Advise Qingshan

Such things as dream-inducing talismans, even in the era when talismans have not declined, can be said to be very unpopular. Nowadays, there are not many people who learn talismans, and even fewer people know about dream-inducing talismans.

After all, this thing has no lethality at all, and the production is extremely complicated. Except for middle-aged and elderly retirees like Ye Jue who are doing nothing and are idle and spanking, almost no one will learn it.

Wen Mang muttered, "Your old man's area of ​​coverage is really wide." Then he got up sleepily, raised his hand to raise a little spiritual light, and Ye Zhuo's left hand led those spark-like spiritual powers, letting them slowly soak in On the hem of Wen Xing's clothes, a spell was ignited in his right hand, and then he lay down beside Wen Xing and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, there was only a dazzling white in front of him.

When he blinked, wiped away the tears from his eyelashes, and looked around, there were thousands of peaks standing in front of him, mountains hidden in white snow, covered by clouds and fog, it was in Xiaquan Palace.

Ye Zhu confirmed his location. At this moment, he was standing on the Linfeng Bridge, leaning on the carved stone pillar and looking down. There was a platform cut out in front of the right. It seemed that someone was fighting, and there was the sound of swords clashing.

He looked from a distance, and saw a group of disciples wearing dark white clothes and black robes standing with swords, at least hundreds of them, they competed in pairs, you come and go, their moves are a little immature, they seem to be cultivators There are not many disciples. .

Ye Zhuo saw Wen Xing among the many disciples at a glance. He was about twelve or thirteen years old, with baby fat on his face, but he was already tall, and his hair was tied up with a plain white hair rope. , he is not yet old enough to wear the crown, but his face is already too clear and handsome. Among the clumsy younger brothers, he already has the posture of being outstanding in the future. He just defeated a man whose cultivation base is higher than his. My senior brother, at this moment, is holding his head high and holding his chest up to accept the congratulations from his senior brother, as proud as a beautiful little crane.

"Really handsome." Ye Zhuo thought, looking around, he floated down from the Linfeng Bridge like a ball of air, floated to the sky above the sword-testing platform, and commented with his chin, "I looked quite cheerful at that time. The vigor of a young man."

He looked at it for a while, and found that Wen Xing was indeed talented, and none of these hundreds of people could beat him, so Ye Zhu clapped his hands in the void, saying, "Not bad."

"Not bad, not bad." The same words suddenly came from the top of Ye Zhuo's head.

Ye Zhu then took two steps back, looked up, and saw an old man in white and black twirling his snow-white beard in mid-air, the hem of his outer robe was all dyed black, which proved that his cultivation was extremely high and his contribution was great. He was looking at Sword Servant, talking to the people around him with a smile, Ye Ju floated over and heard him say, "That little disciple, what's his name, I think the talent is very good, after a few years of practice, he may become a new generation of Sword Servant disciple."

Ye Zhuo took a closer look and found that he was still an acquaintance.

Hundreds of years before his cultivation base was abolished, he occasionally came to Xiaquan to wander around. He saw this old man while he was blowing wind on the Linfeng Bridge. head of the.

In the beginning, Ye Zhu created the Spring Palace and became the Palace Master naturally. Later, someone succeeded him. In order to distinguish him from him, he was only called the head, so this old man is now the most powerful person in Xiaquan Palace.

Sitting next to the old man was a woman in a peach red dress, she should be an elder, different from the kindness and kindness of Taoist Duan Yi, she frowned, looking very serious

"It's almost time for Immortal Lord Chongning to come to this world. This year's disciples must prepare well...Wen Xing is already the best in this year. With this appearance, he can be called a genius, but it is far from being a genius." The world is unparalleled, is this okay?"

Ye Zhuo laughed when he heard the words, and said to himself, "I didn't dare to claim that the world is unparalleled back then, your appetite is big enough."

Taoist Duanyi shook his head, "If you can't do it, you have to do it. I heard that Guangyu Yuanjun on the side of the Changzhou crossing the moon has appeared in the world, and he has taken in a new personal disciple, who will be carefully trained by his side. If we can't even get a sword servant... ..."

The woman sighed, "If you can't even get out of the sword servant disciples, in the past hundred years, you will be firmly crushed by the long boat crossing the moon."

Duan Yi made a final decision, "No matter what, you still need a sword servant."

Ye Zhuo was in a fog, he stroked his chin, "Sword servant disciple? What kind of position is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

So he floated out of the dream, woke up Wen Mang, and finally figured out what was going on in Wen Mang's confused narration.

It turned out that every 500 years or so, when he returned to Xiaquan for a short stay, the sect would ask disciples to serve him. These disciples he thought were randomly assigned were actually sword servants carefully selected by Xiaquan.

It is said to be serving, but Ye Zhuo is actually very good at serving. He has his own living habits and doesn't bother others very much. The young disciple lives next to Ye Zhuo. Ye Zhuo stays in the house most of the time. Just splitting the clouds and mist above his head to bask in the sun, and if he catches up with the young disciple practicing sword in front of the room, he often gives some advice to the young disciple.

Because he likes to walk around the world with different identities, he is afraid of being recognized, so he always wears a veiled hat when he returns to the spring, and he doesn't live long, and the young disciples haven't seen his face yet.

When he re-entered the dream, he happened to be at the original position, only to see Taoist Duanyi sitting in mid-air, and sighed, "Xianjun came back much more diligently than Guangyu Yuanjun, who was crossing the moon in a long boat. It's just that there are so many swordsmen. The talent is extremely high, and I don’t see who the fairy really accepts as a disciple, this time, we are afraid that we will lose the long boat to cross the moon.”

Several people sighed again.

Duan Yi knocked on the armrest, and then asked, "Whose name is the one called Wen Xing now?"

A middle-aged man with a decent face on his right stood up and saluted, "It's just under the disciple's door."

The woman said, "Taoist Suji, the next generation is the only one who still looks good in cultivation. You should be more careful and make sure the immortal accepts him."

——Of course Ye Ju couldn't accept him. At that time, he had already fallen into immortality for many years.

However, Taoist Suji respectfully accepted the order, and even knelt down and kowtowed, "This disciple must be carefully educated, and he will definitely be able to enter the eyes of the immortal king."

The disciples at the bottom finished the sword competition and dispersed. Ye Zhuo followed Wen Xing. The sword is ordinary in shape, the tip of the sword is still ordinary iron, and the only thing that has a bit of spirituality is the decorative jade.

——From disciple to elder, he has never changed his sword.

Wen Xing landed on Chixue Peak all the way, and went to the tower to greet the peak owner.

He walked quickly to the main hall, bowed to Taoist Suji upright, and couldn't hide his joy, "Master, I won the first place in the morning test just now."

The child has won some honor and always wants to share it with the elders, but Taoist Suji sat upright without looking at him, and said with a straight face, "Don't call me master."

The tone was almost reprimanding.

Wen Xing was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, wanted to ask something but didn't dare, after a while, reluctantly said "Yes."

Daoist Suji flicked his sleeves, and said slowly, "I just discussed with the sect master, if you perform well these years, next time the immortal king appears, you will be the sword servant of the immortal king."

Wen Xing suddenly raised his head, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with indescribable joy, as expected by Ye Zhu, when he smiled, there were two small lying silkworms under his eyes, looking lively and cute.

"Really?" He said cautiously, "Choose me to serve as the sword guard for Xianjun?"

This was a good thing at first, but Daoist Suji's expression darkened, he slapped the table suddenly, swung his sleeve and knocked over the teacup, the broken porcelain splashed all over the floor, Wen Xing shrank in fright.

Dao Suji said humanely, "What do you look like? Do you have the strength of a disciple of cultivating immortals? Remember to be very happy and compassionate when cultivating immortals, and you must hold it calmly. You are only the first in the morning test, so you are worthy of your pride. You will serve the immortals in the future , do you want to put on such a face to ask for the praise of Xianjun?"

Wen Xing suddenly turned pale, quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes."

Ye Zhu frowned, and thought, "Why not, worship under my door, don't say you won the first place, I also praise the top ten every day."

Wen Xing obediently withdrew his expression, held it calmly as he asked, lowered his head, "Yes" he wanted to call Master, and considering what he just said, he could only say "Elder."

Taoist Suji snorted coldly, "That's right," and said, "What's your plan for this afternoon?"

Wen Xing looked at his expression carefully, "Zhou Qun and Bai Ziyi told me that what their master taught was too difficult, and some of them couldn't do it. I want to teach them this afternoon."

The disciples of Xiaquan Palace, when they started in the first year, they still had the first and last names of lay people, and in the second year, the master would give them the Taoist number. The two disciples he mentioned should also have just started this year.

Unexpectedly, with a wave of Suji's wide sleeves, the celadon teacup smashed towards Wen Xing's shoulder, "You have learned how much of what you taught in the morning class, and you are here to show off and teach others." ?”

Wen Xing was in pain, but he didn't dare to hide, so he argued in a low voice, "I don't dare... I don't think I'm self-confident..."

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Suji interrupted, "Look at your appearance, when you visit Xianjun's door in the future, you want to talk back to him like this?"

Wen Xing bowed his head and remained silent.

Su Ji snorted coldly, "I've met your two lay friends, they are not very talented, you should spend more time practicing swordsmanship, so as not to waste your great talent, and hang out with those people all day, how do you deserve it?" The title of Shangxianjun's disciple?"

Wen Xing lowered his head even lower, "Yes, elder."

Taoist Suji looked at him in disgust, "It's not good to kneel straight, have you learned the rules? Sword-wielding disciples must be the strictest on themselves. Do you understand?" Seeing Wen Xing kneeling up, he raised his head slightly and his posture was correct. Afterwards, he nodded and said, "It's not considered rotten wood that can't be carved. You go to the library first in the afternoon, copy the biography of Xianjun twice, and practice swords at night, understand?"

Ye Zhu frowned, "I understand your size."

Wen Xing only lowered his head, "Yes, elder."

Wen Xing's introduction time is too short, the flying sword is still stumbling, and he has never learned bigu, and a special disciple brings him food. Wen Xing returned to his room and sat there for a long time. Someone knocked on his window .

Wen Xingzhi opened the window, leaned out half of his body, and his tone suddenly became pleasantly surprised, "Ziyi? Zhou Qun?" He looked around, "Why are you here?"

Bai Ziyi dragged the dinner plate in his hand, and quietly stuffed it in a paper bag. It turned out to be a bunch of candied haws. "Here, here, for you, we brought it from the world."

Wen Xing lowered his head, "Thank you."

Bai Ziyi passed the dinner plate through the window and hung it on his window, expecting, "Where are we going to learn Yujian this afternoon? When I flew over today, it was not stable at all and almost fell."

Talented disciples like them usually start with such small things as delivering food, to see if there is a master who is interested in it, and choose to be a disciple.

Wen Xing showed an apologetic expression, and said, "Probably it's too late, Elder Suji said that I might be a sword servant for Immortal Chongning, and asked me to learn something first."

Bai Ziyi and Zhou Qun looked at each other, both showing astonished expressions, "Really? So powerful?"

Zhou Qun said, "Well, since you have something to do in the afternoon, we won't bother you in the afternoon."

Wen Xing hesitated for a moment, as if he had something to say, Bai Ziyi poked him, "Say something quickly, what do you want to say?"

Wen Xing climbed onto the table and stood shoulder to shoulder with his companions, "Do you know what kind of disciple Chongning Xianjun would like?" He paused, and said in a low voice, "He is so powerful. Won't you dislike me?"

"How do I know what Xianjun likes?" Zhou Qun said, "However, when I went to Xiaoxuan Peak, I saw Elder Su Qing, the sword servant disciple of the previous generation, according to his appearance..." He thought for a while, and gestured " How should I put it, it's like Bingxue, with meticulous clothing and a very upright and serious look. Oh, if it's good enough, Xianjun will definitely like it."

Bai Ziyi said, "I heard that Elder Suqing once encountered a demon cultivator and broke a leg. He returned to the sect without saying a word, ninja pain, and gave morning lessons to his disciples expressionlessly. I heard from senior brothers that he was very calm and forbearing. , with a tenacious personality, Immortal Chongning probably likes this."

Wen Xing was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice, "So he won't like me like this."

"I can't take the medicine for a broken leg. Is this a panic?" Ye Zhu thought, "Damn it, I like you like this."

He seemed to know how Wen Xing's character was acquired. When Ye Jue saw Wen Xing for the first time, he felt that the elder's internal and external personalities were very different. He obviously had a gentle foundation, so he should be that elder. This kind of love smiles and is gentle, very pleasing to children, but Zhou Sheng's aura is so cold that he wants to freeze everything, which always makes people feel unharmonious.

In the afternoon, Wen Xing went to the Cangjing Pavilion according to his words. He copied "Chongning Immortal Biography" three times. Ye Ju watched him copy, and in it he wished that all the hairs of the immortals would be praised as giant pillars. In the end, he couldn't bear it. The desire to vomit rolled aside and floated in a lower corner, where the small shadow under Wen Xing's eyelashes could be seen, but the contents of the book could not be seen.

The writing is dense and full of hype, and it is very thick. Ye Zhuo didn't even have the patience to finish reading it. Wen Xing hung his wrists for the whole afternoon, and his hands were shaking when he left the Sutra Pavilion. When he flew back to Chixue Peak, From a distance, he saw the figure of Taoist Suji.

Ye Zhuo muttered, "What the hell is this old man doing?"

However, Wen Xing's face turned pale when he saw Suji, he quickened his speed, and kneeled in front of Suji respectfully.

Holding the bunch of candied haws at noon in his hand, Suji said coldly, "Do you know your mistake?"

Wen Xing kowtowed, "Disciple... I know my mistake."

Suji said, "You memorize it by yourself, what is the most important thing for a monk to enter the Tao."

Wen Xingdao "Abandon external desires and preserve the way of heaven."

Suji sneered, "Then how can you be a disciple of the Immortal Monarch if you are so heavy on your appetite?"

So with a throw in his hand, the sugar stick cut off half of Wen Xing's bundled hair.

The cleanliness of hair is an extremely important part of etiquette, monks with disheveled hair crowns are the most ridiculed, because of this, Wen Xing did not dare to take half a step on Chixue Peak for half a year.Under the supervision of Taoist Suji, during this period he practiced sword day and night, he had a high fever, his tendons in his hands were broken seven times, and his tiger's mouth was shattered 23 times.

In the beginning, he would beg for mercy, and Suji would tell him to kneel on the snow all night. Later, his expression became less and less, and he didn't even frown when his muscles were torn. When I know what I dreamed, I will be quiet, and two very clear tears will roll down.

——Of course when he was crying, he certainly didn't know that his efforts were destined to be meaningless, because Immortal Chongning had no choice but to accept him as a disciple.

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