Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Han Zhi still held the small yellow croaker bribed by Ye Wanqing in his hand, and was eating happily, when he saw someone, he was so frightened that the little yellow croaker in his hand almost dropped, he quickly changed his sitting position, and performed a disciple salute first.

"Master Jun Chi..."

Ye Wanqing realized later that he almost guessed the identity of this person, and he slowly followed suit, and saluted Jun Chi as a disciple.

Jun Chi was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He held Hongmei and glanced past Ye Wanqing, before finally falling on Han Zhi.

"Master, this is what I mentioned to you a few days ago... Shizi Ji, he comes to greet the master every day. The master is often away, and I never told the master before."

Han Zhi blinked, then coughed again, Ye Wanqing understood, and said to Jun Chi, "I have met Elder Jun Chi."

Little Yellow Fish was still on the side, and Ye Wanqing's book was on the side. He hadn't finished the allusions on it, and this was the first time he had seen Junchi in a few months.

It's not snowy and cold now, so it must be not easy to pick the red plums. Fengli's descriptions of Elder Jun Chi are different, and Ye Wanqing has no idea.

Jun Chi's eyes turned to the classics on the side again, Ye Wanqing explained, "That's a classic I borrowed from Zangshu Pavilion, Han Zhi is interested, I was just telling him the allusion on it."

The man didn't stay outside the hall for a long time, Jun Chi nodded slightly, and then went in, Han Zhi glanced at him, whispered something to him, and followed him in.

"You wait here."

Han Zhi went in and came out after a while, looking at him with bright eyes, "You are lucky, Elder Jun Chi let you in, he wants to hear you read the classics."

Listen to him read classics?This was really a strange request, Ye Wanqing went in with her classics in her arms.

There is only one hall in Gufang Peak. The hall is decorated exquisitely and elegantly. The red plums just now are placed in a vase. The vase is a plain embryo of pure color. It is only painted with ink and wash, and a few strokes outline a landscape.

There is a faint fragrance of plum in the hall, Jun Chi is sitting behind the screen, and there is a futon prepared for him across the screen, should he sit on it and talk?

Ye Wanqing was standing at first, but Jun Chi pointed to the futon on the ground, and then he knelt and sat down neatly.

"This classic is one of the legends of immortals, but this one is not as well-known as the previous ones. I just told Han Zhi about the Phoenix family..."

Ye Wanqing's voice was clear and clear, and he was easily fascinated by reading classics. At this time, he read every word, as if he was telling a story. After reading more than ten pages, he felt dry mouth and tongue.

Through the screen, Jun Chi poured him a glass of water. The other party got up and passed the tea to him, bypassing the screen. He thanked him in a low voice.

Holding the cup, he said, "Thank you Elder Jun Chi."

Returning the cup, Jun Chi seemed to be going to rest, so he took the initiative to leave.

"Disciple resigns. If Elder Jun Chi is willing, I will come back tomorrow."

Wen Yan Junchi tilted his head slightly, looked at the classics in his hand for a while, and looked away after a while.

Ye Wanqing couldn't figure out what Jun Chi meant, Jun Chi didn't like to talk, after he resigned, he went out to ask Han Zhi, Han Zhi was hugging his little yellow croaker.

"I don't know what Jun Chi means, you just take him as his acquiescence. If he doesn't want to see you then, you can go back."

After Ye Wanqing came over every day, he read Jun Chi's classics for half a month, and felt that his words were thinner, and it happened to be a monthly competition.

This time he was up against the disciple of Yuefeng, who was famous for fighting. He lacked spiritual power, so he barely won the first battle and the second, and lost the third battle.

The third battle was against Yan Shi. In the past few months, he and Yan Shi had been in harmony with each other. He never said anything about how Yan Shi was humiliated at Xiaojunlan that day, and Yan Shi never came to harass him again.

"Ji Shizi, if you beg me for mercy today, I will let you do it, how about it?"

Ye Wanqing ignored Yan Shi, his spiritual power was running out, so he was naturally defeated by Yan Shi, but it was a matter of course.

He had exhausted his spiritual power, and felt light on the way back. He arrived at Gufang Hall as usual, brought the little yellow croaker to Han Zhi, and went to read the classics to Jun Chi.

Jun Chi didn't talk much, he had been studying for half a month, Jun Chi poured water for him three times, and never said a word to him.

If it wasn't for Han Zhi and Xiao Buyi who both spoke, he would have thought Jun Chi was dumb if he could speak but his voice was ugly and he didn't want to speak.

He had exhausted his spiritual power today, and after reading it for a short time, he felt something was wrong, and when the fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, he couldn't hold it back.

"In the old saying, don't harbor hatred and hate, but be grateful for the Dao and the common people. All the past is just a cloud, and the sea of ​​bitterness is for the rest of the world..."

Ye Wanqing didn't finish the rest of the reading, blood was oozing from the corner of his lips, his muscles were burning hot, and the classic book he was holding fell to the ground with a "bang".

Following this sound, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, Jun Chi came in front of him, touched his tendons, his eyes became dizzy, and then he was put on the bed.

"Han Zhi." Jun Chi called out.

This was the first time he heard Jun Chi speak. His voice was very hoarse, as if it had been polished with sandpaper. It was a little rough, but it wasn't that unpleasant.

Han Zhi appeared in the hall when he heard the words, he was lying on the bed with blood on his lips, and stared at Han Zhi with big eyes.

"Mother, what's going on... have you lost your temper?"

Ye Wanqing couldn't move now, and couldn't open her mouth, Han Zhi didn't need him to answer, she was talking to herself, she didn't know where she brought the silver needle and the ever-burning lamp.

"I heard that there is a competition today? You are desperate. Why do you just go there all day to join in the fun... It's not like you don't know that those disciples who grant the moon peak will fight desperately."

Ye Wanqing's throat was still clogged with blood, he coughed twice, Han Zhi came over and helped him to spit out the blood.

I got acupuncture points on him again, at least now he can talk.

"Don't move around. Elder Jun Chi will come over in a while. Your meridians are now exhausted in several places. If you don't solve it in time, your spiritual power will stagnate in the future, and you may go crazy."

"Cough...cough..."

Ye Wanqing: "It has never happened before... such a thing."

Han Zhi: "That's right, your problem has probably been buried for a long time, and it just happened today. Your dantian can't bear the daily consumption. It's probably been a long time."

"It's a blessing to have an outbreak today. Fortunately, it's here with us, Elder Jun Chi was able to bring you back."

"If you change the place, you might be belching now."

Jun Chi appeared next to the bed again, and Han Zhi shut his mouth wisely.

Ye Wanqing was lying on the soft bed. He watched as Jun Chi took the silver needle aside. Han Zhi helped him take off his outer robe, leaving only the inner garment. He opened his sleeves, and the silver needle was quenched in the flames. , and plunged into his arm.

No blood was seen when the needle went in. Ye Wanqing met Shang Junchi's eyes through the mask, which were very dark black. The other party had a pair of beautiful eyes, with slightly raised eyelashes, and the beautiful eyeballs reflected a cold light.

After a few injections, Ye Wanqing didn't feel any pain, but the pain in the veins didn't feel so bad, and he felt much better. Han Zhi wiped his mouth with a handkerchief from one side.

The last stitch was on the side of the leg, Jun Chi glanced at Han Zhi, Han Zhi knew how to avoid suspicion, and went down wisely.

Ye Wanqing: "..."

There were only the two of them left in the hall, and Ye Wanqing couldn't move, watching Jun Chi lift off his clothes, his legs were forced to stand up, and the heat was coming from his skin. From this angle, he could only see Jun Chi lowering his head slightly.

The other party wore a mask with an indifferent expression, and his hand holding the needle was very steady, but the place where the needle was inserted could easily be misunderstood. He subconsciously resisted, and after struggling like this, his body moved slightly.

Jun Chi's nose brushed against his skin, and at that moment, heat spread across his face, from his face to his toes.

"Uh-huh……"

Ye Wanqing couldn't speak now, he made at most two gasps, his voice was low, and he stared at Junchi.The atmosphere is even more strange.

"It's a tendon, don't move it."

Jun Chi opened his mouth again, and gently held his ankle to keep him from moving.The silver needle went in, and Ye Wanqing couldn't move this time even if she wanted to.

He was like a hedgehog lying on a soft bed, keeping a constant movement, the place where he was pricked was cool and cool, and after a while the cool feeling penetrated his veins, he felt as if he was being washed from the inside out over again.

All the turbid air dissipated, and the feeling of being light-headed and light-headed was gone.

This time when he was stabbed, Jun Chi didn't know where he went, he turned his face slightly, and the tip of his nose touched the limp clothes on the side, which was Jun Chi's outer robe.

Ye Wanqing turned back slowly, feeling a little uncomfortable, and looked at the needles on his body again, guessing that Jun Chi had real skills.

But I don't know if the other party is willing to help him.

He has not yet become a teacher.

Turning his face around, he saw that there was a figure beside the bed, Jun Chi was quietly staying beside him, and there was an extra book in his hand, so he glanced at it.It was the classics he brought over today.

"You are a miscellaneous spiritual root, you want me to change your root for you?"

Unexpectedly, the other party's question was so straightforward, Ye Wanqing hesitated between telling the truth and flattering, and finally chose half-telling the truth.

"The best plan is that Elder Jun Chi is willing to help me. It's okay if he doesn't want to."

He also knows that things like aptitude are innate, and in many cases there is no way to change it.

"There are many disciples who come to look for me, most of them are to change their aptitude."

Jun Chi said slowly, "Why do you want to change your qualifications?"

"Naturally, I want to become stronger," Ye Wanqing said, "I want to be free from restraint and shackles, and do what I want."

"I don't want my life to be in the hands of others."

The answer was the same. Nine out of ten disciples said the same thing. The boy's eyes were firm, and his tone never hesitated.

Jun Chi didn't speak for a long while, and was silent for a while, "If you join my sect, I can change your aptitude for you. It's just that my sect has many rules, and the process of changing aptitude is extremely painful. Are you willing?"

He had heard that Junchi had many rules, and he didn't know if it was the same as what he had heard, but he was a little surprised that Junchi was willing to change his mind so soon.

"What are the rules?"

Jun Chi didn't tell him directly, but called Han Zhi over, and Han Zhi read him the booklet.

"First, you must be focused and serious in your cultivation, and you should not be perfunctory. You are not allowed to get too close to other disciples, and you are not allowed to form a Taoist partner privately."

"Secondly, report to Elder Junchi what Riri has done every day. Don't lie to Elder Junchi, let alone cheat."

"Third, come here every day to say hello to Elder Jun Chi, don't disobey Elder Jun Chi at will, be obedient and not clingy."

Ye Wanqing: "..."

There are indeed many rules, he can see that this Jun Chiyuemo is a disciple.

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