How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

When Jian Qianshan was six years old, he had already formally worshiped Wenhuitu as his master.At that time, there were no other direct disciples on the way back, so he was logically a senior brother.Children are mischievous in their own ways, but they are all pretty much the same when they are good.Jian Qianshan is recognized as a well-behaved boy, not only never getting into trouble, but also taking the initiative to help guide other juniors.With a good boy leading a group of good boys, the Lingxu Sword Sect is peaceful, and it is simply a model for all martial arts schools to learn from.

Until he was 11 years old, it finally came to the day when Jianmen opened its door once every three years to accept apprentices.Jian Qianshan didn't pay attention to this that his peers should have, because at that time he was leading a group of juniors to do morning lessons.What children need is more activities, so for disciples under the age of 16, the morning class is not in the scripture room, but in Lunjianping.The location of Lunjianping sits west and faces east, just facing the direction of sunrise.Jian Qianshan led all his juniors to draw and swing their swords, one hundred times a day, to do a good job in basic skills.

Swinging the sword to No.90 nine times, Jian Qianshan suddenly felt that something was wrong.It was a very simple intuition, he immediately turned his head, and asked when he was standing behind him on the way home.

"Master?"

Satisfied with his vigilance, he nodded slightly on the way home, and patted his head with a smile: "Qian Shan, how about going to the mountain gate with your teacher today?"

When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then laughed: "There are two boys, and they probably want to be your juniors."

What's so strange, junior?Jian Qianshan didn't understand the meaning of the master for a while, but just put away the sword obediently and followed the master's footsteps.It wasn't until he took a few steps that he suddenly realized——

Asking about the way home was suddenly tugged at his sleeve, and when he lowered his head, it was Jian Qianshan.The big beautiful eyes are full of seriousness, and the small round face with a little baby fat is very cute when serious.Asking about the way home was a little unclear, so I bent down slightly and asked him:

"What's wrong? Qianshan?"

"Master, the junior you mentioned is the junior who is your personal disciple just like me?"

It turns out that the child didn't understand until now.On the way home, I couldn't help laughing, but still nodded: "Yes, so of course I want you, a senior brother, to meet your juniors in person."

Jian Qianshan lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran back to Lunjianping, picked up the fly whisk that had been placed on the sword stand before, and then ran back to Wenguitu, with a determined expression on his face: "Okay, let's go!"

"Huh?" Asked about the way home, he was puzzled for a moment, what is this kid doing with the whisk?Seeing Jian Qianshan's nervous expression, eyes wide open and mouth pursed, Fu Zhi's mind immediately realized: Oh, he has finally realized that he is a senior, so he has to make a good impression on the two future juniors!

After thinking about it, there's no need to say anything nonsense about going with the flow with the child.On the way home, he resolutely chose to shut up, until he reached the mountain gate, and a carriage stopped at the foot of the steps.

Thousands of bamboo seas are all mountain roads, but this car can catch up all the way from the bottom of the mountain. It should be said that the driver's skills are really good.The curtains on the car are made of brocade material with hidden flowers, and the patterns are like willow branches.Jian Qianshan looked up and asked about the way home, so the master slowly opened his mouth:

"This is the carriage of Zheliu Villa. Zheliu Villa is famous for its fine wine and martial arts 'Three Ways of Zheliu Hands'." Having said that, Wen Tuo looked at Jian Qianshan and smiled, "The owner of Zheliu Villa Feng Guo Liu is very mysterious, no one in Jianghu has ever seen his appearance. This time he also asked someone to pass a letter to me, and I didn't know that his only son was coming."

Jian Qianshan seemed a little puzzled: "But Master, if that's the case, Junior Brother Luo is the grandson of the old master of the Hanhai Golden Knife Sect, and Junior Brother Yu is the nephew of the head of the Canglang Sect...why don't you accept them as personal heirs?" Where are the disciples?"

When he asked this, a small figure stepped down from the carriage.The accompanying butler handed him a wine jar, and after he took the jar of wine, the team of carriages and horses immediately turned their heads and left without the slightest sign of nostalgia.He didn't care at all, he carried the wine jar and walked towards the mountain gate step by step with the [-] steps under his feet.

Jian Qianshan was dumbfounded, and asked the way back to answer his question at this time, with some light-hearted jokes: "When you are your master, I choose cabbage as my apprentice, and anyone else's children? You have followed me since childhood, said The heart is the most stable, the bones are the best, and it saves trouble. As for you, Junior Brother Luo and Junior Brother Yu, you generally don’t talk about the bones. Which one came to Jianmen without the seven aunts and eight aunts crying for three hundred miles? It's tiring to watch as a teacher!"

Oh, a master who hates trouble the most.Jian Qianshan expressed his understanding, and then asked about the way home before continuing: "Besides, I have met this child before becoming a teacher, and he is indeed a talent to make. It is easy for a disciple to find a teacher, but it is difficult for a teacher to find a disciple. It is rare for a teacher to be with this child." Destiny."

The child finally walked to the mountain gate step by step and looked up at them.So asked the way back with his usual kind smile, looked at him: "Feng Heming?"

He looked up at the man in front of him, and suddenly understood the meaning of the word "Xianfeng Daogu" that he had only read in books.Feng Heming still has some eyesight, although he doesn't recognize the Dao Xin Gui Ya sword in Wen Gui Tu's hand, he can see that this man is extraordinary, and he can guess who it is by using his brain, and immediately stands firm and hands up Zuo Yi handed over a jar of old wine in his hand, every word was very clear:

"Junior Feng Heming, pay my respects to the master."

There was a slight smile on his lips when he asked about the way home, but he didn't take his drink, but reached out and patted his shoulder. Under his puzzled eyes, he smiled and said, "Just call me master."

He seemed a little surprised, probably none of the expected pass five levels and six generals would appear, and he didn't expect to be accepted as a disciple so easily.Jian Qianshan suddenly felt that when he became nervous, he finally looked like a child of the same age. He still stuttered a little when he opened his mouth, scratched his head, and blushed: "Master, master."

On the way back, he took the wine jar from his hand, put it aside casually, and ordered: "Qianshan, go, take your second junior brother to the door for a walk. His luggage has already been delivered, and he Live next door to you."

Jian Qianshan suddenly became curious: "What about you, Master? Aren't you going?"

Looking at him on the way back, there was a smile on his lips, but there was no joy in his eyes: "I am waiting here for the teacher, and there is still one person who hasn't come."

Jian Qianshan seemed to understand, but Feng Heming felt sensitively that he should not ask more questions.The two children walked side by side for a while, and suddenly looked back at the mountain gate in a tacit understanding.

On the way home, I stood alone in front of the mountain gate, overlooking the path leading directly to the upper mountain gate.The chariots and horses of Folding Willow Villa had long been out of sight, and it wasn't those people he was looking at either.There was a wind blowing the corner of his clothes, and the silver thread of the dust whisk was also flying in the wind, entangled on the wooden scabbard of Dao Xin Gui Ya around his waist.It was obviously a good season for the sunny and green trees to sprout, and it was already spring and warm, but Jian Qianshan suddenly felt that there was a snowfall beside him on the way home, which cut off all the sounds and colors.He stood in the wind and snow where others couldn't see, and couldn't wait for the person who should come.