Tiansheng 15 years

I'm afraid this term is quite new to Liang Feiqin.When he was very young, he was hugged by someone he didn't know well, and he would try his best to try to get away, and he didn't say a word during the process, but he found it interesting and laughed out loud.

At that time, whether it was the senior sisters or brothers who were teasing him, or other uncles and uncles who were not familiar with him, they would happily tell his senior master Ming Sheng: This child is not afraid of life at all. promising.

And his master would reply without humility at all: Of course!He is my grandson!

When he was a little older and could walk and run, he loved to run around.That day, the weather was fine, and a lot of flower petals floated down the corridor. He cheered and ran around, stepping on the petals under his feet.After a few laps, he slowed down his pace and his beating heart in his chest.

He saw the figure of a young man standing tall and straight in the light veil on the corridor, his figure in white clothes like snow, clean and lonely like the first snow in winter.At that time, he didn't know what loneliness was, but when he knew it, he was already deeply in love and couldn't extricate himself.

In the early years, when he accidentally heard the maid who took care of him talk about the first meeting he didn't remember, and how scary that 13-year-old boy was, he sneered and said: I never know what fear is.Then he unintentionally talked a lot about how the maid who took care of him was in front of the teacher.The master heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning, so he replaced his maid on the same day, picked a batch of words for him and put them in his hall.

He never thought Luo Yang was scary, on the contrary, he liked the breath of Luo Yang very much, it was as clean and transparent as the first snow, and it was so cool and refreshing.

When he was old enough to go down the mountain, he was only curious about the sights he had never seen before, and he was never afraid, even when he saw a huge and terrifying water monster in Luwei River.

He had never been afraid in his life, and he never knew what it was to be afraid.

However, Luo Yang asked this... He said in a arrogant tone: "I have never known what to be afraid of, and I will not in the future."

After Luo Yang was silent for a while, he said: "I hope you will always be like this." It is not afraid that it is a good thing, he hopes that he will always be like this.

Liang Feiqin raised his eyebrows jokingly, and said, "It's always been like this? Do you really hope so?"

"Yes."

Looking at Luo Yang's cold and serious expression, Liang Feiqin endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back. He raised his hand to cover the upward curve of his lips, turned his back to Luo Yang, and laughed silently.

After a while, he caressed the corner of his mouth and said, "I have received your wish." Then a smile crept up the corner of his lips unconsciously.He noticed it, quickly pressed it down hard, and said uncomfortably: "It's getting late, let's go back."

"No, son." Luo Yang glanced in the direction of the village, and said, "I can't go back now, I can't." The killing in the village is not over yet, and he doesn't want to go back.

"why?"

Liang Feiqin, who was waiting for Luo Yang's answer, did not arrive for a long time. He turned around and found that Luo Yang was not there at all.

what?Can't you just say it's disappearing?Liang Feiqin hammered the table angrily, leaned on the chair unhappily, with a bored expression on his face.

What happened to Luo Yang to disappear!Is it really okay to just put me here?Are you afraid that something will happen to me?Or are there other people around?

Liang Feiqin kept tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingers, pondered for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​forcing Luo Yang to show up by trying himself.

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether it is or not.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes and calmed down, trying not to think about anything, forcing himself to let go of his thoughts and enter a state of half awake and half asleep.

In a daze, he felt a cold palm reaching towards his forehead, and after a brief pause, he took advantage of the trend to cover his palm.After subconsciously clasping it backhand, he comfortably rubbed his warm cheek. After being so tired for a while, he opened his eyes but only saw the invisible wind blowing, and there was no one else in the field except him.

"Could it be a dream?" But why isn't the dream the same as usual!Thinking of the scene that appeared in his dream since that day, not only his mouth was dry, but his face was red.Although no one was around, he still took cold tea to relieve his unrealistic delusions.

The cold tea entered his lungs from his throat. Although he succeeded in extinguishing the heat in his heart, another emotion took the upper hand.

He doesn't often feel aggrieved, even if he occasionally hears people talking about him being an abandoned son born by a mother but not taught by a father, at most he feels angry, and he has never felt wronged or sad.

Rarely did he feel wronged, and there was only one person who could give him that feeling, and although it was usually trivial things, he just felt wronged.

This never-before-seen feeling weighed heavily on his heart, but he never thought of telling his teacher about the strange thing, and then let him vent his anger on his behalf.

He is usually wronged for a while, and then he will be cleared away by Luo Yang's unintentional action.He was young at that time, and his brothers and sisters could not come to see him often, and besides Luo Yang, there was only his maid and sister who took care of his daily life.

He felt that Luo Yang had made him wronged, and he could not tell the person who made him feel this way, nor could he tell the maids, because telling them would be equivalent to telling the master.And once the master knew, Luo Yang might be replaced. He was worried that he would not see Luo Yang in the future, so he didn't say anything, let himself be wronged for a while and then healed up, and the cycle continued until last year.

Last year when he was 15 years old, the teacher granted his request to go down the mountain.At that time, he was too happy, lost his manners, broke into the place where he shouldn't trespass, and fell into the quagmire of mistakes.

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely wait outside obediently instead of...the past cannot be looked back, he might have to recite sutras in his heart if he thinks about it.

After drinking another cup of cold tea, he felt that the fiery emotion in his chest just now completely subsided.

"The current hour should be Shenshi." He glanced at the sky, not sure.

Ah, forget it, never mind, he is a little hungry now, and Luo Yang is not here, so he can only go back.But as soon as he remembered what happened in the village before, his hunger disappeared.

Are you going to go back or not!He lay down on the table, staring at the landscape figures on the teapot, entangled.But soon he didn't have to worry about it anymore, because Luo Yang came back, although he didn't come alone, but a group of people.But as long as the Luoyang people come, it is enough for him to be happy.

Although he didn't know the people around Luo Yang, he knew from the clothes and accessories that they were Weiji's direct disciples.

Hulan is the inner garment, and Ultramarine is the outer shirt. These are the clothes that only disciples of Weiji's direct line can wear.On the black girdle of the young man walking in the forefront, there is a black jade ring tied around his waist, which represents that he is the unique decision maker in Weiji's new generation.

decider.Songheyan's generation of decision-makers are disciples of the mountain master, about ten years older than him, but their cultivation has reached the peak of the foundation-building period. His teacher, Ming Sheng, once said to him: In less than 20 years, this son will definitely become the next generation. A Jindan real person.

He said disdainfully: What's the matter, isn't Luo Yang the same.What is there to be proud of, having the ability to be the second ascension of Songheyan.

The master tapped his head with a ruler, and said: There are so many young talents, but few can make it to the end.But the mountain master is different, he will be a good mountain master just like his master, just wait and see.

He was extremely disapproving in his heart, but he had no interest in arguing with Master, so he nodded perfunctorily and said: Yes, Master, you are right, Dong Su has been taught.

Old Ancestor Ming Sheng saw his perfunctory, didn't say anything, just waved his hand to let him go out.

After he bid farewell to his master, he frightened his junior uncle in the corridor, and then slowly walked out of the master's Songying leisure hall.

On the way, when passing by the largest martial arts arena along the Songhe River, he happened to catch a glimpse of the person he had just talked about discussing with his sister.After weighing it in his heart, he chose to ignore it.

He is no longer a child, and if his sister pinches his face in public again, his face will be saved there!

The number of times he has met Xiao Shanzhu can be counted on the fingers, almost always with his brothers and sisters.He doesn't know much about Xiao Shanzhu's personality, he only knows that he is a young man who loves to laugh, and he doesn't know the rest.But seeing the details, he thought that such an amiable and dignified person should be their decision maker along the Songhe River.

The same is the feeling given to him by the decider of Weiji. He doesn't need to approach or talk to him. He just sees the other party, and he probably knows the other party's temperament.

He stood up from the chair, waited for the other party to approach, cupped his hands and said: "Friends, Dao. We are at Desu along the Xiasong River." For those who are not familiar with the report number, after getting familiar with it, it is time to exchange names or address words, now what? They don't know each other well.

"It's not a long-term strategy." The decision maker in front replied.

"Weiji Changyun." A sturdy young man who really didn't look like a cultivator handed out his Taoist name.

Yun, the beauty and quality of bamboo skin.From the appearance to the physique of this young man, he really doesn't have the charm of bamboo at all. I'm really sorry for his Dao name.

"Weiji's long notes."

"Weiji Changzhu."

"Weiji grows old."

The above three are all young men who are crowned, but the last one is a thin boy with dodgy eyes.

"Weiji grows a cluster." He cupped his hands in a soft voice.After speaking, he hid behind the young man named Changyun, while the other five didn't say anything or do anything.

That's interesting!

Liang Feiqin smiled from the bottom of his heart, but he looked puzzled on his face. He looked at Luo Yang and asked, "Where did you meet?"

"On the way to the village." Luo Yang walked to his side, waved his hand, first put away the tables and chairs, and then added: "They came here after seeing the distress signal along the Songhe River."

"Since you came here after seeing the distress signal, why did you come here instead of going directly to the village?"

"Because the fellow Taoists from Chunmei Pavilion have already passed by, we will just watch from the sidelines." Weiji's Taoist name Chang Ce said so.

"Chunmei Pavilion? Fellow Daoist Chang Ce, do you know who is the leader of Chunmei Pavilion this time?" If it was someone, he had better avoid it, after all, he was hated because he stood by and watched.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Fellow Daoist Jingwan."