The Evil World of Five Turbidities [Double Life]

The next day, Sect Master Chi's acceptance of falsehood as a disciple caused an uproar in the entire Chi family.

Most of Shangge's disciples were not convinced, thinking that vain status is low and not worthy of practicing with them, but they also understand Chi Hanwen's temper, and once a decision is made, they will not change it easily, so although they have grudges in their hearts, they are also willing to accept it. I only discuss in private, and I dare not talk nonsense in front of the master to make trouble.

The disciples of the lower court each have their own ideas, some are surprised, some are envious, and some are jealous, but after knowing that Xuxu has gone through a full three tricks from Chi Weirong, they are more or less admirable, after all, the lower court has never appeared. Such a talent.

Uncle Lin stepped into Xuxu's room with a box of vegetables, put down the lunch box, and came to Xuxu's bedside. At this time, the little ancestor had just finished being scolded, and was lying on the bed moaning listlessly.

Uncle Lin lifted Xuxu's clothes and took a look, his flesh and blood were bloody.

"Hey, Wanger, does it still hurt?"

"Uncle Lin, I'm fine." Xu Hua replied weakly, "By the way, Uncle Lin, how is the young master?"

"You!" Uncle Lin sighed helplessly, "I am already like this, and I still think about others."

"After all, he was punished because of me. Uncle Lin, please tell me quickly."

"Uncle Lin went to inquire. The situation is similar to yours. He is also recuperating in bed."

"Ugh……"

Uncle Lin tapped him on the head again, "Why are you sighing at such a young age?" Then he got up and walked to the food box, took it back to the bed and put it down, leaned over to help Xu Xu, and gave him a back cushion Upholstered.

"Come on, stop moaning, and see what delicious food Uncle Lin brought you."

After hearing the food, Xu Hua finally regained some energy. Looking at the chicken soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, and braised pork in the box, his eyes lit up again.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin."

Uncle Lin brought out the chicken soup, scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Xu Xu.

"It's delicious." Xuxu licked his lips, satisfied.

"By the way, how on earth did we Wanger get the suzerain to accept you as an apprentice?" Uncle Lin asked curiously while feeding him soup.

"Well, speaking of it, it's thanks to the young master." When he mentioned Chi Weirong, he felt blocked again. After a pause, he told Uncle Lin about the matter in general.

"That's it." After hearing this, Uncle Lin thought about it, and then smiled: "It's still us who are arrogant, but Uncle Lin thought about it, your brother Feiying also wants to go to Shangge to practice, although he doesn't talk about it. Said, but Uncle Lin brought him up and understood him, he just has a bit of temper and self-respect, and his nature is not bad, Wang Er, do you think there is any way for Sect Master Chi to accept your senior brother Feiying as a disciple?"

Lu Feiying was brought back by Uncle Lin himself, and he has been taking good care of him since then, almost treating him like his own son, Xu Hua also understands that Uncle Lin would have such thoughts.

Xu Wang listened and thought about it carefully, and then said: "Wang'er doesn't have much contact with suzerain, but at present, it seems that suzerain loves talents, Wang'er thinks that as long as senior brother Feiying studies hard and achieves certain results, the suzerain cherishes talents." Heart, will accept him as a disciple."

"However, it is impossible to practice what you have learned in the lower courtyard."

"Uncle Lin, don't worry, when Wang'er heals up from his injuries and formally goes to Shangge to study, he will teach brother Feiying exactly what he has learned every day. As long as he works hard, with time, brother will surely achieve something."

Uncle Lin patted Xu Huang's head: "You are so arrogant, I will have to work hard for you in the future."

Xu Hua smiled at Uncle Lin: "Hey, as long as Uncle Lin makes more flowers tea for Wang'er, Wang'er will not have to work hard!"

Baihua tea is a tea created by Uncle Lin. It is made from dried roses, jasmine, magnolia, osmanthus, chrysanthemum, and a proper amount of Biluochun. It is sweet and refreshing, and is very popular among the children in the lower courtyard, especially the vain. Others like it just to taste a small cup, but he can pour a whole pot.

Uncle Lin glanced at Xuxu with a smile, then put down the chicken soup, opened the second layer of the box, raised his eyebrows and said, "You're so clever, let's see what this is?"

Xuxu took a closer look, and found that the box was his favorite Baihua tea, his eyes lit up again instantly, regardless of the pain, he picked up the teapot and poured it vigorously.

Uncle Lin watched from the sidelines and said, "Slow down! Slow down!"

After drinking a pot, he wiped his mouth: "Uncle Lin, do you have any more?"

"Look at how greedy you are." Uncle Lin pinched his nose, "Fortunately, Uncle Lin prepared an extra pot, and I'll bring it to you later."

"Thank you, Uncle Lin!"

That night.

Xu Xuang took medicine on his back and lay on the bed for a day, but the pain was no longer so bad, so he got out of the bed, took the hundred flower tea that Uncle Lin helped him warm on the small stove, put it in a food box, went out, and went to Go home in the morning and evening.

He was already Chi Hanwen's apprentice, so he could go to Shangge at any time, and he no longer had to avoid people, so he strode into Chaomuju and into Chi Weirong's room.

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

Chi Weirong was sitting at the desk reading a book, and he knew who it was before he even raised his head.

Xuxu took a look at Chi Weirong, then looked out the door behind him, and asked in doubt: "The young master's room is so easy to enter? Has no one notified you?"

"Usually yes."

"Oh." Xuxu thought for a while, "So you noticed that I was coming, so you let everyone go down, right?"

"Well, the brain is not broken." Chi Weirong looked up at him, "Come and sit, don't stand up, do you think you're really strong?"

Xuxu went over and put the food box on the table, and looked at Chi Weirong: "You're already out of bed? Why don't you take a rest?"

Chi Weirong glanced at him: "Some people have already traveled across mountains and rivers to run around."

Xuxu chuckled: "I'm not sorry, I came here to express my condolences to you!" He opened the food box and poured tea as he spoke, "But I can't do anything, so I have to borrow flowers to offer Buddha. This is the hundred flower tea made by Uncle Lin. , clearing away fire and detoxification, refreshing, endless aftertaste, try it."

He brought the poured tea to Chi Weirong, Chi Weirong took it and took a sip, savored it briefly, then nodded: "It's really good, thank you." Then he drank it all in one gulp.

Xu Wang hurriedly took his empty teacup, and poured another cup for him: "Drink more if you like it, I can usually drink a pot at a time."

Chi Weirong glanced at him like a pig: "It's also an advantage to be able to eat and drink."

Xu Hua probably didn't understand the deep meaning of it, and pretended that Chi Weirong was really praising him, and smirked complacently.

Chi Weirong: "..."

If his father knew that the apprentice he accepted was a fool, would he be expelled from the school?

Chi Weirong shook his head with a smile, then got up, took out a small bottle of medicine from a wooden box and put it in front of Xuxu.

"Yulu ointment has a miraculous effect on wounds, take it in the morning and evening, remember."

Xuxu picked up the Yulu ointment and looked at it, said with a smirk: "My good senior brother, you didn't prepare it specially for me, did you? I guess, the senior brother originally wanted to find a time to send it to me. Who will make it?" I think I came to the door first, am I right?"

Chi Weirong didn't look at him, stared at the book and said calmly: "It's easy to be silenced if you know too much."

Xuxu immediately poured him another cup of tea and brought it in front of him: "I was wrong, I was wrong, brother, drink tea!"

Chi Weirong glanced at him with "this is not too bad", took the tea and drank it.

After Xuxu recovered from his injury, he formally entered Shangge to practice. As he promised to Uncle Lin before, he taught Lu Feiying exactly what he had learned in Shangge, but Lu Feiying only learned it for two days. If I can't hold on anymore, I have to say that false teaching is wrong, and if I want to learn it, I go to Shangge to learn the formal one.

Uncle Lin tried to persuade her many times, but Lu Feiying was still stubborn and refused to learn a little bit from Xuxu.

Uncle Lin is the housekeeper of the lower court. In order to communicate and deal with matters in a timely manner, he can come and go to Shangge's lower court at will. Seeing Lu Feiying like this, Uncle Lin really has no choice but to put down his old face and go to Shangge to see Sect Master Chi in person, begging him Accept Lu Feiying as a disciple.

Sect Master Chi is an exception for accepting falsehood, and he has seen Lu Feiying's aptitude, which is not a good material for cultivating immortals. From the very beginning, he rejected Uncle Lin, but Uncle Lin did not give up. Chi Hanwen got a headache from being begged by him, and seeing how pitiful he was, he took another step back and made an agreement with Uncle Lin that if Lu Feiying could take three moves from the worst disciple of the Shang Pavilion in a month's time, he would be accepted as an apprentice. However, if it fails again, it will not be mentioned again in the future.

When Uncle Lin came back, he started to pull Lu Feiying to practice with Xuxu again. He finally started to study again after coaxing and deceiving him. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. After a few days, he became old-fashioned again, hating this and that. Life and death refused to learn.

Uncle Lin looked at the back of Lu Feiying who flung his sleeves away, sighed heavily, and said plaintively, "This is so good! It's so good!"

Xu Wang stepped forward and pulled Uncle Lin's sleeve, and comforted him: "Uncle Lin, don't worry, everyone has their own strengths, maybe Brother Feiying's strengths are not in cultivating immortals, and maybe he will become a big man in other places in the future Woolen cloth."

Uncle Lin frowned, his face was clouded with gloom, he was not at all happy after hearing the vain comfort, he just sighed: "I hope."

A month later, under the worst disciple of the Shang Pavilion, Lu Feiying didn't even make a single move. At this point, the matter of recruiting disciples was completely abandoned, and Uncle Lin didn't mention it again according to the previous agreement.

One afternoon, Xuxuan went to Chaomuju to ask Chi Weirong some questions about his practice. After the problem was solved, Chi Weirong left Xuxuan to have a snack. Today, he was not in a good mood. He ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a long time before eating half of it. To put it mildly, at the same time, at least five yuan has been eaten.

Chi Weirong noticed his strangeness, looked at the pastry in his hand, then at him, and said softly, "Not to your liking?"

Xu Hua simply put down the pastry and said listlessly: "No, I was thinking about Brother Feiying. I feel that since he failed in the competition, Uncle Lin seems not to be very happy. Ah Wei, tell me, is there any way to help? Brother Feiying?"

Chi Weirong looked at him, and said indifferently: "I don't have the will, and it's useless for others to help."

"Oh." He sighed, "But Uncle Lin is really pitiful, he must really treat Senior Brother Feiying as his own son, that's why he is like this."

Chi Weirong said indifferently: "Everyone has their own destiny, and if you help for a while, you won't be able to help forever."

Xuxu rested his chin, thought for a moment, then nodded: "Senior brother is right." Then he picked up the pastry and began to eat it.

Chi Weirong looked at him in surprise: "Have you got an appetite again?"

With his mouth full of pastries, Xuxu said vaguely, "The pastries are innocent."

Chi Weirong: "..."

Falsely stuffing a box of pastries into his belly, he clapped his hands and wiped his mouth, finally satisfied.

He looked up at the window, the sun was shining brightly, so he turned to Chi Weirong and said, "Practice?"

Chi Weirong glanced at his stomach, very puzzled: "You just had enough, can you do it?"

Xuxu rubbed his stomach, blinked his big eyes, and said innocently: "I'm not full."

Chi Weirong: "..."

admire.

In the jacaranda forest, a large sea of ​​blue-purple flowers stretches for several miles. The petals are flying all over the sky, blending with the warm sun, and falling on the bodies of the two young boys who are dancing "Wu". Light as a swallow, under the sun and among the flowers, the young boys are full of vigor, as constant as the moon and as rising as the sun.

Ten years later.

One evening, the disciples of the Lower Court were doing their own things, some two or three were sitting in the pavilion chatting together, some were tinkering with dirt and flowers, some were chasing and playing, some were nestling in the room, and some Part of it is reading and practicing swords.

"Brother Xuxu is back!" A sudden roar made everyone put down what they were doing and gather towards the door.

I saw a little disciple running in at the door, shouting excitedly as he ran.

"Little Ersan, run slowly." A boy's voice sounded behind the little disciple.

As soon as the words were finished, a slender young man wearing a black robe stepped in from the door. He was handsome and handsome, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to have a small sun, bright and hot. The person who came was nothing but vanity.

He has grown from a child to a teenager, his facial features are fully developed, his outline is clear, his edges and corners are sharp, his face has lost the childishness of his childhood, but he is a little more unrestrained and unrestrained, and he has grown a lot of height, making him even more heroic people.

The people gathered excitedly stared at Xuxu, to be precise, stared at Xuxu's universe bag.

Xuxu is a restless person. After being accepted as an apprentice by Sect Master Chi, he practiced steadily in the Shang Pavilion for two years and couldn't stay there anymore. From time to time, he wanted to go to the world under the mountain to have a look.

The Chi family has a rule that when going down the mountain, you must notify the master first, and you can only go with the permission of the suzerain. Generally, the disciples of the lower court are afraid of trouble and meeting the suzerain, so they give up. But Xuxu is neither afraid of trouble nor meeting the master Chi. After thinking about the idea, I went to Chi Hanwen to report it, and Chi Hanwen generally agreed.Later, he reported more and more times, and the time was not fixed. Chi Hanwen couldn't bear the disturbance, so he simply agreed that he could go down the mountain at any time without needing to report again.

At first, Chi Weirong didn't trust him, and he had to follow him every time he went down the mountain. After a while, Chi Weirong found that this ancestor was better than himself, so he followed him.

Every time Xuxu went down the mountain, he would bring some food and play for the disciples in the lower court, so every time he came back from the mountain, everyone gathered around expectantly to see what good things he brought.

He picked up a pile of food, drink, and play from the Qiankun bag, and all the disciples swarmed up to pick out what they liked. Xuxu took out an oiled paper bag from inside, squeezed out the crowd, and handed the oiled paper bag to the crowd to watch, The little disciple who wanted to enter but didn't dare to enter was the little junior brother Ersan who just ran in from the door.

Ersan is 13 years old this year. He was picked up by Chi Hanwen five years ago. On June 23, Chi Hanwen named him Ersan. Coincidentally, the person who gave the surname happened to be a family named Yi. , so his name is... Yi Er San...

When he picked it up, Ersan was cowering in a corner disgraced by a vicious dog. Afterwards, he was still in shock for a long time. I don’t know if he was born with it or was frightened by the vicious dog. The baby's fat little face is cute.

"The roast chicken for you, take it." Xuxu pinched his little face, "Don't give it to others, do you hear me?"

"Yes! Yes! I see, thank you, Brother Zhu!" Ersan replied with a blushing face, then turned around and ran to an unknown corner.

Xuxu looked at his back and shook his head with a smile.

Xu Xu is the first and only disciple who can enter the upper court to practice. He is the strongest in the lower court, and with his current cultivation base, he is also an outstanding student in the Shang Pavilion. In addition, he often goes down the mountain to wander around the rivers and lakes. He knows a lot, so although he is not the oldest disciple in the House of Commons and has stayed the longest, he has become the "boss" in the House of Commons.

Xu Xu went to the table and took out a few paper bags, and carried them to Uncle Lin's room.

"Uncle Lin!"

Xuxu pushed open the door of the room, Uncle Lin was clearing the table, when he heard the door opening, he turned around and saw him, then greeted him with a smile.

"Wang'er is back?"

"Yeah." Xuxu put the paper bag on the table, "I know that Uncle Lin has a backache recently, and I found a doctor who specializes in this area at the foot of the mountain, and they all said that his medicine is very effective. I will prepare some for Uncle Lin, sooner or later. Apply each once, don't forget!"

Just as Uncle Lin wanted to raise his hand to touch Xuxu's head like when he was a child, he suddenly remembered that Xuxu was much taller than him, and he couldn't reach his head, so he had to put down his half-raised hand, and said in relief: "Wonderful has a heart."

Seeing Uncle Lin raising and lowering his hand, Xuxu felt a little sour, so he pushed Uncle Lin to sit down on the bed, squatted down in front of him, grabbed his hand and put it on his head, and said with a smile: " Uncle Lin needs to touch Wang'er's head more, so that Wang'er will become smarter."

Uncle Lin smiled and patted his head lightly: "Good boy."

After Xuxuan came out of Uncle Lin's room, he ran towards Chaomuju in a familiar way. Halfway through the run, he suddenly wanted to make a fool of himself, so he hid all his aura, kept his footsteps lightest, and tiptoed behind the gate of the courtyard , staring at the slender figure with his back turned to him in the courtyard for a while, then suddenly drew out the sword "Jian Ju" and stabbed at that figure.

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