Sealing Sword

What can't be let go is that the long years are thick, and what can't be kept is that time flows like water.

Daoist Su Qing accepted three disciples in his life.

The first two were picked up, and Ji Qingyan was even arranged by him from birth to adulthood. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is like a parent and child, and his temperament is also optimistic and tolerant; After entering the Taishang Palace, I joined the forest with Ruyan. Except for being less lively due to my nature, I was so quiet and well-behaved that it was worry-free. Whenever there is any gap in the life of any member of the sect, he docilely and tactfully avoids all the people and things he doesn't like, simple and shrewd.

Both apprentices respected and were close to Su Qing, only the third one was different - on the day of going up the mountain, Jing Fei's voice of crying for father and mother almost overwhelmed the morning class of the Taishang Palace, and it was more miserable than killing a pig Niu, those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

At that time, it had been three years since Mu Qingshang had started his studies, and Ji Qingyan was teaching his master how to use swordsmanship, when he suddenly heard such ghostly cries and howls, he thought it was because the bullying King of the Mountain went to the wrong mountain gate and lost the sword in his hand Accurate head, instead asked the younger brother to slap the wooden sword on the back of the hand, leaving a red stripe.

"Absolutely, Senior Brother." Mu Qingshang put away the sword, and raised his head like a little adult, "Master said, 'The best way to practice swords is to avoid concentration', you are distracted."

Ji Qingyan blinked, and smiled meanly: "Master also said that 'children drink more milk to grow faster', but in the end three fire sticks stacked up can condescend to you, so you don't have to believe what you say."

Mu Qingshang: "..."

In the end, Mu Qingshang was still dragged by Ji Qingyan to the mountain gate, watching this rare spectacle - a child who was about the same age as Mu Qingshang hugged Daoist Su Qing's leg and cried hoarsely, as if he was going to die when he let go. Was dragged out and slaughtered.

The hem of Dao Chang's clothes was horribly covered with snot and tears, but he put his arms around his arms and didn't care. He was even talking to Su Yin Shitai next to him, not caring that this poor child has risen from crying father and mother to the eighteenth generation of him. Ancestors spilled and rolled.

Mu Qingshang had never seen such a shameless act of cheating, he was stunned for a while and didn't know how to react, but Ji Qingyan got some information from the surrounding brothers and sneaked back to whisper to him: "This is Master's new collection. His apprentice is named Jing Fei."

Jing Fei is 11 years old this year, the son of an old friend of Daoist Suqing.My friend is getting old, and there are some troubles at home, and I don't have the heart to take care of him anymore, so I have to write to Taoist Su Qing for help.In terms of friendship for many years, although Daoist Su Qing has confirmed that this son is of the highest quality and accepted him as a disciple, it is a pity that the person concerned does not appreciate it.

Jing Fei is young and has a loud voice: "I am the only one in the six generations of the Jing family! My father will not let me go up to the mountain to become a Taoist priest. I want to go home! I want to take the exam and marry a wife!"

Ji Qingyan let out a "huh" and praised: "I knew at such a young age that 'the night of the bridal chamber, the time of the gold list title' is very ambitious."

Hearing what he said, Mu Qingshang couldn't help reaching out to put his hand on his forehead. The 12-year-old child has already learned what it means to be "tired" without a teacher, and he doesn't want to say a word.

Jing Fei's crying stopped at Daoist Su Qing's waving. He watched Ji Qingyan and Mu Qingshang obediently stand up, and choked back at the words on his lips. Two clever eyeballs poked at Mu Qing Shang stopped moving.

Daoist Su Qing coughed lightly, and said, "This is your two masters..."

"Hi, Senior Sister!" Jing Fei let go of Dao Chang's calf in a hurry, and rushed to Mu Qingshang with a handful of wild flowers in full bloom, imitating an adult, raising her chest and raising her head: "This flower is beautiful, and it matches you! Senior Sister, please accept Junior Brother's kindness!"

Mu Qingshang's eyebrows and eyes were born with his mother very well, and his body is thin and thin. He is only 12 years old now. Although it is ridiculous to be mistaken for a girl, it is understandable in the end.Therefore, when Jing Fei said this, except for Ji Qingyan who couldn't help but "poof", everyone else held back their laughter and looked over with malicious intentions.

Mu Qingshang narrowed his eyes, and Daoist Su Qing sighed silently.

The next moment, the wooden sword was inserted between the hands of the flower holder, and with a slap, not only the wild flowers in his hand were blown away, but also Jing Fei's sleeping acupoint was stabbed.The boy who was blinking just now suddenly went dark, and fell face down on the ground.

Mu Qingshang put down the "murder weapon", and raised his head with an obedient expression: "Master, there is nothing else, my brother and I will go back to practice swords first."

Daoist Su Qing brushed off his robe, and said with a smile: "Take the younger brother back together, we will all be in the same sect from now on, get along well."

"……Yes."

The Muqing Commercial Committee really disliked this guy, but he was used to forbearance, and he didn't show his dislike, obediently joined hands with Ji Qingyan to carry Jing Fei into the "den of thieves" that the other party avoided.

They thought that there would be a lot of commotion when Jing Fei woke up, but they didn't expect to come down from the mountain the next day with a letter - the Jing family, which was once wealthy, was burned last night, and no one survived, including the maids and servants.

The only survivor is this bastard who was first entrusted by his parents to Su Qing to take away.At the moment when the news came, Jing Fei, who was about to go to the house to uncover the tiles, was struck by five thunders, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Whatever fatal incident the Jing family got involved in was destroyed by a fire.Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan joined forces to hug Jing Fei to prevent him from leaving the mountain at this juncture, and they didn't dare to use heavy hands. When they were so anxious that they didn't know what to do, Su Qing came back from the mountain road holding an umbrella, shaking under the eaves Falling all over the ground in a daze, he said to Jing Fei, whose eyes were red, "The one who harmed your whole family is already dead."

Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan let go of their hands in a daze, and Jing Fei fell to the ground with a "plop", raised her head and stared at Su Qing in a daze.

"It's common for those who jump into the rivers and lakes to live and die, and have grievances and enemies. The Jing family was destroyed by grievances in the rivers and lakes. Your father is willing to die with him, but he doesn't want to involve you in it, so he let me take you away." Su Qing looked at him quietly, "The feud between your family is over."

Hatred can promote a person's growth, but it can also breed paranoia and darkness. There are countless people who have been in the rivers and lakes all their lives because of grievances, but as parents, they hope that their children will have a good home than hatred.

A big fire burned the enemy and us all. His father used such a decisive and almost tragic way to cut off a period of grievances and debts that might last for several generations. Since then, the grievances have been broken, No amount of cause and effect in the past has anything to do with Jing Fei.

Jing Fei finally lay down on the ground crying bitterly, Mu Qingshang and Ji Qingyan stared at each other, and finally squatted down and hugged him, like three kittens under the eaves of the heavy rain to keep warm and comfort.

After burning incense and offering sacrifices to their ancestors the next day, they had an extra junior brother.

Ji Qingyan was old, and when he was young, he determined to inherit the mantle of his master and devote himself to cultivating Taoism, so he got the title of "Duanya" early on; Jing Fei was very reluctant when he went up the mountain, but after he became a teacher, he knew the current affairs. Master, Taoist name "Duanheng".Surprisingly, Mu Qingshang was still unwilling to enter Taoism. He had many things in his heart, such as martial arts, literature, and Taoism, but he just didn't have the idea of ​​Taoism.

Daoist Su Qing never pushes others, and this time is no exception.

The only thing he didn't expect was that these three apprentices were too noisy.

The three teenagers got together, and Jing Fei was the last in both age and ranking, and had the most out-of-the-way temper.Before he went up the mountain, Ji Qingyan was always steady and self-restraining as a senior brother, and Mu Qingshang was well-behaved and sensible and never caused trouble, but when Jing Fei joined, everything changed.

When two good children meet a bad boy, there are only two outcomes. One is that the bad boy abandons evil and does good, and the other is that the good boy is taken away.

The three apprentices under the Supreme Palace Master's knees are unfortunately in the second situation.

Duan Heng didn't like to practice kung fu, nor did he like to read scriptures and essays. The moves he practiced were all ostentatious, not even enough to bluff people.With one mouth, he can sing "Deep Boudoir's Resentment" like a thousand ducks. Mu Qingshang, who likes quiet the most, couldn't stand it first, and took over most of his homework, so he practiced the stunt of dual-purpose, left-handed and left-handed, and wrote himself in one hand. The upright and delicate lower case, with one hand swipe the wild grass of Duanheng Dragon Snake sprinting, even the picky Daoist Ru Suqing didn't find it tricky.

As a senior disciple, Ji Qingyan had more chances to go down the mountain. Every time he went out, Duan Heng begged him to bring some messy things, ranging from pork knuckles with roasted chicken sauce in restaurants to small novels wrapped in book covers.Once when going back to the mountain, Dianbei met his master and his uncle Su Yin. Uncle Su Yin slapped and copied the "Qing Xin Jing" ten times on the page where the scholar and actor spent talking about love.

With the help of two senior brothers, Jing Fei lived happily. He didn't like those orthodox martial arts, and he didn't like the morality of scriptures. It turns out that there are many hidden weapons and Qimen Dunjia in it, but although these things are useful in the eyes of the Jianghu people, they are all regarded as "small ways".

Master Suyin's disciple, Song Qiwei, has always been very kind to him. Although she entered the Taoist sect early and was given the title "Duanyi", she is still a soft and kind girl in her bones.She tried to persuade Jing Fei more than once, but unfortunately the young boy who usually obeyed her advice shook his head like a rattle this time, saying that he was not interested in literary and martial arts, but only interested in these strange skills.

"I'm not good at all, and I don't want to study martial arts hard. It's even more troublesome to read those scriptures. It's not as fun as this." Jing Fei said to his two senior brothers with a pile of miscellaneous books, "When I finish learning These, in the future, I will help the sect guard the mountain and protect the formation, and help the two senior brothers do some ingenious things. This is enough for me. A person's life is only a hundred years, and people in the rivers and lakes don't know whether they can live to be old. I want to live my life according to my own heart, and I don’t care about others.”

Ji Qingyan was at a loss for words, and Mu Qingshang put down the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were dim.

Jing Fei is probably the most free disciple in the Taishang Palace, Daoist Su Qing never restricts him too much, even if some innocuous troubles are caused, two senior brothers take turns to clean up the mess, he also understands the speed of presumptuousness, although he is noisy , but not so that cats hate dogs.

Ji Qingyan was approaching the weak crown, and Daoist Su Qing's body was not as good as before. He began to take over the burden from the master in an orderly manner, starting from the most basic internal affairs, and gradually growing into a qualified heir.

They all have plans for their own future, and they are moving in this direction, only Mu Qingshang is still standing still.

He is talented and has excellent bones, and his progress is rapid in both literature and martial arts. I don't know how many elders are envious of Su Qing for accepting such a successor.But only he and his master know that he is Su Qing's most worry-free and worry-free disciple.

Mu Qingshang can do his best, but in his heart this is what he should do, not what he wants to do.

He has no goals of his own, but just drifts with the crowd and obeys Su Qing's various arrangements, rarely expressing his desires.

As a human being, one cannot be without desires, Su Qing's heart is like a bright mirror, and Mu Qingshang's confusion lies in the fact that he has never found his own destination.

He restrained Mu Qingshang's ferociousness from childhood with scripture etiquette, used "The Promise Kungfu" to suppress the restless heart that grew with age, and filled the life of this young man with martial arts literature, so that He went deeper and deeper in the boundless learning sea, but he was not given a goal for which he could devote his painstaking effort and time.

If things go on like this, no matter how good Mu Qingshang is, he is just a carefully crafted puppet with nothing inside.

Su Qing didn't want to see him like this.

In the second year, when the spring was cold and the winter snow first thawed, Daoist Suqing took out a sword from the quiet room.

Simple and simple, with flowing clouds engraved on it, when Mu Qingshang took the long sword with both hands, the first thing he felt was not the weight of the sword, but the vicissitudes attached to the sword.

"This sword was obtained from my travels when I was young. The former owner was an unknown swordsman. When I found him, he had become a dead bone in a mountain cave. There was nothing around him, only this sword was with him." Daoist Su Qing said lightly. "I looked at the writing on the wall, and I only thought that he went astray and made mistakes in his life. Although he woke up in time after that, there was no room for turning around. It was difficult to return in his life, so he used this sword to solve it. Admonish posterity."

Mu Qingshang was holding the sword, his hands didn't shake, but his back was covered in cold sweat.

Daoist Su Qing put his wrinkled hands on his shoulders, and said, "Qingshang, you are my most proud disciple, and also the one I can't trust. I can teach you martial arts skills, but I can't give you experience and knowledge. Vision, you have knots in your heart, but you can't solve it in this mountain, you can only go back to the world and walk again, but this road is rough and windy, it must be difficult."

After a pause, he asked softly: "Take this sword, go down the mountain and walk your way, find your own way, and don't forget your way back."

Aoyama Arakuzuka said:

Don't ask me when (three) is coming out, I don't know...

Well, by calculation, Mu Qingshang was 15 years old when he went down the mountain.