When you wake up, all the apprentices are betrayed and leave the teacher's door

The new apprentice, Gen Gu, is excellent, with a restrained and steady personality, the only problem is that his head is not very good.

Xian Yu sighed, and pulled away a mahogany chair next to him - there were only two chairs in Zhao Sheng's house, and when Gu Rongjing first arrived, he could only stand helplessly. Make your home less shabby.

"sit."

Xian Yu pulled him to sit beside her, poured two cups of tea, and said slowly: "You were right just now, not asking for death is a kind of survival, but have you ever seen people begging on the street?" ? They never begged to die, but do you think they 'live'?"

Gu Rongjing didn't answer.

He didn't know, and couldn't understand.

"You have to find meaning." Xian Yu added, "You have to find what you want to do in life, what you really like."

"I want to cultivate immortality." Gu Rongjing blurted out, "I also like to practice swords."

Xian Yu: "...not just this one."

Who would have thought that Taoist Lord Yuqing, who was famous hundreds of years ago, would now be betrayed by his relatives, and would ask his little apprentice to learn swords from him.

He can imagine the daily life in the future, the master humbly chasing after Gu Rongjing's buttocks, holding a sword in his hand, and said repeatedly: "Good job, let's practice, it's just a stick of incense, no It will delay your learning the knife, let's practice it, Rongjing.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

Xian Yu was about to shed tears, but quickly put away her emotions, and said sternly, "It doesn't matter whether you choose a sword or a knife, the essence is the same as cultivating immortals. But they are not meanings, they are just results, it is your choice in life." A path. Have you ever thought about why you chose this path in the first place?"

Gu Rongjing never thought about it.

For him, this thing is easier than eating, drinking and breathing.What reason is there for this?

He frowned, "It's so troublesome..."

"If you dance around with your sword every day, won't it be troublesome?"

Xian Yu was annoyed and funny, "If you want to improve further, comprehension is a very important lesson. How can you become a fairy if you are not an adult? If you only want to practice your sword skills, then why do you practice Taoism? You go Wouldn't it be more pure to be a military officer or a dart master?"

Xian Yu said whatever came to her mind, and only after she finished speaking did she realize that her tone was a bit too harsh. When she raised her head and saw Gu Rongjing's silent appearance, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Children, they have thin skins...

But fortunately, Gu Rongjing was not the sensitive and fragile type, he was just digesting what Xian Yu said just now.

"understood."

He nodded.

The phrase 'know' is equivalent to 'will correct'.

Now, it was Xian Yu who felt embarrassed and said after a while, "Starting today, you will go out and circle the village twice a day, once in the morning and in the evening, and if you see anyone or anything on the way, you will have nothing to do with me. Tell me in detail."

Gu Rongjing didn't understand the intention of doing this, but he had gradually accepted the fact that he often couldn't understand Xian Yu.

Just do it.

In the next few days, before dawn in the morning, Gu Rongjing had already dressed and washed, and was meditating on the bed.When Zhao Sheng yawned and came out to scoop up water for cooking, he went out.

Although the name of Daming Village is rich and has a homonym of Damin, there are not many villagers in the whole village, and there are only a few hundred people in total.On the contrary, because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the farmland is still fertile and vast, and the land is sparsely populated, which makes it appear 'bigger'.

Start from Zhao Sheng's house every morning, walk around the village, and walk to the entrance of the next village. It takes an hour to walk at a steady pace.When I went there, the sky was gray, and when I returned, the sun was red in the early morning, and the winter had faded, and the farmland had already begun to be busy. Every household planted rice, looking forward to the golden autumn harvest.

All the paths in Daming Village are built on the farmland. The men go to plow the fields, and the women sit at the door of the house, beside the paddy fields, peeling beans and drying corn.

When Gu Rongjing went back, he couldn't help passing by them. This group of simple and honest villagers were very curious about the matter of cultivating the Tao. Let's chat.

Gu Rongjing was like a butterfly that accidentally flew onto the window sill, with its wings pinched, helpless and cramped.

The key aunts are very gossip, even if Gu Rongjing doesn't say a word, they can talk freely, and by the way, they block him in the middle of the crowd, making it difficult to move an inch.

"..."

When Gu Rongjing returned to Zhao Sheng's home that day, the sun was already high.When he knocked on the door and entered the room, Xian Yu hadn't gotten up yet.

The plate on the bedside table was full of squashed melon seed rinds, many of which overflowed and fell on the floor with their sharp mouths open.The shelf under the bed where the shoes should have been placed was empty, the toe of the clog on the left foot got into the bottom of the cabinet, and the other turned over like a turtle, exposing its belly, and lay flat on the ground.

Gu Rongjing's pupils dilated slightly: "..."

And that's just the tip of the iceberg in the room.

The candlestick on the bedside table had accumulated a thick layer of wax and oil, and it probably hadn't been extinguished all night, so it was burned to such a short length.

And the culprit kicked the quilt to the foot of the bed in a daze because he was too hot, and it was crumpled into a big piece.

He was lying on his side with the backlight, his long eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, and there were two shallow sleep marks on the side of his face.The soft underclothes slipped away, and the knot fell loosely on the bed, revealing half of the belt, and the long black hair was like spread ink, seeping out from a distance.

He slept soundly, lying on his stomach on the edge of the bed, with one arm across the outside of the bed, and a book of stories next to his head, and he could fall off the bed with the book when he turned over.

It was frightening to see.

These, Gu Rongjing and Zhao Sheng have never seen.

Xian Yu knew that he slept very badly, that he kept things messy, and didn't like tidying up, so he never allowed Zhao Sheng to enter his room without permission.Every day when he got up, Zhao Sheng would call him to eat outside the door, and Xian Yu got up with drowsiness, yawned and messed with his little nest, and returned to his appearance of being able to see people.

In this way, he was able to maintain his face in front of his disciples and grandchildren.

Gu Rongjing doesn't like to talk or make troubles on weekdays, he is quiet and has no sense of existence.Xian Yu was obsessed with reading scripts every day, coupled with the fact that he was always a disciple and doted on him very much, so he naturally forgot about it.

But in the past few days, Gu Rongjing frequently came to Xian Yu to report on his itinerary, and he had already developed a habit. He knew that sometimes he read too hard and could not hear the movement, so he consciously opened the door and walked in.

Then I saw this scene.

Gu Rongjing stood beside his bed for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back and rolled up his sleeves.

The skins of melon seeds were pushed to the ground and cleaned up; the daily shoes were placed on the horizontal rack, and the most commonly used clogs were placed in an easy-to-reach place; the candles that were about to burn out were removed, the wax oil was cleaned out, and new ones were replaced. open the door and push the window to ventilate the air, and all the dust accumulated under the large items in the house is blown into the dustpan with spiritual power.

Items are neatly arranged and the room looks brand new.

The awkward place in his heart was also cleaned up, he exhaled a long breath, wiped off the dust on his fingers, turned around, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Xian Yu half-opened her eyes, her eyes fell on his face through thick black eyelashes.Gu Rongjing didn't know when he woke up, but only saw that gaze without any expression, quietly examining him.

Gu Rongjing subconsciously took half a step back.

After a while, Xian Yu rubbed his eyes, and the pupils returned to focus.He yawned, scratched his hair, and sat up sleepily with blank eyes.

When he saw Gu Rongjing, he was stunned.

"Why are you here?"

no answer.

Xian Yu looked outside subconsciously, the sun was shining brightly, Zhao Sheng probably went into the mountains to collect firewood, but he was nowhere to be seen.He thought for a while, and realized that he was smart, "Zhao Sheng didn't cook? Are you hungry?"

"..."

Gu Rongjing opened his lips, but was speechless.After a while, he suddenly walked out, took two steps and then stopped, with an obviously unhappy expression on his face for the first time.

He felt like he was wasting his time.

"Where is my sword?"

He muttered.

Xian Yu asked in a daze: "...Huh?"

Are you hungry?

Why are we talking about swords again?

The sword is still being forged in the furnace of Uncle Zhang at the entrance of the village.

In fact, it had been forged two days ago, but some details did not meet Xian Yu's requirements, so I took it back and made some changes.

Gu Rongjing asked for a sword, so Xian Yu took him to the blacksmith shop.

Wearing a short shirt and dripping with sweat, the black-faced master took out two iron swords from the furnace. Even with the physique of an adult man, it was a bit difficult to lift them up.The two saws sank into the sword washing pool beside them, and with a sizzling sound, hot and cold touched each other, and a large white mist burst out instantly.

Xian Yu was choked up and coughed twice, waved her hand and took a look, nodded in satisfaction, and waved to the little apprentice again, "Rong Jing, come over and have a look, if there is anything you are not satisfied with, ask the master to revise it, Otherwise, it will be sharpened later."

"..."

Gu Rongjing stood far away, his face darker than the ashes at the bottom of the furnace.

The old master next to him showed a slightly uneasy expression, "Is Daoist Gu..."

Xian Yu said casually, "It's okay, sir, he's just shy."

With that said, he walked towards Gu Rongjing.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a low voice, "Aren't you satisfied?"

Gu Rongjing covered his face with a muffled voice, "How can I be satisfied?"

"Is there any dissatisfaction with this?"

"..." he said, "This is an iron sword."

There is no material refining, no gem inlay, and no spiritual core refining. This is just an ordinary iron sword, exactly the same as the butcher's knife used by the villagers at home.

The same.

He couldn't help repeating: "This is an iron sword."

Xian Yu couldn't help laughing out loud, Gu Rongjing looked at him silently, as if making a silent accusation, he restrained his smile a little.

"In the final analysis, the swords and swords in the world are just a pile of copper and iron. We call it returning to nature and returning to oneness." Xian Yu coaxed, "I also specially asked Master to increase the weight, I think it will be more in line with your habits. If you still don't like it, then ask the master to carve you some nice pattern patterns, and then inlay the spirit core gemstones, so that it will look good, okay?"

Gu Rongjing loves knives, he knows it.

The first time they met, he had a vague glimpse of the simple black knife on his waist.The material is excellent, and the iron is cut like mud, which is a good top grade in casual repair.Now that I have a master, I am no longer a wild child without a home, but I don't even have a sword to support my hand. It is normal to have a psychological gap.

"Don't talk about an iron sword. If you have reached a certain level of diligence, no sword in your heart is still a sword." Xian Yu said solemnly, "I also used a 'scrap copper and rotten iron' that day to cut off Qiu Zhengming's black ink. Sword...for me, what is the difference between the Mofu Sword and the Iron Sword?"

Disciple, it's not that the master is reluctant, it's that he is really short of cash.My teacher also uses the same iron sword as you...

Gu Rongjing didn't say anything anymore.

This time Xian Yu asked him to wash the Sword Pool, but he didn't refuse again.

The sword washing pool is not to wash away the dust from the sword, but to facilitate subsequent polishing.The water was very muddy, Gu Rongjing didn't want to get close to it, so the blacksmith stood up the sword for him to watch.

He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't know what kind of sword was considered a good sword, so he said sullenly: "It's not as good as my black gold sword."

Xian Yu was thinking about what kind of scabbard to make, and said casually, "Your saber should be just like that."

"..."

"Why, still not convinced?" Xian Yu compared the size, took a piece of paper from the side, dipped his fingertips in water to draw the shape of a scabbard, and said casually, "I can count the number of swords and swords, I'm afraid it's better than you I have a lot to eat. If you really talk about a good sword, I know one. After seeing it, I will know what is the best in the world. I am afraid that there is no sword in the world today that can match it."

Gu Rongjing raised his eyes slightly.

After Xian Yu finished painting, he blew lightly, and the appearance of frosty flowers gradually appeared on the rice paper.

"Unfortunately," he lowered his eyelids, "that is a magic knife used to kill thousands of people..."