After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

Xuan Wen looked at the stubborn Song Jian, didn't say anything more, and walked away with ease.

"Your stubborn temper is very similar to my master. You are the kind of person who doesn't answer." Song Jian heard Fang Yuan's leisurely words, and turned his head to look at Fang Yuan, seeing that he was already lying on the ground It was placed behind the head, with Erlang's legs crossed, and it was extremely comfortable.

Song Jian ignored him, and Fang Yuan didn't blame him, he closed his eyes and fell asleep by himself.

After a while, probably unable to sleep, Fang Yuan said again: "Senior Brother Song?"

Song Jian closed her eyes, "I'm not your senior brother."

"Come on, seniority is respect. There is nothing to do left and right, let's chat for a while?"

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Yuan thought for a while, and found a topic: "Why do you want to worship Xiao Zijun as your teacher?"

Song Jian snorted through his nasal cavity: "Speaking out of no way, he is your master."

Really stubborn, Fang Yuan had no choice but to change his words: "Okay, then why do you want to worship my master as your teacher?"

Song Jian said: "People go to high places, and water flows to low places. Even good birds know how to choose trees to live in. Is there any problem in wanting to worship an excellent teacher?"

Fang Yuan thought, there is really nothing wrong with it, Xiao Zijun has already become a leader among this generation of immortal cultivators, every year there are not a few people who come to Xiaoshan to study under Xiao Zijun's name, and some female cultivators even squeezed their heads to see Xiao Zijun, Fang Yuan suddenly felt that he had a problem with this question itself.

Song Jian continued: "In Xiaoshan, how many disciples don't want to worship him as a teacher?"

Fang Yuan blurted out: "Me."

Song Jian looked at Fang Yuan in surprise: "What's wrong? He treats you badly?"

"...Actually not." Fang Yuan said: "He treats me very well, and he treats his brother very well, even passing on what he has learned. Although his face is cold and his words are not kind, he still punishes me every time. I punished him hard, but in my heart, he was very good."

Song Jian was indescribably envious. He turned his head and said sourly, "Then what are you talking about?"

Fang Yuan looked at the sky, full of stars, and said: "I came to Xiaoshan when I was 13 years old, and I happened to meet a teacher apprentice meeting. I don't know why he chose me as an apprentice. After a while, everyone saw me They all point and point and talk about me in private, saying why a person with mediocre qualifications like me can worship under Xiao Zijun's family."

"At that time, I didn't want to worship him as a teacher at all, and I didn't want to be famous all over the world. Why did I have to ask him to teach me? I will follow whoever can protect me."

Song Jian scoffed at him: "That's the kind of person you are, who is good-looking when you get cheap. Even Xuanwen was the most outstanding among our group of disciples back then, and he was the last one to worship under your master."

If it wasn't for Xuanwen back then, then Song Jian must have been able to succeed as a teacher. Thinking of this, Song Jian couldn't help but say a lot. It's nothing more than Xuanwen's luck, and he is no worse than him. .

When Song Jian finished speaking, she turned her head and saw that Fang Yuan had fallen asleep without knowing when, and turned over. Song Jian was so angry that she closed her eyes and knelt up.

Early the next morning, at five o'clock, the chickens raised by Taoist Master Ling began to crow.Fang Yuan was awakened by the snoring, sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Ah Choo."

He sneezed, turned his head to see that Song Jian was still kneeling straight, and couldn't help admiring: "Senior Brother Song has good legs!"

He got up softly and knelt down, feeling a little dizzy in his head, then lowered his head and fell asleep again.

I slept until the sun rose, and there were a few birds calling in the forest not far away, and then I woke up completely.Seeing that he woke up, Song Jian said, "Fang Yuan, what happened last night..."

Song Jian has always been a loner and rarely confides in others. Last night he talked a lot without paying attention, but after thinking about it, he felt a little regretful.

Fang Yuan paused, then asked, "Last night? What happened last night? I can't remember."

Fang Yuan is a person who forgets once he has said it, and forgets it when he hears it. Since someone doesn't want to mention it, he won't mention it again.

Song Jian rolled her eyes: "Heartless."

After a while, Xiao Zijun came with Xuanwen.

Xiao Zijun is still dressed in white today, but instead of a loose white robe, he has silver wrists with arrow sleeves, long hair and high buns. He is very neat and neat. He is holding a sword and looks like he is about to go out.

Seeing Xiao Zijun approaching, Fang Yuan showed a slight smile and shouted: "Master."

"Yeah. After kneeling all night, can you still laugh?"

Fang Yuan felt guilty, he slept all night, while Song Jian knelt down all night.

"Master is going out?"

"Well, go to Qian's house in Yuncun."

As soon as Fang Yuan heard that he was going down the mountain, Fang Yuan immediately became interested. He grabbed Xiao Zijun's clothes and said, "Master, I also want to..."

Before he could utter the words to go, Xiao Zijun said, "You are not allowed to go, plus yesterday afternoon's account, you go back to the study and copy the gate rules."

Fang Yuan's heart sank to the bottom of the water. When he saw Xuanwen behind him, he kept winking at Xuanwen, then licked his face and said, "Don't, Master, I was wrong, I was really wrong, in the future I will You must practice hard, unite your brothers and sisters, and never make trouble again."

"Or you can double copy the rules, a hundred times, 150 times?"

Seeing that Xiao Zijun was indifferent, Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, raised two fingers, and said cruelly: "Two hundred times, I really can't have more masters!"

"No." Xiao Zijun flatly refused, and he added: "The mountain is dangerous, your cultivation is not good enough."

Frustration was written on Fang Yuan's face, feeling that he would be a hindrance.It was Xuanwen who said, "Teacher, take him there. You might cause trouble if you leave him alone on the mountain. It's more dangerous than being down the mountain."

Although he knew that senior brother Xuanwen was helping him, Fang Yuan still gave him a glare. How could he be as miserable as he said.

Xiao Zijun sighed shallowly, after thinking about it, he probably felt that what Xuanwen said was right, and he was even more worried about leaving him alone on the mountain, so he had no choice but to say, "Let's go."

Fang Yuan was overjoyed, stood up and patted the dust on his knees, stood behind Xiao Zijun, he couldn't help but sneezed again.

Xiao Zijun glanced at him, "Are you sick?"

Fang Yuan felt a little top-heavy when he got up, but it was nothing serious. He was afraid that if he told Xiao Zijun, he would be ordered to go back to rest and not take him down the mountain, so he cheered up and said, "No."

Xiao Zijun didn't ask any more questions, looked at Song Jian who was still kneeling on the ground, and said to him: "You should go back too, and you will have to repair it sooner."

Song Jian seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He looked at Xiao Zijun's leaving back and got up silently.After not moving for a whole night, Song Jian felt as if his knees were being pricked by countless small needles, and the numbness did not look like his own legs. He slowed down for a while before walking towards the place where he had repaired earlier.

Fang Yuan is in a very good mood today, he is naturally very happy to be able to go down the mountain to play.

The foot of Xiaoshan Mountain is very rich, and after a piece of forest is Yuncun. Because of the fairy mountain, people often come to visit, the flow of people is large, and many merchants trade here. Over time, this place has changed from a poor village to a prosperous trade zone.

When the three came to Yun Village, Fang Yuan proposed to have breakfast first, so the three found a small restaurant and went in.

There were not many people in the morning, Xiao Er was busy cleaning the table, saw a few people entered the shop, and greeted warmly: "Guest officer, do you have breakfast? The steamed buns just out of the pan."

Xuanwen: "Two baskets of steamed stuffed buns, and three bowls of porridge."

After paying the money, Xiao Er happily went to prepare the buns. The steamed stuffed buns were put into a basket quickly, "For those just out of the pan, put them in the first basket, and the other basket will be ready soon."

Fang Yuan took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, took a rolly white bun, put it in Xiao Zijun's bowl, and picked another one for himself, bit it down, tore off the thin skin, and poured the fresh and salty soup into his mouth , which is white and tender green onion tofu.

Fang Yuan pouted, it was Xiao Zijun's favorite and his least favorite tofu stuffing.

Just as he was hesitating whether to throw the buns into the bowl, Xiao Er came over with a drawer of steamed buns: "Guest officer, fresh bamboo shoots and meat buns, take your time."

There are five small steamed buns on a drawer, all of them are white and plump. The red oil is soaked in the folds of the steamed buns, revealing a little tender bamboo shoots. The dipping plate is filled with mature vinegar and fried dried red pepper powder. It smells sour and choking. Far love to eat.

"Eat up the buns in your hand, don't be picky eaters." Xiao Zijun saw his carelessness and said to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan angrily ate the tofu bun in his hand, feeling like chewing wax.Xiao Er brought three bowls of white porridge, the soft and glutinous white rice was steaming, exuding a faint rice fragrance.

Fang Yuan lowered his head and sipped his porridge, then asked, "What are we doing in Yuncun this time?"

"Master Qian's family is crazy. Someone went to Xiaoshan to repair books, saying that it might have something to do with what happened four years ago." Xuan Wen said.

Four years ago, Fang Yuan was 12 years old. He was the son of a merchant family in Jiangbei. He could not be said to be rich, but he could be considered a wealthy family. It was that year that his family had an accident, and he came to Xiaoshan after nearly a year.

So Fang Yuan didn't know anything about what Xuanwen said, and Xiao Zijun never mentioned it to him before.The more this happened, the more curious Fang Yuan became. He stretched his neck and asked, "What happened to the Qian family four years ago?"

Seeing that he was about to take off, Xiao Zijun glared at him: "Sit down, how old is he, what does he look like?"

Fang Yuan smiled embarrassedly, turned his head and said, "Xiao Er, serve a pot of tea."

Xiao Er brought a pot of tea, Fang Yuan poured a cup for Xiao Zijun and pushed it over: "Master, drink tea."

"Four years ago, Master Qian's grandson was seriously ill. A monk came to his house. The monk came up with a bad idea and exchanged the souls of other children for the children of Qian's family. Later, the spell was broken and the child died. "Xiao Zijun took a sip of tea, looked up, and saw that his two apprentices were staring at him.

"Look at what? I have writing on my face?"

Fang Yuan said: "No. Is this gone?"

"No, what else do you want to hear?"

"To be more specific, can you tell stories, Master?"

Xiao Zijun said: "No. Let your senior brother tell you, he was there back then."

"Okay, okay, let me tell." Xuanwen felt that with Xiao Zijun's speaking level, it was pretty good to be able to summarize one thing with cause, effect and process, and even used the word "bad idea". That incident really made him very angry.

Xuanwen said: "That was the first time I went down the mountain with Master, and I encountered this difficult thing. The security of Yuncun in those days was far worse than it is now. At night, every family dared not go out. I remember that I often rain……"