Master Xiao thinks about those years

Meng Huan's gentle eyes were stained with desolation, and the memory seemed to be a painful thing.

"Shangyu has a disciple selection meeting every year, called Chunyin. Every year in Chunyin, people from all walks of life gather in Shangyu, looking forward to passing the selection and becoming a member of the world's largest sect of cultivating immortals. However, regardless of participation No matter how many people are selected, the number of people selected in the end can only be ten, and my senior brother, Fu Nian, who is now the Lord of Ye Xing Yuan, was the top one in the Yu Chun Yin Conference 11 years ago."

"Yijia, he is the most outstanding among the ten people, but in the end, none of the remaining ten masters is willing to take him." Meng Huan smiled bitterly, and he said slowly. Yan Chen beside him couldn't be more familiar with the past.

"Do you know why none of the ten immortal masters are willing to accept my senior brother as an apprentice?" Meng Huan opened his water-colored eyes.

"Why?" Yan Chen smiled and asked knowingly.

"Because my senior brother's spiritual root is impure, and his fate is evil." Meng Huan's fingers brushed across the edge of the dusty book case, and the white fingertips were instantly stained with dust.

"Shang Yu is a great sect of cultivating immortals, and he admires incantations, and in this incantation, the most important thing is whether the disciple's physique is pure or not."

Meng Huan's voice was gentle, and Yan Chen suddenly returned to 11 years ago in a trance, back to the martial arts arena, with clear eyes and tattered Fu Nian kneeling in front of the ten elders, begging them to accept him as a disciple.

At the same time, Fu Nian sat on the high steps of the palace, leaning on a crystal coffin, looking at the sea of ​​blood-red flowers all around, and began to have a bleak memory.

11 years ago.

"Your fate is not pure, I'm afraid it will be difficult to practice spells. If you practice forcefully, it will only be self-defeating." Immortal Master Qingyu stood on the white jade steps, coldly issuing orders to chase away guests.

The ragged boy Fu Nian's eyes flustered suddenly: "I can... I will practice very seriously..." He was afraid that no one would want him, so he lost his sense of propriety because of his panic.

However, despite this, no one softened for him.

The young man was ashamed for a moment, and the joy of winning the first place all disappeared at this moment.He still knelt on the spot in a daze, bearing the eyes of everyone, and refused to recognize this fact.

But in the end, you still have to go.Everyone's eyes were oppressing him, those who passed the selection with him were laughing at him, and he himself was laughing at himself in his heart.

"You still want to come to Shangyu with impure fate? What a delusion..."

"I don't even look at where Shangyu is..."

"With such a fate, who would want him?"

…………

Whispering, Fu Nian endured for a long time, and finally got up amidst the bitter discussions.

He clenched his fingers into fists, feeling boundless despair in his heart. The moment he turned around, suddenly, the rain of white gardenias fell all over the sky.

Pieces of white petals fell like sleet, scattered down in all directions, one after another, it was a warm snow.The petals contain a refreshing fragrance.

The boy's clenched palms couldn't help but slowly relax, loosening again and again.

At the same time, a fluttering piece of white strip of paper came through the rain of flowers, impartially, and landed on his lapel.

As if the fate of the previous life, the pursuit of this life, the young man took down the white paper, and saw that there were handwritings he couldn't read clearly written on it with Dimensoptera japonica, and a little cinnabar red was dotted at the end of the paper.

Like Yin Hong's blood.

The young man was still muttering, when suddenly there was a drum-beating shout from all around him: "Greetings to Master Qing Hui!"

The shouts are uniform, with supreme respect.

The young man raised his head hastily, and saw that the disciples and elders around him were already kneeling down. At the same time, a man in white clothes floated towards him from the air, as graceful as a fairy.

It was at this time that Yan Chen met Fu Nian at that time.

Pearls and jades, Luoshui are precarious.

The white clothes are full of snow, and the silk shoes are not stained with dust.

Under the black hair and white petals flying, the young man caught a glimpse of a handsome and gentle face.It was obvious that his figure was so lofty that countless people bowed their heads, but the man's eyebrows and eyes were like warm spring water, without the slightest bit of coldness.

The boy had never seen such a person, so handsome, with such gentle eyes.

In an instant, a bold idea suddenly appeared in his heart, he wanted to stay beside this holy person like snow, just take a look, but the thought in his heart was already too strong to be added.

The next moment, the person as holy as snow jumped over the kneeling crowd, landed on his toes, and came in front of him.

The young man's heart was beating wildly, and the man as holy as snow stretched out a hand as slender as a reed to him, with a smile on his lips.In an instant, the boy's whole body was as warm as spring, as if the ice and snow had melted.

"Can you give me back my talisman?" The man as holy as snow spoke, his voice was as clear as bamboo dew, and as if pearls and jade collided.

The young man was stupefied for a long time before suddenly returning to his senses.

"I, I... can, can... is it... this?" The young man's voice trembled, holding the spell in his hands with both hands, and handing it to the front carefully.

The man as holy as snow smiled: "Yes, thank you."

The person in front of him received the spell, and then turned his eyes to the four directions: "Everyone, get up, I don't intend to disturb everyone, but when I performed the flower-picking spell today, the spell was blown to another place by the breeze, and I found this place because of the spell."

Then, all the kneeling disciples and elders got up.

The young man was startled, although everyone present called this man "Qing Hui Zhenren", but judging from his appearance, this man is only about 21 or [-] years old.

"Qing Hui, the atmosphere here in the Martial Arts Field is disordered, which may be bad for your cultivation of spirit spells, you should hurry back to the Nine Cold Palace." Immortal Master Qingyu's face was serious, and his tone was serious.

Master Qing Hui smiled, and held the spell in his palm: "Okay."

The gardenias rained down all over the sky, and the person as holy as snow turned around.

"do not go!"

The boy yelled suddenly.

The words have been spoken, but the tongue is too short.The person in white clothes paused in his footsteps, Immortal Master Qingyu's eyes sank, and everyone present was surprised.

"do not go……"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ragged young man was embarrassed and embarrassed. He stood there with his head down, repeating the words just now in a voice like a mosquito.

"You called me, don't you want to go?" Suddenly there was a pair of silk shoes in front of him.

The boy hesitated, raised his head, and met that handsome and gentle face.The person as holy as snow smiled, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

But Immortal Master Qingyu's drooping hands tightened little by little.

"thump!"

The young man suddenly knelt down, turned his heart to the side, and said bravely: "Please accept the talisman reading as a disciple by Master Qinghui!!!"

The gentle face of the holy as snow froze.Before he could open his mouth in time, suddenly there was a burst of angry shouting from above the steps.

"presumptuous!"

Immortal Master Qingyu stared angrily, "Do you know who Qing Hui is, who dares to say nothing?"

The crowd began to whisper, and a laugh was louder than a laugh.

"Heh, Master Qing Hui is the No. 20 generation disciple of the spirit mantra. What is the spirit mantra? It is the most supreme mantra. It is rare that one of the 1 people is suitable for practicing this kind of exercise."

"Isn't that right? Daoist Qing Hui is an expert outside the world. He was raised in the Nine Cold Palace to practice spells since he was a child, and he entered Shangyu himself. It is rare to see him a few times. Could it be that this talisman is so bold that he dared to call him Qing Hui?" The real person accepts him as a disciple?"

"Oh, I think he is a rascal, and the elders refused to accept him, so he just messed around."

"Being born ignorant, he got entangled in Master Qing Hui."

……

The sneering words turned into cold needles in an instant, every word pierced into the flesh and blood of Fu Nian, making him unable to move.

The young man bent over, his face turned pale little by little, his head was almost lowered into the dust, and he was ashamed of what he said.

All public opinion is dividing him, and he has nowhere to escape.

"it is good……"

A single word is like pieces of Kunshan jade.

The young man raised his head in disbelief, opening a pair of black and white eyes: "Really, really...Really?"

"Of course, it's true." The white-clothed Shengxue smiled without a trace of falsehood.

"Qing Hui, are you confused? You are the inheritor of the spirit spell. Your task is to cultivate the spirit spell and protect the common people in the world. How can you distract your energy by recruiting disciples?" Qingyu looked at the kneeling man with a serious face. The boy on the ground.

"It doesn't matter, Immortal Master Qingyu, I have my own discretion." Qinghui Daoist Yan Chen smiled.

"Then do you know what his lifeblood is like? This kid's spiritual roots are not pure at all, even if he practiced ordinary spells, he would not be able to reach a very high level." Qingyu was aggressive and refused to back down.

"Whether you can achieve it or not, you have to try it. What's more, what this child wants now is probably not pure spells."

"Immortal Master Qingyu, this child will follow me from now on. If you have any objections, you can report to the sect master."

Yan Chen lifted the boy up and pulled him to his side.

"Qing Hui, you—" Immortal Master Qingyu was out of breath, but the next moment, Yan Chen and the young man turned into a rain of gardenias and disappeared into the air.

In Jiuhan Palace, the young man knelt down in front of Yan Chen, "Fu Nian pays homage to Master."

"Your name is Fu Nian?" Yan Chen stood, smiling and looking at the determined young man in front of him.

"Yes." The boy nodded.

"From then on, you will live in the Nine Cold Palace. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

Yan Chen's words were gentle, and Fu Nian's eyes shone brightly

"Okay...thank you, thank you Master..."

Yan Chen smiled, touched the boy's stunned mind, and said, "You don't need to say thank you to me for Nian Fu, by the way, there is this one, give it to Nian Fu too."

Yan Chen handed the white paper charm in his palm to Fu Nian's small palm.

Fu Nian has not yet reacted from the ecstasy: "This is..."

"This is the mantra of picking flowers. Since this thing is destined for you, I will give it to you. The flower mantra symbolizes good luck. From now on, the life of the talisman will definitely end with good luck."

"Thank you, thank you Master..."

The young man held the talisman tightly in the palm of his hand, as if he had found a treasure for a while.

^^^

"Heh... auspicious stop..." Fu Nianzui lay in the sea of ​​blood-red flowers, looked up at the yellowed charm in his right hand, and laughed endlessly.

"Master, you are wrong."

Fu Nian smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the talisman paper turned into a puff of green smoke and melted into his flesh and blood.

Beside him, in the center surrounded by blood-colored flowers, the man in the crystal coffin was sleeping peacefully. The man was dressed in white, spotless, and his face was as clean and flawless as the moonlight.

Fu Nian turned his head slightly, looked at the familiar face inside the coffin, and subconsciously stretched out his palm to touch it. When the scorching palm touched the cold coffin, all his imagination was shattered in an instant.

"Master..."

"Yuezhi..."

"Let's not sleep, shall we?"

"Lingchen really, really, miss you so much..."