiheng's erratic eyes again, and took the cloak and put it on with some helplessness.Probably because this body was going out for the first time, Chu Yuanlan was obviously very nervous about him, and was afraid that he would not be able to take care of himself, so he simply entrusted most things to Zhang Weiheng.Along the way, except for the first time he was a little surprised, he got used to being taken care of by others.But although Zhang Weiheng always pays attention to his body, after half a month of getting along, when talking to him, he still feels at a loss and dare not look at him.Obviously older than Ye Weiyan, what are you shy about?

Shang Shixu opened the umbrella, tilted it slightly, and helped Zhang Weiheng block the falling rain.

Zhang Weiheng quickly pushed open his umbrella, and couldn't help shivering when he touched Shang Shixu's cold fingers.

"Brother, you can support yourself. I am in good health..." Zhang Weiheng stammered when he saw the look in the eyes of senior brother Changqing, "Well, I still have an umbrella here, I can hold it by myself Just fine."

He took out another umbrella that he brought, the rain was nothing to him at first, but he knew that although his little brother was cold-tempered, the things he had decided would never be changed easily, so he had to do as he wished. .

Thinking of the body temperature that was much lower than that of ordinary people, Zhang Weiheng felt a slight pain in his heart again.I don't know if it's because Ye Weiyan's age is similar to his younger brother, although he has only been together for more than half a month, but he already regards this senior brother as his own younger brother.If he hadn't heard the head teacher mention it before he set off, he would not have known that senior brother Changqing, who has been cultivating hard in the snow all year round, has always been afraid of the cold because of the root cause of his illness when he was young.

When the head teacher talked about it, his tone was complicated and difficult to understand, and then he solemnly asked him to take care of Changqing.After getting along all the way, he felt that even if he didn't get rid of the head teacher, he couldn't help taking care of this little brother.The delicate warmth hidden in the cold indifference is really too defenseless.

At this time, there were only three days left before the set date. Although Shang Shixu and Zhang Weiheng arrived at Nanzhang Mountain early in the morning, there were already many people rushing up the stone steps leading to Mingde Academy.

Compared with the excited and anxious bystanders, the posture of the two walking up leisurely holding an umbrella is obviously a bit abrupt.Fortunately, Shang Shixu's temperament keeps people away from thousands of miles away, and Yinxianzong has always been low-key, and few disciples travel abroad in Zongmen costumes. Lan Yunwen, I am afraid that he will be stopped by those who are full of yearning for the immortal journey before he enters Mingde Academy.

Shang Shixu had long been used to the gazes of others, and Zhang Weiheng, who was used to seeing "storms" with his junior brother along the way, obviously would not be frightened by the gazes of these people again like the first time.However, when they walked two-thirds of the way, Shang Shixu suddenly stopped and looked at one place.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Zhang Weiheng stopped in time, but still almost bumped into Shang Shixu.Shang Shixu held a paper umbrella and looked in the direction of the forest for a while, then silently looked away, shook his head,

"Nothing, let's go."

It turned out that since we separated when we were one year old, was this the first time we met?

Zhang Weiheng seldom expressed objection or doubt to Ye Weiyan's words, so he nodded and followed his footsteps.Although the disciples of the Yinxian Sect don't pay attention to the classification of ranks, they only re-entry first and foremost, but when they go out, Ye Weiyan, who is the disciple in charge, represents the face of the Yinxian Sect. respect.

On the mountain path, Chu Ze, who was carrying a basket of herbs on his back, pushed aside the branches lying on the road for his sister who was following behind him, and continued walking up the mountain.However, he didn't take a few steps, but he still couldn't help but look in the previous direction.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Chu Qin'er noticed his slowing down, and couldn't help but follow his line of sight.

At this time, the stone steps were already full of people coming and going, but Chu Qin'er was able to confirm who Chu Ze was looking at at the first glance.

Maybe some people's elegance is like this, even if they hide in the crowd, they can't hide it.

The drizzle was like silk, and the man walked on the stone steps with a plain paper umbrella.She was dressed in white and dragged the ground, but it was not stained with any muddy water.It was covered with a black cloak, the color was deep, but it made the man's skin whiter than snow.Walking on the steps, he is like a cloud in the mountains. He is obviously about the same age as Chu Ze, but his demeanor is as calm as water, which makes people feel that he is detached from the world and does not walk in the world of mortals.

There is no shortage of proud sons in Mingde Academy, but Chu Qin'er feels that neither Xiao Ziyao nor Lin He can compare to the man on the stone steps.Only Mr. Feng, um, and her brother are qualified to be compared with that person.

"Qin'er, let's go, or Master Liu will be in a hurry."

At this time, it was Chu Ze who came back to his senses first. He greeted his sister with a smile as usual, straightened the bamboo basket on his back, and continued walking up the mountain.However, the pair of frosty and snowy eyes that he saw before were imprinted in his heart.

That person, did you see him?

Somehow, such a thought flashed across his mind, and then he shook his head, denying it first.how can that be possible?How can such a person pay attention to himself?

The proud son of the Hidden Immortal Sect...

He lowered his eyelids slightly, remembering what Mr. Feng had inadvertently said, a dark color flashed in his eyes.Grandma Chu was originally a disciple of the Yinxian Sect, but because she fell in love with someone, her Taoist foundation was completely destroyed and she was expelled from the sect.

These so-called immortal sects of Taoism always put on a high shelf, ignore the sufferings of the world, and care about people's hearts in the world.

But——Golden flames danced in Chu Ze's dark eyes. Ordinary power will never hurt those "immortal masters". Qiner.

What's more, Chu Ze knew that in his bones, the nature of chasing powerful power was probably imprinted.

Hidden Immortal Sect, Danya Sect, Qiyan Valley...

Thinking of the other two Taoist sects who arrived a few days ago, Chu Ze hesitated.Whether he is confident or conceited, he has never doubted whether he has the qualifications to step into the fairyland.What's more, although Mr. Feng only teaches piano art in Mingde Academy, his origin is unpredictable. It seems that he has something to do with Feng Chang, the head of Mingde Academy, and is a good friend with Grandma Chu, a former disciple of Yinxianzong. With his recognition of his qualifications, Chu Ze was naturally more sure.

However, among the three sects of Taoism, Qiyan Valley is too non-controversial and closed. Although the Danya sect emphasizes the art of spells, judging from the visitors this time, it seems that they have lost everyone's spirit.Originally, the leader of the Taoist sect, the inclusive Yinxianzong should be Chu Ze's best choice, but he wonders if someone will find out the relationship between himself and Qin'er and Grandma Chu, and then it will be unfavorable to Qin'er.

Thinking of this, Chu Ze and Chu Qin'er had already returned to their residence through the back door of Mingde Academy.

Chu Qin'er went to look for Master Liu with the medicinal materials collected this time, but Chu Ze hesitated for a while, then walked towards Mr. Feng's residence.

They were able to live in Mingde Academy through their relationship with Mr. Feng, so their residence is not far from Mr. Feng's room.Although Chu Ze had a ruthless and disobedient temperament in his bones, he was full of respect for this old friend of Grandma Chu, the elder who extended a hand to him and Qin'er in times of crisis.

What's more, unlike Grandma Chu's occasional wisdom, Chu Ze, who has been studying at Mingde Academy since he was ten years old, can always feel his extensive and unknowable knowledge and wisdom whenever he receives Mr. Feng's individual teaching.

He actually didn't quite understand why Mr. Feng stayed in Mingde Academy as a small teacher who only taught piano art. From his point of view, even Cheng Lixuan, the current acting head of Mingde Academy, was far behind in knowledge. Mr. Feng.

But when he accidentally asked this question once, Mr. Feng's rare silence made him dare not bring it up again.

Chu Ze lightly knocked on the door twice, and after a while, he heard the voice of Mr. Feng inviting him in.He pushed the door open and entered, and what he saw was Feng Jing who had just put down the brush.

Dressed in an elegant and elegant blue shirt, Chu Ze suddenly realized where the familiar feeling in his heart came from when he saw that boy on the mountain road before.

They are obviously two completely different people, no matter their age, appearance, or clothes, there is no similarity at all, but just because of their tired temperament, he almost sees them as the same. the same one.

"Runzhi, is something wrong?"

Feng Jing noticed Chu Ze's momentary trance, and asked with some concern.

Chu Ze shook his head and nodded again.

"Sir, the disciples of Yinxianzong seem to have arrived."

"There are only three days left before the grand ceremony, and they should come after all the calculations."

Feng Jing's tone was ordinary, but Chu Ze noticed that when he mentioned the word "Yin Xianzong", Feng Jing was suddenly unnatural.

But he didn't point it out, he just kept it in his heart, and Feng Jing also concealed it very well, he raised his eyes to look at Chu Ze, with a hint of ridicule in his words,

"It seems that I can't teach you for long."

"Runzhi will never forget the teacher's teaching."

Chu Ze sincerely bowed to Feng Jing.He can grow into what he is now, thanks to Feng Jing's contribution, but his footsteps can't stay here forever, so he won't pretend to say something like "don't leave".

The author has something to say:

*Tang·Zhang Jiuling "Looking at Lushan Waterfall Spring at the Hukou"

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Will this chapter be watery?I originally planned to write directly to the Dadian, but as I wrote it, it became like this QUQ

Although I was very happy with all kinds of foreshadowing when I wrote it, and the details were set in a very pleasant way. Although this is a comprehensive traversal rather than a fast traversal, I am still a little worried that the little angels don’t like such a slow pace_(:зゝ∠)_

If possible, can you give Rong Yu some comments about the plot or writing?Rong Yu wants to keep improving to bring better writing to himself and everyone.