who is mentally retarded

When Feng Xuan heard it, he couldn't help but look up at Qing Shuqu, his eyes were clearly asking, Qing Shuqu let out a long breath, and asked again: "Then do you know when the name of Master Lexian spread? of?"

"It was 300 years ago," Feng Xuan was able to answer this question, but he was taken aback just after he said the answer, "Could it be that there is any connection between the two?"

Qing Shuqu nodded, and said: "300 years ago, ghost cultivators were in chaos, and both Taoist and demon cultivators in the comprehension world suffered from it, so we had to join forces to deal with millions of ghost cultivators. In addition to taking over as the senior brother of Zongmen, I and several other senior uncles and uncles of yours were also among them. At that time, I was still majoring in swordsmanship. We were forced into the Hundred Ghosts Crying Soul Yuan and sealed it. At that time, our Shangque Xianzong was in charge of the Mountain Crying Ridge. When it came to the end, the front needed assistance, so everyone else rushed to the front to support. Brother Xuanze, Xuanshu and I Junior Sister stays to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers, but... we fell for it."

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain?" Seeing that Qing Shuqu paused here, Feng Xuan asked.

"Yes, it's Tiaohulishan." Qing Shuqu took out his bamboo bone fan from his sleeve, and rubbed the pattern on the fan bone with his thumb, "Not long after the others left, Shanwailing was immediately covered by a huge illusion array. Among them, the three of us were separated. I was only in the middle stage of Jindan at that time, but I was "extremely lucky" to meet a general who was a ghost cultivator in the early Yuanying stage. He almost took away his consciousness and controlled him. Swinging the sword at my own people... But fortunately, I woke up in time, but it was a pity that the light boat was in the hands of the other party, and it was also infected with ghost energy. Since it was my natal spirit sword, it would still affect me... Fortunately, I also It happened to be a period of time in Buddhism to cultivate the temperament, and a piece of Qingjing sutra directly repaired the three thousand ghosts to half-dead, which was really relieved."

Qing Shuqu's words are plain, but it is still possible to guess some of the dangers in it, and if you are not proficient in rhythm, no matter how hard the Qingjing Sutra restrains ghosts, you will not be able to retreat three thousand times.

While admiring Feng Xuan, he asked again: "Master sealed the sword, is it because the light boat is contaminated with ghost energy?"

Qing Shuqu said "hmm": "After returning to the sect, I tried many methods but couldn't get rid of the ghost aura on the light boat, and if I got close to the light boat, the ghost aura would directly entangle me. It's really tormenting. In the end, the master who has already retreated to prepare for the ascension told me a way. I can find a sword cultivator with transcendent talent, who has practiced peerless swordsmanship and has a spirit sword of the same level as Qingzhou. Keep the light boat with him, and use the sword energy on the opponent to wash away the ghost energy on the light boat."

[Isn't this just talking about Juggernaut Master? ]

Feng Xuan thought, and then he nodded: "So that's the case, but what happened to Master's injury this time? Could it be that there is still ghost energy left?"

"Don't worry, no," Qing Shuqu shook his head with a smile, and then made up a big lie without blushing or panting, "Spiritual swords are all spiritual, and I put the light boat aside for 300 years. So he fell into a deep sleep for 300 years. At first, Qingzhou was not fully awake when he got it back, and it was nothing if he was ignorant, but just now he used too many big moves in the sword competition with Brother Xuan Ze, and it suddenly woke up, and the resentment came up. , So I gave me a little color to see, if the brothers know that I got hurt because of my temper with the natal spirit sword, I must laugh at me to death. Speaking of which, the light boat should be an ancient sword millions of years ago, right? It’s understandable to have a little temper at such an age, and I’m not hurt too badly, and I’m much better now, so... Ah Xuan, can you keep this secret for the teacher?”

Feng Xuan frowned, obviously didn't believe Qing Shuqu's nonsense, but Qing Shuqu refused to tell him and he couldn't ask, Feng Xuan had no choice but to agree, he made Qing Shuqu remember something with a serious face Called him, and then walked out the door in two steps.

After Fengxuan stepped out of the room and closed the door, and Qing Shuqu also felt that the other party had left completely, his tense nerves relaxed instantly, and he coughed lowly with his right hand covering his lips, and bright red blood flowed from between his fingers, dripping On the mattress, a blood-colored flower splashed out. Qing Shuqu unfolded the bamboo-bone fan, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and smeared it on a pattern of the bamboo-bone fan. Shuqu's hand holding the fan reached between his eyebrows and sank into it, then Qing Shuqu took a long breath, looked at the fading pattern on the bamboo bone fan, and smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, there is you, otherwise I would In order not to allow myself to break through, the internal injuries I suffered by forcefully suppressing the realm over and over again are enough to kill me several times."

Qing Shuqu leaned against the head of the bed, raised his hand and pinched a formula to clean up the blood, his eyes were full of exhaustion, the reason he said to Feng Xuan for sealing the sword was also the reason Qiu Yangju and the others thought, but This is just one of them.

In the phantom array of Mountain Crying Ridge, Qing Shuqu met not only the ghost cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, but before that he also met another person, although Qing Shuqu had already been beheaded by the sword, but that person Words and words tortured Qing Shuqu for 300 years like a nightmare: "...after Mahayana, it is your death."

Qing Shuqu looked at his palm and once again hated his transcendent talent, good swordsmanship, and good rhythm, so he practiced like a boat with the current, advanced quickly, and a little understanding of the method of deduction, so that he can calculate, After cultivating Mahayana, he was indeed about to die. Qing Shuqu closed his eyes, curled up his lips, and murmured silently: "Let me linger on for a while..."

After Feng Xuan left, he returned to his room and began to meditate, but he couldn't calm down. Feng Xuan sighed helplessly, and frowned again. Perhaps it was because of the teachers he knew well in his previous life, only Qing Shuqu fell during the war between Dao and Demon, and this person has become his master in this life, so Feng Xuan couldn't help but pay more attention to Qing Shuqu, but thinking about it, Qing Shuqu still seems to hide a lot secret……

[Ah—what a headache!Forget it, these have nothing to do with me. Anyway, I have decided to protect the life of the master. When the time comes, the soldiers will come and cover him with water and earth. At worst, he will be protected for life. ] Thinking like this, Feng Xuan calmed down his restless heart. He closed his eyes and began to practice, so that he didn't realize the word "cause and effect" he mentioned unintentionally.

On the second day, Feng Xuan, who had practiced all night, walked out of the room to move his body. He happened to see Qing Shuqu in the small pavilion in the backyard. The black headband was loosely tied, pouring down from the straight back, hanging down to the ground and scattered.Qing Shuqu was tuning a Guqin on his lap, and seemed unaware of Fengxuan's arrival. The dark body of the Guqin exuded a feeling of ancient simplicity and infinity. Its shape was simple and smooth, graceful, and the strings were silver The streamer flickered, which meant a great way of space.

However, Feng Xuan completely ignored such a violin that was not of ordinary quality at first glance. He walked quickly to Qing Shuqu and asked, "Master, are you alright?"

The movements of Qing Shuqu's hands remained unchanged, and he replied without raising his head: "Well, of course it's all right, you can go have breakfast first, today you will start practicing the first form of "Qingzhou Sword Art", what's the matter?" Come and ask me if you don’t understand, your Uncle Gong will be familiar with the second level of "Taihao Sword Art" in the next few days, and you will integrate the two sword arts together, so if you want him to remind you, you have to wait Last few days."

Feng Xuan replied "Yes" and was about to leave, but suddenly saw the guqin on Qingshu's bent knees, paused in his footsteps, and asked, "Is this guqin also the master's spiritual weapon?"

When Qing Shuqu heard this, he suddenly bent his lips and smiled, as if he was in a good mood: "Yes, it is my natal artifact."

Feng Xuan was dazzled by that smiling face for a moment, and it took him a long time to react. Feng Xuan spurned himself in his heart, and then suddenly felt strange: "This is your natal spiritual weapon as a music cultivator? What about the Shuanglu flute?" ?”

No wonder Feng Xuan was so surprised, after all, Qing Shuqu in previous life has always held only one flute and one fan, this piano, like the light boat, has never appeared before.

Not only Fengxuan, but even Gu Liren thought that the Shuangludi was Qing Shuqu's natal weapon.

"The Frost Dew Flute is just a high-level spiritual tool, because it's lighter, so..." Qing Shuqu didn't finish his sentence, but Feng Xuan already understood what he meant. To put it bluntly, he was just lazy.

"By the way, Axuan, are you interested in practicing temperament?" Qing Shuqu clapped his hands and looked up at Fengxuan excitedly.

[Little guy, are you interested in practicing temperament? 】

Feng Xuan was stunned. When he met Qing Shuqu who came to find Miyagi in Lingdao Peak in his previous life, the other party asked him the same question, but at that time he was devoted to swordsmanship, and Qing Shuqu was only in a joking tone. , this matter will be left alone, but in this life, with a hundred years of experience, maybe you can learn something other than sword practice, but the sword art you need to learn in this life is not as simple as in the previous life.

Feng Xuan was secretly helpless: "Master, I'm afraid it's..."

"Okay, you've decided to learn." Qing Shuqu directly interrupted Feng Xuan's words, and winked at him, "Your senior brother and I can both practice both, I think you can too, Ah Xuan , I believe in you as a teacher!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't give Fengxuan a chance to react, and drove people to have breakfast.

Sitting in front of the two dishes and one soup, Feng Xuan was thinking about life in a very low mood: [Maybe I should find some Buddhist scriptures to read, but I forgot to refute because the master blinked a few times...]

Wait, you are thinking about this with a serious face? !

Luo Yi view.

At the viewing gate, the little Taoist nun who was sweeping the floor suddenly paused in her hands. She looked up at the person walking slowly in the distance. She was wearing a Taoist uniform with splashed ink on a white background, her long and smooth hair was tied high with a wooden hair crown, and she held a handle. Holding Fuchen in his hands, a little cinnabar between Liu's eyebrows made the indifferent and cold face a little softer.

The little nun made a song to the visitor, calling out: "Scattered people."

The visitor nodded slightly, and a voice as cold as his appearance sounded: "When the poor Taoist is not in the audience, what's the difference?"

The little nun nodded, and led the other party to a room deep in Luo Yi Temple: "There is a change in the astrolabe."

A pair of beautiful eyes lowered slightly, looking at the astrolabe, after a long time, vermilion lips curled up: "It seems that I'm going to go to Que Xianzong."

The author has something to say:

My Taoist sister finally appeared! ! !This young lady is so annoying, she is the only one in this comprehension world at present... Well, let’s talk about it in the next chapter, and then about the "karma" mentioned by Feng Xuan, only when it is involved too deeply, will it be infected with cause and effect, and the words will be exhausted So, I wonder if you can guess the reason?