[Wearing the Book] I and the male lead are innocent!

In the suzerain hall, there is a copper stove for incense, a vase of pear blossoms is placed on the red sandalwood table, and all kinds of brushes are neatly hung on the pen holder. Chu Qiuwan sits behind the desk to revise the sect's precepts.

Since Chu Qiuwan became suzerain, the elders and disciples are more respectful than the previous sects, wishing to ask Chu Qiuwan about every decision. Besides, there are scattered invitations and invitations from other sects. proposal.

They were about to worship Chu Qiuwan as a god.

Even though Chu Qiuwan had clearly rejected their worship, they did not give up. They almost wanted to raise funds to hold a conference and give Chu Qiuwan the title of immortal.There have been Demon Venerables in the world, how could there not be an Immortal Venerable among the monks?

Xiao Zimu laughed out loud when he heard the rumors outside, he guessed that his master must want to put up his burden and run away, why make things difficult for a person who has been cultivating in Dongyang Peak for more than ten years?

After Chu Qiuwan became suzerain, the position of Elder Dongyang was naturally passed to Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Zimu took care of many things for Chu Qiuwan by virtue of his elder name.Most of what is left to Chu Qiuwan now is the affairs of the sect.

"Master, I'm back." Xiao Zimu opened the bamboo curtain and walked in with a smile.

Chu Qiuwan raised her eyes and moved away from the book, looked at Xiao Zimu who was sitting in the armchair next to her, and put down the booklet.

As soon as Xiao Zimu sat down, he wanted to tell his master about the person he met today, but he thought it would be a long time, so he got up and poured two cups of tea at the desk under the Hualou window. , a vase placed on the desk, the reflection of pear blossoms and snow petals falls on the light green water waves.

Chu Qiuwan took the teacup and said in a low voice, "Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

The corners of Xiao Zimu's mouth curled up, "Master, when I went to Lingyang City, I heard a rumor that you used to subdue street bullies there when you were young? You said it very brilliantly, saying that you came here without a shadow An anonymous monk without a trace."

"I was begging in Lingyang City for a while when I was a child. At that time, I was not a monk. There are a few hooligans in the local area. It is not enough to say that they are bullies."

Chu Qiuwan thought of those hooligans' flamboyant fists and embroidered legs, and sneered, "Three-legged cat kung fu, it was only a disaster for a few alleys. I was blackmailed by them for food, so I beat them up. Later they called servants, and I borrowed Pass the blacksmith's waste sword, and strike back again."

Xiao Zimu was shocked, and asked again: "Then Master has become the boss of the street?"

Chu Qiuwan gave Xiao Zimu a strange look, took a sip of the tea, and continued: "At that time, my food and clothing were a problem. How could a group of punks have time? And most of their behaviors are shameless. I I don’t even bother to go with it.”

"Then how did the master know the ancestor? The distance between Tianlanzong and Lingyang City is not short."

Chu Qiuwan paused, lowered his shallow eyes, and looked at the reflection in the tea, "When I was nine years old, I begged for a bowl of rotten rice when I was sick. I was stared at by someone, and the rice was scattered all over the floor. I happened to be seen by the passing master. Master took pity on me, so he took me back to Tianlanzong."

Suddenly, the voices of other disciples came from outside, interrupting the thoughts inside, "Elder Xiao, Mr. Xie has come to look for you, waiting in the outer hall."

Xiao Zimu's face was full of helplessness, Chu Qiuwan could sit in the suzerain hall to deal with the affairs of the sect for a day, and Xie Yunshu could handle business affairs for half an hour in Baigu, so he dared to say that he had dedicated himself to death.

For the remaining eleventh half of the twelve hours in a day, he was stuck with him. Could it be that he died after death?Not long after he sat down, Xie Yunshu followed up.

"Xiao Zimu, you go first." Chu Qiuwan said, "If there is something later, I will tell you."

Xiao Zimu sighed, got up to pick up the teapot, and filled Chu Qiuwan's half-drunk teacup, "Next time I come again, I will definitely listen to Master."

"Ah."

"Oh, by the way, Master, I found several jars of wine in the Peak Master's residence. Master, have you ever drank wine before?"

"..."

When Chu Qiuwan was nine years old.

It was snowing outside, and the cold wind penetrated into the cotton-padded clothes, which could cool the bone marrow.

Zong Mu put his cloak on Chu Qiuwan's body, carried the nine-year-old child on his back, and knocked open the house selling maltose.

Ms. Zhao opened the door and was startled when she saw Zong Mu and the child exposed in the fur-collared cloak. She turned sideways to let people in, and quickly closed the door against the cold wind.

"Ms. Zhao, is there any hot porridge left at home? My apprentice has a bad stomach again." Zong Mu put down Chu Qiuwan and sat on a chair.

"Yes, yes." Mrs. Zhao's family saw that Chu Qiuwan's face was pale, and she held her stomach tightly with one hand, and urged Zong Mu to carry Chu Qiuwan on her back, "Sitting in the store is uncomfortable, go to the backyard and lie down on my bed. "

Zong Mu wrapped Chu Qiuwan tightly in his cloak again, picked him up and followed Mrs. Zhao to her room.

Mrs. Zhao threw the quilt all over, and asked Zong Mu to put Chu Qiuwan into the quilt.

Chu Qiuwan bit her lip, the pain was very severe, she didn't speak, but her whole body shrank smaller and smaller.

"Why didn't you give your apprentice medicine?" Mrs. Zhao had seen the master and apprentice several times.

Zong Mu took out today's medicine bag from his sleeve, recalled the misbehavior just now, and said awkwardly: "Junior Brother said that I want to eat after dinner, I want to take Qiu Wan'er to the restaurant outside Zongmen for a meal, Qiu Wan'er tasted some spicy food , something went wrong. The cook went home, I saw you were close, so I came to ask you."

"Hey——" Mrs. Zhao turned around and opened the lid of the cauldron, brought out the always hot porridge, and put it on the edge of the kang.

When Zong Mu saw the steaming corn porridge, he let go of his heart, and said to Chu Qiuwan warmly: "Qiuwan, drink some porridge first, and take medicine later."

"Xiaowan, can I drink it by myself?" Although Mrs. Zhao asked, she had already picked up the bowl and stirred the hot porridge with the spoon.

Chu Qiuwan took a breath, let go of Wu's sweaty hand, stood up with a pale face, looked at the porridge in the woman's hand, and reached out to take it.

"Hey." The woman sighed again, scooped up a ladle of porridge by herself first, blew it warm, and fed it to Chu Qiuwan's mouth, "If you can't hold on yourself, don't force yourself. Your master's apprentices are all older than you , he was accompanied by his parents before, and he has never raised a child himself, so he doesn't understand."

"Hey, yes." Zong Mu was an elder, but he was very educated. He told the two to decoct the medicine, and left first.

After Zong Mu cooked the medicinal soup in a small clay pot, he picked it up and smelled it himself. Let alone a child, he even smelled bitter.So, he took out a few pieces of maltose from his sleeve, disassembled them, poured them into the medicinal soup and stirred them.

When he asked Junior Brother Qingxuanfeng for the prescription, he specifically asked if adding some maltose would affect the medicinal properties.

Zong Mu calculated the time, and when the medicinal soup was not too hot, he poured it into a bowl and carried it into the room.

Mrs. Zhao left when she heard the child calling her.

Zong Mu put the medicine bowl on the edge of the bed, and asked himself how his apprentice was feeling.

Chu Qiuwan lay on the bed, stretched out the tucked quilt, lightly tugged on Master's sleeve, and said softly, "Master, thank you."

Zong Mu looked at Chu Qiuwan's immature face, and was a little stunned for a moment. He looked down at the sleeves of his clothes that were exposed under the quilt. It was still the same clothes as before. If I don’t bring you down to eat, those money might as well be spent on a few clothes.”

Chu Qiuwan smiled lightly, sat up by himself, took the medicine bowl and drank it.

Zong Mu turned his head and was speechless for a long time.

……

Six years later.

All good things come to an end.

Zong Mu told Chu Qiuwan that he planned to sacrifice for the killing array.

Elder Tianji said that the blood sacrifice can suppress the demon seed, but the loss is too great, and it cannot be completely destroyed. He hopes to find a formation with the least number of sacrifices, and then completely destroy the demon seed.

Zong Mu also agreed very much, so he worked out a formation with the other party, called the killing formation.

All he needs to do is sacrifice.

Zong Mu was over 50 years old when he adopted Chu Qiuwan, and now he is over 60 years old. He must accept it, but he is afraid that Qiu Wan'er will not be able to bear it.So this matter, he only dared to say insincerely.

Chu Qiuwan didn't ask any questions other than shedding tears in his face.

Zong Mu knew his apprentice, the more Qiu Wan'er didn't talk about it, the sadder he would be.

In his eyes, Chu Qiuwan was just like a kid hiding candy. Whatever he sent out, he would secretly expect the other party's reaction; if he didn't say anything, he was secretly waiting for the other party's response to him.

This way of expression is undoubtedly clumsy, but Chu Qiuwan needs others to "spoil" him like this.

Before leaving, Zong Mu called Chu Qiuwan over, drank a jar of wine to strengthen his courage, and cried bitterly in front of his apprentice. He was talking about himself on the surface, but he was actually pouring out the grief of parting for Chu Qiuwan.

Before going to Zhu Moya, Zong Mu divided his attention to see Chu Qiuwan.

Chu Qiuwan hid in the peak master's residence, buried his face in his arms, and cried out by himself, his voice gradually becoming hoarse.

Zong Mu also shed tears.

This distraction came a bit late in the end, did not follow him into the killing array, and was left in the illusion.

The setting sun in the sky turned orange, the westerly wind blew open the curtains, and the silver bells rang.

After Chu Qiuwan arranged things one by one, he left the Sovereign Peak.There are too many people's voices on Zongzhu Peak, so it is not as clean as Dongyang Peak.

Before going to Qingyuexi cave, Chu Qiuwan passed the cave where Xiao Zimu lived before.

The pine branches that Xiao Zimu had planted back then had broken through the rocks and grown towards the mountain stream, becoming a welcoming pine.

Chu Qiuwan glanced at it, and was suddenly attracted by a small black bag that was crumbling on a pine branch.

Didn't see it when I passed by yesterday.

As soon as Chu Qiuwan stretched out his hand, the little black bag untied the pine branch automatically, poured it into Chu Qiuwan's palm, and poured out two or three pieces of candy.

After unpacking, it is maltose exuding the sweetness of peaches.

Xiao Zimu picked the peaches around the cold pool and kept them every year. He went to find the old woman and learned how to make maltose. When making sugar, he mixed the peach flavor every year and gave it to his master.

Smelling the fragrance of peaches, Chu Qiuwan thought of the time when the flowers in the cold pond bloomed.

In the cold mountain stream, besides the pine trees all over the mountain, for the first time, pink and white flowers and trees bloomed everywhere, colorful and colorful.He looked at the fast-growing flower trees nourished by spiritual power, and suddenly lost his mind.

Xiao Zimu has been away for three years. Three years later, the seeds he entrusted to him have learned to blossom and bear fruit.

Standing under the shadow of the flowers, he heard the familiar "Master" behind him.