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

The snow in front of the house was cleared, and two snowmen stood side by side under the dead tree. The snow was white and round, cute and cute.

The four seasons on the Sanzhanjiu Peak are like spring. Xianggu Chunhuo has never built a snowman in the past few years. Now that he has experienced it, he thinks it is quite interesting.

But Weisheng's melons actually laughed at him for making an ugly pile, they are all Tuanxue dumplings, so there is no distinction between beauty and ugliness.

But when the children in the village came to study, they saw the stacked snow balls and laughed at the unattractive pile, which was very confusing.

During the time when Xiang Guchun was recovering from his wounds in the village, the villagers all wanted to make their children feel immortal, so they collected money and chickens, ducks and geese to visit.

They want to ask Xianjun to give some advice to the juniors in the family. Even learning how to read and write is better than being blind.

The real "blind" Xiang Guchun took over the job.

Then he found that these children were really illiterate and needed to be taught from the most basic.

Even Weisheng can barely recognize a few words but can't write very well. The few words he can write are still learned from medical skills, which are crooked and hideous.

Xiang Guchun stared at his handwriting up to the light for a long time but didn't understand it, but took Weisheng as a blush.

Knowing that the responsibilities are heavy and the road is long, he has become a unique blind teacher in the village.

It's just that the children can't come to study every day, and they have to help the family to take care of their younger brothers and sisters. There are always not enough people, so this literacy course can barely squeeze out two days out of every seven days.

It's just that they have learned and forgot to learn, and they stumbled to memorize a poem, missing words and adding sentences. Fortunately, they met Xiang Guchun's temperament, otherwise they would have been punished long ago.

However, Weisheng has a solid memory, and on the days when he was not teaching, Xiang Guchun led Weisheng into the Tao slowly.

Weisheng started late, and one must first solidify the body when practicing Taoism, otherwise the spiritual energy will easily eat back the tendons, and the gain outweighs the loss.

He was striding his horse under the winter sun, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Xiang Guchun looked at him silently for a long time.

Wei Shengyu's future is really bleak on the way of cultivation.

He has an innate spiritual heart, and he can realize the magic of good fortune with just a ray of spiritual energy, and travel outside the body, and he is extraordinarily hardworking, not afraid of tiredness or hardship, and can endure boredom. He is a talented person And hardworking kids.

But the weirdness in his body seriously blocked the generation of his spiritual power. Without spiritual cultivation, it is destined to be impossible to go for a long time, not to mention that his spiritual roots are so dry that his veins may not be much better in the future .

Xiang Guchun couldn't figure out his condition, his physique was unprecedented.

He felt the turbid demonic energy, the pure and holy immortal energy, and the burning evil energy in the faint breath, like a hodgepodge, it was too chaotic.

"It's alright." He said to Weisheng, "Let's rest!"

Weisheng breathed out his luck, stood up steadily, and strode up to Xiang Guchun, "Xianjun, the herbs on the eyes should be changed."

Xiang Guchun took off the white cloth covering his eyes, grabbed the snow from behind and rubbed it on his eyes, Weisheng gasped as he watched, Xiang Guchun waved his hands indifferently, cleaned the herbs on his eyes a few times, and slowly Slowly opened his eyes.

Finally, there was no hazy white mist in his eyes.

"That's great Xianjun, this prescription is really useful!" Wei Sheng was overjoyed, and smiled.

Xiang Guchun also laughed. In fact, those herbs had little effect on Xiang Guchun, they just made his eyes feel better.

But seeing the young man so happy, Xiang Guchun felt joy in his heart, "Yes, it really is a good recipe."

Weisheng was happy to kill a chicken to celebrate. Xiangguchun stood in front of the house with his hands down, looking up at the endless fiery red sky, and the sunset was burning in his eyes that had recovered.

He hesitated for a while, then said, "Weisheng, I'm leaving tomorrow."

Weisheng, who was carrying the chicken with one hand, was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Xiang Guchun in surprise, as if he couldn't digest the meaning of his words.

After a short while, Weisheng blinked quickly a few times, nodded and said: "Then we need to add some delicious dishes today, what Xianjun wants to eat, I will make it for you."

Xiang Guchun took out three magic talismans from his sleeve, and said: "Since I promised you that day, I will not go back on my promise, but Hanshan has changed, and I will take you back to protect you. These are three magic talismans. If you have trouble , then burned it to tell me, I will try my best to come, if you leave this place to go elsewhere, also burn a copy and send me a message, so that I can find you in the future."

He solemnly looked into Weisheng's eyes, "I will definitely take you away."

Sure enough, Weisheng cooked a table of good dishes for Xiangguchun to practice. After nightfall, Weisheng lit candles, and Xiangguchun finished telling him the remaining two chapters of the Book of Songs.

After the young man blew out the lights and fell asleep, Xiang Guchun walked out lightly.

When I came to the courtyard, the two snowmen were still standing under the tree foolishly.

Xiang Guchun didn't know how to describe the colliding emotions in his heart. He looked back, and the brick and stone house seemed to become very sad in an instant.

Gu Chunjian hummed in his hands, as if complaining about his slowness.

Xiang Guchun withdrew his gaze, gathered his aura under the moonlight, frost fell down one after another, and he disappeared in the bright moonlight.

Candles were rekindled in the silent and dark room, Weisheng opened the window, and reached out to catch a handful of small falling snow, and when the snow turned into running water in his palm, he lay down on the window sill, raised his hand and wiped his eyes .

The three talismans were placed close to his front, Wei Sheng whispered: "It's really like a dream."

He smiled wryly, and said to himself: "Weisheng, dreams will always wake up one day."

Xiang Guchun's escape from the dead and his return to Hanshan caused shocking waves in the comprehension world. The forces of all parties recalculated and vigorously embraced him as the head of the sect.

Xiang Guchun became the new head of Han Shan.

Ge Yun's death was tracked down to Elder Fu Ning, who fled overnight, Xianggu Chun chased him thousands of miles away, the two fought against the seashore, sword qi intertwined and set off huge waves, in the end it was Xianggu Chunyue who killed the elder under the sword, Avenged the death of my junior sister.

It's not that Xiang Guchun didn't suspect Sang Qi, but there is no evidence, at least the current indications suggest that Sang Qi has nothing to do with Ge Yun's death.

Sang Qi's being the head is nothing more than being made into a puppet. In order to avoid suspicion, he almost destroyed himself and cultivated himself.

In the past, Prime Minister Gu Chun knew that these three junior brothers had soft temperaments, but now he has seen him in a different way.

It's just that this speculation is groundless, after many years of getting along with the brothers and sisters, Xiang Guchun dare not say that these things must have something to do with him.

Since he took over as the acting head, there have been a lot of affairs, and the cultivation world has been repeatedly flooded by evil currents. There was even a small vortex of heavenly tribulation that appeared on the top of Han Mountain, which almost destroyed Han Mountain's foundation.

Many major events made Xiang Guchun tiresome, and the plan to bring back the boy from the village was delayed again and again.

But fortunately for Xiang Guchun, the talisman summon never sounded, which proved that the boy should be safe and sound in the village.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye.

Xiang Guchun felt deeply tired.

This time, the turbulent evil current has reached the level that ordinary monks cannot resist, and it is necessary to invite the Immortal Court Immortal to come forward.

The real fairy who came looked like a young man, he looked at the situation carefully, and then asked Hanshan's disciple for a jug of wine.

He said that the wine in the world is really delicious, and the wine in Xianting used to be as weak as white water.

The monks were almost unable to be killed. This time, not only the human race was infected, but even the demons and even the ghost race were not spared. During the killing process, more monks were seriously injured and alienated, turning into walking corpses.

This battle was fought so fiercely that white ash was scattered all over this vast land.

Saying goodbye in the realm of comprehension is to bow with arms in hand, express admiration for each other, and also have the meaning of inviting and wishing for the future.

Xianggu Chun held his sword together and led the monks to bow down to the Immortal Court True Immortal.

People in the world have all kinds of misunderstandings about true immortals, thinking that they must be brilliant when they appear on the stage, but in fact, they don't need any imposing oppression at all in their realm.

This true immortal who can move mountains and fill seas, whose age is unknown, is such a fool.

Some disciples also secretly asked their master, why are the immortals of Xianting willing to open the ancient evil formation, don't they spare their lives, don't they feel like a firecracker?

The implication is that they are like objects, when they are needed, they are ignited and burned, and there is nothing left.

The disciple was too angry. He felt that the monks were too weak, and he couldn't understand the attitude towards the real immortal. He said: "Why don't you think of a way? If they don't die, there is a better way. , They are the strongest true immortals! We will never reach that level in our lifetime, how can ordinary people compare with true immortals, what they did was to leave their names in history, and we are still struggling here..."

Xiang Guchun stood outside the door and heard the conversation between the master and the apprentice. The master's tone was unprecedentedly serious, and he said coldly: "Get out!"

They have no answer, they have no way.

The young man walked to the edge of the cliff with the wine gourd, turned his head and said to them: "The way of heaven will not drive all living beings to extinction. If the way of heaven is so inhumane, you can protect one generation after another."

Black mist billowed behind him, and the white sand was like snow.

Zhenxian sighed, and said: "But I think there is still some light."

The majestic spiritual power exploded around him. At this moment, the young man seemed to be as described in the legend—Xianting's true immortal is supernatural, and he is like the light and the dust, transforming thousands of things.

He leaned back and shouted towards the sky: "My flowers must be the most beautiful!!"

The silver light soared into the sky, and the youth's figure was hidden in the heaven-penetrating circle, the evil current dissipated, the sky shone, and countless tangled silver flowers bloomed all over the mountains and plains on the white ash.

Xiang Guchun lifted the hem of his clothes and bowed down, saying: "Respectfully send the fairy—"

Xiang Yinli did this many times in the past, but now it's him, there is still no difference.

The monks returned to the town to recuperate.

Xiang Gu Chunyin disappeared and sat on the roof to enjoy the breeze, with several wine jars in hand.

This wine is very spicy in the mouth, and the taste is not very good, but it does feel better after drinking.

Some disciples were discussing matters in low voices in the aisle.

"The cleaning task is almost done. There are no hidden dangers in the south. I must sleep well when I go back this time. Nothing saves my life more than sleep."

The disciple was obviously very tired, otherwise the monk would not have said that he was going to sleep.

His fellow student sighed: "Don't forget there is one more."

"Realist Shuyin and Elder Yan who is too clear in Xubu have both gone in person, so it shouldn't be our business." The disciple wailed, "And the evil thing is just going to deliver medicine to the patients, so we don't want to get rid of it." After checking, it is indeed an ordinary herbal medicine... Sigh, this is the first time I have seen an evil thing with so much mind, but he looks like that, maybe he is really a kind of evil freak, quite scary."

The same door said: "Realist Shuyin is kind, and it is to see if he is still in his mind that he can fulfill his wish. Who knows if he has killed anyone before."

"What's the name of that evil thing? What kind of life, it doesn't have a surname." The disciple asked.

"...It's called Weisheng." The same door thought for a while, "Light as grass, a tiny creature, tsk, that's how it got its name. Huh? Who jumped off the roof just now?"

The disciple next to him stared wide-eyed and stammered, "It seems, it seems to be our acting master!"

Weisheng more or less predicted the arrival of this day.

At least when the group of monks in red found him, he didn't have much fear in his heart, but rather relaxed with a sense of relief.

In the tenth month after Xiang Guchun left, the weird aura about him finally broke out again, and everyone in the village fell seriously ill, almost like a plague.

After the villagers got better, they found that they would feel dizzy, nauseated and vomit whenever they were close to Dr. Weisheng, and there were many nightmares at night, and ghosts and strange phenomena appeared one after another.

But the villagers in this village did not drive him away. They were grateful for the doctor's life-saving grace and thought it was some kind of evil wind disease. Even though there had been a lot of whispers, they did not embarrass him after all.

Later, on Weisheng's forehead grew demon horns, and a big bulge appeared on his spine, as if something was about to break out of his body, and more symptoms followed. He couldn't smell blood, otherwise he would Drowsy, not knowing where he is.

He was dressed in black cloth every day, and the tall and thin boy turned into an eighty-year-old man. Even so, the villagers still thought he was suffering from a strange disease and wanted to call a doctor for him.

It's just that the doctor didn't invite him, so he frightened Miss Que of Granny Liu's family into fainting on the spot because of his pair of red pupils, and ran before the gate of hell.

Weisheng left the village.

He gradually tried to control the appearance of the double horns on his forehead, and a pair of ferocious bone wings burst out from the bulge on his back. He didn't know what kind of monster he was turning into, these things would come out uncontrollably because of the smell of blood.

His eyes could no longer change to their previous color, and the blood-thick pupils were very strange.

The unavoidable smell helped him instead, people didn't like to get close to him, they only thought that there was a strange doctor in town.

And with the outbreak of evil currents everywhere, his aura became thicker and weaker, and his aura wandered around in many places, and finally he walked back from the south to the north.

Going around, he returned to the place where he escaped from the cage.

At this moment, Sifang Tiandi is his cage.

Sometimes he would think of the monk named Xue Sheng, the three talismans were in the front pocket, in the pocket near the heart.

He never thought of using them. He would just take out the talismans secretly to have a look at the leaky ruined temple, the thatched shed where flies were flying everywhere, or the dark alleys where wild cats roamed.

Weisheng couldn't read the words on it, but just looking at it made him feel happier.

This is not the first time he has been hiding like this, but this time the situation is extremely bad.

He was still bumped into those hideous bone wings.

The other party was a knowledgeable businessman who shouted: "Demon! Monster!"

Then run away like shit.

...It turns out that this is a demon.

Wei Sheng touched the sharp corner of his forehead and smiled helplessly, but he vaguely sensed that maybe ordinary monsters would not be so disgusting.

Until he frightened even a little devil cub and ran away crying, he knew that there was nothing wrong with his intuition.

Maybe one day he will really become crazy, become that person is not human, devil is not devil, evil is not evil.

When the monks from Hanshan blocked him in the alley, he still had a bundle of medicine in his hand.

It was a woman whose husband was suffering from a loss of soul and went to the doctor indiscriminately. She begged to find him. She probably thought that he would have some kind of sorcery to bring the dead back to life, and she wanted to try it anyway.

Forced to the extreme, she is willing to believe even if it is a demonic method.

But Weisheng actually doesn't know those things, but his medicine is indeed useful for the loss of soul disease, just like the pills given to the evil spirits back then.

The medicine was not delivered, so when the monk found out, he turned around and ran away.

He spread his wings and flew for a certain distance, but the monks screamed and formed an array, Yu Jian knocked him down from the sky.

When he was lying on the ground, Weisheng actually found it amazing that he was able to fly such a distance, and he was still several feet away. He thought it was very interesting.

The monks of Hanshan were really good at talking, they regarded him as a monster infected with evil currents, and seeing that he still had his mind, they prevented Tai Qingzong from beheading him on the spot.

The real person named "Shu Yin" asked him if he had a last wish, which was to uphold the kindness of teaching and killing the remaining spiritual beings.

He said he wanted to deliver the medicine, Master Shuyin agreed, and followed him to watch him deliver the medicine. He also collected some money and bought several bunches of candied haws on the street. Give them whatever you want.

It was also the first time for Wen Shuyin to see such a sober monster. He asked Elder Xu Bu Taiqing Yan for his opinion. Yan Yuanhan, who was practicing the Ruthless Dao, said the word "kill" without hesitation.

Immortal Shuyin also knew that this person was a demon, and the mad power of demons was far greater than that of monks, not to mention the aura of this young man was too weird.

They didn't dare to gamble, even Xiangyinli had set up an instruction not to misplace evil things.

They took the demonized boy to a secluded wilderness in the outskirts.

The beautiful moon hangs high, and the moon is like water.

At this moment, Weisheng realized a trace of fear belatedly.

He subconsciously clenched his front, but remembered that he had secretly pressed the three talismans under the bricks in front of the woman's door, and no one would ever find out that a monk from Hanshan had ever been involved with evil things.

Weisheng believed that the monk really wanted to accept him as an apprentice, and his serious expression when he taught himself to practice reading was like this clear moon.

It was Weisheng himself who took it as a harmless joke.

He knows that his physique is abnormal, so even if the other party is sincere, there will be too much involuntary.

Being a monk of Hanshan is hard enough.

People have an innate desire for survival, Weisheng watched sharp nails grow out of his trembling hands, and the magic and evil breath poured out.

Wen Shuyin sacrificed a magic weapon to tie him tightly, and the spiritual power entered his body, causing Weisheng to kneel in pain.

He actually wanted to ask God why I was the only one who couldn't survive.

However, the world is silent, there are many people who can't survive in such troubled times, there are not many more, and there are many less.

He could also hear the voice deep in his blood that tempted him to be completely enchanted.

He has obviously never been infected with evil currents. This kind of disease is brought out in the womb, and evil currents give birth to fetuses, but it is not tolerated by heaven.

"Why is your life so hard?"

"Isn't it good to be demonized and evil? Isn't it good to sink into murderous desire? At least be happy, at least not be in pain."

"Look at you, people are neither human nor ghost, since the world doesn't allow you, why do you allow the world!"

"If you die, there will be nothing..."

He had a splitting headache and wished he could shatter his spirit.

But every time at this time, he would think of the people he met before.

It was the simple and honest villagers in the village, the girl who left him candy, and the passerby who asked him if he felt unwell.

It is also the misty eyes of the fairy king.

Weisheng trembled all over, Wen Shuyin sighed when he saw this, and as usual asked three questions before killing a sane monster.

"Do you have a family?"

"No." Weisheng replied tremblingly, "I don't have a family."

"Do you have any regrets?"

Weisheng's mind flashed the face of the monk, he pursed his lips, and made a series of vague breath sounds.

In the end, he laughed dumbly.

Xue Sheng should not be his real name, and he will not ask further.

"...No." He said, "I have no regrets."

Yan Yuanhan pulled out the Jishuang sword, and the light of the autumn water sword reflected the young man's slightly embarrassed figure and tears all over his face.

"You—do you have obsession?"

Weisheng finally cried out.

The bone wings wrapping his body slowly retracted back, he couldn't cry, his body twitched and trembled.

He was terrified to the extreme, and tried to open his eyes wide, but everything was blurry, and he could only vaguely discern the flame pattern of the crimson robe that contained mountains and flowing clouds, like the burning clouds in the sky on the day the monk left.

…Maybe Xianjun would look good in this outfit.

Weisheng has no impression of his biological parents. The people who took care of him probably died in the end or had to abandon him, drive him away, and persuade him to leave with pity.

No one has promised him that much in more than ten years.

And even if it's just a promise that doesn't have to be fulfilled, he still thinks it sounds very nice and very happy.

Weisheng closed his eyes, slowly raised his head, exposing his throat.

Tears trickled down his temples.

He said softly: "I don't...I don't have obsessions."

The sword energy of Jishuang Sword swept across in an instant!

The chill was overwhelming, and Yan Yuanhan's sword could directly cut off the soul of the evil thing, making him disappear from now on, and there is no such person in the world.

when--!

The crisp sound of interlacing swords spread to the ears of everyone present, and the spiritual power clashed, and the spiritual waves suddenly swayed in all directions!

Many of the monks have fallen back a few steps, and even Daoist Shuyin took half a step back.

Only Yan Yuanhan stood firm, he looked coldly at the red-clothed sect leader who descended from the sky, and the ruthless way opened a crack in an instant.

He almost thought he saw Xiang Yinli!

But soon Elder Yan quickly calmed down the change in his heart, and said coldly: "Back off, Xianggu Chun!"

The sword aura exploded, this time Xiang Guchun didn't use the sword to resist, he forcibly received Yan Yuanhan's sword aura but didn't say a word, still maintaining the posture of putting one hand on the back of his heart.

Because of his loose robe today, with the cuffs stretched out, it was as if he was holding Weisheng tightly in his arms.

In fact, he also chose to do so, because he could clearly feel the violently trembling body of the young man, and hear the choked sobs that were almost uncontrollable.

"Don't be afraid." Xiang Guchun comforted him in a low voice, then raised his head and said to Yan Yuanhan: "This child has a special constitution, not infected with evil currents, please ask Elder Yan to find out the reason before I can make a conclusion."

"Absurd." Yan Yuanhan said: "The evil thing would rather be killed by mistake than let it go by mistake. Xianggu Chun, why do you protect him like this?"

Weisheng didn't have much consciousness left, he leaned against the soft red haze-like crimson robe, like sinking into the burning clouds of the setting sun.

The fresh snow-like breath enveloped him, and he seemed to have returned to the night of heavy snow that winter.

This is like a miracle, like a beautiful dream.

"He is my apprentice."

Regardless of the shock of everyone present, Xiang Guchun replied loudly: "He is my apprentice! Master has the responsibility to teach, question, punish, and protect his disciples, why can't I protect him!"

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