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

Xiang Guchun picked up the bowl and drank the boiled decoction in one gulp.

This concoction is extremely bitter, and the root of the tongue will feel numb when you smell it through a door, and it's like drinking it in one gulp.

Even if Xiang Guchun could bear it, he still frowned slightly, and his whole tongue was stiff.

Sitting upright in the thin purple clothes, he raised his hand to put the black pieces on the chessboard back into the jar. The clothes were spread out layer by layer, his long hair was loose and tied at the end with a ribbon of the same color, and there was an exquisite jade on his forehead.

This body made him feel immortal, like a fairy sitting on a cloud.

However, if he hadn't twisted the chess piece with his right hand and held a piece of melon in his left hand, his immortal energy would have been more abundant.

Zhou Minggui, who was sitting beside him, was even more straightforward, holding half of a melon and eating it with a spoon.

He glanced at the chessboard with his head slightly, and said in surprise, "A draw?"

Xiang Guchun's chess skills are average, learning to play chess is just to prevent nesting of chess games and formations in the formation, so he knows a little about all kinds of chess, and has memorized a lot of ancient chess records, but rarely plays against others.

And Bo Ziyi is not the same as him, in Chunqi Meeting Huanlou, he must be proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is good at piano, and when he meets elegant guests, he usually plays chess and flirts there, and he plays the piano for fun.

"Hey, you guys are too... well, pretend I didn't say..."

Zhou Ling was hesitant to speak in the eyes of the two looking over, and retreated to continue eating melons.

Zhou Minggui's chess skills can go back and forth with Yan Yuanhan for three to five days without ending. In his eyes, the game between Bo Ziyi and Xiang Guchun is simply a scene of big chickens pecking each other.

What's outrageous is that these two stinky chess baskets don't seek to win or lose. If they can't go on, they draw. Often one side will readily agree to the other's convenience.

Xiang Guchun put down the porcelain bowl, and took back the white pieces one by one. Zhou Minggui looked at the bottom of his clean bowl disapprovingly, and said, "I said, why are you drinking this kind of medicine for calming the mind all day long? It's the same for clearly reciting the heart formula, or is there something you're hiding from us?"

"It's okay to use Qingxin Jue to refresh the mind, but in terms of mildness and long-lasting, our mortal soup is better." Bo Ziyi took a bite of the melon and glanced at Zhou Ling, "If you want to drink it, I will give it to you too open."

"Farewell, farewell, I'd rather study that formation than drink this." Zhou Ling begged for mercy.

Xiang Guchun suppressed the bitterness on the back of his tongue, and said: "I tried the flow of spiritual power in the Great Formation of Fengxie yesterday, and there should be no major obstacles. The evil flow flows to the weak places of the earth, like rivers and rivers flowing into the sea. The conversion rune Hanshan is underway, and it has achieved results, but the array of earth energy adjustment still needs a large number of monks to assist."

Mentioning this, Zhou Ling put away his indecency, and Bo Ziyi showed a serious face.

"It's not difficult to do this in today's comprehension world, but there is only one thing, this evil sealing formation is still a formation after all."

Xianggu Chunning said: "What's more, what's more, what's to be carried is the spiritual power of the ancient eradication of evil. At that time, the immortals in Xianting will have almost no resistance in the formation. Once the evil current comes and they have not activated the transformation, they may It has been swallowed up by evil."

"Protect the array." Bo Ziyi said: "And the magic weapon is not feasible. There are three joints in the keel of the human world, and the three seals will inevitably echo. Once one party makes a mistake, the seal will not be able to activate. Or the evil will run out of control and all rush to the hollow. place, then a big hole will be rotted in the four directions in an instant, and even if it can be repaired, the spiritual energy here will escape rapidly."

He came to a conclusion, "We need to protect the formation with people. If there is an accident, we can use the blockade formation method to suspend it for a while."

Zhou Minggui also said: "We still have four true immortals left, and if something goes wrong, the fourth one will also be able to help in time."

Xiang Guchun nodded, and asked, "How's the discussion on the southern demon clan going?"

This matter is under the control of the Taiqing sect, Zhou Ling said: "The demon lord has no objection, only that they should be treated the same as ordinary monks when they live in the southern realm, but they will not participate in the governance of the southern realm, and will not kill anyone in the other three places. The deed of the demon clan of the pass token will still continue."

"From now on, this human world and the realm of comprehension will be called the Sifang Realm." Bo Ziyi said suddenly.

"Sifangjie." Xiang Guchun nodded, "It's the Sifangjie."

Zhou Ling was quite emotional. He is a monk who came down from the upper cultivation world, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. He said, "Sifangjie is also very good."

Xiang Guchun, the head of Hanshan Dynasty, Zhou Ling, the quasi-suzerain of Taiqingzong, and Bo Ziyi, the emperor's son Jiangxi Jingjun, each recited the Four Directions between their lips and teeth.

This flimsy word has the weight of thousands of souls.

The three of them discussed again for half an hour about the big formation, and made an appointment to simulate the direction of spiritual power and possible accidents in another day.

When it really stopped, there was already a last quarter moon hanging outside the house.

Bo Ziyi needs to go to the east to comfort the dead tomorrow and call out their souls with songs, and Zhou Ling will go there together to help the reconstruction after the disaster, so he simply lives in Hanshan and sets off directly to the east tomorrow morning.

"By the way, there is one more thing." When Bo Ziyi got up, he said: "The day before yesterday your junior brother Sang Qi came to Dizi Jiangxi to ask for divination, and he exchanged the old things from the head of the prime minister."

"Master's old thing?" Xiang Guchun frowned and said, "Why is it Master's old thing, what hexagram did he ask for?"

"What you're asking, I'm also a descendant of the emperor, so I don't want to tell you." Bo Ziyi paused and said, "However, there are still a few things I can say. His, but that item is also quite precious. My master didn’t want to help him do the math, so he asked for this exchange, but who knows that he really gave it out, but asked an irrelevant hexagram.”

"Master specially asked me to remind Hanshan acting head—"

Before the words were finished, Bo Ziyi fell silent, his eyes fell on a sparrow that fell on the plum tree outside the house, and he took it back for a moment, but said: "The way of heaven looks down, don't plant evil causes."

He covered the writing on the table with his long sleeves, only to see that he wrote in watery spirit: Beware of this person.

Weisheng spent a day recuperating from his injuries on the peak, and it was night when he set off again.

He came to bid farewell to Master.

A line of light from the spiritual fire leaked through the crack of the door, creating a straight line of light on the ground.

Weisheng closes his eyes and can imagine Xianggu Chun's appearance at this time. There must be scrolls, large and small, suspended in front of him, and spiritual brushes are running through them, like weaving a complicated piece of cloth. device or paper manuscripts that need to be recorded.

After coming to Hanshan for so long, Weisheng took the initiative to take on many tasks for the sake of experience, and gradually became acquainted with other disciples, and even cooperated with real disciples from major sects.

At first, there were a lot of people who didn't want to see him, and Weisheng understood their attitude. His background and cultivation didn't match his status as the acting head disciple, and he joined the sect suddenly.

Some comrades would tell him not to discredit the sect.

Those with a bad temper would reject and isolate him, and he was the only one left out when distributing medical medicine. When asked, he thought that the acting head would give a panacea to his own disciples.

However, this kind of overly aggressive behavior often occurs when traveling with teenagers of the same age, and most of the older ones are lukewarm and polite to him.

In such a situation, Weisheng might choose to go away alone in the past, but now he wants to survive in Hanshan, his achievements are related to Xiangguchun.

Even though the disciples who had been under Xiangyin Li's sect each had their own faults, no one dared to question their strength. Xiang Guchun was a double master in the world, and Ge Yunyi opened a mountain with one sword.

As for Sang Qi, it is still doubtful whether he is a disciple of Yin Li. He does not have a strong sense of presence on weekdays, but his talent for concealment is extremely high.

Weisheng knows what needs to be done to integrate into a sect, and his indifference will make Xiangguchun's loneliness even more criticized.

Observing words and emotions is precisely what Weisheng has always been good at.

He knows who can be exchanged with sincerity, who needs to be lured by benefits, and who can't make friends at all, but will not fall into a situation where water and fire are incompatible.

There are not many people in Hanshan who really hate him, and more of them are worried about the future of the sect. They are even worried about Xiang Guchun, let alone him as a disciple.

If you show your strength in front of such people, you can get their approval.

If you meet a young man with a big heart, you can find one or two people as an entry point, and you can get to know them slowly.

There are often times of life and death in the mission, and with life-threatening friendships, the comrades gradually realize that this little creature is actually not a bad person.

He is willing to endure hardships without putting on airs, is willing to take responsibility, protects the weak, and is not afraid of power.His brains are not bad either. When he was negotiating conditions with Renhuang, he used chess to discuss the world with ease.

And he was also the first disciple in recent decades to get a "good" disciple after cooperating with Taiqingzong Yan Yuanhan.

In the blink of an eye, Weisheng's cultivation has improved rapidly, and after a few trials and tribulations in the field of life and death, he has caught up with Hanshan's level at the fastest speed.

Nowadays, when crossing the tribulations in the four directions, thunder and fire are no longer falling into the body, but the advanced monks go through seclusion and go through the calamity, either they will live reborn or die silently.

Weisheng was alone when he advanced several times, and his fellow Taoists felt that he could not make it through several times, and even wanted to inform Xianggu Chun several times.

But every time Weisheng finally came out of caves, inns, and forests.

The people of Hanshan feel that there seems to be a kind of vigor in the dark, which is urging this disciple who was born in the world to keep moving forward.

Weisheng also saved people in the past, but he never dared to think that he could save the four directions, that was too far away from him.

How can a person who needs to worry about his life every day think that he can be a hero who can turn the tide?

It was Xiang Guchun who gave him this opportunity.

Weisheng caressed the light in the crack of the door with his hand, feeling extremely sore in his heart.

He is a sober person who strives to live, but sometimes he can't help but want to covet some sweet dreams.

And he also knew that his master was different from ordinary people.

Weisheng has always been aware of this, and he will not whitewash or avoid perfunctory in his heart.

This difference is like the weird breath in his body, Xiang Guchun is too "clumsy" sometimes.

When Xiang Guchun was still under the pseudonym Xue Sheng, Weisheng thought of this description.

But the clumsy description and the talented Xiang Guchun should be far apart, as if they would never be connected together.

In the position of acting head, he is so responsible that no one will say anything bad. When he took on the task before, he was full of praise from his colleagues.

Xiang Guchun has been doing very well, and he has always wanted to study seriously in other aspects.

But in fact, he still did not do well enough.

Weisheng can understand the subtleties of the world, he can sense Xiangguchun's strangeness, and those elders of Hanshan, real people, peak masters and immortals of various sects, who have lived for so long and seen so many worlds, they don't know This anomaly may not be found.

But they turned a blind eye and even cooperated with it.

Weisheng had seen how they got along with each other, and he found sadly that they were not accommodating and cooperating because of their status as masters, but were subtly guiding them.

There was a private rumor circulating in the sect, saying that the head of Xianggu didn't actually want Xiangguchun to take over Hanshan's burden back then.

But as soon as Xiangguchun came back, the entire Hanshan senior management pulled Sangqi down almost without objection, and pushed him up.

Xiang Guchun is such a good sword.

Just like his Gu Chunjian, when a person and a sword use the same name, the intention is obvious.

Weisheng's nose is sore, he himself has experienced the pain caused by being different from ordinary people, and he can't understand it more clearly.

He also suddenly understood why he heard from the memory of the Zongmen that the head of the prime minister mentioned it more than once-"A Xue is like that, I don't know if it is good or not."

Yes.

I don't know if it's good or not.

Xiang Guchun didn't really understand why he wanted to protect the world, but he already had to give everything for the world.

If it is a peaceful and prosperous age, drinking and leaving each other can teach him a little bit of the principles of life, and Weisheng will want to stay with him for a long time, and slowly take the master to experience the joys and sorrows of the world.

But this is not a good year, natural disasters and evil currents are stalking, the people are displaced, and evil things ravage the common people.

Weisheng remembered that Xiang Guchun had told him his real name and surname at the time of falling flowers, because he found a letter from the relics of the head of Xiang.

That name came from Xianggu Chunsu's relatives whom he had never met, and they had set him a title after enlightenment early on.

——Shen Zhexue.

That's why Xiang Yinli always called him "Axue" and said "I'm sorry" to him.

Xiangyinli is not a saint, and he didn't tell him until his death.

Weisheng didn't know what was written in that long letter, but that day the master sat quietly in front of the window for several hours, silently looking at the plum blossom tree that was raining like rain for a long time.

Xiang Yinli asked Xiang Guchun to find the answer, he knew Xiang Guchun's temperament too well.

That high-ranking sect leader might have guessed it at that time, and maybe it was too late when Xiang Guchun realized it.

The world of self-cultivation needs this sword. It is different from Wuqing Dao's absolute detachment. He is compassionate enough and powerful enough.

And Weisheng was almost sad to find that Master really loves this world.

It is precisely because he doesn't understand, but mortals with a lifespan of only a hundred years can understand it from it.

It was a wonderful and painful, short and colorful life.

It's like looking at flowers across the water. When the flowers bloom and fade, they are still worth staying and nostalgic.

Xiang Guchun loves this world of mortals, and this living world full of emotions and desires.

This is the place that Xiang Yinli wants to protect, and it is a flower that Xiang Guchun can't figure out, but cherishes very much.

But he also knows that flowers can bloom again after they fade, the human world is far more important than a single flower, it is the home of thousands of living beings.

This is enough, this is enough to make the sword break willingly.

Xiang Guchun will be the last Immortal Immortal, and will always be Hanshan Youyun's acting head. He will never truly become the head.

"Microbiotics?"

Xiang Guchun noticed him, and asked inside the door: "What are you standing there for, come in."

--what to do.

Weisheng thought desperately, there was no solution to this, what should he do.

I don't know what happened.

It's not sympathy, let alone sighing with pity, and he is no longer a stunned young man who doesn't understand anything.

Weisheng knew very clearly that he had unreasonable thoughts about his master.

Maybe it's the moment of sword dancing under the plum blossom tree, maybe it's the bright lights behind the curtain.

Or that thrilling kiss in a teenager's dream, or earlier, in the eyes of the bruised and bruised Immortal Hanshan, it seemed that a whole heartbreaking spring was filled.

He fell in love with his walking master.

—but what to do?

Seeing that Weisheng didn't push the door open for a long time, Gu Chun, the minister inside the door, thought something happened, so he got up and walked over.

He stretched out his hands and opened the door.

That ray of light became extremely broad in an instant, shining from behind Xiang Guchun, covering the clothes of the two of them.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiang Guchun didn't expect to see a tearful apprentice when he opened the door, and Weisheng didn't make a sound when he cried, the tears slid down his cheeks and left wet marks, it was also silent.

Xiang Guchun took the handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped Weisheng's face, but his wrist was suddenly held by the other party.

He maintained this unembarrassed, unembarrassed gesture of sticking Weisheng's face through the handkerchief, looking at his weeping apprentice in puzzlement.

"Master, the new sword technique is too difficult." Weisheng said, "I almost couldn't practice it."

"Ah? That's it." Xiang Guchun was stunned, wondering who wrote the sword technique so terrible that it could make people cry.

...Wait, it seems that I showed my apprentice a set of difficult swordsmanship before.

"That's not for you to practice now." Xiang Guchun laughed dumbly, and said again: "After you come back this time, I will practice for you as a teacher."

Weisheng nodded, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

He figured it out.

Where is another approach needed?

Master, you don't understand the seven emotions and six desires, but you love the world here. Master said that I don't know whether it is good or not.

—It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

It's here, you don't know.

There is no need to suffer from parting life and death, let alone endure the hardships of love doubled.

Regardless of whether there is a turning point ahead, or a sword at the end.

I'll be with you.

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(Anonymous): What should I do if the question is too difficult to make the apprentice cry?Very anxious to wait online.

The next chapter is from the perspective of the master, the rest of the chapters of the memory are over, pull back to the timeline, and it’s time to fight big and small bosses.