farce a ups and downs

Shen Feiyu has a dream of being a hero.

However, this dream was completely shattered when he joined the Lingjue faction when he was 16 years old.

Today was a sunny day as usual, there were no members of the Demon Cult raging in the Central Plains, and there was no raging flames of war, everything was unbelievably peaceful, Shen Feiyu cleaned the dust outside Feizhu Hall, and began to prepare the lunch for head Luo Wenchu.

There are already several seniors cooking in the fire room: one is adding firewood to control the fire, one is sighing at the tiny potatoes, and the other is picking up the leaves of vegetables.The three of them had a pleasant conversation at first, but when they saw Shen Feiyu coming, they only paused for a while.The one picking up the green vegetables said, "Little brother, can you go?"

Shen Feiyu groaned, "Why are you leaving?"

The brother who was burning the fire said: "Staying in such a place is a waste of youth and time. Junior brother, you have been here for two years, why are you still so dull, you don't know how to plan for yourself. Look Our Senior Brother Yan quit the Lingjue Sect a year ago and took over the olive branch thrown by Xiehua Palace. Although he violated the disciple agreement and lost a lot of money, but after only one year, the title of 'Kuangjian' has been lost. It has already spread in the rivers and lakes, and its value cannot be compared with Japanese."

Shen Feiyu ordered the seasonal vegetables in his hands, and smiled faintly when he heard the words: "That's very good."

"It's good because I left the Lingjue faction!" The senior brothers hated iron for being weak, "It's not jade, it's not jade, it's a person, it's not jade, your name is absolutely right."

Shen Feiyu heard these words countless times in the past two years. When the Lingjue Sect recruited new disciples, he signed up with the mentality of trying, but was not selected.But the next day, a selected disciple was murdered because of his enemies, and the vacant spot fell on him.Others envied him his good luck, and he didn't know the difference until he entered the door.

In two years, some people had mastered swordsmanship, and some left to establish their own sect. Shen Feiyu was still an insignificant young disciple in the sect, doing the work of sweeping the floor and cooking. The iron sword in his hand was nothing compared to the fire stick except for its weight. the difference.

"But I can't blame the little brother," said the senior brother who burned the fire. "The disciples who have mastered swordsmanship in the sect, apart from the senior brother Lu Jiming, and the second senior brother Yan Linsheng are the most powerful. , was soon suppressed to the point of being unable to hold his head up."

"You must know that the Lingjue Sect was just a small sect that was almost exterminated ten years ago. Even if there are talents, there are good and bad ones. First, he led all sects and sects to repel the demon sect in that winter and deter the martial arts, if not for this, the martial arts world today would never be so peaceful."

"Sect Leader Luo made great contributions to the battle against demons. After that, many people came here admiringly, wanting to see the demeanor of the leader. I was lucky enough to join the class, but I didn't expect the leader to be so detached. He is clearly in charge of Luoshui, the magic soldier, but he doesn’t even wear a sword on weekdays, and if he shakes his fan and drinks, Luoshui will get rusty, and it’s just a daydream if he wants to learn swordsmanship from him.”

The voices of the three of them were not too low, and they didn't mean to shy away from Shen Feiyu.

Shen Feiyu heard from the beginning to the end, and the three of them did not comment on Luo Wenchu's judgment, but when it came to Luo Wenchu's escapism, Shen Feiyu agreed very much.

Back then when he went up the mountain, he first saw Feiping Mountain's barren appearance with no grass growing, and even wondered if he had gone the wrong way. He never expected that the Lingjue Sect, headed by Luo Wenchu, number one on the celebrity list, would be in such a barren mountain.

Generally, most decent schools choose places with beautiful mountains and clear waters, as if the spirit of the land can produce outstanding people. Shen Feiyu stood at the end of the line of new disciples and was distracted. He stayed where the disciples in front had entered.

This time, He Zhixiao, the second in command of the Ling Jue Sect and the younger brother of the head of the Luo Sect, is personally responsible for recruiting new disciples.

He Zhixiao is the most serious and self-disciplined person on weekdays. When he saw Shen Feiyu's stupid look, his brows twitched and he was about to explode.

Luo Wenchu ​​was bored in the Feizhu Hall, went out to look for wine and food, passing by here, saw a lonely little disciple standing outside the door, stopped He Zhixiao who was about to reprimand, and stepped forward with a smile.

"Why, I found that the scene here is very different from the scene I imagined, and there is a gap in my heart?"

Luo Wenchu ​​clearly had a face like a bright moon. A bunch of long hair was casually tied up with an azure headband, and two strands hung down from his forehead. When he swayed his body, the two hairs also swayed, like a bright moon and a breeze. His demeanor was completely destroyed immediately, making people feel that this person is unrestrained and unrestrained.

Luo Wenchu ​​did not reveal his identity. Shen Feiyu's impression of him was still that of the handsome young man 12 years ago. Therefore, at the beginning, he did not connect the person in front of him with the person in his memory, let alone the dignified leader. Also, he came here to tease the little disciple in a leisurely way, thinking that he was some kind senior brother in the sect, and smiled shyly: "It is indeed a little different from what I imagined."

"Oh," Luo Wenchu ​​said slowly, "but there's nothing you can do about it. Who told you to sign a contract of prostitution? All the labor you do in the next three years will belong to the Lingjue School, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing jobs. .”

Shen Feiyu wondered: "What is the deed of sale?"

He obviously joined the Lingjue faction, so why did he sell himself?

"You join my Lingjue sect and send me disciples. From now on, you will have to perform certain duties, such as washing and cooking, or sweeping the floor and closing the door. Correspondingly, our sect will provide you with a shelter and teach you how to defend yourself." In addition, you must take the initiative to maintain the reputation of the sect outside, and you must not pick quarrels and cause trouble, fight or fight."

Luo Wenchu's analysis was sound at the beginning, but Shen Feiyu's expression was bewildered after hearing it, and her round almond eyes showed deep doubts: "But isn't this a disciple's contract?"

"I call it a contract of sale, because from now on, you must be used by me. I tell you to go west, but you can't go east." Luo Wenchu ​​licked his lips and looked at the sky, "For example, now, I want to eat the cold cake at the foot of the mountain, and you can buy it within an hour."

Shen Feiyu became even more suspicious.

Luo Wenchu ​​said shyly and shamelessly: "I forgot to tell you, this is the head of the Lingjue Sect, Luo Wenchu. Little disciple, don't hesitate to take orders to do things."

On the first day of entry, Shen Feiyu's heroic dream was shattered faster than anything else, and at the same time, the old man from 12 years ago was also shattered.Not to mention Luo Wenchu's teasing and careless guidance from time to time after the introduction, until now, Shen Feiyu has been able to think about the questions raised by the three senior brothers very calmly.

From what the senior brothers said, it seems that leaving is more reflective of personal value, and staying in the Lingjue faction is a waste of time.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you teach or not. Now that martial arts is so peaceful, it's useless to learn all the skills. The main reason is that we are too poor! Each student can only receive half a tael of silver per month," said the senior brother He raised the potato in his hand, "Even going down the mountain to buy a bag of potatoes, you have to raise money. It's better to go down the mountain to pick up the task on the wind and cloud list. You see, Senior Brother Yan, he went out for a year, in the best part of Surabaya City I bought two properties! As the saying goes, buying a property early is better than studying for ten years, why is there such a big gap between people?"

Someone sighed: "If other sects come looking for me, I will definitely quit."

Another person said: "Lin Sanquan, Lin Sanquan, if there is one, would you still be lighting a fire here?"

"Zuo Ermao, you are looking for a fight!" The man gestured to raise the firewood, and the other man hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother Sanquan, your firewood is worth a tenth of a copper plate, put it down quickly."

When Lin Sanquan heard it, he really let it go reluctantly. The fact that there is no grass growing on Feiping Mountain is not just joking. Another hill fell.Many people think that it is too far to go over the mountain, so why bother to seek far away, the price is not expensive, and it can also help woodcutters.

"Fortunately, the next sword-questioning conference is about to begin. If the leader wins like he did nine years ago, he will be able to secure the number one spot on the celebrity list. Maybe we will have a considerable bonus for the monthly silver to distribute." Zuo Ermao raised his sleeve and wiped away the tears that didn't exist, "Hey, it's tears if I talk too much."

"I think you've got smoke in your eyes." Lin Sanquan had a different opinion: "The sword-questioning meeting is held every three years, and the sect master won twice and lost twice, so I don't know what's going on this time. Why is number one on the list of celebrities not living on their laurels? Besides, there are many talents in the world, even if the leader participates, how do you know he will definitely be the number one? And do you know..." Lin Sanquan deliberately made it mysterious, and the others Several people urged them repeatedly, before raising the corners of their lips, and continued, "Then Yan Linsheng said harsh words a month ago, saying that he must be the No. Let's declare war!"

The rest of the people exclaimed.

"What's the fun, why don't you call me?"

There was a warm smile on the corner of the visitor's lips, but the pair of tricks were as black as a cold pool, without any ripples.

Lin Sanquan, who was still talking eloquently just now, saw the person coming, his complacent tone stopped, and he shouted nonchalantly: "Elder brother."

After several people saluted, Lu Jiming waved his hands indifferently: "Tell me, what were you talking about?"

How dare you bring up those topics in front of the head disciple?Lin Sanquan quickly changed the subject: "It's just something not worth mentioning. Is there something wrong with Senior Brother?"

Lu Jiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and being stared at by those eyes would give people the illusion of being stared into an abyss. Lin Sanquan was so stared into a cold sweat.After a while, Lu Jiming withdrew his gaze, still smiling: "It's past noon, how is your lunch going? Master, he should be waiting impatiently."

"It's almost there, it's almost there."

After half a quarter of an hour, Shen Feiyu was pushed out.

He was carrying a red sandalwood food box with a helpless expression on his face.

Lin Sanquan said that the head of the sect prefers his own disciples, and besides that, there is another Shen Feiyu, and if he delivers the meals, he will surely spare a few people from cooking late.

Shen Feiyu shook his head, wanting to say that Sect Master Luo didn't favor him, but just liked to tease people.

Not for anything else, just because he has a bully face.The body has no flesh, a handful of juvenile bones, looks very weak, only the face is dotted with a little soft flesh, delicate and soft, and it feels very good when pinched.

Not only Luo Wenchu, but even these senior brothers would come to pinch his face when they had nothing to do.

Suffering and worry.

Arriving at the Feizhu Hall, Shen Feiyu took a deep breath and knocked on the door. At this moment, there was a conversation inside the door.

Eavesdropping is not done by a gentleman, so Shen Feiyu's raised hand did not fall.

until he heard his name.

Shen Feiyu was slightly stunned, and the phalanx of his index finger finally fell lightly on the door, making an imperceptible click.

"Paizhong has been suffering losses for a long time, and there is no spare money to support this large group of disciples. Under such circumstances, you actually told me not to move them? Now you know how to take up the burden of being the leader?"

"Disciples are the foundation of the sect..."

"fart!"

Other than their uncle He Zhixiao, who can talk to the head like this.

"Do you think they came to the Lingjue faction to learn martial arts? They want to see you turn the tide by yourself, but you are lucky. You don't wear a sword all day long. Who have you taught all these years? Yan Linshengli Shan turned to Xiehua Palace, and lived and died wandering outside, not returning to the sect all the year round, the rest of the disciples, have you ever taught a bit of swordsmanship? It’s embarrassing to say that they are the foundation of the sect.”

"Isn't there another Ji Ming?"

"You know he is...you still—"

"Besides, Ren Sheng Ren Die even asked someone to bring me special products and good wine during festivals, but he misses me. Junior brother, you can't say that I have not fulfilled the teacher's way just because there are no apprentices to honor you."

"Luo Wenchu!"

"Okay, okay, my good junior brother, don't be angry, there will be no one to replace you when you get sick." She didn't care about comforting her at all.

He Zhixiao snorted twice, and gradually calmed down: "Okay, let's not talk about the other disciples, this Shen Feiyu, are you still planning to keep him on the mountain? The time for the disciple's contract is approaching, and for more than two years, he has nothing to do with our Ling Jue Sect. He has made great achievements in martial arts, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to go down the mountain to receive the Billboard. He has always been rejected in the first test in the faction competition. What is the use of him staying on the mountain except to have more mouths and more food? If you want to keep a side Disciple who brings tea and water, it is better to recruit a follower from the foot of the mountain."

"Oh, junior brother, isn't there no money?"

He Zhixiao's voice suddenly rose: "If you don't have money, you still want to keep people here? Luo Wenchu, this is not the Lingjue sect we used to be. The feelings for the sect and the responsibility for the disciples cannot be eaten as food. Without money, it is difficult to move a single step." , you fucking rejected the invitation from Shen Zhuang, I don't think you'll know what's good until you starve to death someday."

"..."

Outside the door, Shen Feiyu finally let go of his hand.

He thought a lot in a flash. His disciple is about half a year away. At that time, he will not need to perform the duties of a sect disciple. He will not need to get up every day before dawn to practice swords. There is no need to be picked up by Luo Wenchu ​​from the warm quilt in the middle of the night and go down the mountain to buy wine, and there is no need to listen to his nonsense after drinking.

From the looks of it now, the departure time might have to be brought forward.

It was night, and the night wind blew under the vast dome, sweeping up a piece of gray robe.

Shen Feiyu came out of his disciple's house, and took advantage of the moonlight to walk in the empty Lingjue Sect. He walked so slowly that he couldn't take away a gust of wind, and couldn't startle a speck of dust. The tiles passed by and fell into the spacious and slightly lonely sect.

I suddenly remembered that once when I went down the mountain to buy vegetables, I heard people from the mountain mentioned that Feiping Mountain was burned by poisonous fire for seven days and seven nights. The whole mountain was burned bare. Seeping deep into the soil, the toxins in it permeated the entire mountain range, so that for ten years, there was no grass and rare animals on the mountain, standing alone in the middle of the Haiyan River, like a decadent monument.

It is a scar in this peaceful world, so that people will not completely forget the disaster brought by the Demon Cult.

Passing through the disciple's house, Shen Feiyu came to a place with a wide view. This is the place where Lingjue disciples practice swords and martial arts every day, called Jianjianping.

His eyes touched the climbing frames and wooden posts behind Lianjianping, Shen Feiyu paused, his eyes swept over the wooden posts one by one, and the scenes of the old brothers fighting in the past came to mind——

"Junior brother, stand back, come here." Lin Sanquan tugged at his sleeve, Shen Feiyu staggered and was dragged to the stake. "Later, you will raise your sword, like this... If you do this again, help me cover Master He's sight." After finishing speaking, Lin Sanquan took out a meat bun from his arms, and winked at Shen Feiyu.

This group of seniors are playful and don't like this boring drill. If they arrive late or leave early, or steal snacks, they will ask Shen Feiyu to help cover them. Firstly, because Shen Feiyu's appearance is deceptive, poking there is a very serious one. Second, because only Shen Feiyu would agree to such a rude request.

"Junior brother, I didn't say that you have to change your personality. It's fine on the mountain, but when you go down the mountain and leave the sect, you won't be deceived into something."

Shen Feiyu slashed his sword obliquely, and said lightly: "No."

Lin Sanquan choked, and shook his head full of sorrow: "The world is dangerous, you have a pure and deceitful temperament, don't be hurt by others, it's my brother who didn't remind you."

Shen Feiyu remembered that he just smiled at that time.

If there is no accident, he will stay in the mountain honestly for the rest of his life. What's so good about going down the mountain?He has nowhere to go.

However, those ordinary daily life will never be seen again in the future.

Shen Feiyu's smile faded a little.

At this moment, the sound of a sharp blade cutting the air came to his ears, and Shen Feiyu looked towards the source of the sound.

Someone is practicing sword under the moon.

The moonlight splashed down, and the wind of the sword was icy, with the potential to stir the guts.The next moment, there was a flash of cold light, and the tip of the sword approached suddenly. The light of the sword was like snow, which made Shen Feiyu's eyes flash with cold light, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. The surprise in her eyes didn't even have time to spread out, and she saw a few forehead hairs slipping from her eyes.

Less than an inch away from the eyes, the tip of the sword could barely hover.

"Little Junior Brother?"

"Eldest brother." Shen Feiyu came back to his senses, took a few steps back, and bowed his head.

Lu Jiming put his sword back into its sheath, and saw the clothes of the person in front of him clearly through the moonlight: "Why don't you wear disciple clothes?"

Shen Feiyu didn't answer.

Seeing this, Lu Jiming changed the question: "It's so late, why doesn't the younger brother go back to rest?"

He was tall and tall, and his white robe was dazzlingly white in the night wind. The cold moon gave him an unattainable arrogance, which was completely different from that in the daytime, so when he questioned him, his tone of voice also appeared Extraordinarily distant and cold.

Shen Feiyu looked towards the direction of the gate.

Lu Jiming understood: "Do you have permission to go out?" Seeing Shen Feiyu shaking his head, he asked again, "But you want to leave? Does Master know?"

Shen Feiyu was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at Lu Jiming rightly: "Brother, tell me about the master."

Those eyes were clear and clean, like the surface of a lake sprinkled with stars, shimmering slightly.

Lu Jiming was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to make such a request.

During their time as brothers of the same school, the relationship between the two was not bad, although the intersection was not deep, it was not very close.In fact, many of Shen Feiyu's fellow students maintain such a sense of distance, being kind but not heart-to-heart.

He pondered for a moment: "If you want to know what the former master looked like, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Since master took over as the head of the sect, his personality has always been like this, and his actions are hard to see clearly. Although I have been in the sect since then, I have no idea about the master who is always praised by outsiders. At this point, Lu Jiming paused for a moment, looked at Shen Feiyu with a little scrutiny, "Little brother, many people in the sect came to the Lingjue sect for the same purpose. Stay, I thought you could...stay longer."

Now that the world is peaceful and the Jianghu is stable, there are a lot of small things that should happen. Where are the bandits making trouble, and where are there murderous monsters slaughtering villages? These are all headaches for the imperial court and local forces. There are people in their early years, but there are also those with a chivalrous heart, who hoe the strong and help the weak, and return peace to one side.After all, it's a trivial matter, and it can't be troubled by all the decent people in the rivers and lakes.

So practicing martial arts seems to be dispensable.

Tranquility is the most exhausting mind.

Among the people who live in peace, there are seven out of ten people who have no ability but hope that others have ability. It is best to have enough ability to protect everyone, so that other people should eat and drink, and there will be a lot.

The person who was "highly expected" by everyone was impartial, and it happened to be Luo Wenchu.

Everyone praised him for being young and promising, wise and courageous, leading the martial arts to repel the demon sect, and successfully beheading the demon leader. The backbone and the centripetal force gathered towards Luo Wenchu ​​without thinking, but after they got together, everyone found that Luo Wenchu ​​didn't pay attention to others at all, and even refuted the decent leader's face in public, but some people thought it was "powerful". performance", those who pursued it once leveled Feiping Mountain.

An unknown light flickered in Lu Jiming's eyes: "Many people came and went, and they all left angrily after being disappointed."

"Little brother, what about you, are you one of those many people?"

Shen Feiyu shook his head.

It was a big misunderstanding, but he couldn't tell the reason.

A soft sigh quickly merged with the flowing water and moonlight: "Forget it, I'll take you to the door....By the way, since the younger brother is going down the mountain, I wonder if I can bring a letter for the older brother?"

"Senior brother, please tell me, Fei Yu will live up to the entrustment."

Lu Jiming smiled slightly: "Come here with your ears."

In such a large sect, apart from the disciples guarding the gate, it is estimated that only the two of them have not fallen asleep yet. Is the secrecy work of the big brother too much?Shen Feiyu moved her head in confusion, and Lu Jiming's hot and humid breath exploded in her ears in an instant. The voice was low and deep, mixed with the lingering night wind, as if it came from afar.

"Can you hear me clearly?"

Seeing Shen Feiyu nodding, Lu Jiming took out an envelope from his arms, and the pattern printed on the wax was mysterious and unfamiliar.

Handing the letter into Shen Feiyu's hands, Lu Jiming said with a solemn expression, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for making this trip."

"It should be, brother, it doesn't have to be like this."

"It's not jade."

Just as Shen Feiyu turned around, Lu Jiming stopped him.

"There have always been many legends about Master, but Feiyu, you must know that legends will eventually fall."

A dark cloud came from nowhere in the sky, half of Lu Jiming's face was covered with the coldness of the moonlight, and half of it was hidden in the thick night, making it difficult to see the expression clearly, only the eyes were as black as mud, and the terrifying thoughts were countless Creeping beneath the black exterior.

"...Little Junior Brother, take care."