east corner

The seven looked towards Gong Wunian's direction almost at the same time.

Gong Wunian squatted lazily not far from the place where the seven people were sitting, resting his chin in one hand, and said before they asked, "You don't need to ask anything. I don't have an answer here." Looking at the seven people Gong Wunian smiled and said again: "Think about it, go see it."

The seven people suppressed the doubts in their hearts, and said in unison: "Yes."

"Master, can I cook some food?" Zhao Yan still remembered.

Gong Wunian shook his head and said: "I've already eaten. You must have lost a lot of energy when you enter my creation this time. After you go back, get a good night's sleep. After waking up, think more, maybe you will gain something else."

After the seven people responded, they looked at each other, but they didn't leave immediately. They all stood on the spot like a tree, and Gong Wunian raised his eyes to look at them, his eyebrows raised slightly: "Why are you all looking at me here? I'm afraid I'll run away No?"

"If I think about it, I won't be here for long." Wang Buhui's voice was somewhat resentful.

This is also true, Gong Wunian has always liked to travel around, and he didn't spend much time on Mount Lanke.

Shui Yunhan also said, "As long as it's not like this time."

Lin Yuan: "I don't know how old we are, but it's always so worrying."

Even Qingfeng, who has always been restrained, couldn't help saying: "Master, tell us everything, so that we can have a bottom line in our hearts."

Gong Wunian helplessly propped up his knees, and stood up: "Got it, got it. Master, you have written down what you said, go back and rest."

Only then did the seven get up, turned their heads after a few steps, retreated reluctantly, left the main hall and flew out of the Qingshitai.

Gong Wunian looked at the suddenly empty main hall, seven futons surrounded by a circle, faintly, the feeling of being empty came up again.

After a while, he turned around and floated back to the couch, and raised his hand to put the chess piece back into the chess basket.

The vastness of the main hall made him appear more and more lonely.

……

——The art of divination originated from the human race.Although it has been passed down for thousands of years, it is still impossible to fully understand the mystery. For fortune-telling, one person can see the destiny with one person's eyes, and can understand ghosts and gods.However, every event and thing has its own cause and effect. If this technique is used, it will be used with caution if it is used to slightly change the fate of a person, but to change the pattern of the world.

"Crack!" A stone slammed in from the window, and Chong Gui raised his hand to grab it.He put the book aside and looked up silently.

Outside the window, Chen Ying showed a nasty smile: "Little waste, you can't practice well, but your senses are quite sharp."

After noon, Shen Lan packed up her things and went back to the ashram. He was not here, and the quarrel returned to Chen Ying, and she didn't want to have too much communication with Chen Ying. She just put the stone on the table and said in a low voice : "You shouldn't be here during class time."

Chen Ying was handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were soft.And I don't know what went wrong, he is always smiling, but it only gives people a sense of disdain and contempt, especially to return: "Aren't you here too?"

Chen Ying leaned against the window and sneered: "Let me think about it, why are you here? Oh... I heard that it was because you worked too hard and practiced the most minimal and conservative basic cultivation methods over and over again. You were able to practice so that the seven orifices bleed, so that Elder Pang used a Shouyuan Pill to heal your wounds, and was restrained by Elder Pang, right?"

Returning to look at the scroll on the table, ignore him.

"I'm really curious. With your talent, how did you get up to the mountain in the first place?"

"Do you know the value of a Yuan Shou Pill? Come back, don't you think you can do nothing but be a burden on this mountain?"

Chen Ying looked at Zhong Gui's slightly stiff profile, and the smile on his mouth grew wider: "If you want me to say, you might as well go down the mountain, get married and have children, what's so bad about being a mortal? You have to find your own faults. You're not someone who has been practicing all the way. They can all step up."

He still said to himself, returning to the usual cynicism and sarcasm, the more he looked at his stone-like unmoved appearance, the more he wanted to see this man's defeated and discouraged appearance, the more he couldn't see it, the more he wanted to see it. The more you want to run.

Chen Ying thought that he would just keep his head silent as usual, but when he wanted to speak, his mouth moved.

"Will a rabbit stop because its chances are slim when it is chased by a lion?"

Chen Ying's smile froze.

"Will the person who asked the question turn back just because the mountain road is rugged and dangerous?"

Returning to look at the scroll, his body slowly relaxed, and he said:

"I don't want to go down the mountain, and I don't want to give up my cultivation. Now that I have chosen the path, there is no other path."

Perhaps it was because he had never refuted it before returning, which made Chen Ying stunned for a moment, and then sneered again: "It's beyond stupid. To say so firmly, in fact, it's just that I lost my way and didn't know where to go. Food, occupying the disciple position that could have been given to someone with higher talent, ended up dying of old age on the mountain."

Zhonggui's voice sank: "I also passed the six-fold assessment, knocked on the teacher's door, and worshiped the statue of the venerable. I am a serious disciple of Lankeshan. Why do you say that I have taken someone else's place."

"I said you took it, but you just took it." Chen Ying looked at him as if his eyes were frozen: "I don't know if I'm lying to others or myself by pretending to be diligent every day. Seeing you like this makes people feel sick." Ying, if it wasn't for the restriction here, I don't know how many times I've crushed your face on the ground."

Chonggui stood up abruptly, Chen Ying paused, looked at Chonggui, turned around, and walked by step by step, Chen Ying still had a sneer on his lips: "What? Did I say you were annoyed? You—"

"Bang!" Zhonggui slammed the window shut.

There's no point in arguing with this guy.

It was suddenly quiet outside.

The dojo on the mountain will be closed after nightfall, and diligent disciples will return to the dormitory to continue practicing. In order to provide a sufficiently quiet environment for the disciples, each dormitory has a restriction, and when the doors and windows are closed, all outside sounds will be isolated.

The annoying voice finally ceased to be heard, and Chong Gui let out a sigh of relief, regretting not closing the window earlier.

He returned to the desk, looked at the open scroll, and whispered, "I'm not a burden."

Quiet, he thought, the master would not like someone like Chen Ying.

For some reason, that tall figure under the moonlight, that gentle brow and eyes reappeared in Returning's mind.

Returning hands unconsciously tapped the corner of the table.

Elder Pang is very good, and so are the other elders on the mountain, but they are all different from the master.

How hard does he have to practice to become a person like his master one day?

That is what a cultivator should look like in his heart.

Maybe... it will take a long time?

Returning to sit at the table, propping up his chin and wandering.

It is said that the master lived on Qingshitai.

It seems that only the elders can enter and leave there, and ordinary disciples cannot enter.

Chong Gui sighed softly, rarely showing a look of distress that even he himself didn't know why.