Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

The Hanshan incident was raging like a storm, and Xiang Guchun in a remote village held mottled white paper in his hand, and his brows were gradually furrowed.

In the past, he was ignorant of the world, but it didn't mean he had no insight into the world. He returned the sweat-soaked tissue paper to the black-faced man, and a chill ran through his heart.

Granny Liu was trembling and leaning on a cane, wiping away tears on Weisheng's bedside.

Jinwu's footsteps passed the half-sheet of paper pasted on the window, and the man helped the old man away after he had to talk about it.

When he just stepped over the threshold, he was stopped by someone, and when he looked back, he saw a stack of freshly baked talismans in the monk's hand.

The people in the village have not seen many foreign visitors, but they are accompanied by nature every day, and the washing of mountains, rivers and streams can also improve their eyesight.

Doctor Weisheng did good deeds and accumulated virtue, and often picked up people to go home. This incident was not uncommon in the village. At least I met this farmer three or four times, but none of them had the demeanor of a monk.

Even though he was wearing coarse kudzu clothes, his eyes were empty and helpless, and his demeanor had a charm that made people dare not get close to him, but in fact he would not feel timid or afraid.

Xiang Guchun said: "This talisman can create a barrier by itself. I don't know how many families there are in the village. If it is not enough, I will come again. Just stick it in front of the door, and stick it on the stele at the entrance of the village."

He handed over the talisman paper, Grandma Liu shook his hand up and down, and tears came to her eyes again, "Xianjun, Weisheng is a good boy, the old lady listened to what outsiders said and asked about immortal fate, if he has some aura, I also ask Xianjun to take care of you."

Xianggu Chun was dumbfounded, Wei Shengyin was a bit weird in his bones, it was not a good material for seeking immortality.However, Hanshan has always recruited disciples with one heart and two talents, and the disciples of Xiangyinli's sect dare not say that all of them are extremely talented and have good intentions. Even if Xiangyinli is here, it will not prevent him from getting started .

Since he promised the child before, there is no reason to go back on his word, but now that Hanshan's change has come to the fore, Xianggu Chun himself is not safe, so why bother to drag a young man who has not entered the Tao into the muddy water.

After seeing the two off, Xianggu Chunzhe returned to Weisheng's bed.

Judging by his breath, the young man had already half sat up, and Xiang Guchun followed his old way of taking care of others, serving tea, feeding water and cushioning pillows, flowing freely, not at all like a blind person.

But Xianggu Chun knew well that a cultivator's state is excellent, he can abandon the five senses and integrate himself into all things, but few people come to that enlightened state, and there is a lot of turbidity in the lower realm of cultivation and his spiritual power has collapsed. Even the master can't recover the peak, How can he completely abandon perception with his current body.

At this time, his daily life is fine, and he is really at the point of fighting with others. His eyes must be the opponent's weakness.

It seems that the itinerary back to Hanshan cannot be rushed for a few days.

It's just that Master has disappeared into the void for only a few days, and Hanshan has already been in turmoil, Rao Xiangguchun felt a little sad and desolate in his heart.

Weisheng observed his words, stretched out his hand to grab the monk's sleeve, and tugged to attract his attention.

"Why does that sword of yours keep ringing?" he asked.

Gu Chunjian was lying on the stage with his sword, and heard that he turned over and was about to fall to the ground, but was caught by Xiang Guchun with one hand.

Xiang Guchun said helplessly, "Because I'm still gambling."

Weisheng opened his eyes wide, "Jian also gets angry?"

"If the sword gives birth to wisdom, it is no different from the spirit of vegetation. Vegetation has four seasons, and sword spirits also have their own temperament." Xiang Guchun looked at Gu Chunjian in his hand, smiled and said: "I have a bad temper. "

He turned the sword horizontally and handed it to Weisheng horizontally, "Try it?"

For the first time, this mature young man showed a green and dazed expression. He looked back and forth between Xiang Guchun and the sword in his hand, and said softly: "Is it okay?"

Usually it is not possible, Gu Chunjian is an arrogant character, made of the bright black iron gifted by the fairy court to the upper cultivation world, it is an unprecedented opportunity to be willing to follow Xiang Guchun, even the elders of Hanshan could not make it easy in the past unsheathed.

In the past, if it was touched by such a mountain village boy, he would whip the opponent's ass and drive him all over the mountain.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Weisheng seemed to hesitate for a moment, then stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, a lightning-like spiritual flow passed from the hilt of the sword into his body.

Suddenly the sky and the earth are clear, and all the rivers return to the sea. He seems to have escaped from this scarred body, and becomes the free breeze outside the window, blowing the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas covered with snow, and the pine waves smashing the ice on the leaves like anger. Ten thousand years of crystal reflect the atmosphere of the world.

He walked out of this remote village and saw the bustling city and the bustling market, the candied gourds on the hawker's grass were crystal clear, the swallow's nest from last spring was under the house, and there were teenagers and girls reaching out to break the icicles hanging upside down from the eaves at the corner.

Farther away, thousands of skeletons are piled up beside the turbulent Xieliu River. They are the remains of common people. Men and women can’t be distinguished, their faces can’t be seen clearly, let alone their origins and whereabouts; no matter how deep the darkness is, even the bones have been obliterated. , the white ash was like another snow falling, covering it layer by layer, spreading out a vast snowy desert, and the jade cards and magic weapons of the sect were gradually buried.

The world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog.

After a desperate fight, it was nothing more than such a blizzard.

Anger, pain, sorrow, despair... the huge vortex overwhelmed the boy.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder in Weisheng's ears, and the wandering soul was chopped back into the heavy body.

He seemed to be fished out of the water, and his whole body was drenched. His eyes fixed on the smiling monk in front of him.

The remaining spiritual flow flashed across his eyes, and a cool breath came over his face.

He saw the monk in front of him chisel out an ice-molded snow-like shell, the cool spiritual power circulating in his meridians like the icy flood season in early spring, and the soul above the atrium was split in two and turned into a slender chain, firmly tied There is a figure curled up in the depths with his arms around his shoulders.

The figure raised his head, revealing a face that was so beautiful that it was not like a mortal object. He looked around blankly as if he could not see or hear, his broken hair fell down, and the silver flower pattern on his forehead was photographed. Heart and soul.

"Ah!" Weisheng screamed, and Gu Chunjian let go, making an angry sword cry.

And Xiang Guchun looked at him with a little surprise, his expression somewhat overlapped with the clear figure just now.

"What is that..." Weisheng murmured, sweating profusely.

Xiang Guchun's expression became a little dignified.

He didn't expect this young man to have such fundamental aptitude, nor did he expect that he could see through the strangeness in himself when he first saw the Dao.

Xiang Guchun said: "That is the world in the eyes of monks."

He looked into the young man's still-shocked eyes, and asked, "Knowing the world and knowing its suffering, do you still want to practice Taoism and swordsmanship?"

The young man clenched the wet mattress tightly, and the ideal that should have been extinguished long ago struggled weakly in his heart.

He doesn't want to see children whose families are ruined and ruined to sell themselves to others, being escorted back and forth like livestock; When keeping something, there is still no power to restrain the chicken.

Zeng also had a lonely and brave ambition, willing to shed blood in times of peril, not trying to turn the tide, but wanting to be ashamed of his heart.

Wei Sheng gritted his teeth with red eyes: "I want to!"

"it is good."

Xiang Guchun said: "Then I will teach you."

The years of the village are simple and regular.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. In heavy snow days, you need to take out the food you have stored in the three seasons. You can also make frozen persimmons and roasted sweet potatoes during the solar terms. The snow at the door must be shoveled regularly, and the charcoal fire at home must be replenished in time.

Xiang Guchun's talisman played a certain role, but Shanshita still didn't send monks to check.

When Xiang Guchun recovered some spiritual power, he took advantage of the darkness to go up the mountain to kill the remaining evil creatures. Although it took a lot of effort, he finally eliminated the hidden dangers.

As a result, the people in the village didn't have to plant that medicinal herb anymore, and their serious troubles were relieved, and they became more enthusiastic about Weisheng's family, and even helped him rebuild the house and set aside a few acres of land to go there.

The world of comprehension held a grand funeral for Xiang Yinli. There was not even a single initiator of this funeral, and the world was full of white clothes.

There has never been such a scene of the death of a monk. Even the monsters and demons spontaneously came to mourn in accordance with the customs of the human race.

But with Xiang Yinli's death, the cultivation world also fell into great despair in grief.

Counting the true immortals in Xianting, there are only six left. Even if they are righteous and willing to die, it is only a temporary plan. Where will this world go?

The incident of Hanshan was quelled at a strange speed, and even the folks did not spread any rumors.

Master succeeds to apprentice, this is an old custom in the upper cultivation world, people no longer demand what a dead person should do, even if Xiang Yinli once said that he would not continue this tradition, but his disciples will inherit Hanshan, It also seems to be more reassuring than others.

The powerful ancestors in the world know more or less that among the three disciples who drink together, the eldest disciple Xiang Guchun is indifferent, the second disciple Ge Yun is reckless, and the third disciple Sang Qi is cowardly. None of them is the best candidate. .

But precisely because they are Xiang Yinli's disciples, these shortcomings are no longer important. The cultivation world now needs a pillar, a pillar that can carry Xiangyinli's shadow.

When Xiang Guchun was sitting on the low bench in front of Weisheng's house washing clothes, he often thought of Master.

Once he remembered, he raised his head and "looked" at the white and flimsy clouds.

Master's selection of apprentices does not actually have much intention for them to inherit his identity.Xiang Guchun's introduction was facilitated by Yan Yuanhan, while Ge Yun was picked up in the ruins of a family of cultivators who had been destroyed. Xiang Yinli asked her what she wanted, and he could give her an ordinary life as stable as possible. You can also let her hold the sword to revenge.

Ge Yun chose the latter, and after avenging her blood, she returned to Hanshan, asking Xiangyinli to abolish her cultivation.

Xiang Yinli didn't do that, he accepted her as his disciple.

Since then, Ge Yun's sword has never touched a living person's life. She went on a rampage thousands of miles to kill those infected by the evil current, but she would not feel hatred or desire to kill anyone.

As for Sang Qi, his fate was saved by Xiang Yinli and Xiang Guchun, but Xiang Yinli did not really accept him as a direct disciple.Sang Qi knelt beside the three cups of wine for three days, saying that there was no one at home, and A Niang had only one request for him before she died, and that was to step into the fairyland.

At that time, Xiang Yinli was no longer in the sect, and it was Ge Yun who carried him back. She didn't know the joint, but looked at the little doll like a puppy in the rain, pitiful and a little bit unbearable.

But she didn't know how to take care of the child, so she left the dusty little dog-like child to Xiang Gu Chun to take care of her.

Xiang Guchun was even more ignorant, so when he asked the child, he was ignorant, so he thought that the master had accepted him as a junior.

Later, when Xiang Yinli came back, he talked to the stubborn child alone, but he didn't know the result, but in the end the headmaster acquiesced to him on the peak, but he never taught him swordsmanship.

It was Xiang Gu Chun who took time out of his busy schedule to lead him by the hand.

"Xianjun." Weisheng walked steadily and walked with wind, and when he walked into the courtyard, he smiled at Gu Chun, shook a basket of big harvest in his hand, and said: "Eat fish at night."

... It took him a long time to realize that people's hearts can change.

Xiang Guchun looked at the young man with thin shoulders.

If the young man felt something, he turned around and said: "Xianjun, please help me to pick some green onions from the basin, and I will wash the clothes. Just now Aunt Li sent a soup lady and left it outside the door. I was sweating hot at night, left and right No need, let Xianjun use it."

People's hearts will change, a fate is a bet.

Xiang Yinli gambled wrong several times, he, an unreasonable creature, might not have better luck than Master.

But suddenly he wanted to give it a try.

That was the first time that Xiang Guchun wanted to fight for a win.

He wanted to believe the boy.