Master and apprentice said [Sword Three]

It is a rainy night.

A path twists and turns, with lanterns hanging high on both sides, with a light yellow halo in the misty rain.The rain rolled down the umbrella surface and slid on the shoulders.

The Taoist raised the edge of his umbrella slightly, and looked at the dilapidated houses beside the road.The plaque was tilted, and between the lightning and thunder, there were three words vaguely reflected - Jingshitang.

The heavy rain blocked the mountain road and made it impossible to move on.The Taoist priest had no choice but to put away his umbrella and walk into the Hall of Respecting Teachers.The cold wind blows wantonly, and the surrounding area is empty and desolate.

The Taoist priest picked up a slightly cleaner place to meditate. On a thunderstorm night, only the sound of rain could be heard.Several snow-white lightning bolts swam across the sky, and a black shadow was reflected on the mottled wall.

"Tack, tick, tick..."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

Daoist slightly opened his long and narrow eyes, looked at the black shadow, withdrew his expression, and remained calm.The man held a thousand receivers, half of his face was hidden under the cold mask, the rain dripped down the hair on his forehead, and the dark blue hairband hung by his ears.He came in through the heavy rain, and every time he took a step, there was a bloodstain under his feet.

The two didn't speak, and each took one side in silence.

"It's raining a lot."

Following the male voice, another person walked in barefoot.This person wears an insect flute around his waist, and is dressed in strange silver decorations, with a faint purple light shining in the night, it seems that he must have come from the Wudu Miaojiang.

As soon as the Miao Jiang man landed, he noticed the Taoist priest who was meditating, and greeted him with a smile: "Hey, isn't this the Taoist priest?"

The Taoist priest also recognized him, nodded and said, "My benefactor."

"It's still so polite, just call me Amei." After finishing speaking, the Miao Jiang man's eyes swept across the blood on the ground, and when he saw the man in the darkness, he quickly retracted his eyes, turned his head and said with a smile The priest said: "Seeing that the rain won't stop for a while, and the night is long, why don't Taoists tell some stories?"

"My benefactor..." the Taoist priest quickly changed his words after speaking, "What story does Amei want to hear?"

Amei thought for a while, and said: "I heard that there are many disciples in Chunyang Palace, so let's tell the story between you master and apprentice."

The Taoist priest paused for a moment, as if hesitating, and finally replied: "Okay."

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