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

The earthquake screams, hundreds of trees grow, countless birds fly out from the mountains and forests, the clouds and mist are shrouded, where the wind and tornado pass by, there is no longer a withered and depressed scene, every brick and tile is drawn by the pen, the grapes in front of the courtyard The shelf revealed a bit of emerald green, and soon produced round and sour fruits; there were herbal teas on the stone tables in the gazebo, unfinished story books were placed on the benches, and the pond not far away burst out. Blossoming lotus leaves.

The prosperity in the mountains can be seen at a glance, which is extremely difficult to see.

In the distance, green bamboos were swaying, and the wind was blowing leaves, which seemed to bring Xian Yu back to that perfect and beautiful childhood.

The brother danced his sword in the forest, he curled up on a deck chair under the banyan tree in the courtyard and ate grapes, the master was still taking a nap, the weather was getting hotter, the window was opened a crack, and occasionally one or two coughs could be heard.

That was the past that he missed so much, but he couldn't reproduce it.

Just the swaying of a lotus leaf seemed to make him ecstatic.

Su Ran was stunned for a long time, and a complex expression gradually appeared on his face.Like Xianyu, this place carries her few good memories, but the difference is that Xianyu has never experienced the momentary withering face of someone leaving tea to cool.

How many years has she been here?I can't even count myself.

Linglong Mountain brought her countless beauties, but it was like an exquisite illusion. After waking up from the dream, she could only enjoy 500 years of loneliness.

But fortunately, they are back again.

It is hard to see such a lush and beautiful scene in the world anymore. The four seasons are chaotic and the sky is abnormal. This place seems to be a hidden boat, or a mustard seed, which preserves and restores Xianyu 500 years ago day after day. Natural and simple life.

Zheng Shengling and Zhao Sheng couldn't bear their curiosity, and they had been looking around together for a long time. Xian Yu didn't stop them, but just told them not to touch things.There are still some traces of Huo Xuan's life here, which he has kept well.

Xian Yu took a deep breath, and finally felt that every pore and every meridian in the body was relaxed.He turned to look at Gu Rongjing, and was about to say something when he was suddenly interrupted by Su Ran.

"That's not right."

Su Ran looked around, and when he looked back and saw the vermilion door opened by him, he suddenly felt an indescribable palpitation and hesitation in his heart. "This seal is different from what I have seen before."

Xian Yu was slightly taken aback.

"There is a seal outside Linglong Mountain, I remember it clearly." Su Ran touched his arm, and under the anxiety, he didn't notice some goosebumps on his skin at all. Not a shred of doubt."

"Of course there is."

Xian Yu's answer was beyond Su Ran's expectation. She thought he hadn't noticed, so she would remind her, but Xian Yu was already vigilant, why did she act so relaxed and natural just now?

"If this seal were replaced by you, or Zheng Shengling, Zhao Sheng, any of you."

Xian Yu asked her back, "Do you think it can be opened?"

He didn't use 'untie'.

Su Ran shook his head reflexively.

It's strange to say that just now Xian Yu stretched out his hand to open the seal, and then the Ruyi Gate rose on the ground. This series of movements were very natural, as if this seal was born for Xian Yu.

Apart from him, Su Ran doesn't think anyone else can open it.

But that's even stranger.

"You are already a monk at the fusion stage, but you still can't break the original seal. But I just got out of my body...Have you thought about the reason?"

Su Ran immediately said: "Someone deliberately set a trap!"

Gu Rongjing was very speechless at the side, he couldn't listen anymore, "Spending such a high price to seal up the Ruyi Gate, what kind of trap is this?"

"what……"

Su Ran opened her mouth wide.

"We don't know the other party's purpose, we can only know one thing." Xian Yu said, "He has no hostility towards us, or not too much hostility."

Otherwise, the moment the vermilion gate opened, what awaited them would not be the vivid Ruyi Gate, but a hundred and eighty deadly traps.

Since there is no hostility for the time being, they don't have to worry too much. Anyway, they have already made money at this point, and the rest of the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge.

What's more, there are more important things to do than cranky thinking.

"Rongjing, come with me."

he said.

After Xian Yu took over as the head of the sect, he was pretty good at teaching martial arts, but he didn't know anything about the internal affairs of the sect. He used to entrust Tan Shengwen to do the financial affairs. Well organized.

In addition, there are many miscellaneous things, such as resource storage, etc. It is not easy for these disciples to intervene, so they can only be left to Xian Yu.For this reason, he specially built a small incense pavilion, sealed it with secret techniques, and put many precious books and materials in it, or secrets in the door, only for him to enter and exit.

The wishful door after the reappearance was still the same as before. He followed the memory to the study room, pressed the third brick behind the fireplace, and drew a spell with his hand. Soon the bricks shook, and a secret door appeared behind the fireplace. .

It is about the size of a sleeping room, with a few night pearls inlaid on the wall at intervals, illuminating the whole room. There is a grand master's chair and a sandalwood bookshelf inside. Several boxes are stacked loosely in the corner, and one of them has forgotten the handle. Close it, revealing a corner of the Qiankun bag.

Gu Rongjing could imagine that every time Xian Yu came back from battles or travels, he took many rare treasures that were not needed for the time being, so worried, he simply put them all in Qiankun bags and threw them into the alley, piled up in piles Then it accumulated ash.

...and so cute.

"Cough, cough——" The Xiaoxiang Pavilion has not been cleaned for a long time, and a lot of dust has accumulated at the bottom of the bookshelf. Xian Yu bent down to search for a long time, and the dust got stuck in her throat, before she dug out a book from under the layers. Some old booklets.

He patted the ashes on the booklet, Gu Rongjing saw clearly the two short words on the cover under the light of the pearl.

genealogy.

Gu Rongjing's heart was shocked.

This is the only genealogy of Ruyimen since its founding.

It records that since the founding father of the mountain, the names of the successive masters and the names of the disciples in the sect are also registered in the register.

Xian Yu turned to the last page of the record, and on the left was Xian Yu's generation. There were only him and Huo Xuan in the door, and Huo Xuan's name had already been marked with a sign of delisting and the reason for delisting.On the right are written in order: Wen Fei, Tan Shengwen, Zheng Yi, Fang Jingcheng.

Gu Rongjing heard the name Fang Jingcheng the most, but Wen Fei the least.He never even heard the half-spoken words of this 'former senior brother' from Xian Yu's mouth.

Wen Fei...

Gu Rongjing suddenly realized that if this genealogy was recorded in the order of initiation, wouldn't this Wen Fei be Xian Yu's first disciple?

Xian Yu didn't notice the emotion in his lowered eyelids. He let go of his hand, and the genealogy floated in the air with his spiritual power. After a while, the characters on the left and right pages also floated, and they were arranged in front of Gu Rongjing and Xian Yu in sequence.

The names of the first three people were marked one by one, because Xian Yu didn't write any words of complaint, but just memorized a sentence of voluntary separation.

Only when he wrote about Fang Jingcheng, his fingertips paused.

I haven't written for a long time.

Gu Rongjing looked aside for a long time, and suddenly asked: "What's this Wen Fei's temper? I've never heard of it from Master."

He seemed to be aware of Xian Yu's secret sadness that he didn't want to reveal, so he changed the subject clumsily.

"Huh? Wen Fei..." Xian Yu came back to her senses, "He is also a poor man."

Gu Rongjing frowned sharply.

He found that Xian Yu is a person who prefers softness to toughness, and always has inexhaustible compassion and sympathy.

But Wen Fei is indeed a pitiful person just like Gu Rongjing.

His father is a filthy demon, and he met his mother when he entered the world to work one day. This demon has a bad personality, but he has a good skin, and he lures innocent women to fall in love with him. I have flesh and blood again.

But at this time, the demon clan was tired of it, and ignored the woman's plea and returned to the demon world, and lost news since then.

However, Wen Fei's mother never forgot about him. After giving birth to the child, she has been depressed and depressed. In addition, a few years later, a plague broke out in her hometown, and her mother died of illness. Wen Fei was dying at the time. It was Xian Yu who picked him up from the dead. When he came back, he gave him his name, taught him to read and write, and finally brought him back to the Ruyi Gate, where he became his disciple.

The more Gu Rongjing listened, the more he frowned.

"The master accepted him as a disciple because he was pitiful?"

he asked in a deep voice.

"No." Xian Yu didn't notice Gu Rongjing's increasingly ugly face, and was still immersed in the past, "I didn't have that much kindness at the time... I just thought that this child was talented, and he would practice hard in the future and get the Tao It's not bad for Feixian. It would be a pity if he died like this. And at that time..."

At that time, Xianyu was 25, Wen Fei was only eight years old, a little radish, maybe he had experienced family accidents, he was extremely sensitive and suspicious, he was obviously afraid of Xianyu's intentions, but he couldn't help clinging to her, afraid of being abandoned .

Of course, these words cannot be said, Xian Yu noticed that Gu Rongjing's face was already darkened, if those few words were really said... even Xian Yu would feel a little guilty after that.

What Xian Yu said was only his objective and fair view of Wen Fei, but in Gu Rongjing's ears it was like this——

——At that time, I didn't have such a big heart...

Still adopted him.

——He is talented, what a pity.

It seems that Xian Yu was attached to him at the beginning because he was "talented and intelligent".

——If you die like this.

I can't bear him to die.

Xian Yu didn't tell Wen Fei's age at that time, so in Gu Rongjing's imagination, his master was wearing a dust-free white robe and rescued a man whose face could not be seen clearly (because he couldn't imagine facial features) from the dead. The tall boy, the master undressed him and healed his wounds. Under the candlelight, the two cuddled together...

After thinking about it, his fist hardened.

"No matter what happened in the past, it's all in the past." Xian Yu said, the names of those three people had disappeared, he raised his hand and wrote a few strokes.

The four strokes outline the radicals of the character Gu.

Gu Rongjing subconsciously looked at him, but Xian Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing staring at me?"

Writing down these three words means that Gu Rongjing has entered the genealogy of Ruyimen in a serious manner.In the future, on the Qingming Festival or the ancestor's day of worship, as a junior, he will follow Xian Yu and kowtow respectfully in front of the incense table.

Only he and Xian Yu are eligible.

"I..." Gu Rongjing was stuck for a long time, and he didn't know what was going on, so he choked out a sentence, "Don't you ask Zheng Shengling to come over?"

Although I really don't want to, but I have to admit that Zheng Shengling is now his apprentice in name.

"What did you write him for?" Xian Yu was stunned, then smiled lightly, "His name is written by you, the master."

"But your name..."

Of course, Xian Yu should write the book himself.