How many times the group portrait is spring

When it was sunny again in the morning, Mo Lingyun took two steamed buns from the dining hall and gnawed on them. The green bull that transported him took him to the morning class and walked out leisurely; the disciples around him shouted respectfully and were still gnawing Brother Mo Lingyun of Mantou made him feel really embarrassed.

Today's general education class was taught by an older teacher, who talked a lot of theories and protracted the tone, making many students drowsy. Mo Lingyun held his face and pretended to listen to the class seriously, but his thoughts were early Fly to the heavens.

He is now an official beginner disciple, so the master should teach him to draw qi into the body, right?I just don't know when it will be taught.

God knows how much he doesn't want to go to the martial arts hall to practice basic skills and zama stance!Standing among a pile of radish heads shorter than him, anyone passing by will know how eye-catching he is.

After the usual class, Mo Lingyun rode the cow leisurely back to Lingxiao Hall. He shook the green grass in his hand to feed Brother Niu, while thinking that the field he planted at the back of the hall would not know when it would sprout. The out-and-out people from the southern border really don't understand the climate and farming in the northern border, but they are used to opening a piece of land for themselves, and they can't control it here.

Brother Niu stepped on the wet and soft ground after the rain with his hooves, and he was about to reach the Lingxiao Temple after two more circles. Occasionally, pine needles would fall down with the congealed rainwater. Mo Lingyun stretched out his hand to catch it, and his palm felt wet.

He looked up and saw that the daylight was just right, and further away, his master was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at an unknown scenery in the distance, Mo Lingyun raised his hand and called out to his master, Jing Rong lowered his eyes upon hearing the sound.

After a while, Jing Rong silently stood beside Qing Niu, and Mo Lingyun also jumped off the back of the cattle, leading the cattle and walking up the mountain with Jing Rong, he could feel that his master was not in a good mood, Perhaps it was because of the relapse of Master Ning's old illness.

"Master, let me tell you, today's new general education teacher is very serious." He started with a brisk tone. After several months of getting along with him, he was used to Mo Lingyun telling him and listening. Mo Lingyun seemed like He will never be unhappy, and his optimistic atmosphere can always easily infect others.

"There are also the seeds I planted at the back of the palace. I went to see them before morning class this morning. The seedlings have sprouted and should be harvested in a while." Mo Lingyun talked about some simple things, the tone was still light, and the scene Rong unconsciously stretched his brows, humming from time to time to show that he was listening.

Outside Lingxiao Hall, Mo Lingyun patted the back of the cow to signal that Brother Niu could go back to his shed. When he turned his head to look at Jing Rong, he saw that his expression had eased a lot. The two eyes collided. He said: "From tomorrow onwards, you don't have to go to the Martial Arts Hall, just follow me first."

"Okay! Master!" Mo Lingyun nodded sharply. God knows how long he has been waiting for Jing Rong's words. Will he officially enter the ranks of monks from tomorrow?

Half a month later, Qing Yunfeng heard that Ning Qing was in good health, and heard that he had resigned from his job as a lecturer and went to Wanshitang to hang his name tag at the demon town.

Jing Rong held the letter with no emotion on his face, and Mo Lingyun couldn't see how he was feeling. After a while, he heard Jing Rong say: "Zhelan invited us to have a gathering at Chunlan Hall, Lingyun, do you want to go?"

"Master, I will go."

Chunlan Palace is located in Qingyun Peak. Qingyun Peak, as the peak where medical practitioners and alchemists merged, accommodated a sword cultivator disciple. A large part of the reason was that Ning Qing was in poor health, lived nearby, and could see a doctor in time if he fell ill.

Mo Lingyun was brought to Chunlan Palace by Jing Rong Yujian. After all, the sect's rule is that Yuan Ying can fly in the sect with Yujian in the future. His first impression of Chunlan Palace is that it is full of spring. In such a vibrant scene, even the temperature seems to be higher than their Lingxiao Palace.

Such a livable place with excellent scenery is actually very suitable for the temperament of the occupants. As for Ning Qing's illness, it is not obvious from his appearance. He is as gentle and elegant as a spring moon willow. Bring a breath of life.

It may be because of his lack of spiritual roots.

However, this person was congenitally ill, even Qingxuan Taoist, the master of Qingyun Peak, was helpless.

Ning Qing invited them here this time to invite them to drink almond tea. I heard that the raw materials are all picked and ground by himself, and the taste is very good.

Yun Jing and Mo Lingyun drank tea and ate snacks earnestly, but Jing Rong took a sip of tea and put it down, asking in a deep voice: "Zhelan, what are you doing to put up a sign in Wanshitang?"

"I have been in the sect for ten years, and I have to go out to have a look." Ning Qing poured another cup of tea for Yun Jing, his movements were steady.

"Really going down the mountain?"

"Ah."

The atmosphere between the two froze for a moment, Yun Jing and Mo Lingyun did not dare to say anything, which made silence flow in this very spring-warm hall.

It wasn't until Yunjing choked on a candy cake that he choked and coughed to break the silence. Mo Lingyun hurriedly handed her water, and Ning Qing softened his expression consciously, pursed his lips slightly and said, "I know what I'm doing, I am also responsible for what I have done, so brothers and sisters don’t have to worry too much.”

Jing Rong turned his eyes away and ignored him, but Yun Jing whispered: "Brother, after so many years, do you still want to look for him?"

"Yes." Ning Qing answered clearly, "It doesn't matter if it's ten years, or a hundred years, or a thousand years."

Mo Lingyun forgot what Jing Rong said behind him, but this small gathering generally broke up on a bad note.

He accompanied Jing Rong in Lingxiao Peak in the forest until midnight, and Mo Lingyun felt that the temperature in Lingxiao Peak was really lower than that in Qingyun Peak.

Jing Rong doesn't know the cold and warm, he is dressed in jade white clothes, with beautiful cloud patterns, and the moonlight is pouring down between the cliffs under the pine, he is the fairy under the moon.

It was silent for half the night, before Mo Lingyun froze into an old dog, Jing Rong opened his mouth.

He asked: "Ling Yun, is this worldly emotion really important?"

"I don't know... I don't know, Master." Mo Lingyun was at a loss for words. He was a bachelor as long as he could remember, and he didn't know much about family and friendship. If we count now, his ties in this world are only one. master.

"I don't understand either." Jing Rong lowered his eyes, as if asking and answering himself.

"Is there anything in this world that the master doesn't understand?" Mo Lingyun tilted his head. In his eyes, his master is an omnipotent and omniscient existence. He could hear from Jing Rong today that he didn't know anything. Understand these words.

"I practice the ruthless way, so I really don't understand." Jing Rong didn't raise his eyes, and his tone was lower, "I don't understand why Zhelan is so stubborn."

"Because there is something in the heart."

"Is there something in your heart?"

"Bondage, bondage between people and so on. Father and son are bondage, brother and sister are bondage, relatives have bondage, friends also have bondage, people who love each other have bondage, master and I There are also."

"Me and you?"

"Master-student bonds, one day is a teacher and a lifetime is a teacher. Master, you are my master, and it will never change."

"So that's how it is..." Jing Rong seems to understand, he has contacted very few people, and there are only a handful of people who can leave their names. The ones who are closer are only master Tianquan Taoist, junior brother Ning Qing and junior sister Yun Jing , and his apprentice, Mo Lingyun.

These may all be regarded as so-called bonds, but they are not as stubborn as Zhelan.

Jing Rong thought about it, Mo Lingyun naturally didn't have to follow him to blow the wind on the side of the mountain, in fact, it wasn't Jing Rong who took him to blow the wind, it was simply that he wanted to follow Jing Rong.

But the next day, as expected, Mo Lingyun had a fever.

The doctor at Qihuangtang prepared the medicine for him, and the boy went to decoct the medicine as instructed, leaving only Jing Rong beside his couch.

Mo Lingyun felt that his fever was worth it, and it was the first time he saw an emotion called bewilderment in Jing Rong's eyes.

"It's for the teacher..."

"It's okay, Master, I'm fine." Mo Lingyun interrupted, "Don't look at me like this now, I'll be... Ah Choo later!"

Someone Mo who slapped him in the face on the spot smiled awkwardly: "It's really fine..."

"It's my lack of thoughtfulness."

Jing Rong watched as Mo Lingyun drank the medicine before rushing out to do other things. Not long after he left, Yunjing came to visit Mo Lingyun with food.

Yun Jing didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence that she would be a visiting patient. At first, she just wanted to chat with someone, but now it's okay for Mo Lingyun to lie down and listen to her chat.

"Senior Brother Ning went down the mountain to eliminate demons. I'm so bored in Qingyun Peak." Yun Jing sighed, "By the way, Nephew, you look strong, why are you sick?"

"Little uncle, try blowing the half-night mountain wind of Lingxiao Peak?"

"So brave?"

"...Don't mention it." Mo Lingyun choked, and changed the subject: "Uncle Ning went down the mountain so soon?"

"That's right, with senior brother's level, he has a lot of tasks to choose from." Yun Jing slammed his mouth.

"Does every disciple have to go to exterminate demons?" Mo Lingyun recalled the first time he and Jing Rong met, it seemed that Jing Rong went to the southern border to exorcise demons.

"No, this is optional. Foundation-building and above disciples who are interested in eliminating demons can go to the Hall of All Things to register. There are many tasks there, and you can choose the difficulty by yourself. It's no problem to be with disciples of the same sect. The rewards will be different after becoming a disciple. .”

"Is exterminating the demon the same as destroying the demon?"

"No, all the monsters with names in Wanshitang have done evil in the world."

"Then how do we deal with them?" Mo Lingyun continued to ask.

"If the crime is less serious, then shut down the Demon Tower." Yun Jing said meaninglessly.

"What about the heinous ones?"

"Exceeded on the spot."

"...?" It was decisive enough, as expected of a monk.

"By the way, there is also a scoreboard for eliminating demons." Yun Jing suddenly lowered his tone, "The number one on the list now is Master Qin Qin Wujian, who you haven't seen before, and the big demon can't wait to hear his name." Shake three times."

"Huh?" Mo Lingyun became interested.

Unexpectedly, Yun Jing immediately continued: "After you go down the mountain, if there are monsters who dare to bully you, you can shout, I am Qin Wujian from Xuantian Sect! Then they will not dare to bully you."

"Little uncle, are you serious?" Mo Lingyun hesitated to speak.

"Of course." Yunjing took it for granted.

"Why do I feel like you're lying to me..."

The two of them talked nonsense all morning, and the time passed quickly. They had just learned from the Zhenyao Tower where the cakes were delicious, and the boy who delivered lunch and medicine came over, and brought Jing Rong's advice: more Drinking hot water and talking less is bad for your throat.

The two of them who had been careless all morning were silent at the same time. How could they have forgotten that the power of Daojun Yuanying, even if a flower and a leaf trembled thousands of miles away, he could hear it clearly.

"I didn't say anything, brother, please listen to my explanation." Yun Jing said to himself.

Mo Lingyun obediently drank the medicine and remained silent. With Jing Rong's temperament, he had no intention of eavesdropping on others' speech. Today, he probably worried that Mo Lingyun was alone, leaving a wisp of consciousness here. At most, he just listened to the beginning, and he was 100% not listening to what Yunjing said at the moment.

But the master asked him to protect his throat, so it's better not to tell the little uncle.Thinking this way, Mo Lingyun took another sip of the medicine, which was a bit bitter.

When Jing Rong came back in the twilight, Mo Lingyun was feeding Brother Niu. He was in good health and had just entered Taoism. After taking medicine and resting for a long time, his illness was almost healed.

Jing Rong watched him feed the cow, and asked after the feeding was over, "Does Ling Yun have any way to cultivate?"

Since Mo Lingyun worshiped him as his teacher, he must become a swordsman, but this swordsmanship is also divided into several ways.

Such as the distinction between the heavy sword and the soft sword, such as the two major sword cultivators, the Wuqing Dao and the Xiaoyao Dao.

"It doesn't seem to be." Mo Lingyun clapped his hands to shake off the dirt, washed his hands clean again, and moved to Jing Rong's side.

"Then I'll give you three days to think about it." Jing Rong handed over a jade plaque, "This is the nameplate of the Library Pavilion, you can read what's written in the book, and combine yourself to think about which way you want to go."

"it is good."