Big waves wash the sand

It was always deserted on Tianyan Peak.

This is the residence of Lord Tianyan of all dynasties. Except for urgent matters, generally no one would come to see the flowers of Gaoling.

I want to see it, but I want to see it, but it is not frost-resistant.

Only some mischievous little disciples would form gangs to gather a bunch of people when they have nothing to do, and come to practice courage.

They stood far away, thinking that no one would see them and hid behind the rocks, with their hands in their sleeves, shaking and encouraging each other: "Hey, you go and try, I'll bring you a week's breakfast if you get in touch. "

I don't know how long it took to dawdle, and finally recommended someone who was taken advantage of.

The injustice took a step and turned his head three times, and finally dawdled to the door. When Tian Yanjun, who was watering the flowers, raised his head, he slipped on the sole of his foot and fell like a dog eating shit.The partners behind him also scattered like birds and beasts, rolling down the mountain.

Lord Tianyan: "..."

Do I look like a monster?What are you running?

Of course he won't chase it out either.

He is like a toad in winter, he has to be poked by someone before he is willing to jump, and he has to work hard.

The unlucky guy was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he couldn't stand up for a long time, looking at the people inside pitifully.

Tianyan Jun sighed, and walked out slowly: "What's the matter?"

The unlucky one said in a small voice: "I, my legs are weak."

Tian Yanjun knelt down and pressed a few acupuncture points on his legs, let him breathe, and asked, "What's your name?"

The unlucky guy dodged his eyes and didn't dare to look at him directly, so he hesitated for a moment before making up his mind and saying: "Yang, Yang Qi."

Tian Yanjun: "I heard that you are the one who gets the first place in the exam every year, right?"

The unlucky one scratched his head embarrassingly.Immediately afterwards, I heard Tian Yanjun continue to say: "Okay, don't study, and learn to skip class with those ignorant little bastards?"

The unlucky guy opened his mouth wide, and Lord Tianyan said, "Why don't you go back soon?"

The unlucky guy suddenly felt his waist not sore and his legs not weak, and he ran down the mountain on both hands and feet.By the way, he beat up the tail of the cranes who lied about the military information, and took back his homework.

Who said that Mr. Tianyan doesn't hear things outside the window?

It is clear what time the get out of class starts and ends!

Tian Yanjun sighed, and picked up the kettle to water the flowers again.

There are only three people on Tianyan Peak, him and his two apprentices.Every morning, the elder disciples would take the younger apprentices to the next mountain to attend class, and only after school in the afternoon would they come back from a tour of the mountains and rivers, and they would eat when they came back.

During the normal time, he was the only one in Tianyan Peak.

I used to feel that being alone was boring, so I went to the gate of the mountain and walked around, and brought back an apprentice, a generation of Yang, named Yangping.

The eldest apprentice is very noisy, but he doesn't like to stay with him in Tianyan Peak.

Yang Ping's ambition is to hunt birds in the mountains and fish in the river with a group of friends. In short, it is difficult to see him all day long.The only time it's quiet is when you're sleeping at night.

Play crazy, but also sleep to death.

Tian Yanjun looked at the man who was sleeping like a dead pig, his teeth itched with hatred, and he had to put on airs so he couldn't understand like a child.He thought: "I asked you to come and keep me company."

He thought too much, and was too embarrassed to tell people, so he could only send people out every morning in person, just to spend more time with him.

Lord Tianyan suddenly went down the mountain, and the elders of the major factions felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, thinking that he was coming to check his studies, and his style of management was immediately upgraded several levels, causing the masters to complain, and the disciples to follow suit.

Lord Tianyan retreated back to Tianyan Peak.

Not long after, he went down the mountain again.This time he went to a small town in the mortal world, where no one knew him.But at the same time, he didn't know anyone else.

He's still bored.

No one talked to him, and no one played with him.

He met a little beggar who did not know where to find a dirty dress. He didn't wear trousers in winter, and a long coat was used as both a coat and trousers.

Backed by the Tianyan Sect, Taixuan Town is a well-known wealthy town. I have never heard of people begging along the street.The little beggar couldn't understand the words when she opened her mouth, and she didn't seem like a local.

Someone said to him: "Go to the Tianyan Temple over there, and take care of food and housing."

The little beggar couldn't understand, so the passers-by wanted to lead him there. The little beggar ran away like a frightened bird—he thought they were going to arrest him.

He just ran out of Ren Yazi's hands.

In his shallow memory, he couldn't count the number of times he was abducted with two hands, let alone the earlier events that he couldn't remember clearly.He was abducted, sold, and then escaped for 36 days without a purpose and nowhere to go.Accidentally heard that there are gods in the southwest, so he went all the way to find them.

He didn't know the way, and he didn't dare to ask people, so he took a lot of wrong roads.

Even now, he doesn't know if he's going the right way.

Where are the gods?

Lord Tianyan watched him enter Tianyan Temple.The little beggar had short hands and short legs, and almost fell into it when he was scooping water to drink from the well. Tian Yanjun scooped him up to prevent him from rolling in to add fuel to the well water.

The little beggar sat on the ground and blinked: "Immortal?"

Tian Yanjun is a dead house, except for Mandarin and Southwest dialect, he doesn't understand any other local dialects. He couldn't understand what the little beggar was saying, so he just asked on a whim: "Do you want to be my apprentice?"

The little beggar followed him up the mountain and named it Yangzhou.

In fact, Yangzhou didn't understand Tianyan-jun's words at all, and was taken away in a daze. He was a little puzzled later, why didn't he think that Tianyan-jun was also a human tooth?

—Probably because of his good looks.

It was evening after returning to the mountain, just in time for Shu Yangping to come back from school, and as soon as he entered the door, he began to yell: "Master, I'm hungry, I want to eat meat—hey, who is this little daylily?"

Tian Yanjun was washing people, the little beggar had accumulated a lot of mud, and after washing, he felt a size too small.

"...Your junior brother, don't bully him."

"Why doesn't he talk?"

"You don't understand even if I say it. The rice is in the pot, and you can serve it yourself."

Shu Yangping suddenly felt that he had fallen out of favor.

He walked back and forth to fill the pot with three steps, and served the dishes in one go without anyone saying anything. The three sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, and then he sat on his seat in a regular manner, swallowing his saliva while waiting for them come over.

Tian Yanjun finally cleaned up the little things, and walked to the table while wiping his hands: "What are you waiting for? It's cold?"

He lowered his head and took a sip, as if it was cold: "It's cold, I'll heat it up again. I didn't have time to make the braised rabbit head today, so I'll make it up tomorrow."

Shu Yangping quickly put the food into his mouth: "It's not cold."

He seemed to have never eaten in his life, and even his previous habit of picking and choosing suddenly disappeared, and he ate whatever he saw: "I can understand what he said. From Mengcheng, my grandpa's is over there. "

Shu Yangping wrapped his mouth in rice, and put his arm around Meng Yangzhou: "It's okay, there will be a senior brother covering you in the future. If someone bullies you, just report my name, and you won't even know your mother."

Shu Yangping used the local dialect, but Tian Yanjun didn't understand a single word.

But he saw Yang Zhou smiled shyly and called out "Master" softly.He uses Mandarin, and like Shu Yangping, he always has a coquettish ending sound when he has nothing to do.This little daylily is learning and selling now, and Shu Yangping's voice when he entered the room, let him learn it all.

Tian Yanjun was angry and funny, but he had no choice but to respond: "Hey——"

Three years have passed since then.

Shu Yangping taught Mengyangzhou Mandarin, and later learned the local dialect without a teacher. He also gave Tianyan a hard look, and pulled Yang Qi from the throne of the first place in the annual examination.

Shu Yangping, on the other hand, simply smashed his cans and smashed them, and got mixed up in the middle and upper reaches.

Shu Yangping loves to play, and even more loves to play with Meng Yangzhou.

It is impossible to go straight home after school every day. I have to go crazy on various hills, and I will reluctantly go back when my stomach starts to growl.He doesn't do his homework either, he just copies anyway.

The masters were annoyed, but there was nothing they could do. Shu Yangping was the direct descendant of Lord Tianyan, he couldn't be beaten or scolded, and he couldn't invite parents casually. He was regarded as a cancer. He was always afraid of being led astray when he was together.

As for Lord Tianyan, he doesn't care about these things.

As long as he doesn't mess around in his class, he doesn't care about the rest. Not only does he not care, he also thinks that the masters at the foot of the mountain are incompetent.And he is not willing to let them learn too many things, people have so much energy, if they pay attention to this matter, they will not pay too much attention to that matter.

It is better to specialize in one field than to dabble in various fields.

Since Lord Tianyan practiced swordsmanship by himself, Shu Yangping and Meng Yangzhou didn't need to go to Tianwu Peak to learn swordsmanship, they just had to take the exam at the end of the year.

Lord Tianyan only taught them swordsmanship after they built their foundations. Before that, Shu Yangping didn't teach them no matter how he played around, which led to Yangping's secret foundation building and was put under the shackles of "Zangfeng".

To learn art, you must first learn etiquette, and to practice martial arts, you must first learn virtue.

No master is willing to teach a social cancer that will cause harm to one side.

When Tianyan-jun taught him, he seemed to be a different person. Shu Yangping used "devil" to describe him.After the first day, he hated his former self, was his head kicked by a donkey?Want to learn sword?

Meng Yangzhou secretly licked his hand that was red from the beating, and he didn't complain... Maybe, he didn't dare to say.The last one to complain has been hung from a tree.

Meng Yangzhou secretly patted his little heart, and it was okay.

He glanced sympathetically at the senior brother above him, his ears were still completely occupied by the screams of ghosts, it was so miserable, it couldn't be more pitiful.But the mud bodhisattva in Mengyangzhou crossed the river and couldn't protect himself, so he couldn't concentrate on pitying his poor brother for the time being, so he smiled apologetically at him.

"Where do the eyes look? Is the enemy growing on the top of the head?"

"..."

Meng Yangzhou was hit with a wooden stick.

Lord Tianyan never used a sword, but only a wooden stick. If he couldn't stop it, he would only be beaten, and he would not beat anyone bad.It is clear at a glance how the two apprentices are learning - the less they are beaten, the better they are.

Suffering from the pain, Meng Yangzhou subconsciously withdrew his hand, which revealed another flaw.

In the blink of an eye, Tian Yanjun's stick came again.

Help!

That year in the martial arts exam, Meng Yangzhou and Shu Yangping took the first and second grades, the elders wept with joy, thinking that Shu Yangping had finally enlightened.

However, in the second day's literary examination, Shu Yangping was suddenly washed into the sea by a big wave from the middle and upper reaches, and drowned.Meng Yangzhou also fell from the first place to the third place, and the jaws of the elders dropped in shock.

Human energy is indeed limited.

So many years passed, the boy grew into a young man, and the Dao Discussion Conference began.

That year, a proud son of heaven fell into the clouds.

The sword that pierced through Lord Tianyan was like a wooden stick that a boy used to suffer. It's a pity that a sword is a sword after all, it can hurt people.

There was blood in front of his eyes, and he had just recovered from the nightmare movement, but he didn't realize what happened until he saw the person he pierced.

"Master...Master?"

His voice changed in shock, the strong blood continued to tease his nerves, and he almost couldn't control himself again.

Seeing that he recognized him, Tian Yanjun finally heaved a sigh of relief, stroked his head and smiled: "That's right, I'm a teacher."

Then, it fell down.