Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(Eighteen)

Why Fang Yanchu wanted to pay Lu Jingqiao, Ji Qianshan didn't know for the time being.Because the next morning, Fang Yanchu announced during breakfast that he would choose a day to enter the back mountain retreat.

He hadn't gotten up when he said this, a corner of the complicated dress was draped over his shoulders, and the dragon's head was protruding from his shoulders. The longan's eyes and long beards were all vivid and lifelike under the exquisite embroidery, as if a real dragon poked its head out.

Sitting on a round table beside him, Ji Qianshan rested his chin on his hands, watching him slowly fasten his buttons while lost in thought, and then suddenly came back to his senses after hearing the words: "Retreat? Why did Master retreat?"

One must know that ascetics retreat for hundreds of years and thousands of years. When Fang Yanchu comes out again, the world may change, and Fang Yanchu just left the closed door 30 years ago.Retreat is to ascetics just like sleep is to human beings. It is necessary to retreat, but it cannot be closed forever.

Fang Yanchu half-closed his eyes and thought for a while, then gave him a panacea answer, and he said, "I feel something in my heart."

This answer is equivalent to "I don't want to say", but it has put on the skin of a dog, and it has become a perfunctory sentence that monks often hang on their lips.

Seeing that Fang Yanchu was unwilling to answer, Ji Qianshan's face darkened suddenly, but he didn't speak. After a while, he managed to pull himself together: "It's a good thing for Master to enter the mountain for retreat."

Although he said so, Ji Qianshan's face was not happy at all. He looked at the longan on Fang Yanchu's shoulder with a sleepy look, "After coming out, the skill will definitely increase, but has the master heard of "Ax Ke?" Rotten" story?"

Fang Yanchu has naturally heard of this story, and he also knows what Ji Qianshan is trying to say by mentioning this at this time. It is indeed a bit unreasonable to go into retreat as soon as he accepts an apprentice. Fang Yanchu is silent: "..."

"Master must have never heard of it, right? Anyway, I only listened to the teacher's teaching last week when I was in class." Ji Qianshan ignored him, and simply continued, peeking at him while talking, "There was a time in the Jin Dynasty of human beings. My name is Wang Zhi. He went to Shishi Mountain to cut wood. On the way, he met four boys playing chess and singing at the same time—probably a monk at some time—he stopped to watch the chess game, and when it was time to go, he found the axe. The handle is already rotten, decades have passed in the world."

Fang Yanchu remembered this story, it must have happened more than 500 years ago. At that time, there was no fire disaster, and Kong Qu, who had been enchanted by the devil, was not tolerated by the Dao of Heaven, and lived under his protection all the time.Kong Qu spends most of his time in the world, using the smell of fireworks in the world to cover up his demonic nature, and often brings back some human scripts for him to relieve his boredom.

He remembers this story because of the ending of the story——"Family love fades, and there is no return."

The woodcutter who happened to meet a fairy did not get a magical encounter, but left home for decades in the blink of an eye. His relatives and friends were gone, and everything was no longer what it used to be.

It was similar to his mood when he first learned to retreat. When he woke up, the original friend was gone, the original house collapsed, everything changed, only himself remained unchanged.

"So Master is willing to leave me alone in the world for decades?" Ji Qianshan rested his head on his arm and turned his head to look at him pitifully. I haven’t taught me how to write a sword or a talisman? What if, what if the master leaves the customs and I’m gone? Who will make delicious snacks for the master?”

What he said was so pitiful that Fang Yanchu almost believed it.

Although he doesn't know the origin of his apprentice, a child who is full of evil spirits and is still alive and kicking is not an ordinary person, let alone not in decades.Compared with this Fang Yanchu, he suspected that if he didn't come out for a few years, Ji Qianshan might demolish the Lingyun Palace.

"Master, can you not retreat? I will be obedient."

The little black cat crawled up from under the table, hooked its four paws on the mahogany tabletop, and rubbed the back of its neck on the tabletop. Hearing this, it also meowed, its dark eyes flickering with light, as if echoing Ji Qianshan like saying.

In fact, Fang Yanchu was too lazy to go to the back mountain for retreat. In order to conceal the existence of Lingyun Temple to the greatest extent, the back mountain has been covered for 1000 years. Ordinary disciples of Lingyun Temple can't even find the door to enter the back mountain.Only the orchard halfway up the mountain is still lively, and the top of the mountain is already bare.

To be honest, there is not even a base station, and there is no signal on the top of the mountain!

The mountain at the back of Lingyun Hall is thousands of feet above the ground, soaring into the clouds, it was called Lingyun Peak in ancient times.Ling Yunfeng is hidden in the busy city by means of the formation set up by the saint himself. Even standing on the top of the mountain, he still feels that the mountain is not exhausted, as if the mountain is connected to the sky, and he can hold the sun with his hands.

Standing on the top of Lingyun Peak, Ji Qianshan looked up at the clouds and mist, and the clouds and smoke rising from the valley were entwined on the dead branches like the immortal energy recorded in countless legends.The stone steps that spread to the foot of the mountain, the vermilion gate, the corners of the eaves flew out, and the evil spirit beasts fell on it, and the clouds turned into water vapor and hung on the earthly wood in front of the gate.

It is not an illusion that the mountain is not complete. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are mysteries on Lingyun Peak.After crossing the enchantment of the earthly wood, it is the real Lingyun Peak. The huge cliff stands upright, and the Lingyun Palace cuts across it.

"Master, is there WIFI here?"

Zhou Jidao froze with his hands in his sleeves, holding the key to open the gate of Ling Yunfeng: "No, no..."

"What about the broadcast TV signal?"

"nor."

"Why not install it?" Ji Qianshan was worried about Ling Yunfeng's infrastructure construction like a poverty alleviation cadre, and asked Zhou Jidao heartbroken.

Zhou Ji Daosheng held the key indifferently, and said in his heart that I have only been in Lingyun Palace for more than 20 years, and I have been working hard, but I have never thought of installing a WIFI in the back mountain where no one comes. What can I do?

"Master, there is nothing here. What if you feel bored?" Ji Qianshan held Fang Yanchu's hand reluctantly, "Why don't I go up with you? Tell a joke."

"No need," Fang Yanchu brushed his hand away, pointing to a stone in front of him, "Zhou Jidao put the key on it."

"Okay." Zhou Jidao took a step forward holding the key, and put a small copper key in the groove on the stone. It is so complete as if it was picked out of the stone.

However, this was not over yet, Zhou Jidao stretched out his left hand, and took out a simple and simple knife from the back of his waist with his right hand.The blood visible to the naked eye on the knife lingered around the entire blade, making the blade glow red.He slowly cut the blade into the skin of the palm of his right hand, and the bright red dripped on the stone along the deep palm lines, and was absorbed in the blink of an eye.

Ji Qianshan vaguely heard a rumbling sound, which seemed to tear apart the entire sky, piercing through the heavens and the earth.A huge grassy humanoid grew out of the ground, piercing through the thick clouds, revealing half of its body.His figure was taller than Ling Yunfeng, with huge grass knots on his shoulders and elbows, and his body was as flexible as an autumn pampas grass.

It bowed its head deeply in front of Fang Yanchu, stretched out its flexible arms to rest on the ground in front of Fang Yanchu, and spit out a series of ancient syllables.

Ji Qianshan understood what this was like enlightenment, and he no longer cared about the petite and cute image he worked so hard to create, so he stopped in front of Fang Yanchu: "Master, don't go!"

"Why?"

"For, for..." He couldn't say anything for a while, his expression showed a bit of anxiety, "I can't tell, anyway, anyway, you don't want to go."

"I need a convincing reason."

Ji Qianshan took a deep look at Fang Yanchu, he seemed to be looking at Fang Yanchu, and seemed to be looking at someone else through him.Tears gradually welled up in his eyes, he threw himself into Fang Yanchu's arms, and said sullenly: "You will die if you go, please, at least, at least wait a little longer, just a little while."

He said it over and over again, repeating the last sentence: "You wait a little longer, at least wait until that person comes."

He was talking nonsense. Fang Yanchu was about to ask who the person was waiting for, but Ji Qianshan suddenly raised his head. The tears in his eyes hadn't been wiped clean. His face was full of tears and he tilted his head up to focus. looking at him.

Ji Qianshan was born good-looking, the kind of youthful good-looking, with snow-white skin, brows and eyes like knives, and when he cried, his cheeks and ears turned red, making him more like a bunch of delicate flowers.

The bunch of flowers gently said: "I know that I am insignificant to the master, but does the master not care about his own safety? Why doesn't the master think about who is trying to transform the living soul? He didn't succeed this time, but the master It takes decades to retreat, what if he succeeds in these decades?"

"But..." But Fang Yanchu went to the mountain this time to get back more than half of his lost memories. If he could get those lost memories back, these nights of urination would be nothing to worry about.

But Ji Qianshan also provided him with the possibility of another direction. What if he failed to get his memory back in a short time?At that time, if the black hands behind the transformation of living souls make a comeback, Lingyun Palace will bear the brunt.

At this moment, outside the distant mountain gate, a bird chirped to break the rocks and flow the clouds, and following the bird chirp came a green streak enveloping the clouds and rushing upwards.

Landing on the top of Lingyun Peak, Kong Qu supported the rocks beside him and panted heavily, the red mark on his forehead caused by the demon became more and more bright red under the congested state.He shook off the sweat on his forehead, pointed at Fang Yanchu and said with difficulty: "Catch up, catch up... You haven't retreated yet. Don't go, don't go, show me this first."

As he spoke, Kong Qu took out a blue stone from his bosom and handed it to Fang Yanchu, panting heavily, "Look at this, is it the essence of the East China Sea?"

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Ji thought to himself: As someone who has experienced this, I advise you not to do this.

Xiao Ji Surface: Are you willing to leave me alone?