Master, please stop your playful behavior

Snow-covered and cloud-shrouded Kunlun Mountains, looking north, there is Huaijiang Mountain, which is the top of Kunlun Mountains, and ordinary people call it the land of Xuanyuan.There is a saying in the lower realm:

"Climbing is the spirit, it can make wind and rain."

In fact, the people living there are not gods who can call wind and rain, but monks who are most likely to become immortals.The Xuanyuan Sect, the number one sect in the cultivation world, is located here.

This place is already on the top of a high mountain, and it should be an extremely cold place, but because of a sky-defying barrier, it has resisted the wanton invasion of wind and snow. The territory in the barrier is no longer wrapped in cold winter, but has spring, summer, autumn and winter. , the four seasons are warm and cold.

But there is a mountain peak that is still covered with snow and lifeless, which seems out of place with the rest of the sect.The north side of the mountain is as high as the sky, and there is no one to come and go.But there is a dead tree growing on this kind of land. If you look closer, you will find a few delicate flower buds growing out of it, as if trying to add a touch of color to the lonely and pale scene.

Under the tree, a man in a snow-white robe stood quietly, carefully looking at these unformed bracts, his fingertips slightly brushed the bracts, his eyes were full of indescribable tenderness.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you still remember me?"

The corners of the man's lips were slightly hooked, forming a perfect arc, and his black eyes were clear and bright, as if the breeze was bright and the sun was warm in winter.But because of a red mole under the left eye, this delicate face has added a bit of blood.

At this time, the sky sword array flashed by, and a gentle voice appeared behind him: "Did you only remember to visit your plum blossom tree once you left the customs?"

I saw him wearing a fluttering green dress, wearing a jade crown on his head, and his clear eyebrows and eyes revealing that he is not stained with dust. He is not only like a god who has achieved Taoism in the upper world, but also a medical immortal in the lower world who is compassionate and hangs a pot to save the world.

"Senior brother Gongsun has also become good at teasing people?" The man in the bright clothes under the plum tree didn't turn his head, only the bright red that hadn't bloomed in winter in his eyes.

Tsing Yi Xianjun chuckled, but did not answer, but asked:

"Your departure is really shocking, and you chose a good time. Do you remember when it will be ten days from now?"

"What day?"

The man in Tsing Yi was about to say something, but suddenly hesitated, as if he remembered something, he could not help but sigh.But the words spoken are like water poured out, which can never be taken back.

"Next month is the day to choose disciples."

Originally, he was worried that his junior brother would go mad again due to bad memories, but he didn't expect the man in white to turn and face him with no emotion on his face.

"I would like to share my worries for my senior brother."

Tsing Yi Xianjun thought that the other party had misunderstood his intentions, and hurriedly explained: "Senior brother didn't mean that! I just thought that you have already reached the stage of Mahayana, so you can be regarded as a teacher..."

"Yes, that's why I want to take in apprentices." The man in white understood his words and spoke bluntly.

"And, it's handed down."

Immortal in Tsing Yi was stunned for a while, without commenting, he asked, "Why?"

"If I have another accident, I won't have another lucky decade."

The man in white still had an indifferent expression, but the words he said hit his senior brother's heart fiercely.

What happened ten years ago, the man in Tsing Yi learned about it later, when he was traveling abroad, when he heard that his father’s newly recruited closed-door disciple was seriously injured, he rushed back day and night, finally pulled him back from the gate of hell, and recuperated his wounds It didn't get better for ten years, and it turned out that people went crazy.

But right now, he didn't want the little junior brother who had just recovered to think wildly, so he agreed first.

"Okay, don't worry too much, they all need experience, and it won't be too late to choose after they pass the entrance examination."

"All according to senior brother's orders." The white-clothed man's tone was as calm as water, without any waves, but there was cunning in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth evoked joy that was hard to detect by others.After Senior Brother Gongsun left, he focused on the unflowered branches again, and whispered softly:

"My dear disciple, the master is here."

In the guest room of an inn at the foot of Huaijiang Mountain, Shan Yunhan was lying on the head of the bed, holding the tea that had just been presented in his hand, and just took a sip, but was startled by the words of the boy beside him, the hot water overflowed, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

"The closed door disciple Feng Yixue, who has been silent for many years, has left the closed door."

"Also, it's the Mahayana period."

……

Little bastard, occupying his body, what a sight!

"Do you have a way to let me avoid this person and sneak into the Xuanyuan sect?" Shan Yun was so cold that his liver hurt, and he swallowed it without caring about the water temperature.

This young man was by his side when he woke up. He looked exactly like Ye Zhu who might have passed away, but if you observe carefully, there are still subtle differences, and his temperament is also very different.This person was so cold that the two of them hardly communicated much.

The boy next to him replied, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Ah Zhu didn't give it to you?" The young man's indifferent face finally changed, showing disbelief.Then he sneered again, and the words he said were a bit ugly:

"That's right. He always likes to play around with you. He doesn't have a proper shape. It's strange to prepare for you. If he doesn't think about making progress, he deserves to die now."

Anyway, Xiao Zhu had the kindness of saving his life for him, but he didn't understand what happened, so Shan Yunhan could only hold back his anger and pretended to be calm: "How do you know he's dead?"

"We are blood relatives, and the demon cultivator can perceive the closest relatives. I told him before that it is useless to practice spiritual enchantment. If I hadn't responded in time, I am afraid that you would have died in Jiuquan. However, he is still Thank you for your kindness."

Shan Yunhan's heart was empty, and he felt a little lost.

It turned out that the fairy in the dream was indeed in the dream...

The young man didn't seem to want to discuss this topic anymore, he took out a sandalwood box from his waist, which contained a black elixir, then put it into the water to faint, and handed it to Shan Yunhan.

"Fortunately, I was prepared. This is an illusion pill, which can only change the appearance, but in it, the spirit grass fairy root here is added. After you take it, you will be no different from ordinary people, and you can practice ordinary immortals. technique."

Shan Yunhan didn't even think about it, he just took a breath.

If he was using the skin of the guardian of the demon world, he might be blocked and killed before entering the Xuanyuan sect's mountain gate.

After swallowing the pill, he didn't feel any obvious discomfort at first, just a fever all over his body, as if something had taken root in his blood.Then there was a dense stinging pain in his heart, which made him faint on the ground.

But when he woke up, he was sleeping soundly on the bed, and the quilt was tucked up so well that no wind could get in.

When Shan Yunhan saw the dark blue sky, he knew it was evening and was about to get up and eat something.Putting on the boots, I found that the shoes that just fit were one size too big, and the clothes were too loose.

Does this medicine work?

He got up and found a bronze mirror that was the same height as a person, and found that he had changed directly from a grown man to a clean boy who had not reached the weak crown.

He used to find it troublesome not to tie his hair up, but he lost the habit over time. Now he just finds a random hair tie to tie up his black hair, and the broken hair hanging down his forehead can't stop his youthful vigor.

Shan Yunhan looked at the strange but familiar handsome face, and smiled unconsciously, showing his sharp little canine teeth, dangerous and innocent.

What a deceiving face.

There was a set of well-fitting clothes beside the bed. It seemed that the boy who didn't like to talk was very considerate and had prepared everything for him long ago.

Suddenly there was a fierce quarrel not far from the window, Shan Yunhan, who was used to being clean, couldn't help frowning, grabbed a coat and ran out.

As soon as he went out, he saw a few casual cultivators arguing endlessly.

"This Feng Yixue has been in seclusion for so long before. It was rumored that he became a useless person. I didn't expect that it was a sparrow that jumped into a phoenix. What a surprise, it has reached the Mahayana period! I must worship him as my teacher, and he will definitely accept it. I am a disciple!"

Someone immediately refuted:

"Who are you? Do you know his past identity? Do you still worship him as a teacher?"

Shan Yunhan felt curious after hearing this: Oh?Who is this person, and can he still know the past of the head disciple?

"Who am I, you don't need to know now. I don't care who Feng Yixue was in the past. You just need to know that he is the head's closed disciple, and I will be his closed disciple!" He is a son of a rich family, but his words are full of arrogance, which makes people feel disgusted.

The person who confronted him was unwilling to admit defeat, and continued to refute: "Since you don't know, I'll tell you. Feng Yixue, like his first master, colluded with the demon clan and betrayed the master's sect! He killed his brothers and feet!"

At this moment, the warm blood flowing in Shan Yunhan's body was completely cooled.He looked at the man in shock and fear.

The ten-year nightmare kept flashing back, and the wailing ghosts and ghosts in it came to seek his life.

More and more people gathered here, stood aside and listened, and they would help out from time to time, and they would help whatever was right.

"You don't want to spitting blood! Look at your poor appearance, you can see that your foundation is too weak, you are jealous of talents! I advise you, don't go to the Xuanyuan Sect's new disciple entry test, so as not to be ashamed! Hahahaha!"

"You! You speak so uneducated, and you really think you are a person when you wear clothes?" The person who was arguing with the young master was indeed wearing only a single shirt with a few holes that hadn't been repaired. When the breeze blew, he could I found that the body under the clothes was hungry and thin, and I really felt that I was not covered by clothes and had no food to eat.If it weren't for the long sword that looked rusty in his hand, I really think this person is a beggar along the street, who came here to beg.

"Don't push your nose! My family is blood related to the Xuanyuan family. The head of Gongsun is still relative to us. If you go in, you are the inner sect. What are you, dare to scold me?"

Everyone's complexion changed instantly, and there was a lot of discussion. They wanted to say something fair for the poor poor boy, but if the rich man really had something to do with the legendary Xuanyuan clan with the strongest spiritual vein, no one would dare to offend him.

No matter which world you are in, only the strong have the right to speak.

Although the founding master of the Xuanyuan School is a descendant of the Xuanyuan family, his original intention of seeking immortality was to prolong the life of the human race and reduce the pain of life and death.The name of the sect is Xuanyuan, which is also to remember the legacy of the ancestors, and to benefit the common people as its mission.Therefore, those who have a relationship with the Xuanyuan family always have an indescribable sense of pride.

The young master, who was originally irrational, suddenly became full of confidence just because he said this sentence, as if he was standing on a peak, looking down on all the ants.

"Get out of the truth, don't dirty my eyes."

The young man who was arguing with him knew that even if he had a solid tongue, he was no match for someone else's blood.

Just as the young man wanted to leave angrily, there was a young man who was slightly shorter than him standing in front of him, and the young man's contemptuous gaze never left the bully kid from a rich family for a moment.

Shan Yunhan's anger has been rising ever since he heard the rich man speak, perhaps because he can't stand the weak being bullied, or because he is not happy with the theory of blood.

Anyway, he took care of it.

"You said you have this bloodline, what is the evidence?"

Now it is impossible for the other party to produce evidence. Only when they are cultivating immortals can they see the difference between Xuanyuan's descendants and ordinary people.People with Xuanyuan's blood tend to practice very fast. If ordinary people who entered in the same year stay in Qi training, their Xuanyuan family has already reached the golden core state.

What's more, if you are really talented, you will not be able to participate in the Xuanyuan Sect's entry trial, and you have been poached by a certain elder in advance.

"Where did you come from bastard again?" The young master didn't know whether he was guilty or really furious, and began to swear at others.

Shan Yunhan knew that it was impossible for this person to speak well, and it happened that he was not good at quarreling.In an instant, he pulled out the small broken sword of the young man behind him, and put it directly on the son's neck.

The young master who was held hostage seemed to be terrified, and he didn't know how to place his flustered hands.But there were also quite a few attendants beside him. As soon as those attendants saw that their master was in danger of life, they drew out their weapons and attacked Shan Yunhan one after another.

Although Shan Yunhan hasn't felt the ups and downs of spiritual power yet, his swordsmanship doesn't require spiritual power, so it's no problem to fight against a group of ordinary people.

But Shan Yunhan didn't expect that this group of people were all people who had practiced magic arts.

After a battle, Shan Yunhan, who had no spiritual power, was at a disadvantage, trying to find a chance to breathe.

His clothes were wet, and he thought it was sweat, but found that the blood was dripping down.It's just strange that the body has become smaller, and the physical strength has also weakened a lot. After a while, I was tired and out of breath, and even got hurt by the other party?

"Are you trash? You can't kill him for a long time!?" Brother Young Master's throat was scratched by Shan Yunhan. It didn't look serious, but he was so angry that he wanted to let the bastard who hurt him disappear as soon as possible.

Coincidentally, the sky turned white, and a ray of sword light suddenly appeared, and several disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect came down with their swords. They were dressed in yellow and white disciple uniforms, and they seemed to be imposing immortals who had fallen into the mortal world, with their own majesty.

But Shan Yunhan knew that these yellow clothes were just outer disciples who were in charge of the affairs of the sect, to put it bluntly, they were just odd jobs.

Because for ten years, the one who delivered the medicine to him was an outer disciple dressed in a bright yellow disciple uniform.

There are strict grades in the Xuanyuan Sect. When a disciple joins the sect, he will be determined to leave the inner and outer sects based on his basic cultivation.The outer disciples wear yellow clothes and touch the ground, the inner disciples wear blue clothes and collide with the sky, and the closed disciples are personally selected by the masters who have cultivated above the Yuanying level. They wear white clothes, which means they will become immortals.Those in Tsing Yi represent Xuanyuan's lineage, such as the current head and young master of the sect.

A disciple who seemed to be the leader separated the two sides of the fight with a wave of his hands.This person's complexion was frosty, as if he was as inhuman as the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, first he went to the rich man's side, and said something coldly.

This is a sound-proof barrier, Shan Yunhan didn't know what the outer disciples reprimanded those people, the vicious man who wanted his life just now kowtowed to the yellow-clothed disciple non-stop, with tears all over his face.

Ah!Coward!

The disciple in yellow seemed to notice the straight gaze behind him, turned around and walked towards Shan Yunhan after a while.

What, to train him?

If it is more serious, won't the eligibility for admission be cancelled?It's okay, there is always a way to sneak in.

But Shan Yunhan was wrong, the man came over and grabbed his arm, and before he agreed, he touched the pulse door to diagnose his pulse.Shan Yunhan subconsciously wanted to take back his hand, but felt that the other party was extremely strong and held him down.

Why didn't this person care about Brother Young Master just now?He just healed his wounds. Could it be that seeing him bleeding made him feel weak?

This is, being looked down upon? !

The disciple in yellow suddenly raised his head, and Shan Yunhan, who had been staring at him just now, forgot to look away and met his eyes directly.

Shan Yunhan hadn't stared at someone like this for a long time.

He originally thought that the other person had a cold face, but the obsidian-like eyes seemed to hide the sea of ​​stars, indescribably clear and charming, the eyebrows revealed a unique gentleness, the long eyelashes were like curtains, and the lips were as thin as paper.And a red mole under this person's left eye is so captivating that even a heart of iron and stone that has been frozen for thousands of years will throb.

"Little brother, you are so handsome and good at martial arts, but it's a pity that you don't have spiritual power. Why don't you follow me? You will definitely beat them next time."

This disciple's eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if he was a different person from the solemnity just now.

Anyway, he is also a young talent who is almost in his thirties, right?The boy who was a round younger than him called him "little brother" and even teased him wantonly...

Shan Yunhan's face turned pale immediately, and he wanted to punch the opponent's face that needed to be punched.

However, he smiled slightly and agreed, "Okay."