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

Xian Yu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked up slightly.

After a long pause, when he was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.His eyes shook slightly, and he quickly swallowed the words back to his stomach. Gu Rongjing didn't hear the answer, so he was a little unhappy.

The next moment, Zheng Shengling yawned and opened the door and walked in. Seeing the two of them sitting at the table with a full breakfast in front of them, he couldn't help being stunned, "You...woke up so early?"

According to his young master's temper, although Zheng Shengling wouldn't sleep until dawn like Xian Yu did, it would take some time before he would get out of bed to wash up.Although the dinner last night was enjoyable, Zheng Shengling was still thinking about his father's reluctance to see his master and master. He also thought of the past when he suspected that Xian Yu was his father's old lover and tried to stop him in every possible way. Tossing and turning.

In the end, they really couldn't fall asleep, and thought about breaking the jars and smashing them, even if there were some old things that made them uncomfortable, it must be his bastard father's fault, and if it was to blame, it would be all his fault.

After scolding Zheng Yi for a long time, Zheng Shengling finally fell asleep, but when it was daylight, he suddenly felt heart palpitations, so he got out of bed and wanted to come over to find a bowl of water to drink.

Once he came, the topic just now could not continue.

Xian Yu pondered for a long time before saying anything, but at the moment she didn't feel regretful, instead she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why do you drink cold water for heart palpitations?" Xian Yu said, "There should be some rice porridge in the pot, drink it while it's hot to warm it up."

Gu Rongjing didn't eat in the morning, so he made Xian Yu's porridge for one person, and there was only half a bowl of rice soup left in the pot. Fortunately, Zheng Shengling didn't dislike it, and poured it down in one gulp.

The temperature spread from the throat to the limbs, and it was much warmer.

There were no extra chairs in the small kitchen, so he grabbed a stool and sat down beside them.As soon as his butt was glued to the seat, Gu Rongjing pouted, but still didn't say anything.

"Are you still suffering?"

Xian Yu wanted to help him feel his pulse, Zheng Shengling waved his hand, "Last night I thought about something, I didn't sleep well."

He really didn't sleep well, didn't wash up, his hair and face were messed up, and he was obviously tired.

"Yesterday, when you came, my father...couldn't entertain you."

He struggled for a long time, but still brought it up.

Zheng Shengling is a person who values ​​face very much. As the Pavilion Master, Zheng Yi can't clean up his son's master. What he loses is not his face, but Little Phoenix's.

Xian Yu said: "Your senior brother Qu has already said that he is busy with affairs, we can understand that, you don't have to take it to heart."

"No." Zheng Shengling shook his head, but still insisted, "My father is not good at socializing, can't talk, has no interest at all, and has a bad temper. It's not that I'm unfilial, it's really what he did. There is no brain in the matter, and I am angry when I see it."

"Before I came here, I specifically reminded him to take time out and not to neglect you, but something went wrong."

What Zheng Yi was busy with, although Zheng Shengling didn't see it with his own eyes, he probably understood that it was nothing more than those things in the Six Realms.Today the world is not peaceful, and the devil world is full of turmoil. If we can get the slightest bit of information, maybe we can turn the situation around.

Xian Yu had previously told Yao Wangxian that he had no time to delay, and Zheng Yi actually did.

But understanding and annoyance, the two are not in conflict.

No matter how angry Zheng Shengling is, who made Zheng Yi his father? As a son, he can only pinch his nose and wipe my ass.

"I saw my father when I turned around. If he said something unpleasant, I hope, I hope..." He hesitated for a long time, and then said the second half of the sentence embarrassingly, "I still hope that the master and the father are still together." Master is looking at my face, so don't argue with him."

If you want to say that this sentence is a bit louder than mosquitoes, then the words "shizu" and "master" are quieter than mosquitoes.

Fortunately, Xian Yu's ears are sensitive, so he could hear these words clearly. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, we've known each other for so long, and we're still talking nonsense. When Rongjing and I come here this time, we have the right to Let's celebrate it for you, and have a meal by the way, as for what others will say, we won't take it to heart... I hope you don't either."

These words finally comforted Zheng Shengling's Liuli heart who was worried about the middle of the night.He breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously glanced at Gu Rongjing from the corner of his eye. Although the nominal master still had a stinking face, he didn't object.

For so long, Zheng Shengling has almost gotten used to it, and gradually figured out such a law: Gu Rongjing's good looks are only given to his master, and others don't even think about sharing a little bit of it.At this time, not objecting is already the greatest approval.

Zheng Shengling thought about it, and couldn't help but feel sad: Thinking of his young master's arrogant life, he almost walked sideways like a crab outside. Who would have thought that he would worship under such a wishful family in the future, and suddenly become the lowest in the sect. Father doesn't love the one mother doesn't love (Zhao Sheng can't be counted, after all he is the only one who is loved by Xian Yu).

After Xian Yu had finished his breakfast, Zheng Shengling originally wanted to go with them to see his father, but unexpectedly, within half an hour, the second senior brother came over and said that Wan Jianzong's treasure ship would arrive at noon, but there was just a small accident, which was worse than originally planned. There are a few more people on the list, and the second senior brother is not familiar with Wan Jianzong's interpersonal relationship, so he doesn't know how to arrange it for a while.

With Jiang Wenyun not around, this matter could only fall on Zheng Shengling's shoulders.The matter is urgent, before Zheng Shengling leaves, he can only ask the second senior brother, if his father asks Xian Yu to meet him, remember to inform him.

If something really happened, he would have time to save the situation.

The second senior brother readily agreed.

However, just as Zheng Shengling left, not long after, Qu Xingyun stepped onto the door.

Today is the "big happy event" of Wenji Pavilion, Qu Xingyun put on a solemn and formal school uniform, dressed in dark blue, he looks extraordinarily calm.

"I'm sorry for bothering you in the morning." With a slight smile on Qu Xingyun's face, he cupped his hands and saluted as soon as he came in, and said in a warm voice, "Daojun, Gu Daoyou, the pavilion master invites you two to listen to the wind platform .”

It is said to be "narrative", but it is actually an assessment.

Xian Yu put down the tea in his hand, and responded with a Qingqian.

The journey to Tingfengtai is far away, Xian Yu doesn't understand why Xu Yixu has to find such a far place.Fortunately, Qu Xingyun is better at being a man than his master, chatting about interesting things along the way does not feel monotonous.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xian Yu saw a building standing on top of a rock in the distance, a cliff in the distance, a surging river, and waves hitting the shore.The wind rolled the curtain, revealing half a short poem carved on the courtyard pillars.

The madmen return to Siming, and the mountain □□ scholars welcome;

The imperial edict bestowed the water of Jinghu Lake for the glory of Juntai marsh.

"The former residence of the dead is empty..."

Xian Yu only saw the first half of the song, and subconsciously read the second sentence, but then stopped suddenly, probably because she felt something was wrong.

Qu Xingyun smiled, and then he said: "" The former residence of the dead, there are empty lotus and peanuts.Reading this is like a dream, it hurts me sadly. "

Reading this is like a dream, it hurts me sadly.

The world here is like a big dream, with all kinds of past events, but now it only makes people sad and sad.

Even though Gu Rongjing had never read many poems and books, he still felt the sadness and hatred in them, and said: "Since this poem is engraved on a wooden pillar, it must be to commemorate the death sound and feel something in my heart. If this is the case, why don't you write the poem later?" Add two sentences too?"

Xian Yu frowned slightly, "Rong Jing—"

His words were so offensive.

Qu Xingyun probably had never seen such an ignorant person who wanted to get to the bottom of it, so he was stunned for a moment.Fortunately, he was gentle and kind, and he was not angry, but explained patiently.

"Gu Daoyou is right. When he split the mountain and erected the pavilion, the pavilion master missed his deceased, but for various reasons he could not pay homage to him, so he could only leave this half of the memorial poem to express his grief."

Missing the deceased, but unable to pay homage to him?

I don't know what is the reason behind this 'impossibility'.

Although Xian Yu was also a little curious, she knew better.Fortunately, Gu Rongjing didn't care about who Pavilion Master Zheng paid homage to, so he didn't ask any further.

Tingfengtai is built next to the mountain. Except for the wharf where boats come and go, it is the closest building to the coastline.When the craftsmen who built the building heard the idea of ​​Pavilion Master Zheng, they disagreed, thinking that the project was huge and it was difficult to guarantee that the mountain wall would not collapse, so there was a certain risk.

Later, it was Zheng Ge's main force who overcame all opinions and invested a lot of manpower and material resources to build a resting pavilion on this cliff.Looking into the distance from the listening platform, you can have a panoramic view of the waves and the sea, and there are a few boats floating in the distance, like sesame seeds scattered on the sea.

The sea breeze blows the wet and salty sea smell into the nostrils. One step ahead is the deep sea, and one step behind is the source of the world.

Qu Xingyun said that there are very few disciples here, and it has almost become the exclusive domain of the pavilion master to meditate.According to the general rules, the meeting between the two parties should be in the living room or the lobby, and he also suggested this, but in the end, the master changed his mind.

Because of that incident, the pavilion master has been in a bad mood these days, and he suddenly changed the place to the listening platform, which should have some reasons.

When Xian Yu arrived, there was no one in Tingfeng Terrace, and there was a pot of hot tea on the stone table, presumably the busy Pavilion Master Zheng hadn't arrived yet.

"You two wait a moment, the Pavilion Master will come later."

After finishing speaking, Qu Xingyun left.

As soon as he left, Gu Rongjing immediately showed some dissatisfaction on his face, "It's not a gentleman's style for him to ask for an appointment first but not arrive later."

Xian Yu originally thought that he didn't mind and didn't take it to heart, but when she heard the accusation, she was a little surprised and couldn't help laughing: "Do you still know what a gentleman is?"

If one were to say that the most ungentlemanly person around Xian Yu was probably him.Gu Rongjing's reckless question just now, if he had changed his mind a little bit, he would not have said anything on his face, but he would probably have scolded him in his heart.

Gu Rongjing is taciturn and doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, but occasionally he speaks directly and inquisitively. Although the listener is frightened, he still has some self-willedness and cuteness.

……cute.

He actually used such words to describe Gu Rongjing.

Xian Yu couldn't help being amused by her own behavior, and under Gu Rongjing's slightly bewildered gaze, she suddenly became interested.

"Presumably Pavilion Master Zheng is going to let us go again... Let me ask you, is it possible to master the first four moves of the Guiyi swordsmanship now?"

He suddenly began to test his apprentice's homework.

Gu Rongjing froze for a moment, then quickly nodded, "Yes."

What Xian Yu asked was 'integration and mastery', not even a single word is missing.

Gu Rongjing answered the same way.

The first time he realized Gui Yi's swordsmanship was when he dived into the secret realm, he revealed the secret in one word, and in an instant, the trees grew wildly and the vines entangled.At a critical juncture, Gu Rongjing suddenly realized that what Gui Yijian pursued was not the way of swordsmanship, but the way of life, the way to balance all things.

He should be the most passionate and gentle sword in the world.

It is also the sword of protection.

But after that, he got stuck for a long time on the second type of Jinri Shaoyun.It was during the battle between the demon gods that Gu Rongjing suddenly understood why the first four moves had an overview of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and why the first move was like spring wind turning into rain, but the second move was like a prairie fire, trying to burn everything up.

The sun is cloudy and sunny, and the moon is waxing and waning.

Landslides and landslides, sea dryness and rock cracks, are not instantaneous.The spring is full of life, the original intention is to admonish, protect, and stop.But because it cannot be 'stopped', the next move must be hit with one blow.

Fight against the pinnacle with a destructive momentum.

After that, the spring blossoms, autumn fruits, and winter collection at the end of the year have come to an end.What started as a warm and rainy spring day turned into a vast expanse of whiteness in the end.

Golden Sun Burning Clouds is the move with the strongest killing intent among the first four moves, and it should also be the move with the strongest intent to survive.

After that, everything can only be reduced to nothingness.

Gu Rongjing stood holding his sword, the sea breeze was harsh and carried a fishy smell.His slightly curly long hair stood up high, leaving only a few strands that could not be crowned between his eyebrows and eyes, and the wind blew and the tsunami swaggered.

A little cold light came out of the sheath.

The sword energy rolled the curtain of the pavilion, Gu Rongjing retracted his wrists and turned around, neither fast nor slow, like flowing clouds and flowing water, retracting and releasing freely.The sharp blade pierced through the air, and the true energy was surging and restrained, like a dark tide, but there were no waves on the sea.

The sword moved in all directions.

A stick of incense burned out, and the fallen leaves whirled in the air and fell to the ground.Gu Rongjing swung his sword into its sheath, his brows were as cold as a peak.Unknowingly, there was a bit of Xian Yu's taste in every gesture.

Xian Yu couldn't help but stare blankly.

Half a year later, Gu Rongjing faded away from the introverted and weak shadow, and grew into a qualified adult.However, Xian Yu was still stuck in the impression of that poor boy with curly hair who needed him to hold warm hands in his palm.

Time flies so fast, Xian Yu often feels that he has not left the ice coffin.He was still locked inside, locked in the memory of the past.

Gu Rongjing broke away from the arrangement of the so-called fate and started a new life; Zheng Shengling also changed from the domineering and arrogant little junior to the now occasional bad-mouthed but soft-hearted little disciple.

Su Ran is an old friend in his memory, but after being separated for many years, she has a new companion, a new master, and a new home.

Even Wen Fei was no longer familiar to him.

Xian Yu didn't have any new friends to talk to, and she never met a confidante—it was a shame to say that.He is an antique from 500 years ago. Time pushed everyone forward, but he seemed to be the only one who stopped.

After all the calculations, there was only Gu Rongjing left by his side.

original……

It turned out that he was not protecting Gu Rongjing, it was Xian Yu who needed to be protected by him in this strange and restless world full of changes.

"I suddenly wanted to do something."

He said, "Would you like to accompany me?"

Gu Rongjing nodded without asking what it was.

He will not refuse any request from Master.

"I often think, if the master is still there, if the senior brother is also there, if I go back to the time when nothing happened, maybe I can cure the master's illness, so that he won't die in pain; maybe I can stop the senior brother, then There will be no future regrets.”

Gu Rongjing suddenly interrupted: "If you go back to the time when nothing happened, you won't meet me."

"...Yes." Xian Yu smiled slightly, "If you lose, you will gain. I lost a lot, but I also met you because of it."

Gu Rongjing was very satisfied with this sentence, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and an imperceptible and happy expression appeared on his stern face.

"You also know that after the war between humans and demons, I almost exchanged my life with my senior brother. I shattered my meridians and fell into a no-man's land. Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, it was already 500 years later in the human world."

Xian Yu paused, her voice was like a wisp of smoke in the air, and all her thoughts turned into a soft sigh.

"I want to be real, to wake up again."

After finishing speaking, Xian Yu suddenly took his hand, the sea breeze was cold and damp, they stood in the wind for so long, the tentacles were already cold.Gu Rongjing didn't have time to react, he obeyed instinctively, and was dragged by Xian Yu into the sky several feet high.

When Zheng Yi hurried to Tingfengtai, Qu Xingyun followed behind him. It was difficult to say anything to complain, but he still couldn't help muttering, "I asked the third junior brother to call you at a certain time, but it turned out to be late..."

Zheng Yi was also very embarrassed. His wife had been studying the prescription left by Yao Wangxian last night, but he didn't come back. Maybe he was too worried. He didn't sleep well. He woke up this morning with a splitting headache, so he drank a bowl of soothing tea.

As a result, he calmed down and fell asleep like this...!

"I know, I know." Zheng Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead. In fact, he didn't want to see those two people, not because he looked down on them, but because he was tired of dealing with these people and speaking official words, so he kept looking for a reason deep in his heart. procrastination.It's just that these words can't be said to Qu Xingyun, he can only prevaricate indiscriminately, "I will make a good apology for the teacher, don't talk too much, my head hurts from talking about it."

Before he reached the listening platform, he suddenly heard a burst of sword energy.

The two stopped involuntarily.

Sometimes, a powerful swordsman can judge the opponent's level without looking at his sword light and listening to his voice.Although Zheng Yi hasn't practiced swordsmanship for many years, he can be said to be a powerful person in the fusion stage. Just hearing the sword energy dance without rushing, and with ease, it can be seen that this person has strong true energy and solid foundation.

For a while, Zheng Yi changed his opinion of these two people a little.

Because Zheng Shengling practiced Fenghuo, he has a violent and impulsive personality, and Zheng Yi has always been worried.However, if he had the guidance of this sword cultivator, he might be able to suppress his fiery nature.Although I don't know who it is, but these two or three swords are enough to prove the opponent's level.

Now, it seems that even the mountain road is not difficult to walk.

When it was a hundred steps away from Tingfengtai, two tall and handsome figures could already be seen in the distance. One of them had curly hair, was dressed in black, and held a scabbard. He must be the sword dancer just now.

And the other...

He seemed to have heard his companion's overly serious words, so he couldn't help smiling, turned his face slightly, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Zheng Yi glanced at his facial features, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

However, at the next moment, the man suddenly grabbed his companion's hand, took a few steps forward, and dragged him down the boundless cliff together.

In an instant, black hair fluttered, and the blood-stained figure in a white battle robe gradually overlapped with the one in front of him.

The sea breeze poured into his throat, instantly pulling him back into the sea of ​​suffering in No Man's Land.

Zheng Yi's eyes widened, and scenes appeared in his mind, which instantly burned him out of his senses, leaving only a roar with all his strength.

"Master!!"

Immediately afterwards, he also jumped down.