A good unpopular sect can change at will

Three years have passed since I emptied myself, and the grass at the entrance of the cave is knee-high.

Yan Rong brushed aside the weeds, looked at the sky outside the cave for a long time, and thought of the people he knew by name.

Yan Rong, a disciple of Elder Pu Shan of Yunwei Peak.

After three years of retreat, when I left the retreat, it was the same as when I was in retreat, silent and no one knew.

In the current situation, there is an unpopular sect, a master who is not well-known, and a few brothers who are unknown, living in obscurity.

That's how it should be.

Yan Rong followed the memory and walked with the sword, and met several unfamiliar faces, all dressed in uniform disciple uniforms.The workmanship of the Taoist robe looks exquisite, and the material used does not look like any ordinary fabric, so it should not be from Yunwei Peak.

"Who are you?" The leader stopped in front of Yan Rong, looking up and down, "What are you doing in our Yunwei Peak?"

— We are Cloudtail Peak!

Yan Rong frowned: "Excuse me, who is the elder who is currently sitting in Yunwei Peak?"

"Of course it's Elder Pu Shan." His tone was somewhat arrogant.

Yan Rong heard a murmur: "Where did the poor boy come from, even Elder Pu Shan doesn't know."

Yan Rong's Taoist uniform is many years old, the material is rough and full of patches.Compared with this group of people, it is indeed a bit shabby.

Yan Rong retreated a little distance, nodded and said: "Thank you."

Just as he was about to leave, the leader stopped him again: "You haven't answered my question yet." His tone was sharp and he looked full of air.

Yan Rong didn't like dealing with hard-edged characters, the smile on her face collapsed a bit.

Although this person is a stranger, he has a domineering air that regards Yunwei Peak as his home.Probably a new student.If you don't give an answer, you won't be allowed to leave.

Yunwei Peak, which has always been quiet, has accepted such a role... I am afraid that the elder brother will have to worry a lot.

Yan Rong was about to answer when suddenly he heard a wind behind him.

"... Yanrong?"

The few disciples who stopped him shouted in unison: "Elder brother!"

Yan Rong also turned around, looked at the person coming, and said softly: "Elder brother."

Zhu Yinbo, the chief disciple of Yunwei Peak, had the same gentle eyebrows and eyes as he remembered.

different from memory...

new clothes.

New footwear.

There was a bitter look between his brows and eyes.

So look, a little strange.

"Yanrong... it's really you."

Zhu Yinbo raised his hand, his gaze touched Yan Rong's face, and he froze.

Really long time no see.

So Yan Rong leaned her face closer, and heard a sigh behind her, and Zhu Yinbo's slightly choked voice.

"It's really you."

"What the senior brother said is so strange, if I am not me, who else can I be?"

It is Yunwei Peak, which is not so like Yunwei Peak.

When I was flying the sword in the air, I saw many pavilions built below.Many raw faces were practicing swords in the open space wearing Taoist uniforms that didn't look like Yunwei Peak Taoist uniforms.The territory that once belonged exclusively to Yan Rong was taken over by other things.

"During the retreat, I only focused on cultivation and didn't care about foreign affairs. I felt that time really passed by in a flash." Yan Rong looked at her worn-out sleeves, and then at Zhu Yinbo's new clothes next to her, and said, "During this period, I must have A lot has happened."

"A lot of things have happened. In the past three years, our Yunwei Peak has grown a lot." Zhu Yinbo took Yan Rong's hand and said with a smile: "You have to listen, senior brother will tell you slowly. This old man You don’t need to wear any clothes in the future, senior brother will bring you new ones later, now, let’s go see Master first... oh, what you want to see most is Chunyu, right?”

Yan Rong said: "No, see Master first."

Yuan Chunyu...for now, leave him alone.

Zhu Yinbo's eyes stopped on Yan Rong's face: "Chunyu...don't you see?"

"No." Yan Rong said indifferently, looking at Zhu Yinbo's hesitant expression, he said again, "Senior brother, don't think too much, I didn't quarrel with him, and I didn't misunderstand."

Seeing that the other party was still worried, Yan Rong solemnly said: "Speak clearly, and listen carefully to the other party's words. I will always remember the teachings of my senior brother."

Zhu Yinbo was taken aback, and said, "It's hard for you to remember."

"Where's Master? I want Master to see my cultivation results—isn't he sleeping again?"

"No." Zhu Yinbo said, "Master is very busy right now."

Eldest brother is also very busy now.

He promised to take him to see the master, but the boys who didn't know where they came from shouted, "Brother, it's time to take us to practice swords."

Zhu Yinbo looked troubled.Yan Rong knew that even the master was very busy, so the elder brother must be very busy.

Senior brother has something to do, so he should stop disturbing him in terms of etiquette.But I haven't seen you for three years, etiquette...forget it for now.

"Brother." Yan Rong grabbed Zhu Yinbo's wrist with his backhand.

"How……"

The wind howled.The shouts of the juniors went away.

The tattered and patched robes fluttered in the wind.

Yan Rong narrowed her eyes in the wind, met the surprised eyes of her elder brother, and said slowly:

"I sort of, don't remember the way."

Yan Rong has a poor memory when she was young.

After one month's worship, I asked where the master came from, but I couldn't remember the master's name.

After one year of being a teacher, I still can't find the way up and down the mountain alone.

After two years in the teacher's school, I finally had a sense of belonging, so I brought my new disciples to familiarize myself with the environment, lost myself and the new disciples in the forest and couldn't find the way back.

Zhu Yinbo is very used to it.

Looking around, he said kindly: "Yan Rong, where are you taking senior brother?"

Yan Rong was silent.

Zhu Yinbo smiled calmly: "Senior brother should take you."

Yan Rong sullenly leaned against Zhu Yinbo.

Zhu Yinbo stood in front of the sword, and Yan Rongdun looked at the sky and the earth behind him. From a distance, he saw Elder Pu Shan in a majestic Taoist robe, surrounded by children of different ages in front of him.

What do these children call him Master... Master?

"These are all disciples who have just joined the sect this year." Zhu Yinbo explained, "In the past few years, the number of new disciples has continued to increase."

"Oh."

Yan Rong jumped down, causing the children to raise their heads to look at him.

Yan Rong didn't even turn her head, and walked straight towards Pu Shan.

Although Elder Pu Shan is an elder, he is still the age of a mature man in appearance. In recent years, he has been extraordinarily high-spirited and looks younger than what Yan Rong saw last time.

But I don't know whether it's because I'm getting older and my memory is poor, or I'm pretending and forgetting too much in my mind. Pu Shan watched the apprentice who hadn't seen him for three years come step by step, and couldn't remember how to call it.

After Elder Pu Shan's gaze was fixed on Yan Rong for a while, Yan Rong finally waited until his name came out of his mouth.

"Yan... Yanrong?"

"Master." Yan Rong respectfully responded.

Thanks to the elder brother who mouthed to the master from behind.

Yan Rong glanced at the relieved Zhu Yinbo, then looked at the relieved Elder Pu Shan, and said:

"Master has a great forgetfulness. He has so many apprentices. I'm afraid he can't remember the names of a few of them."

"You, what are you talking about!"

"Didn't Master say that you don't accept disciples casually?"

Elder Pu Shan was taken aback.

She looked dazed, and sure enough, she no longer remembered.

Yan Rong backed away respectfully again, and said with a smile: "It seems that the disciple offended. Then the master is busy first, and the disciple will not disturb."

Zhu Yinbo caught up with him: "Your memory has improved?"

"No, I just remembered it all of a sudden." Yan Rong said, "Brother, do you have something else to do? I shouldn't go to my own room by mistake. You don't need to bring it, brother."

Different from Pu Shan's forgetfulness, Yan Rong has a poor memory, but she remembers some things unexpectedly firmly.

Zhu Yinbo thought he was the only one who remembered the words that Elder Pu Shan himself had long forgotten.Unexpectedly, Yan Rong took it out in front of Elder Pu Shan many years later, which really shocked him.

Zhu Yinbo wanted to ask something else, but Yan Rong suddenly lost interest and walked away alone.

Yan Rong couldn't control her memory.

Inexplicably, I remember clearly what Master Pu Shan said.

I also inexplicably remember the sunny weather at that time, the sound of insects, the rough feeling of the freshly made clothes on my body, and the lines on the generous palms I touched.

I remember my young self lying on Master Pu Shan's lap and playing with Master's fingers without saying a word.

Eldest brother Zhu Yinbo knocked the little bastard Yuan Chunyu on the head, frowned and taught him a lesson: "Chunyu ran around again, have you forgotten the last time you were trapped at the bottom of the valley?"

"Oh, I was careless that time, and there will never be a second time!" Yuan Chunyu yelled, covering her head with her hands and shrinking her neck to dodge. Zhu Yinbo withdrew his hands helplessly, then suddenly threw himself on Yan Rong's back, and waved his hands exaggeratedly on Yan Rong's head, "Do you know that there are so-so many disciples in the next peak!"

"What's so strange about that, Elder Yuanying in the next peak is the most powerful elder in our sect." Zhu Yinbo said.

"However, we only have such a small number of people in Yunwei Peak." Yuan Chunyu compared his fingers and made a metaphor, "It's not as good as one of their fingers."

Zhu Yinbo also said: "Speaking of it, our peak seems to have the fewest disciples in the entire sect."

"Ah? Why is this!"

Yuan Chunyu yelled on Yan Rong's back, making Yan Rong's ears itch.Yan Rong pushed him down, and when she sat on Yuan Chunyu's ass that was twisted like an earthworm, she suddenly became interested in interjecting.

"Because the master can't accept disciples." Yan Rong said.

After Yan Rong finished speaking, she didn't realize what kind of words she said. She just realized that the master, who was watching them playing and laughing kindly, seemed to be blocked by something for a moment.

And Yuan Chunyu, who was crushed by Yan Rong, still followed Yan Rong's words at this time, and said innocently: "So we are few, and it is useless to be the master."

"Uh……"

Zhu Yinbo winked at the two of them, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch.

"Cough cough." Elder Pu Shan let out two light coughs from his throat, "What nonsense are you talking about, master doesn't accept disciples casually."

"Really?" Yuan Chunyu looked at Elder Pu Shan, her eyes were wide open.

"That's right, our Yunwei Peak, we don't want to enter. You see that Yuanying has so many apprentices, he doesn't necessarily remember a few names." Pu Shantian said solemnly, "You guys, with others Children are different, they have a predestined fate with our Yunwei Peak."

In the end, it was just that Pu Shan was thin-skinned, he casually talked about it in order to save face, and then put it behind him.

The disciples were excited for a long time, and later they understood the fact that Pu Shan could not eat grapes and insisted that the grapes were sour, so they tacitly agreed, and no one mentioned it again.

But Yan Rong remembered it for some reason, and never forgot it. She always felt that the inside of the peak was more special than the outside of the peak, more solemn, less casual, and even had a hint of fate.

Although the clothes on his body were rough, they were made by a big man like Pu Shan himself.If there is a hole, he will mend it stitch by stitch by himself. Even if the patch is patched one by one, and the thread of the cuff is twisted here and there, he doesn't feel that he is inferior to other elders and disciples.

After Yan Rong retreated for three years, Yunwei Peak had a long face.

Elder Pu Shan recruited many disciples.

The disciples in the peak all wear brand-new clothes.

Style, of course, is more than just clothes.

The pavilion was repaired.

The original dilapidated house should be replaced.

Yan Rong walked all the way, almost thinking that she lost her way even back to her own room.It wasn't until I saw a small dilapidated house standing silently in a corner in a group of new rooms that I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that my feet were finally in the right place.

It's my own room.

Yan Rong pushed open the door, and heard the familiar creaking sound of the old guy who was touching his hands.

I haven't seen you for three years. There should be a lot of dust inside.Yan Rong thought to herself.

But the moment he stepped in, he saw the person on the bed.

From the corner of the eye, the room was so clean that it didn't look like it had been left unattended for three years.

The two connect...

Yan Rong sighed lightly: "Yuan Chunyu, I don't care about my own nest, and you occupy my room again."

His eyes fell on the clothes of the person on the bed.

New clothes.

But he didn't take good care of it. There was a hole in the new clothes.