Typewriter becomes a daily practice

#我表十热烟条, Yan Long’s next head must love him#

The insightful eye of the main building: With my many years of experience in reading scripts, I have already seen through it at a glance. Yan Long is obviously loved. It also hides the unspeakable words of the corpse! [witty]

On the first floor, Luo Luo became more and more courageous: Then, who killed Yan Long?

The three fish on the second floor: Maybe it's a new character that didn't appear at all? [see through]

The Demon King on the third floor: Is there a possibility that Yan Long really committed suicide, but I don’t remember it...[Funny]

The big idler on the fourth floor: Hahaha, is it really okay for you to be so crazy upstairs?

The little nun on the fifth floor: Hurry up and buy the ones in Dingjiang City!The new volume is out!The typewriter is so big, how can you be so hardworking! [compare heart]

Where is Huahua on the sixth floor: The Yuntian City cultivator who once enjoyed the superiority of reading the script first fainted in the teleportation array! [crying]

Xiaoha on the seventh floor: I'm so envious!Why am I not in Dingjiang City!I won't say anymore, I'm going to do the sect task and collect spirit stones!In this way, I can take a long-distance teleportation array and apply to Dingjiang City to practice hahahaha! [hardworking me]

At this time, Qing Luoshan from Xuanxianmen, in a cave, a male monk with long white hair and a white beard, who looked a bit sloppy, was half lying on a recliner, holding a gray The silver jug ​​held a volume of story books in one hand, and the male monk was flipping through the story books with his fingers while drinking the wine with his head raised.

Looking at it, the male monk suddenly stopped and stood up. The "boom" wine pot was placed on the table by the male monk. His expression became a little complicated, and he was holding a book in one hand, and his fingertips in the other. Swiping through the scriptures until he finished reading the entire book, the male monk flipped through the scriptures twice, and his laughter echoed in the slightly empty cave.

"Hahahahahahahahaha," smiling, the male monk raised his head, his eyes turned red, and big tears fell down uncontrollably, wetting his beard, and the male monk's whole body was full of aura, The stream is overflowing.

In an instant when Qing fell above the mountain, clouds and mist were shrouded in clouds, and dark clouds were densely covered, and the sky turned gloomy in an instant.

"Master, Master, that Qing Luoshan is finally going to break through!" A handsome man in black and white Taoist robes of Xuanxianmen on the Feitian Temple of Xuanxianmen hurriedly ran towards the palm standing on the master seat of Feitian Hall. door, talking excitedly.

The head of Xuanxianmen is tall and tall, and at first glance he looks more like a frail scholar, but his indifference in spite of the wind from east to west, north and south, makes no one dare to underestimate him. Hearing this, he turned around. , there was a hint of obvious surprise on his usually indifferent face: "I have seen that the thunder disaster is coming. God bless my Xuanxian sect."

Qing Luoshan has been stagnant for many years. If he doesn't break through in the past two years, that person's lifespan will be exhausted. Without such a powerful person, it will be a very detrimental thing for Xuanxianmen. Xuanxian Except for the high-level people, the sect has been hiding this matter all the time. I didn't expect that the one who broke through today is like a miracle!

The head of the Xuanxian Sect was very happy in his heart, and the boulder that had been in his heart slowly fell down. He just had to wait for that person to get out of the customs safely. Worry, after all, even if he wants to worry about his cultivation base, he can't worry about it.

Thinking of this, the head of Xuanxian Sect returned to his usual indifference, his brows raised slightly, and there was still some joy, he said calmly: "Is the formation around Qingluo Mountain ready?"

The handsome man nodded, learning from his master, trying to calm himself down: "Everything is ready, only the master and uncle can come out of retreat."

"Well, very good," the head of the Xuanxian Sect nodded, and then said, "You know, what did your master uncle do before he broke through?" You know how many years your master uncle has been in Qing Luoshan, Thousands of years have not moved a foot.

The handsome man has been listening to the headmaster's arrangement to guard Qing Luoshan. Hearing the words, the handsome man is still a little unbelievable in retrospect. He has guarded Qing Luoshan for many years, but no one has come out. It was not until two months ago that he finally met the rumored Master Uncle, however, is just like what the Master worried about, with white hair, wrinkled face, and dim eyes, if not for some high-ranking monks who have not restrained themselves when they walked towards him , in his eyes, he was a senile old man without any aura.

"What are you doing?" The old man said, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the handsome man. Before the handsome man could speak, the old man waved his hand, "I know, to see if I'm still alive Yes, how about it, what fun are you having recently, story books, dramas, you can find me two to read, and I can pass the time."

... The handsome man was a little caught off guard, but he immediately took out some recent rare gadgets from his storage bag, and then asked casually: "Recently, the cloud altar is also very popular. It is said that it is similar to the magic altar before the demon world, but It’s easier to use than the magic altar, if you’re interested, I’ll go down the mountain and buy one for you without ten breaths.”

The old man let out a "Oh Huo", then nodded indifferently, the handsome man immediately understood, he teleported down the mountain and bought a cloud altar, and when he passed by the bookstore, he bought a few more books with spirit stones, waiting for the handsome man After the man gave all these to the old man, the old man waved his hand and threw down a superb treasure: "Take it, it's been a hard journey."

Handsome man: No hard work!It should be!

"Then Master Uncle returned to the cave again," the handsome man replied, and took out the top-grade treasure that he got from running errands, "This is the hard work paid by Master Uncle."

The head of the Xuanxian sect thought of the kid-like style of spreading money, and waved his hand: "Here's it for you, just keep it. I think it's because I figured out something to break through. It's good that the one can figure it out and let it go."

After a few days, the head of the Xuanxian Sect, who originally wanted to make a fortune in silence to build momentum for his sect, heard the panicked voice of his chief disciple: "Master, Master! Now everyone in the cultivation world knows Uncle Master has successfully broken through!"

"What?" The head of the Xuanxian sect put down the sect affairs in his hands, and his face was still calm.

The handsome man stopped his panic, pointed at the cloud altar and said, "It's the master uncle. After the master uncle came out of retreat, he didn't leave the cave. He first posted a post on the cloud altar, saying that he wanted to recruit disciples."

The head of the Xuanxian sect took over the cloud altar and swept it away. After a while, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he regained his composure: "Let him go, you just need to be prepared for one more uncle."

The handsome man responded and took back the cloud altar. He had the feeling that Xuanxianmen's style of painting would change suddenly from now on. One of the skins, no one.

At this time, the post on the cloud forum has already turned upside down.

#玄仙门师叔祖 accepts apprentices, please typewriter to claim your master thank you#

The cultivation world of the main building has really changed a lot: After breaking through, I found that the cultivation world has changed a lot. I don’t know if those old guys are playing in the cloud altar and accepting an apprentice. From now on, the typewriter will be my apprentice, yes I'm covered, if you want to bully him, ask me if I agree with it. It's the first time I use it. I'm not very used to it. I feel that the hand of this Yuntan is still a little small. It's better to make it bigger, otherwise it will be inconvenient to write.

Little Shrimp on the first floor: Huh? ? ?what did i seeIs there anyone who accepts apprentices like this?Is it still a typewriter?Who are you, the landlord?To be honest, what conspiracy do you have, what do you want to deceive my family?

The first refiner on the second floor: Uncle of Xuanxianmen?Who... is there a cultivator from the Xuanxianmen who came out to follow up? [curling lip]

Luoluo on the third floor: I am from the inner sect of Xuanxian Sect. Our sect has a master uncle who has been closed for thousands of years and has not come out of the cave. It's ok... [weakly speaking]

Rong An on the fourth floor: Uncle Master, the master said that you can do whatever you want, as long as you are happy.

Potato daughter-in-law on the fifth floor: Damn it!Rongan!Was it Senior Brother Rong An who won the top prize in the previous Fengyun Grand Competition and became the number one male monk that thousands of female cultivators wanted to marry! [surprise]

The ruthless Taoist couple on the sixth floor abandoned me: Senior Brother Rong An appeared!Is the fourth floor Senior Brother Rong An himself? !I seem to have entered an amazing post!

Obsessed with earning spirit stones on the seventh floor: There should be no monks who dare to pretend like this. After all, once the fake name is known, it can be wiped out at any time. I think it’s a bit cute that the master uncle accepts apprentices like this instead of going directly to the typewriter. ? [tilt head]

Chitose Xiaoyuanying on the eighth floor: Once you find out that the host is real, why do you suddenly want to laugh? [Ha ha ha ha]

Master uncle on the ninth floor: Who dares to pretend to be me, I sincerely accept apprentices, but I saw a post on the cloud forum saying that by default, we should not seek Wenxiu in private, and give Wenxiu a safe, quiet and relaxed creative environment, I think it is a little bit Reasonable, you can't scare away the apprentice you like, so I will come up and try, can any of you let my apprentice read this post?Or tell him that his master is waiting for him. [Smile]

Baibai on the tenth floor loves to eat steamed buns: I can still use emoticons...I...I...I'm sorry, I really think it's cute, Master Uncle, do you still need an apprentice?Is there any shortage of handsome apprentices who can run and dance, are proficient in the five elements, and focus on the way of refining weapons? [Clever]

Uncle Master Jingzhou brushed down the cloud altar, put down the cloud altar again, and picked up the words book on the table. At this moment, he no longer looks like a late old man. His appearance has become young and handsome, and he looks extraordinarily sunny. He opened the book and read it again.

There are five words written on the title page of the storybook—"Who Killed Me". The soul is constantly dissipating.

He followed the trail of the soul talisman and quickly flew towards Yan Long's place. When he saw a Yang-like monk standing beside Yan Long's place, he immediately understood why he saw Yan Long's soul dissipating , as a wandering soul, as long as the wandering soul touches Yang Qi, the Yang Qi can consume the wandering soul.

"Xiao Handai is not the one who killed you, what are you doing here?" Jiang Deng reached out and quickly hit several soul talismans on Yan Long, and bit his own fingertips to make a protective shield.

Then Jiang Deng, who looked a little anxious, heard Yan Long ask: "He can't see us, can he?"

Jiang Deng nodded: "Of course, he is full of yang energy, and he is not a person who does evil. As long as he cultivates hard, it is not impossible to ascend. Even if he does not practice, he can enter reincarnation and cast a good pregnancy."

"That's pretty good," Yan Long said slowly, looking at Xiao Handai's earnest practice, he couldn't help smiling.

Jiang Deng's complexion also eased, and he found that Yan Long's obsession seemed to be small: "Don't you want to find someone who killed you?"

Yan Long shook his head, then nodded again: "I can probably guess who killed me, no one killed me, I committed suicide."

Before Jiang Deng could ask who it was, Yan Long turned around and asked Jiang Deng: "If I want to talk to Xiao Handai, can you do it? I'll just talk to him, and I'll go with you after I'm done. "

Ever since Jiang Deng met Yan Long, Yan Long has always looked a little careless, with a bit of arrogance, and seems to not care about anything, even if he said that his obsession is to find who killed him, but He didn't look anxious at all, it didn't seem to matter to him whether he found it or not, but now Yan Long was very serious, and there was even an obvious pleading in his eyes.

Jiang Deng bit his lip, nodded after a while, and splashed the blood from his fingertips on Yan Long's forehead: "Come with me after speaking, your soul is already scattered."

Yan Long nodded, and then appeared in front of Xiao Handai who was seriously cultivating with his eyes closed. Xiao Handai seemed to have a feeling and opened his eyes. His eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in disbelief: "Senior brother?"

……

Xiao Handai was the mainstay figure in Qingyang School's literature records, who led Qingyang School to the top school. Pai's disciples felt that there is a sentence that is most suitable to describe him. The high mountain stands still, and the scenery stops. Although he can't reach it, he yearns for it.

And no one knows how miserable Xiao Handai's life was. His father was a desperate gambler. Every time he gambled away, he would get drunk and beat his wife and children when he came home. Xiao Handai's young When I was young, I often curled up in the corner and endured my father's beatings, and at the same time saw my wife's bruised face through my fingers, crying for my father to stop.

Xiao Handai, who didn't understand anything at that time, only thought about how to escape from his father every day, and how to keep his mother from crying all the time.

Until one day, when he was pressed against the corner by his father and beat him again, he bit his lip and tried hard not to make a sound, because if he made a sound, it would only make his father beat him harder. He knew that as long as he didn’t Speak, wait for father to lose his strength, then it will be fine.

However, it didn't take long before he felt the fists on his body disappear. He was still a little dazed, and tentatively opened his hands and opened his eyes, and saw his father lying on the ground with his eyes open, while his mother was holding a handful of drops. Bloody kitchen knife, disheveled hair, bruised face and giggling: "Xiao Dai, you finally don't have to be beaten in the future."

"Xiao Dai, don't hate your mother, and don't hate your father either."

After finishing speaking, his mother slashed at him with a sharp knife, blood spattered everywhere, and that crimson color was the last impression he had of his parents.

From then on, the young Xiao Handai lived a life without enough food and clothing. At a young age, he only thought about how to survive. At first he ate and drank at the neighbors' house, then begged, and when he got older He hangs around with a group of hooligans, who have no place to live, so they live in his house, and he follows them every day, so that he can have a full meal, and when he gets money, he will gamble like his father , Some people in the casino held him and called him uncle.

Xiao Handai's life was like this, and then one day he saw a child who was serious about learning to write, he thought of his own childhood, when he was very young, his father was not like this, his father was a scholar , know how to read and write, and have to take the imperial examination, saying that he wants to be selected as a Juren, so that his mother can live a good life as a Juren wife.

But his father couldn't pass the exam. After several times in a row, his father was taken to the casino. Since then, his father has changed, and he is no longer the father who would hug him and teach him to write.

He looked dazed, walked into a bookstore in a daze, looked at the strange look in his eyes from the waiter in the shop, he himself felt a little uncomfortable, and backed out without looking at anything, and then saw his A group of "good brothers" stood at the entrance of the alley and whistled at him.

"Hey! Is there a scholar hidden among us?" He shook his head and said with a smile, "Where is it? I'm just curious, just take a look."

"Looking is enough. We are different from those scholars. We have our own way of life. Human scholars are officials."

They have their own way of life, Xiao Handai said these words silently in his heart, he lived more and more drunkenly, although he would not be a big villain, but he would often do some stealthy and bullying things, if he didn't have a good eye to recruit a certain official lord On the distant relatives of the family, they must be beaten to death.

Life is just passing by like this, Xiao Handai thought that he would live like this until he was old, and after being beaten to vomit blood for his good "big brother" again, he just wanted to get up, but he lay on the ground like a dead dog. On the ground, I can't get up.

His vision gradually blurred, it is good to just die like this, why on earth does a person like him want to live.

However, when Xiao Handai opened his eyes, he saw a young man with a clean body, fair skin, and a sunny smile. He smiled at him and said, "Are you awake? My name is Yan Long. Would you like to be my junior brother? I originally I want to take you as an apprentice, but I can't accept you until I reach the golden core stage, I told the master that you are the root of the heavenly spirit, and the master agreed to accept you as an apprentice."

Xiao Handai joined the Qingshan Sect in this way, with the addition of a senior brother Yan Long. At that time, the Qingshan Sect was very small, with only a hundred or so members in the entire sect.

As a small sect, the entire sect looks like a small sect, that is, it is very poor.

Although Xiao Handai didn't know much about spiritual roots, masters, and senior brothers, Yan Long felt that it was very novel to have such a junior brother, and he was willing to take him with him in everything.

Yan Long is someone Xiao Handai has never seen before, like a ray of sunshine, never hazy, go out to earn spirit stones, always sell the best medicines he has, and buy magic tools, even if there are bad things , Going to the mountains to collect elixir, seeing monsters being injured, they will use the elixir they have collected so hard to cure monsters, and when they meet mortal refugees fleeing due to drought on the road, they will stop to treat illnesses and save lives...

Xiao Handai often thought that he would not do this, that he would not earn spirit stones like this, that he might be more willing to rob low-level monks after he cultivated up, and when he met an injured monster, he might choose to kill the monster, cramp and strip the bones , eat the flesh and blood of monsters, use the bones and bones of monsters to make pills, meet refugees, he may not even look at them, their lives and deaths have nothing to do with him...

It's not like Yan Long's grumpy smile, sometimes he doesn't look like a person who can do good things at first glance, but he keeps doing good things.

"Why do you do these things? Not everyone will praise you. Those refugees last time called you stupid." The young Xiao Handai said.

Yan Long showed a carefree and easy smile: "If you are stupid, you are stupid. I was picked up by the master. If there was no master, I would have starved to death. Our Qingyang faction is very poor, and most of them are masters and teachers. Master uncle picked it up."

"Like you, I picked it up. It's just doing some good deeds that I can do as much as I can. It's not a big deal."

"I like the Qingyang sect very much. I know that I can't save so many people. I know that I can do very little. When I was a child, my master often said that cultivation practice is not only about cultivation, but also heart. It is not afraid of wind and rain. Not afraid of the severe cold, practice does not really mean that you will live forever, have no desires, no emotions, and six desires, it will make you stronger and make yourself more capable of helping others."

"If, be it a strong person or a weak person, if you don't ask others, and just live like this, what's the point?"

"Everyone really hopes that they can meet a strong and gentle person like the sun."

"I, I want to be such a person myself, and I think there are more such people in Qingyang Sect."

Everyone who lives in the dark wants to catch that beam of light, and he catches that beam of light, and the light tells him that he hopes there will be more light.

Xiao Handai thought at that time, what a fool.

Xiao Handai, who thought he was really stupid, changed his concept little by little, starting from one small thing, and gradually became the fool he once thought.

Then Yan Long became the head of the Qingyang Sect. Outsiders felt that a meddling sect like the Qingyang Sect would not have powerful monks if they did not practice hard. Yan Long slapped them in the face severely, With the three spiritual roots, he became a monk in the late Yuanying period in less than a hundred years.

After Yan Long became the master, he carved words hard on the huge rock in front of the Qingyang sect. He said that it was a discipleship lesson that all Qingyang disciples should remember.

"Don't be afraid of the wind and rain, stick to your heart, your heart is like a flower and a tree, it grows towards the sun, walks on the light, and the sky goes straight up."

Xiao Handai would recall that night in the days to come, the moon was sparse and the breeze was breezy, Yan Long said that he would go to the Heart Demon Tower to retreat and let him take care of the affairs of the door, he agreed.

And when Xiao Handai realized something was wrong, when he rushed to the Nine Turns Heart Demon Tower, he saw Yan Long's face with bruised veins, pale face, and purple lips, and he saw Yan Long say to him: "Junior brother ,You came."

"What's going on here? Brother, what's wrong with you? I'll take you out!" Xiao Handai wanted to pull Yan Long out, but Yan Long stopped him.

"The reason why the Qingyang faction has not had many powerful monks is because of the Nine-Turn Heart Demon Tower, and there are monsters hidden on the top floor of the Nine-Turn Heart Demon Tower. But it failed to completely eliminate the monster. One thing that the heads of all generations have to do is to eliminate the monster. This is the rule left by our Qingyang Sect. I decided to spend hundreds of years with this monster. You will say that I have understood it World affairs, self-explosion and death."

"It will take so many generations to eliminate the monsters, how useless it is to say that we are Qingyang people!" Yan Long tried his best to pull out a smile.

"There are so many people in the world, why do you insist on doing this and not let the world know, what are you doing for!" Xiao Handai said with tears.

"Whether people in the world know or not has nothing to do with whether we do it or not, Xiao Dai, you are still a child."

"But when I'm gone, the Qingyang faction will rely on you. I know you are a good boy, and you will definitely make the Qingyang faction a sect that everyone in the world yearns for."

……

In the blink of an eye for many years, Xiao Handai became someone he never thought of at the beginning. He looked at the person in front of him, with a face that had been calm for a long time, and finally became surprised.

Yan Long looked at Xiao Handai and smiled, his usual smile, wanton and unrestrained: "It's me, I have worked hard for you these years, and the Qingyang faction has developed very well."

Xiao Handai's nose was sour, and he wanted to reach out to hug Yan Long, but he was in vain: "Brother, I..."

Yan Long stretched out his hand to touch Xiao Handai's head, but he couldn't touch anything, his smile was bright and sunny, just like when they first met: "Xiao Dai, I am very pleased that you can pass on the discipleship brother, you have done a good job .”

"You have really grown up. One day you will be able to step on the light and go straight to the sky. It's a pity that I won't be able to see you, brother. Goodbye, Xiao Dai!"

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother..." Xiao Handai watched Yan Long completely disappear before his eyes, shed tears with a smile, "Senior Brother, thank you, goodbye."

It was you who let me know that what I can do from the abyss is not only to catch the sunshine, but also to be the sunshine.

The author has something to say: I really like a poem by Kenji Miyazawa: Don't be afraid of the rapid rain, don't be afraid of the strong wind, don't avoid the cold winter and the scorching heat.I have a strong body, no greed, no anger.I often enjoy myself in a quiet place. I eat half a liter of coarse rice, served with bean paste and a little vegetables.All things in the world should be ignored, listened carefully, and kept in mind.In the grassland, pine forest and wilderness, living in huts.There are sick children in the east, and they send medicine to treat them.In the west there is a tired old woman, who carries rice to help cultivate.There are dying people in the south, comfort and soothe the nerves.There are quarrels and fights in the north, and the matter is peaceful.Weep in drought, Leng Xia is worried.The world calls me stupid, I don't deserve praise, I don't suffer, but even so, I'm willing to do it.

How big are you every day!

【small theater】

Tan Shaomo: I don't think Xiaoji can have a master.

Answer Ji: Why?

Tan Shaomo: There are so many master-student romances in the script, it's too dangerous.

The answer is Ji: ...