The mountain master never takes medicine

After everyone dispersed, Yu Liuhua looked at Jun Liqing who was standing there, still feeling a little restless in his heart.

"What are you still doing?"

"Master... I was wrong, don't be angry." Jun Liqing walked beside him obediently admitting his mistake.It is easy to discuss everything if you bow your head first.

"Not angry." Yu Liuhua said with a flick of his sleeves.

"Master, you are angry."

Yu Liuhua stopped in his tracks, feeling that his apprentice was more stubborn than himself in some respects.

"So what if you get angry with the teacher?" He asked.

Jun Liqing smiled at first, and then stretched out his arms: "If the master is angry, you should teach me a lesson. Don't get so angry. That is, don't do it yourself when you punish me, your hands will hurt."

Yu Liuhua is a joke.

Suddenly, a strange discomfort rose from his heart, he squinted at Jun Liqing, but saw that this person had a sincere face and no deceit.

"What would master want to eat tonight?" Seeing that Yu Liuhua didn't answer, Jun Liqing immediately changed the subject.

Yu Liuhua: "..." Suddenly, he regretted the hole he dug for himself because of his appetite.

"You are not very old, but you have learned a glib accent from Yu Jingshui. Go back and copy the meditation formula ten times!" He added, "If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to go out!"

Jun Liqing replied "yes" respectfully on the surface, but his heart had already exploded.

——His master is still so soft-hearted towards him.

Yu Liuhua wondered if he was being punished lightly, after all, the apprentice seemed very...happy? !

In the depths of Yushan Mountain, a nine-storey pavilion stands in the forest that has been listed as a forbidden area.

A small and exquisite black bell is hung on the corner of the eaves on each floor. The wind blows, but there is no sound.It turned out that the pavilion was covered by an enchantment, so no one else could see it.

In this dead silence, a figure suddenly appeared, and the nine-story bells rang in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the vermilion wooden door creaked and was pushed open, and the long-lost fresh air suddenly leaked into the room.

The visitor walked in lightly, with a trace of laziness.There were only a few rows of black bookshelves scattered on the first floor, and since no one had cleaned them for a long time, the top was already covered with a thick layer of dust.

The footsteps circled around and stopped in front of the stairs, and with a "click—" a pair of slender hands caught a book that had fallen from a height.Along with the book, there was also a piece of ashes.

"You're going to be lazy if I don't come, right, Yushu."

Suddenly there was a wave of spiritual energy in the silent air, and a young man's voice came out from the void: "The Yushan Library Pavilion can only be entered by the owner of the mountain, and you have ignored it for hundreds of years, so I had to go to sleep."

"... Well, this rule may have to be changed in the future." He put the book in his hand back on the shelf, and asked casually, "Are you transformed?"

"..." The voice in the air was silent for a moment, and then a black figure gradually emerged from the void. "I transformed myself from a book, and there was no one to reflect it, so I took a painting and made a model. How do you see it?"

As soon as the words were finished, the two met face to face, and both of them were stunned.

After a long time, a bird chirping outside the window broke the silence.

Only then did Yu Liuhua recover from the state of shock just now, he held his forehead, feeling a little unbelievable.The jade book in front of him clearly took shape according to his appearance.

Yushu has been in charge of Zangshu Pavilion for nearly ten thousand years, but before that, it was just a ray of consciousness - no perception, let alone seeing him.But now how to explain it?

"You said it was a painting? Who made it, take it for me to have a look."

Yushu nodded, grasped it in the air, and took out a pair of scrolls.Handed it to Yu Liuhua and said, "I don't know when I appeared in Zangshu Pavilion, maybe it was earlier than my enlightenment."

Yu Liuhua took the scroll, lightly brushed off the dust on the desk, placed the scroll on it and slowly opened it.

He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

I saw that the person in the painting was indeed quite similar to him.If you don't look carefully, maybe even Yu Chengkong will think that this person is him.

The man was standing under a peach blossom tree. There was a strange pattern tattooed on the black robe: the left half of the robe was covered with countless golden threads, like some kind of sealing talisman. I can't tell which one it is from the picture.

The fingers are clasped, and the thumb is upturned.

This... seems to be holding something.Because the person who did the painting didn't draw it, it looks a bit abrupt at first glance.

The only difference from him probably lies in a red vertical stripe between the man's forehead.

There was an inexplicable smell of blood in the cold aloofness.

Yu Liuhua met the eyes of the person in the painting, and suddenly felt that the person in the painting blinked.

Startled, he immediately looked away.After trying to calm down the shock in my heart, I looked again, and it had returned to its original state.It seems that the moment just now was his hallucination:

"Where did this painting come from?"

After Yushu was stunned for a moment, he put his palm on the scroll, and a white light gradually spread from under his palm, covering the entire scroll.

Not long after, Yu Shu frowned, and his face turned pale: "This painting...doesn't seem to be Yu Shan's." He paused, and then said, "The breath of the painter has dissipated, and I can't get it." Exact information. The days I can trace back are probably ten thousand years ago. If you go further, you won’t be able to see clearly.”

Ten thousand years has been very difficult for him.Thinking of the picture that appeared in my mind just now, it was actually a vast expanse of whiteness. This has never happened in Yushan Library!

Yu Liuhua thought that even the jade book didn't know the origin of this painting, so it must have been left by a certain powerful person at the beginning of the Great Desolation.He looked at Yushu's face resembling his own, and said a little unnaturally: "I will open the library in the future, so don't appear in front of people like this."

Yushu nodded, and transformed into a middle-aged man.

Yu Liuhua said helplessly: "Can't you look better?"

Yushu scratched his head: "I can't get out of this library, and my appearance is nothing to me."

"It's up to you." He finally remembered his original intention of coming here: "Bring the sword art I made earlier."

"You have written so many, which one is it?"

""Nine Heavens Sword Judgment""

Yushu's hand stopped in the air, and he asked him curiously: "Didn't you spend 3000 years thinking about this? Normally you wouldn't even be allowed to touch it, why do you want to take it all of a sudden?"

"There's a lot of nonsense, I'll have something to do later. You first tidy up the bookstore. I will send someone to hand over the new regulations to you later."

It seems that Yushan will be lively in the future, and Yushu can't help but recall the days of ten thousand years ago.

This is the forbidden area of ​​Yushan, no one visits, and only Yu Liuhua has been able to communicate with him for tens of thousands of years.But this man has always been straightforward, and he left after finding the book.Therefore, life in Zangshu Pavilion was a bit dull.

He withdrew his thoughts and asked, "How to deal with this painting?"

"Receive the nine-story Forbidden Pavilion first."

Yu Liuhua rerolled the scroll, and at the last moment, he still felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before, so he threw the scroll into Yushu's hands, thinking that he would ask him after he finished his work. Yu Chengkong.

After Yu Liuhua left, Yu Shu couldn't help but reopen the picture scroll.Before that, he had indeed never seen the true face of the new Yushan Mountain Lord, and the communication between the two was limited to spiritual consciousness.And this painting...is it too coincidental?

He turned his gaze back to the painting, and there was a gentle smile on the corner of the man's mouth on the scroll, and it was because of this that most of the murderous aura on his forehead disappeared. From this point of view, if Yu Liuhua laughed—it was indeed Similar.

He moved his eyes to the bottom, lingered on the gestures of the person in the painting, and couldn't help but make a gesture according to the gestures of the person in the painting.

Somewhat puzzled, he murmured to himself: "...Is it... a fan?"

After reading it, I felt clueless, so I put the scroll away.

Just as he was heading towards the top floor, the fingertips holding the bottom of the scroll felt a little different.He raised the scroll in doubt, and it was a little blurry because of the backlight.He floated up a few steps, came to the window coffin, and looked through the light.

I saw two ancient characters engraved on it very shallowly:

—— my love

Wearing a formal white uniform, Fang Puyu came to the main hall of the main peak with apprehension, and called out hesitantly: "... Mountain Lord, disciple Fang Puyu pays respects."

"Come in" was the Deputy Mountain Master who answered his words.

He opened the door doubtfully.

I saw Yu Chengkong, the deputy mountain master, sitting in the lower seat with a dark face, and seemed to be in a bad mood.And the mountain master leaned on the seat with his head propped on his hands, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Sit down," Yu Liuhua said.With a wave of his hand, he moved the seat not far away in front of Fang Puyu.

Fang Puyu's heart was in turmoil. Before the mountain master didn't give Junshan a good face in front of others, he thought he was a difficult person to get along with, but he didn't expect him to be so easy-going in private.He leaned back on the chair slowly, but he didn't even dare to sit down on his buttocks, for fear that he would kneel down in the next second.

"Let's talk about the disciples of Jianfeng first."

"Yes"

Fang Puyu responded, and replied: "After the gate was closed 300 years ago, Junshan will organize a restoration of the seal every 30 years. Each time the number of people is no more than a hundred, so they are all sent by the sect of the mountain gate with high morals. Junshan and Rufozong of the Western Regions contributed the most, followed by people from the Wild South Region and the Eastern Region, and our Northern Region because of..." He suddenly paused, his eyes moved upwards unnaturally.

Yu Liuhua forced his eyes not to see happiness or anger, and only whispered: "It's okay, this matter is my responsibility, you continue."

"Although there will be a door-blocking call to come to Yushan in the past, but in the end, there will always be various reasons to limit the number of us entering the desert."

No wonder the two of Junshan were so arrogant, Yu Liuhua snorted coldly in his heart.Instead, he asked: "Is there a summoning order for the Potianzong in the Desolate Southern Territory?"

Although I don't know why Shanzhu suddenly asked Potianzong, he still said: "Potianzong is a sect that only emerged in the past [-] years, because it has produced many high-level disciples in just [-] years, and it is able to become a school of its own in the barren southern region. But the people in Junshan think that the exercises they practice run counter to the heaven and the earth, so closing the door is not counted."

Huangzhong has always been a place rich in rare spiritual materials and magic weapons. Even if they were ordered not to enter, there are still many people flocking to it, and they will enter the battle even if they don't hesitate to kill people.It's no wonder that the two people I met before are sneaking around.

"In addition to the matter of closing the door, every once in a while, disciples are required to go to the edge of the desert to eliminate demons. This time is just our turn in Yushan. It is only because of the small number of disciples and the unfamiliarity with the desert that they are not familiar with it. Come back injured."

"Oh? And this?"

Yu Liuhua finally opened his eyes lazily, he looked at Yu Chengkong and said, "Why didn't you say that?"

Yu Chengkong is also helpless: "The previous few missions were just simple tasks. I originally thought that I could send a few people to deal with them this time, but I didn't expect that the monsters there would go berserk. I have already arranged for a few disciples to go to check and wait for the results. Come out and figure it out."

"How many days are left?"

"It started three days ago, and Yu Shan will be in charge within a month."

Yu Liuhua nodded, thinking about how to arrange this matter.

Yu Chengkong asked again: "In front of Junshan people, you said to withdraw from the closed door, what on earth are you thinking? Although the desert is full of dangers, at least every time people who enter, they will improve their cultivation after they come out. We Yushan people Not many, although the number of places is small, it is still useful.”

Yu Liuhua smiled: "I only said that I would not participate in closing the door, did I say that I would not go to Huangzhong?"

"Is there any difference?"

"Let me ask you, has the word Junshan been clearly written in Huangzhong since ancient times?"

Yu Chengkong said: "That's what it says..."

"Since there is no name and no surname, what is Junshan? Just rely on a Junzi?"

"But if it wasn't for him, the seal wouldn't be able to survive to this day."

"I just want to change this wild atmosphere!"

Fang Puyu, who couldn't figure out Yu Liuhua's personality, trembled suddenly at the loud words.Feeling as if he had heard something that shouldn't be heard, he tried his best to lower his head and try to reduce his sense of existence.

But Yu Chengkong couldn't help chewing his words in his heart a few more times, according to what he meant, could it be possible that he wanted to forcibly break into the wilderness?

But without the Order of Junshan, it would not be easy to break the barrier.Even if he, Yu Liuhua, has the ability to turn rivers and seas, the combined force of hundreds of cultivators in the Great Wilderness cannot be underestimated.

Finally came to a conclusion:

just do it-

Seeing that Fang Puyu was there, he didn't have the nerve to refute Yu Liuhua.

Yu Liuhua saw Yu Chengkong's unspoken meaning, so he waved his hands to Fang Puyu and said, "You step back first, and take care of your injuries. Those disciples will be taken care of by Peak Master Qi."

"Yes, the disciple will leave." Fang Puyu secretly exhaled as if relieved of a heavy burden, got up and retreated outside the hall.His feet felt weak, as if he was stepping on a clump of soft cattail.

Fang Puyu stepped out of the hall, and Yu Chengkong couldn't help but say: "What are you going to do? It is absolutely impossible to break through the barriers around the wasteland with your own strength."

Yu Liuhua chuckled, took out the token of the boy in white, put it in the palm of his hand and held it slightly, the cold touch gradually came.

Yu Chengkong's eyes were staring straight, and he stretched out his fingers and shouted at him: "You you you! You are too courageous, you dare to steal Jun Liqing's things!"

"Hey?!" Yu Liuhua raised his eyebrows, stroking the tassel pendant on the token, "Am I this kind of person?"

Yu Chengkong gave him a look in the eyes.

"That kid gave it to me, no—" He suddenly remembered what the man said was lost, and added, "I picked it up."

Yu Chengkong: "..." What you said was so sincere, I almost believed it.

Jianfeng quiet room

A piece of Ningshen incense was burning on the desk, and the long-lost aroma spread from the tip of the nose.In the silence all around, only Jun Liqing was sitting at the table, silently meditating.

Suddenly, his eyes moved slightly.Feeling a pair of hands lightly touching the other half of his spiritual consciousness, he flicked his wrist immediately, and the tips of his ears turned red when he realized who it was.

A large swath of ink smudged from the tip of the pen, like the ripples in the heart pushing away the resistance layer by layer, and finally filled the entire atrium.

He put down his pen and crumpled up the half-written paper.

He sighed to himself.

Master finally remembered his token——