Every time I go back to the mountain, I will see the apprentices making trouble

Lu Xingchen looked at the two masters and apprentices who were chatting in the courtyard in surprise, the younger brother doesn't seem like such a talkative person. "Master, junior brother, what are you talking about?"

"Xingchen, you don't need to sleep so late for a nap, right?" Ling Yao gave him a funny look, "You missed Xinlian." His eyes lingered on Lu Xingchen's loose temple hair again.

Lu Xingchen said in his heart that he hadn't missed it. He had seen her flirting with wild men before.He thought about it, but he still didn't tell them about Qing Lang. After all, there was no proof, and he looked like a petite.

But what exactly is his affection for his junior sister? Is it Xinyue, or simply liking for his younger sister?When he first woke up, Ling Yao seemed to be his only apprentice. With this familiar feeling, could it be said that the original Lu Xingchen also had such a younger sister? That's not right, he doesn't have these memories.

Seeing that Lu Xingchen was thinking about things again, Ling Yao secretly sighed, "We were talking about hearing the flute before, and the results of the deliberation have already come out."

"Mo Wendi's failure to report his knowledge caused the lives of the people in the river to be wasted. He is ordered to personally behead Mo Changping within a year, as a crime and meritorious deed. Otherwise," Ling Yao paused, "he deserves to be punished."

Lu Xingchen said: "This is really hard for my junior brother."

"So Master is comforting me." Mo Wendi said while staring at Lu Xingchen.

"It doesn't matter, one year is still far away. Since the sect knew that the younger brother had committed such a serious crime and forgiven it, those old guards will find a way to explain it to the immortal sect." Ling Yao Smiling and patted Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen frowned, and said, "Who cares about time anymore? I think the younger brother is concerned about Mo Changping being his father. How do you tell him to kill him?"

The air was also silent.

"I will kill him," Mo Wendi clenched his fists, "Only I can kill him."

Ling Yao held his sword and looked into the distance, "Is fate doomed that all choices are not up to us, you and I are the same. At the beginning, I clearly... oh, let's not talk about it."

"Your father didn't give you a chance to choose, but the sword is in your own hands, and how to use it is up to you."

Mo Wendi lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

Lu Xingchen looked at the flowers and trees in the yard, and said lightly: "The wind is blowing, there should be some rain."

Sure enough, the weather in the afternoon changed as soon as it was said. After the three of them left, the rain began to rain from the sky.

A short wooden couch was placed under the window, and Ling Yao was leaning against the window. On the small table on the wooden couch, there was white porcelain tea set, and the tea was steaming white.He watched the rain fall from the eaves outside the window to the ground, continuously and coolly.

"At times like this, it always reminds me of old things." Ling Yao closed his eyes lightly, not knowing whether he was talking to Lu Xingchen or talking to himself.

Lu Xingchen didn't bother to talk to him.

Ling Yao didn't intend to continue talking, it was an old past, so long that only a few peak leaders and sect masters knew about it, but it was so clear in their minds that it turned yellow.

The two were thinking about each other, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the leaves.

"By the way, Master, have you returned the Qingfeng Sword to the master?" Lu Xingchen asked suddenly when he heard the wind.

"Return it, since Qingfeng Sword has special meaning to the head, how could I neglect it." Ling Yao said.

For some reason, Lu Xingchen always felt that when Ling Yao and the leader talked about their youth, they felt inexplicably embarrassed, as if they were hiding something.

"Speaking of swords, did your junior brother's Mingchen send to Tie Jian junior brother to engrave sword formulas?" Ling Yao suddenly remembered this and asked Lu Xingchen.

Lu Xingchen rolled his eyes at him, "You're always away, how can little brother engrave sword formulas?"

Engraving sword formulas on the body of the sword is like sharpening a sword. Only a sword engraved with sword formulas can stabilize the heart and exert its true power.And this kind of ceremony is usually done by the elders with the younger generation.As a master, Ling Yao can be regarded as Mo Wendi's elder, so only he can lead Mo Wendi to engrave sword formulas.

"Okay, I will discuss with Tie Jian, and choose a date to show the sword art with Wen Diming." Ling Yao said helplessly.

These few days passed quickly, Mo Wendi got up early to wash up on this day, Ling Yao was also uncharacteristically, got up very early, and called Lu Xingchen.It is said that the eldest brother is like a father, and the eldest brother is also a person like a father.Lu Xingchen always felt that something was wrong.

So the three of them took control of their swords and went to Shenbing Peak to find Tie Jian.

The man hammered the flaming sword in his hand beside the red fireworks. Every time he hammered down, red sparks would burst out. The man's arms and muscles were like cast iron under the light of the fire.The iron sword was casting without resting for a moment, his side face looked as firm as a stone, and his eyes were fixed on the weapon in his hand.A few disciples next to him were also busy back and forth, and there was a breath of male hormones in the air.Lu Xingchen looked at his junior brother and then at his master, and felt that the three of them were out of place with this man.

"Senior Brother Ling? You're here." Tie Jian put the red-hot weapon into the cold water, wiped off his sweat, and came towards the visitor.

Ling Yao nodded, and led Mo Wendi behind him to come forward, "Come and engrave a sword formula for my little apprentice."

Tie Jian stared at Mo Wendi with torch-like eyes for a while, until Mo Wendi could no longer hold back, and then turned his gaze to the Mingchen Sword in his hand.

"Go to the back hall, everything is ready." Tie Jian waved his hand and said.

"The master will take you to perform a few ceremonies of cleaning hands and burning incense. Needless to say, you should understand all of these. The last and most important thing is that you have to write down the sword text by yourself. Remember to focus on it when you write it. Write down the sword text in your mind, so that you can communicate with Ming Chenjian, and the sword text has become a sword formula. Also, the sword text is some symbols. You can read it by Uncle Tiejian when the time comes, remember I'll write it out myself. Oh, yes, Mingchenjian's sword formula should be 'Ming Cheng Shilu, sweeping away the dust in my heart', junior brother, do you remember it?" Lu Xingchen continued for a long time , but Mo Wendi was expressionless, and even a little lost.

"Brother, I don't understand what you're talking about." Under Lu Xingchen's eager gaze, Mo Wendi replied indifferently.

Lu Xingchen rolled his eyes, and said to himself that cultivating immortals is something that gods and gods talk about. If you know it’s useful, just remember it. Do you still need to write it in a science book to explain the principle?

Then he is very curious about the principle of double cultivation, and is very eager to have a masterpiece with both pictures and words to describe it, hehehe.

"In short, it's just useful for cultivation." Lu Xingchen said helplessly.

Mo Wendi kept his eyes on Lu Xingchen's face, pursed his lips as if he wanted to ask again, Ling Yao walked up to Mo Wendi, and solemnly said to him: "Wendi, you have to remember that no matter what kind of Ceremony, inscription on the sword, the sword has a soul. If you want to use this sword well, you must not deviate from its soul, no matter it is now or in the future." Ling Yao did not continue, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, everyone knew Mo Wendi's previous experience, and Ling Yao's words seemed to be admonishing or warning, so it was hard to say anything more.

In the back hall, Lu Xingchen and Tie Jian watched as Ling Yao and Mo Wendi finished the ceremony. Tie Jian took Ming Chenjian and the sword text written by Mo Wendi to the sword furnace for further processing. People drink tea at the stone table in front of the back hall.

"Master, how long is it?" Mo Wendi asked while sitting at the stone table.

"It's probably an hour, this thing is faster." Ling Yao took a sip of tea.

Bored, Lu Xingchen broke off a few grasses and turned into a grasshopper to tease Mo Wendi, but Mo Wendi turned his head and ignored him, still a little angry.Lu Xingchen also felt bored, so he turned around and put the grasshopper on Ling Yao's head. Ling Yao, who was closing his eyes and resting his mind, felt that there was something on his head, so he reached out to take it off and saw that it was a grasshopper. Lu Xingchen played tricks, so he blew on the grasshopper in his hand, pretending it was a live grasshopper, and threw it in the face of Lu Xingchen who was pretending to be looking around.

"What!" Lu Xingchen felt something crawling around his neckline, so scared that goosebumps stood up all over his body, he quickly patted his collar, a blue grasshopper fell to the ground, and scattered into a pile of grass again.

"Hahahaha..." Ling Yao patted the table and laughed, even the corners of Mo Wendi's mouth slightly raised.

Lu Xingchen knew that if he stole the chicken, he would lose money, so he sat down angrily.

The back hall was suddenly filled with a happy air.

"By the way, what is the master's and senior brother's sword formula?" Mo Wendi asked.

"My long-distance travel is 'life in the world, suddenly like a long-distance traveler'." Ling Yao said, "and the enlightenment of the stars is..."

"Hengmei coldly pointed at thousands of people, bowed his head and was willing to be a coward." Lu Xingchen received it quickly.

"Fart!" Ling Yao exploded a foul language, "It's 'Blowing through the haze, the sea of ​​clouds and the dawn of mist, the star enlightens the road to the mystery'."

The author has something to say:

Mo Wendi: Big brother's poem is so long, the longer it is, the more powerful it is!

Lu Xingchen (three black lines on the forehead): Ling Yao, my junior brother is stupid